The Winchester Three (S1): The Beginning

Ch 13 Section 3

At a warehouse...

John pulled up in his truck, got out and checked the antique gun. He then took out rosary beads and a flask of holy water. Looking around expectantly, he saw a tank on a nearby room. Soon he was jogging along an alley, and stopped to check the pipes that ran along it's walls before continuing.

At Monica's house...

Angel sat in the back of the Impala and the boys in the front, the Colt between them. They watched through the window as Monica and her husband finished dinner.

Sam frowned, "Maybe we could tell them it was a gas leak. Might get them out of the house for a few hours."

Dean shook his head, "Yeah and how many times has that actually worked for us?"

"Yeah." He quieted as he thought some more, "We could always tell them the truth..."

Dean just looks at Sam for a long moment, one eyebrow raised before sending the same look to Angel who smirked at them.

The three of them all dismissed that idea, "Nah!"

"I know, I know. I just... with what's coming for these folks..."

"Maybe if we had a little bit more room for error, little brother." Angel sighed, "But for this one... we gotta wait for that demon to show itself and then we get it before it gets them."

They looked back at the house for a while before Sam shifted, "I wonder how Dad's doing."

Dean nodded, "I'd feel a lot better if we were there backing him up."

"I'd feel a lot better if he were here backing us up."

"Alright, you two are stressing me." Angel leaned back, "No Dad talk... Let's just work the case, please."

Back at the warehouse...

John stood on the roof next to the tank as Meg appeared on the foreground. She slowly looked around then up at the water tank but John was no longer standing there. Once she moved inside, John, who was hiding behind the tank, checked to make sure the coast was clear before climbing the ladder and opening the lid to the tank. He held the rosary up as he spoke in Latin and dropped the rosary into the water.

In the Impala...

Sam shook his head, "This is weird..."

Angel eyed him, "What?"

"After all of these years we're finally here. It doesn't seem real."

"We just gotta keep our heads and do our job." Dean nodded as he looked back to the house, "Like always."

"Yeah, but this isn't like always."

"True."

"Just try to pretend it is." Angel said, studying the house, "Might make it easier."

"Listen, uh..." Sam cleared his throat but his eyes betrayed him by getting glossy, "I wanna thank you guys."

Dean looked back at Angel confused before turning back to him, "For what?"

"For everything. You guys have always had my back, you know? Even when I couldn't count on anyone I could always count on you two. And uh... I don't know I just wanted to let you know, just in case."

"Sam!" Angel yelled, making both of her brothers jump in surprise, "I know you aren't trying to spiel some goodbye speech to us right now!"

He looked back at her shocked, "What?"

Dean took over, "Don't say just in case something happens to you. Neither of us wanna hear that freaking speech man. Nobody's dying tonight. Not us, not that family, nobody. Except that demon. That evil son of a bitch ain't getting any older than tonight, you understand me?"

With John...

Meg stood in the middle of the warehouse silently. When she heard a creak, she turned and saw John walking towards her. His glare never left hers as he stopped a few feet away.

"John, you made it." She smirked as she turned to face him fully, "Too bad really, I was hoping to peel the skin off Angie's cute little boyfriend."

His face remained stoic, "Sorry to disappoint."

"I can see where your kids get their good looks. Though I must admit, considering what they say about you I thought you'd be..." Her eyes raked over him, "Taller." John just silently stared at her, "Well aren't you the chatty one. You wanna get to business? Fine." She stared him down as she walked closer to him, "Why don't you just hand over the gun."

"If I give you the gun how do I get out of here?"

"If you're as good as they say you are I'm sure you'll figure something out."

He raised a brow, "Maybe I'll just shoot you."

"You wanna shoot me, baby? Go ahead. It won't end anything. There's more where I came from."

John's eyes flashed behind her as another demon, a guy, walked out of the shadows, "Who the hells that?"

Meg smirked, "He's not nearly as much fun as I am. I can tell you that. So I suggest you give us the gun." John stared at the other demon for a long moment before turning back to Meg, "Now!" Silently John handed it over, butt first, and she checked it out closely before looking back to him, "This is the colt?" At John's nod she gave the gun to the other demon, "What do you think?"

He looked at it for a beat, pointed it at the ceiling before cocking it and bringing it down to shoot Meg in the chest.

Meg staggered back as she grabbed at the wound, "You shot me! I can't believe you just shot me!"

The demon looked directly at John before tossing the gun aside, "It's a fake."