Change of the Moon {A Supernatural Story}

Prepare to Die

John Winchester was indeed not a stupid man. He was smart, loving, and kind.......well, he was that. Back before everything happened and his eldest son got turned into one something he's been hunting for years. Something that was not supposed to be alive. Something so evil that, he couldn't even believe that his younger son, Sam, had turned his back against him and went to protect that monster who is wearing his older son's skin.

'He's my brother....'

Sam's voice kept running through his thoughts, that phase echoing throughout his mind. It was ashamed that his son thinks that the monster he is trying to protect, is still the older brother he'd once looked up to when he was small.

John knew better.

John knew that the monster did something to Sam. Brainwashing and threatening to kill him were at the top of his list on 'What could had made Sam betrayed him?'

No matter though, one way or another he was going to get his son back and kill the beast. The tracker he had activated on Sam's phone showed that they are somewhere a few states away and had stopped in an forest type area. Whatever the reason though, it seems that his boy and the beast were only staying in that area. They haven't left that area since they got there.

Oh well, whatever the reason was, he couldn't give a damn to care. If they stayed there til he arrived, then his job had just been made easier.

Though, he couldn't push off the feeling that a something was wrong.

No, not wrong.

Something was up.

His boy and that monster were up to something. He could sense it.

A scowled tugged on his lips and he slammed his fist on the steering wheel, the air being filled with the honking sound of the car. If his son and the beast were up to something, then he'll need help with his mission. He knew those two had something planned, maybe getting prepared for his arrival or getting help from somebody, but if he knew his used-to-be boys, as he thought he did, then they might be getting help. And if that was true, then he'll have to prepare as well.

Taking out his cell phone, he dialed a number he was too memorize with. He pressed the phone to his ear, waiting for the ringing tune to end and for a voice to replace it. When it did, he mumbled a greeting before he got into the matter of business.

"It's John. I need help with a certain problem I'm having. I'm coming over to discuss it."

And with that, he snapped the phone closed. If his boys wanted a fight, then a fight they shall have.