MANNING, COLORADO.
John sits at a paper strewn desk, the Colt in front of him, while Sam leans against the counter and Dean paces as I stand nearby, my arms folded across my chest. "So this is it. This is everything I know. Look, our whole lives we been searching for this demon right? Not a trace, just...nothing. Until about a year ago. For the first time I picked up a trail." John explains.
"And that's when you took off." Dean said and John looks up at him and nods. "Yeah. That's right. The demon must have come out of hiding, or hibernation." He said. "All right, so what's this trail you found?" I asked him. "It starts in Arizona, then New Jersey, California. Houses burned down to the ground. It's going after families, just like it went after us." John said.
"Families with infants?" Sam asked him. "Yeah. The night of the kid's six-month birthday." John said and mine and Sam's eyes widen. "I was six months old that night?" Sam asked. "Exactly six months." John said then he turns to me. "Same thing goes for you, (y/n). From what your dad told me, you were six-months old when your mom died." John said.
"So basically, this demon is going after these kids for some reason. The same way it came for me? So Mom's death...Jessica. It's all because of me?" Sam asked, devastated. "And my mom's death?" I said, sadly. "We don't know that, guys." Dean said to us. "Oh really? Cause I'd say we're pretty damn sure, Dean." Sam shouted at him.
"For the last time, what happened to them was not your fault. And it's not your fault, (y/n), that your mom died, either." Dean said, frustrated. "Right. It's not our fault but it's mine and Sam's problem." I shouted at Dean. "No, it's not your problem it's our problem!" Dean said and John stands up. "Okay. That's enough." John said, firmly.
All of us take a breath and calm down. "So why's he doing it? What does he want?" Sam asked John. "Look, I wish I had more answers, I do. I've always been one step behind it. Look, I've never gotten there in time to save...." John said then he looks down, unhappy.
"All right so how do we find it..before it hits again?" Dean asked him, changing the subject. "There's signs. It took me a while to see the pattern but it's there in the days before these fires signs crop up in an area. Cattle deaths, temperature fluctations, electrical storms. And then I went back and checked...and..." John said before Dean speaks up. "These things happened in Lawrence?" He asked and John nods.
"A week before your mother died. And a week before (mother's name) died. And in Palo Alto...before Jessica. And these signs, they're starting again." John said and we look up at him.
"Where?" I asked him.
"Salvation, Iowa." John replied.
John's truck speeds along a misty road, followed closely by the Impala. After a few moments, he pulls off to the side and we follow him then we get out. "Damn it!" John exclaims once he got out of his car.
"What is it?" Dean asked him. "Son of a bitch." John mutters. "What is it!?" I asked John and he turns to us. "I just got a call from Caleb." He said. "Is he okay?" Dean asked him. "He's fine. Jim Murphy's dead." John said and we gasp in shock at this.
"Pastor Jim? How?" Sam asked him. "His throat was slashed. He bled out. Caleb said they found traces of sulfur at Jim's place." John said. "A demon." I said and John nods. "The Demon?" Dean asked and John shrugs. "I don't know. Could be he just got careless, he slipped up. Maybe the demon knows we're getting close." He said.
"What do we do?" Dean asked. "Now we act like every second counts. There's two hospitals and a health center in this county. We split up, cover more ground. I want records. I want a list of every infant that's going to be six months old in the next week." John said.
"Dad that could be dozens of kids. How do we know which one's the right one?" Sam asked him. "We check 'em all, that's how. You got any better ideas?" John asked him. "No sir." Sam said. John nods at us and we turn back to our cars. But John stops, leaning on his trunk. Dean turns back as he opens his door and pauses.
"Dad?" He calls out, worried. "Yeah. It's Jim. You know, I can't...." John said then his face hardens. "This ends, now. I'm ending it. I don't care what it takes." He said and we get back in pur cars and pull back onto the road, speeding into the distance.
We pull up to the front of Salvation Children's Hospital then we began to pull out some fake IDs and pin it to our jacket. Sam and I were sitting in a filing room when a nurse brings us another load of files.
"Here you go, officers." She said. "Thank you." We said to her. "You're welcome." She said and she leaves as we continue copying birth certificate information into our notebooks.
After while, Sam and I walk out of the Salvation Medical Center, as Sam flips through his notebook. But then I began to clutch my head as a vision hits me. I groan as I see a baby nursery then I flash to a mother looking out the window. Then I hear a train, and see the demon.
As soon as the vision finishes, I come back to reality then look over at Sam, who groans then looks at me. Both of us have a silent conversation and Sam quickly pulls out a map.
Later, we come up to a park as Sam checks his map again. As he does, I get the same vision flash over my eyes. When it's over, I realize the house from the vision is in front of us. "Sam..." I said and he looks up at the house in shock as well. Then he pats my arm and we see a woman, the same woman from our vision, pushing a baby carriage along the road while holding an umbrella.
We began to approach her. "Hi. Here, let me hold that for you. You look like you don't need that anymore." Sam said to her as he grabs the handle of the carrier. "Oh. Thanks." The woman said as she closes her umbrella then Sam holds the carriage. And I look inside to see a baby inside of it.
"She's gorgeous. Is she yours?" I asked her as I look back at the woman. "Yeah." She said. "Oh wow, hi!" Sam said as he leans down to the baby and I give a wave to the little one.
"Oh sorry, we're rude. I'm Sam and this is my friend, (y/n). We just moved in up the block." Sam said to her and she smiles at us. "Hi. I'm Monica. This is Rosie." She said as she gestures to the baby.
"Hi Rosie." Sam and I said as we look back at the baby. "So, welcome to the neighbourhood." Monica greets. "Thanks. She's such a good baby!" I said and she laughs. "I know, I mean she...she never cries. She just stares at everybody. Sometimes she looks at you and I swear it's...it's like she's reading your mind." She said.
"What about you Monica? Have you lived here long?" Sam asked her. "My husband and I, we bought our place just before Rosie was born." Monica replied. "And how old's Rosie?" I asked her. "She's six months today." Monica replied and Sam and I share a quick and worried glance. "She's big right? Growing like a weed." Monica said and I shake my head.
"Yeah. Monica..." I said, distracted, and she looks over at us. "Yeah?" She asked me. "Just ahhh, just take care of yourself okay?" I said. "Yeah, same goes for you and Sam. We'll see you around." She said and Sam and I go back across the street.
As Monica turns to her house, a station wagon pulls into the drive, honking. "There's Daddy!" She said to Rosie just as another vision pops into my mind.
The clock in the bedroom stops, and the nursery rhyme playing stops while a wind sweeps through. A black figure approaches the bed. Monica pushes the door open from the hallway and see's the figure standing over her daughters bed. "What are you..." she started to as but the figure turns to her.
She is pulled back to the wall and slides up it to the ceiling. Blood starts dripping from her stomach. "Rosie!!" She screams and the room bursts into flame.
I groan as I place my hands on my head. Once the pain was gone, I turn to Sam and he shared the same frightened look that I had.
That evening, Sam and I were sitting at the table, rubbing our temples, while Dean and John sit on the end of each bed. "A vision." John said, flatly, to us after we explained what we experienced. "Yes. (Y/n) and I saw the demon burning a woman on the ceiling." Sam said, slowly and in a pained voice.
"And you two think this is going to happen to this woman both of you met because..." John said and I raise my head up and look over at him. "Because these things happen exactly the way Sam and I see them." I said. "It started out as nightmares. Then it started happening while both of them were awake." Dean said as he rises and crosses to the counter behind us to get more coffee.
"Yeah. It's like the closer we get to anything to do with the demon the stronger the visions get." Sam said as I rub my eyes. "All right. When were you going to tell me about this?" John asked us and the three of us turn to look at him.
"We didn't know what it meant." Dean replied. "All right, something like this starts happening to your brother or (y/n), you pick up the phone and you call me." John said. At this point, Dean dumps the coffee jug and cup back on the counter and strides toward John. "Call you? Are you kidding me?" Dean asked, annoyed. Dad I called you from Lawrence, all right? Sam called you when (y/n) was dying. I mean, getting you on the phone? I got a better chance of winning the lottery." Dean said, angrily.
I was pretty shocked that Dean was actually standing up to John, it was very surprising.
"You're right. Although I'm not too crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry." John said, apologetically. "Look guys, visions or no visions, fact is, we know the demon is coming tonight. And this family's gonna go through the same hell we went through." Sam said to them. "No, they're not. No one is, ever again." John said as Sam's phone rings.
"Hello?" He answers. "Who is this?" He asked after a moment of silence and a look of confusion. Then the color on his face drains. "Meg." He said and we turn to him. "Last time I saw you you fell out of a window." Sam said then he listens to whatever Meg was saying.
"Just your feelings? That was a seven-story drop." Sam said then he looks over at John. "My Dad. I don't know where my Dad is." Sam said as John walks overto him. Sam hestitates then hands the phone to John.
"This is John." He said and there was a few moments of silence as the boys and I watch him. "I'm here." He said. "Caleb?" John said, worriedly, and the boys and I go on alert. "You listen to me. He's got nothing to do with anything. You let him go." John said, firmly.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He said after a few more moments of silence go by. Then his face turns from stern to fear. "Caleb. Caleb!" John yells, frantically, then anger washes over his face. "I'm gonna kill you, you know that?" He threatens and the boys and I exchange a worried look. John goes quiet, obviously thinking, as we stay close by his side.
"Okay." He said in an audible whisper. "I said okay, I'll bring you the colt." John said, louder and firm. "It's gonna take me about a days drive to get there." John said to Meg. "That's impossible. I can't get there in time and I can't just carry a gun on the plane." He said as I reach out and take both boys hands and hold onto them, tightly.
Sam holds on to mine, tightly, while Dean runs his thumb over the back of my hand. John hangs up then turns to us, a look of fear and worry over his face.
"So, you think Meg is a demon?" Sam asked him as he let goes of my hand. "Either that, or she's possessed by one. It doesn't really matter." John said. "What do we do?" Dean asked him. "I'm going to Lincoln." John said and we look at him, shocked.
"What?" Dean and I said, shocked. "It doesn't look lilke we have a choice. If I don't go, a lot of people die, our friends die." John said as I, reluctantly, let go of Dean's hand. "John, the demon is coming tonight. For Monica and her family. That gun is all we got, you can't just hand it over." I said to him.
"Who said anything about handing it over. Look, besides us and a couple of vampires, no ones really seen the gun, no one knows what it looks like." John said. "So what, you're just going to pick up a ringer at a pawn shop?" Dean asked.
"Antique store." John corrected and we look at him like he was crazy. "You're going to hand Meg a fake gun and hope she doesn't notice?" I asked him. "Look, as long as it's close, she shouldn't be able to tell the difference." John tries to assure us.
"Yeah but for how long? What happens when she figures it out?" Dean asked him. "I just...I just need to buy a few hours, that's all." John said. "You mean for Dean, (y/n) and me. You want us to stay here, and kill this demon by ourselves?" Sam said, questionable.
"No, Sam. I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school, I want Dean to have a home, and I'm sure (father's name) would want (y/n) to live an actual life. I want....I want Mary alive. It's just....I just want this to be over." John said, tearfully.
Later, Sam, John and I stand at the back of John's truck, checking weapons in the muddy backroads, when the Impala comes towards us and Dean gets out. "You get it?" John asked him and Dean pulls a brown paper bag out of his pocket and hands it to John.
John then pulls out an antique gun. "You know this is a trap, don't you. That's why Meg wants you to come alone?" Dean said and John looks up at his eldest son. "I can handle her. I got a whole arsenal loaded. Holy water, Mandaic, amulets..." he said but Dean gives him a worried look.
"Dad..." he said.
"What?" asked John.
"Promise me something." Dean said.
"What's that?" John asked him.
"This thing goes south just...get the hell out. Don't get yourself killed, all right, you're no good to us dead." Dean said and John stares at him as a ghost of a smile forms on his lips. "Same goes for you." John said then there was a long pause before John speaks again.
"All right listen to me. They made the bullets special for this colt. There's only four of them left. Without them, this gun is useless. You make every shot count." John said to us as he holds up the real colt. "Yes sir." Sam said as Dean and I nod.
"Been waiting a long time for this fight. Now it's here I'm not gonna be in it. It's up to you three now. It's your fight, you finish this. You finish what I started. Understand?" John said and all three of us nod and John hands Dean the colt.
"We'll see you soon, Dad." Sam said. "I'll see you later." John said as he looks between the three of us. Then he gets in the truck and leaves.
The boys and I stand there and watch him pull away. "Later." Dean mutters and I place a hand on his shoulder then take Sam's hand in my other hand. We stand there for a moment before we get into the Impala.