Harley Winchester - Season 1- Supernatural Rewrite

Scarecrow

"Dad?"

I shot up from the bed alongside Sammy.

"Are you hurt?"

Dad he is talking to Dad, he is talking to John. John called us, John called Dean, he is talking to Dad. A million thoughts were going through my head. Does he know we went back to Kansas? Does he know what I am? Does he know I have these freakish powers? Why is he calling us all of a sudden? He must need something. I swear if this man needs something and we aren't meeting up with him somewhere, I'm going to kill him.

"We've been looking for you everywhere, we didn't know where you were, if you were okay." Sam admitted glancing back at a sleeping Dean. I wanted to wake him, but it seemed like Sam wanted the first talk, so I let him have it, because lord knows I have questions. I could only hear Sam's end of the conversation.

"Well, we're fine, dad, where are you?"

Dean was starting to stir awake from Sam's loud talking and my loud, fast breathing. At the sound of Sam saying dad over the phone, Dean shoot up.

"What, why not?" Sam questioned to John over the phone.

"Is that dad?" Dean asked in disbelief looking towards Sam and I. I nodded my head uncontrollably as I tried catching my breath.

"You're after it aren't you?"

Dad was after it. He was after that thing that killed Jess and Mary.

"That thing that killed mom?" Sam continued.

"A demon, you know for sure?"

More demons?!

"A demon, what's he saying?" Dean asked wanting to talk to his dad desperately. I could see it in his face. Dean quickly put on a black shirt, one identical to the one I was wearing, well it is his so.

"You know where it is?" Sam asked tears starting to glisten.

"Let us help."

He knows where it is? Damn it Sam at least put the phone on speaker!

"Why not?" Sam countered back.

"Give me the phone."

Looks like Dean had enough of this too. I was still trying to catch my breath as Dean reached his hand out to get the phone.

"Names, what names dad, talk to me, tell me what's going on."

I got up and started pacing the room. I could ask him what I was. I needed that phone. I need to get to the bottom of what the fuck I am already. Why did I have powers? He has to know.

"No all right, no way."

"Give me the phone." Dean tried again as I continued pacing with my hands in my hair.

I looked over at Sam to see him pissed off. I wanted to go comfort him, but I was still struggling.

Dean yanked the phone from Sam and started talking to John. Anytime now guys, I have questions too.

"Dad it's me, where are you?"

"Yes sir."

John calls out of the fucking blue and then decides he is still able to boss my older brother around. Hell no!

"Uh yeah I got a pen, what are the names?"

Seeing me struggle Sam got up and hugged me tightly to his stomach. I could tell this was half for me to start breathing correctly again, and half for him to feel safe, and release his anger a little bit. I don't know how I helped but apparently it did. My breathing started to return back to normal but Sam didn't let go.