The Winchester Three (S1): The Beginning

Ch 11 Section 4

In Michaels room...

Dean completed hooking up a security camera in the corner of the room as he stared into the lense. Michael was behind him in bed as Angel sat next to him and Sam was watching the security feed in the other room.

"This camera has night vision on it so we'll be able to see you clear as day." Dean explained before raising his voice for Sam, "Are we good?"

"A hair to the right." Dean adjusted the camera, "There, there."

Michael looked at Angel with a little fear in his voice, "What do I do?"

"We just want you to stay under the covers."

"And if it shows up?"

"We'll be right in the next room. We're gonna come in with guns. So, as soon as we do you roll off this bed and you crawl under it, okay?"

He nodded but tensed after a second, "What if you shoot me?"

"We won't shoot you. We're good shots." Dean answered, noting the unsureness in the kids eyes, "We're not gonna to fire until you're clear, okay?"

At Michaels tentative nod Angel continued, "Have you heard a gunshot before?"

"Like... in the movies?"

"It's gonna be a lot louder than in the movies. So... Just stay under the bed, cover your ears, and do not come out until we say so. Can you do that for me?"

He nodded slowly and neither Dean nor Angel missed the fear in his eyes, "Michael, you sure you wanna do this?"

He stayed silent, not meeting either of their eyes.

"You don't have to, it's okay." Angel nodded, finally getting him to meet her eyes, "We're not gonna be mad."

"No I'm okay." He nodded quickly, trying to sound brave, "Just don't shoot me."

"We're not going to let anything happen to you." Dean met his eyes, "I promise."

Later on...

The three Winchesters sat in the other room and watched the security camera feed quietly.

Dean broke the silence, "What time is it?"

"Three." Sam answered after checking his watch, "You guys sure these iron rounds are gonna work?"

"Consecrated iron rounds." Angel corrected before nodding, "It's what Dad used last time."

"Hey guys..." Sam frowned when they looked over to him, "I'm sorry."

Angel gave him a questioning look as Dean spoke, "For what?"

"You know, I've really given you guys a lot of crap, for always following Dad's orders. But... I know why you do it."

"Oh, god, kill me now." Angel and Sam both laugh softly at their brother before sitting in silence, Dean breaking it again when something caught his eye, "Wait, look."

On the screen the movement noticed outside the window just before it slid open. The three of them instantly picked up their guns as the shtriga came inside Michaels room.

Sam looked to them, "Now?"

Dean shook his head, "Not yet."

They watched the thing move closer and lean over the bed as Michael watched it in terror. He was frozen in place, unable to move. The shtriga leaned closer and opened his mouth, starting to draw Michaels energy just as the Winchesters burst in.

"Hey!"

"Michael, down!"

Michael quickly rolled off and under the bed just before Angel, Sam and Dean opened fire, each shooting the shtriga multiple times before it fell to the ground stiffly.

"Mike, buddy..." Angel called after their firing ceased, "You alright?"

His voice shook from under the bed, "Y- yeah."

"Okay, good." Angel nodded to Dean, "You just stay where you are until I tell you to come out, okay?"

"Okay."

Dean approached the shtriga, gun at the ready. When he noticed there was no movement he relaxed slightly and glanced at Angel and Sam. The shtriga suddenly rose, grabbed Dean by the throat and threw him against the wall.

"Dean!"

The shtriga moved forward, throwing Angel and Sam seperate directions and making them hit the ground painfully. It jumped on top of Sam and forced his mouth open. As he struggled to reach his gun, it began drawing his energy and he soon stilled as his body turned grey. Angel came too and tried to blink the black dots away from her vision as she frantically searched for her gun in the rubble.

"Hey!"

Angel and the shtriga look up just before Dean shot it between the eyes. It fell backwards, dead this time, as Sam lied gasping for breath.

Angel slumped onto the wall in relief as Dean shot a look to Sam, "You okay, little brother?"

Sam nodded and unsteadily held two thumbs up.

"Ang?"

"Peachy."

The three of them pulled themselves to their feet and looked to the shtriga. The energy the shtriga stole began to escape from its mouth. Dean raised his gun and shot it three more times at point blank range. More energy escaped before the shtriga fell in on itself, disintegrating.

Michael peeked from the side of the bed meeting Angels eyes, "It's okay, buddy. You can come on out."

He came to stand beside them, smiling tentatively. Dean placed his hand on Michaels shoulder and smiled.