I owe ya'll a big ole apology for waiting so long to update, but I've had a lot going on with starting yet another new job, arguing with my hubby, and just loosing inspiration for a while for some reason or another. I really hope this update is okay, it may seem a bit rushed, but hopefully its passable because I really want to finish this one. Although it won't make up for the long wait I'm sure. Please R&R, and once again, SORRY!!!

Christie

Title:The Game

Genre:Drama/Horror/Angst-all those good things!

Characters:Dean and Sam of course.(It's mostly Dean-centric, but has a healthy dose of Sammy)and some OC's.

Rating:PG13(for now)Rating will go up when it gets more graphic.

Summary:Dean finds himself an unwilling participant in a deranged game of survival.

Disclaimer:I own nothing to do with Supernatural.

CH12

(Dean)

This was all kinda humorous to Dean in a very perverse definition of the word. I mean come on, bleeding to death or suffocating from lack of air, not to mention being bricked up in a wall wasn't the way he'd ever imagined to meet his maker.

Sure he'd experienced many oddities in his days. Which few would never believe, even if they were actually there to experience them. But this, well it was for lack of a better description...to much like one of the B-rate horror/slasher flicks that his little bro was so fond of, to be real.

Being killed in the final battle against the fire demon who'd killed his mother? Yes, that was fathomable. Having his throat ripped out by a werewolf? Yeah, he could go there. Or even being pecked to death by a possessed mutant chicken would be an acceptable option. All pretty reasonable, real, ways to bite it in Deans opinion.

Nice, quick, warrior deaths. Deaths with a cause. But this? To die by the hands, or handiwork to be more exact, of a deranged fellow human being, was not something he'd ever have seen coming.

This slow,painful exit made him feel nothing but shame.

Shame at what his father would think if he knew that, after all the training he'd been given, the hunting he'd done, the monsters and demons alike he'd destroyed with the ease of one accidentally running over a possum in the middle of the night, he had ultimately been outsmarted by some middle-aged man wearing a cheap ass, crappy George Bush mask.

And the worse, even more shameful of his sins was the fact that he'd killed a kid. An innocent, smart mouthed teenager who's rebellious attitude at such an age had reminded Dean all too much of his baby brother.

Sammy...just the thought, the mental picture that popped into his mind of his brother, granted permission to a very much hated and unwanted tear to leak from the corner of his eye.

Gah! You're such a fucking puss, crying like a little bitch!,what remained of the unflappable person he'd been yelled silently in disgust at him from within his mind.

Still, he didn't bother to try and raise a hand to wipe the offensive drop of water away. After all, more than one of them had fallen in the past hour against his wishes, so why stop now? What would be the point?

Mind-numbing pain, deep guilt, and the whole dying issue in general had a mighty negative effect on the hardened "soldier", and since being forced to shoot Cole, the tear count was higher than his fuddled mind could keep track of , so it would just be stupid to worry about one more at this point, would it not?

He hadn't even the ability to keep up the facade of strength and hope for the little girl entombed in the wall with him any longer. Hell, most times he wasn't even aware of her presence, though she sat huddled up right next to him.

He was just too far gone, and only occasionally remembered through the torturous mental and physical pain where he was, and what had led to him being there. Even then, during those brief glimpses of clarity, he actually found himself praying for the darknesses release once more.

She wasn't about to let that happen though.

Damn were kids persistent! Katie's voice, annoying yet at the same time angelic, kept breaking into his mind every so often. Reminding him that he was not alone, and his was not the only life to be lost here, while simultaneously feeding him words of encouragement.

Was she even really a little kid? Hmm, maybe she was a midget or something...Nah, but, she seemed far too mature for a child.

Small child or not, truth was he would surely have given up already if not for her.

xxxxxxx

Katie had, believe it or not, fallen asleep for a while, though she was sure it hadn't been for long, and had woken up with her face plastered to something solid and wet. For a split second she had started to panic, forgetting due to her still groggy mind where she was and whom she was with.

Then as quickly as it had been lost, the events of the past days came rushing back into her mind, making her realize the wet substance she felt was likely a mixture of the blood and sweat that had continued to soak through her friend, no... her hero's, shirt as she'd napped, the solid object she rested against his chest.

Peeling her face away, she released a small yawn and lifted her head, noticing in the process that the air now seemed much thinner than when she and Dean had first been placed inside what could very well be their final resting place.

Thinking back again to the horror movie she'd snuck and watched, she remembered the one particular part where the man who'd been buried had awoken to find himself in the small coffin, struggling for breath. Because of this Katie knew that the thinning atmosphere was caused due to the fact that they were running out of air.

Oddly enough, the little girl, though admittedly scared, didn't panic or start screaming out of desperation to be saved as most others her age would have at this revelation. No... maybe it was from shock, disbelief of the whole surreal situation she'd experienced these past days, stubborn refusal to acknowledge all odds were against survival, or just plain old childish optimism, but she found herself strangely unconcerned with her own well-being.

Truthfully she hadn't much doubt, not from the very beginning, after the initial shock of awaking in a scary place surrounded by strangers had worn off of course, that her mommy, daddy, or someone else perhaps, would find her before it was too late.

Not too late for her, but what about Dean?

Looking at the direction she was pretty sure Deans face was, she frowned while squinting into the darkness, but was unable to make out anything.

Had he made any noises? Was he breathing?

Dead people were cold right? Had he been cold when she'd woken up? She tried to remember, hesitant to reach out and touch him again.

Possibly finding that he had died while she had been asleep dreaming of being a princess riding a unicorn, or whatever it had been, was not an appealing thought.

No, Dean's not dead! Don't even think that, she chastised herself angrily. He's just napping, so all you have to do is reach out and give him a little shake...

Trying to convince her hand to do as her mind ordered, she momentarily thought back to the day all this had started.

Her mommy had always said she was an excellent judge of character, and people were always amazed at how she was never wrong about any impressions she received, even if she'd only met the person it was towards once. She'd even been taken to talk to a special doctor more than once because of this "uncanny ability to point out the bad and good" as her daddy had described it once.

Because of this, she'd known from when she'd first laid eyes on him, that the cute man who'd been the last of them to awaken in the first room, was something special.

Not because he'd been kind and sweet to her from the very beginning when everyone else had thought of her as nothing more than a nuisance, and not because he'd gone and saved her life, not once, but 2 times in the past days either.

It had been despite all this that she'd known he was different than the others.

That he didn't belong there with them.

When he'd shot Cole, it had been because he had no choice. To stop that mean old woman from hurting her, saving her life for the second time in the process, he'd done what he must. She hadn't once thought badly of him for it and knew that Cole wouldn't have either.

He'd have died anyway, and it went unsaid that the gun was definitely preferable to option 2.

She had been very sad he'd died of course, and had even felt bad about that other mean man being killed too, but it had all seemed like it had been meant to happen.

The scene that had taken place had been an unavoidable evil.

Dean had gotten so upset over it though, and she wished that if she was "a very special and gifted little girl", which was the only diagnosis the doctor had given her parents, she could have used some of this specialness to make her new friend understand things as she did.

Gosh what she would give to be able to go back in time and never touch that dang music box though! Special or not, she was still only a kid, and after laying eyes on the tiny carousel... the temptation to touch the fragile object had been too great to resist.

It had almost seemed like there was a little voice in her head egging her on, saying,Touch me Katie. Touch me.

Then, she'd been soo mad, yet genuinely surprised, when she'd seen the kindly old woman pick something up and whack Dean in the head just when he'd been about to stop the bad man.

She should have picked up on her badness, but hadn't... To kick that bitc...no, Rose hard in the leg for acting like she was on their side when she really wasn't, was another thing she'd very much enjoy doing if given the chance.

Dean...her thoughts came back to the task at hand, and knew whether she wanted to or not, she had to find out if he was still alive and do whatever she could to help him if he was.

Hesitantly she forced her hand to move, and reached out, feeling around in the darkness until she finally came in contact with Deans chest.

No, definitely not cold, he actually seemed really warm from what she could tell, which surprised her because his shirt was wet and all.

Duh Katie, your daddy's a doctor, so you should know that when somebody's sick, they get hot and sweat a lot, she admonished herself.

So he's not dead, she thought happily, but then decided that she had to make sure he was breathing before she could actually be sure of this, after all they were in a little box where it was hot, and maybe he hadn't been dead long...

Reaching up to where his face surely had to be, her hand stopped midway when he suddenly let out a shuddering, labored breath, a little wet drop of something falling onto her finger before she'd even reached his face.

He was alive, but...

In her whole life, she'd never seen a grown man cry before except her daddy.

That time she'd walked into her parents bedroom unannounced the day after her grammy's funeral and found him sitting on the bed holding a picture of his mother, but seeing her standing in the doorway, he'd quickly recovered.

Swiping the moisture from his eyes, he'd placed the picture back in its spot on the table and smiled, then held his arms out to her. She'd ran quickly over, hugged him, he'd kissed her on the top of her head, then started tickling her.

After that the moment had all but been forgotten, but she had understood that her father's had been tears of grief, yet also of relief that his mother, who'd been sick for as long as Katie could remember, was no longer suffering.

Deans crying was different.

Before he'd been hurt, he'd reminded her of a mixture of her big brother and her uncle Bob, whom everyone called Sarge because he was in the army. They'd never ever cry in front of other people, and even after being hurt Dean hadn't either, but...then the whole Cole thing had happened, and he'd just broke down.

Given, she hadn't known him long at all, but still she'd be willing to bet her favorite stuffed unicorn Nebby, that he would never have wanted anyone, especially a little kid, to witness any show of weakness, and this very much fell into that category.

Maybe its because I'm wrong, and unlike me he realizes that we are gonna die, so shouldn't I be crying too?

It seemed like a good idea, with the air growing thinner by the second and Dean, her knight in shining armor like in all the bedtime stories her mommy read her, hurt and sad.

NO! she shook her head in resolution, someone will find me, us, in time.

Now all she had to do was make him believe this too

"Dean?"she questioned, her lower lip quivering despite her plans to be a big girl when she heard his breath hitch, followed by a pained cough and sob. "Dean?"she repeated a moment later, when his coughing had finally ceased and other than his labored breathing, he grew silent once more.

To her surprise he actually responded to her this time, but what he said, though spoken clearly enough, confused her greatly.

"M'sorry Sammy."

"What? My name's not Sammy, it's Katie."she replied, her face scrunched in confusion."And you didn't do nothing to be sorry for. It was my fault, member?"

"S-shoulda... never came... and ruined...y-your life with Jess when...dad l-left."he continued on between hitching breaths, oblivious to her words."D-didn't want t-to be alone. I was s-selfish Sammy. S-selfish"

"Dean, I don't know what you're talkin 'bout. It's me... Katie, not this Sammy person, so please stop calling me that. You're...you're scaring me."she admitted in a quivering voice, the fact he was thinking she was somebody else pounding into her small head the seriousness of his condition even more.

"K-katie?"he questioned a moment later after a long pause.

"Yeah, that's right. It's me Katie-bug."she replied, hearing in the darkness his movements as he put his hands out and felt around the confines of their prison.

During his explorations, two things happened, first of which was, he started panicking upon discovering the smallness of the area and the thickness of the air, which on top of his already impeded respiratory issues, made him feel as if he was trying to breath air through a tiny straw.

Something that not many others knew about ,and he had in countless circumstances been able to hide completely, played into this also. He was claustrophobic. Had been ever since he'd went on a hunt with his father many years earlier and accidentally fallen into an old half-ass boarded over well. Though only trapped for an hour and a half at the most before his dad had found him, it had seemed like a life time, and had left its mark on him permanently.

The second thing that happened involved Katie also.

Suddenly, as silly and as impossible as it seemed, she had the overwhelming feeling that they were no longer alone in the box. That someone else, maybe not physically but mentally, had joined them somehow. This, this... presence, didn't feel bad though. No, it was good and by being here, would help her and Dean.

The dangerously close to hyperventilating Dean hadn't seemed to notice it though , his hands flailing and groping around everywhere, only succeeding in upsetting his injuries even more in the process.

Do something, Katie ordered herself.

"It's okay, I'm here too."she said, grabbing one of his hands firmly in her own."You're not alone Dean."

At these words, as suddenly as it had come, the presence departed.

Katie hoped that whoever it had been was able to get enough out of the visit to do some good.

If nothing else had came from it, she was happy to feel that Dean was now noticeably calmer.

"Every thing's gonna be fine Dean."she continued rambling on confidently to him."Somebody'll find us soon. I just know it."

"Sam."was the one word he spoke in reply to this, and her momentary hope crumpled instantly at the fact he still didn't realize who she was.

"No Dean. It's Katie, not Sam."she corrected him, adding,"you just have to try and remember. I know you can do it."

"I d-do remem...remember!"he protested, the force behind his objection stronger than she thought he could produce, as he argued on."H-he was here."

"No he wasn't. It's just..."she started to object when a clarity to the meaning behind his words clicked in her mind, and she questioned."Oh...is that who it was?"

"Y-yeah."he replied."I think s-so."

Now an adult might not have excepted this seemingly coocoo declaration, but she didn't doubt it for a second. Instead the first thing she thought was, Wow, whoever this Sam person was must be even more "gifted" than I am to be able to do what had just happened.

"Who is he? Who's Sam?"she asked him, still clasping his hand tight.

"Little b-brother."

"That makes a lot of sense, no wonder you're so nice to me."Katie stated."You have a little brother."

"Not t-that little."Dean said in response to this."Taller than m-me."

"Ohh...I bet he's not cuter than you though."she offered up to this.

"Not b-by a long-shot."he replied, with what sounded like a chuckle.

"You got's to stop the bleeding."Katie announced after accidentally putting her hand in the growing puddle around him.

"D-don't care. Dying."

"Well you ain't dead yet are you? "she asked angrily."Don't you think its at least worth trying?"

"Guess s-so."

"Good, now here's my robe, so use it."she ordered handing over the object that had covered her Scooby Doo pajama set.

In his defense, he did try and do as she requested, but it ultimately proved a waste of time and energy.

5 minutes later his body finally decided it couldn't take the trauma and blood loss any longer and started convulsing.

"No! No!"she screamed, feeling helpless to help him, putting her hand on his shoulder as she pleaded with him."Please don't die! Please!"

She never would have believed or expected what came next.

The presence from earlier returned, but this time it was her that it suddenly entered.

Oh well, here goes nothing, she thought allowing the strange feeling to wash over her completely, and said aloud,"Sam, or whoever you are, we're in a big ole warehouse or something, the bad man said it used to be an army place. Dean's s...sick so please h...hurry. P-please!"she finished with a sob as it left her body. She'd been unable to stop her voice from breaking in the end when as quickly as it had started shaking, Deans body stilled beneath her hand.

Laying her head on his chest, she heard a faint beat, and released a sigh of relief.

"They're coming Dean. So just hold on a little longer."

"Here we are, this is the place."John announced, pulling his truck to a stop in front of the old prison.

"Yeah, lets go."Sam replied, already getting out and arming himself to go inside.

"Sam, wait a minute."his father ordered.

"We don't have a minute dad, or were you not listening when I told you what the kid said?" Sam questioned in reply, moving away from his father and making his way to the large doors leading inside.

"Yes, I was listening Sam! Just, I want you to promise me that no matter what we find inside, you'll hold it together, okay?" John requested, now armed also and standing side by side with his son.

Sam turned on him angrily, giving him a quick venomous glare, as he asked,."You want me to hold it together if I go in and find my big brother dead? Fuck that!" and with these words the youngest of the Winchester's pushed open the large unlocked steel door, and fearlessly barreled forward.

With an overwhelming pride and respect for his son, John entered directly behind.

He and Sam communicated wordlessly with familiar hand signals they'd used many times before when they, along with Dean, had hunted together.

Fanning out in separate directions, the plan was to use the object of surprise to sneak up on the mastermind behind this before he even realized they were there.

This plan, was of course, blown to hell in a handbag when seconds later the local police force arrived outside with sirens blaring.

"Motherfucker!" John hissed angrily, surprised at the townspeople's incompetence.

"Is the suspect still on site?"Bill whispered after he and the other 3 members of his task force entered the large room, with weapons raised.

"I don't know. Why don't you just yell out and ask since you already announced our presence with the sirens?"Sam snapped sarcastically in reply.

Bill said nothing too this at first, glaring unseen daggers at Timms, the idiot behind the siren.

"You're right kid, a bad move on our part, but what's done is done You want to stand here and argue about it all night or go and save your brother?"Bill finally asked in reply.

Sam merely grunted, which Bill took as a yes.

"Alright, we now must assume they know we're here, so needless to say, remain on guard."he stated in a whisper just in case."We'll split into groups and fan out. Kid, you stick with Sasha and Timms in this room..."

"No, he's with me."John stated automatically, his tone leaving zero room for argument.

"Okay then, Sasha, you and I will move in behind John and Sam. Timms, you and Bloom cover our rear. We should have backup arriving soon, but we don't have time to wait, so are we all ready for this?"

"Yes sir."

"Oh yeah."

"Let's do it."were the replies he received.

With this, he turned back towards John and Sam and found much to his ire that they were already gone.

"Now I know he's not FBI."Bill mumbled beneath his breath as he and Sasha moved forward through the dark rooms."They'd never put themselves in the line of fire without having a couple'a us ahead of them for shielding."

"What's that sir?"Sasha whispered in question from across the room.

"Nothing."he hissed, grunting as he tripped over something in the floor in front of him.

"Bill?"Sasha queried worriedly.

"A body."he replied, shining his flashlights beam onto the floor, illuminating the mangled form of Casey.

"Must've took her down."his partner replied, remembering how she'd died from the tape they'd watched.

"Keep moving."he ordered, trying not to show the nausea he felt from the sight.

Luckily, the psycho who'd kidnapped Dean and the others apparently found no reason to relock any of the doors after they'd been opened, so Sam and John had successfully maneuvered through the passages and dead bodies scattered here and there throughout the maze like building, with unexpected ease.

Not five minutes after they'd first entered, father and son had reached the door of the room it had taken Dean and the others days to accomplish.

"Should we wait on Barney Fife and the rest of his idiot crew?"Sam whispered to his father.

Lacking the abilities that the Winchesters had, said people were about 2 minutes or so behind them, which meant if they did wait, it would be more time than Dean may have.

"I think not son."John replied bluntly, and Sam smiled a little despite himself, and with a nod of his head, John said, "So lets do this. On three, 1, 2, 3!"

Sam raised his gun, adrenaline, mixed with fear of what they might find, pumping through his body, and rushed into the room behind his father.

A middle-aged man was first to come into their sights, and he immediately tried to dash past them, a look of surprise and disbelief on his face.

"Stop, put your hands up where I can see them, then turn the fuck around!"John ordered, and when the man looked like he was not going to comply, he added in an angry growl." Move another fucking step and I will blow your damn head off."his weapon leveled on the man, very much meaning what he'd just said.

"Who are you?" the man asked, turning slowly around." The police?"

"Oh you're gonna wish I was you bastard."John hissed in reply."Sam?" he then asked loudly, not taking his eyes off the man, knowing his boy was casing the room in an attempt to locate Dean.

"I c-can't..."Sam replied, looking frantically around the room, he knew the man had walled his brother up or something, but couldn't find where, and turned towards him with a helpless look.

Just in time to see a woman emerge from a previously unseen door in the wall, and dash towards his father, a large butcher type knife raised above her head.

"Dad!" he yelled in warning, as he simultaneously, without a moments hesitation, raised his gun and shot the woman.

"No!!"the mastermind behind the abductions yelled in protest as she dropped dead to the floor, then whipped his head in Sam's direction and snarled."You killed her you little bastard!"

Strangely, Sam felt no remorse for it, though normally he'd have been wracked with guilt over killing something that was not already dead in some form or another.

"That's right, he did, and you're next if you don't tell me right now where Dean and the kid are."John yelled at the man.

"The way I see it, as soon as I do tell you, I'm dead anyway, so why rush things?" was the mans shrugged reply.

Now this statement was true in the matter that he would be unable to tell them where he'd put Dean if he was dead, so admittedly, no real harm would come to him until he revealed his and the kids location, but...unluckily for him, not a moment after the words had left his mouth, Sam, who was still reeling from what had just happened and overcome by the fact they'd yet to find Dean, leaned against the wall directly behind him, letting his head rest against it with a thunk.

Then he heard it...

"Hello! Help us please!"he barely heard a voice yelling from behind him.

"Hey! Is someone there?"he yelled back, putting his ear to the wall.

John, though keeping the gun trained on his target, let his eyes dart back and forth between the man and his youngest boy, silently praying that he'd found Dean.

"Y-yes! Oh my god, yes!"Sam faintly heard yelled in reply.

He then stepped back and kicked the wall, the thin drywall giving away rather easily beneath the blow, revealing to them rooms occupants a large wooden box.

"There was a door you know."the man stated after watching the young man kick in the wall, but was ignored as John kept his eyes on Sam's actions.

"Shut the fuck up."John growled, glaring at him momentarily before looking back at his son.

Sam drug the box from within the wall, then tried unsuccessfully to pull the nailed on lid off.

"Dammit!" he yelled in frustration, then put his hand on the box briefly, saying loudly," I'm here Dean, So just hold on! I'll have you out in just a second."

"Hurry!"the child's voice yelled in reply to this as he searched for something to pry the top off of the box.

Finally he located a large flat, piece of metal that would be sufficient, and returned to his task.

Moments later, he pulled the lid off with a grunt, revealing to him a sight he would never forget.

"God Dean."he whispered, taking in his brothers blood covered, unmoving form, the dirt and dust on his face standing out against its colorless background, lines of what had surely been tears easily made out on his cheeks, and how his arm was wrapped tightly around the shoulders of the little girl who was in the ..the customized coffin with him.

"Sam?"he heard his father question worriedly, but when he still didn't move, it was repeated, this time with much more force and insistence behind it."SAM! Talk to me!"

"Yeah, he's umm..."Sam replied, now over the initial shock and kneeling down towards his brother.

"Hey."he said, when meeting the intense stare of the little girl."You okay?"

"Yep, I'm fine Sam, but Dean's not, so don't worry bout me." she replied with a smile, which even with the situation, Sam couldn't help but return.

After reaching out and touching Dean's clammy face, he then , with a feeling of trepidation, checked him for a pulse, letting out a pent of sigh of relief when he found a very faint, weak one beating beneath his fingers.

"Sam?"

"He's, h's still alive, barely, but still alive."Sam replied, blinking repeatedly to try and keep the tears of happiness that his brother was still alive, and also of anger and hatred for the man who'd done this to him, he felt trying to escape at bay.

He reached down to lift the girl out first so he could better get to his brother, but before she would allow it, she had to give Dean's cheek a kiss, and whisper in his ear,"I told you they would come."

After he got her out, and asked if she was able to stand, she said yes, then pointed impatiently at Dean and said,"Now would you mind getting my friend out of there Sam?"

"My pleasure."he replied, automatically liking the little girls spunky attitude, and leaned over and lifted his brother from within the small confines of the box.

Dean made only one noise, which was something between an whimper and moan, then amazingly opened his eyes and looked up at Sam, squinting his eyes to make sure he wasn't imagining it, and whispered,"S-sammy?"

"Yeah, its me Dean. Dad's here too, so you're safe now."Sam replied, and with a little sigh, Dean's eyes closed once more, a hint of a smile playing at his blue tinged lips.

"Sammy, get your brother out of here now."John, who'd gotten his first good look at his eldest son seconds earlier, ordered his youngest through anger gritted teeth.

"What about you dad? Aren't you coming?"Sam asked, reluctant to leave his dad alone with the madman.

"Oh I'll be right behind you, I just have to take care of something first."he replied, not taking his eyes off of the man who his gun was pointed at.

"Dad, you can't..."he started to protest, but looking down at his brother cradled in his arms pallid face, and feeling a hitch in his throat, he stopped himself mid-sentence, and nodded his head at his father, then started out the doorway.

The bastard deserved whatever he got.

The little girl followed closely behind, but stopped once, turned and looked at the man and John, and said calmly,"It's the right thing to do mister, cause if he ever got out, he'd do it again. I can feel it." then giving him a solemn look, continued out the door.

John, briefly wondered where the hell Barney and the Mayberry police force were, but only briefly, as he reached out, closed the door that had been unlocked as he and Sam entered, and clicked the deadbolt into place, then gave his full attention to the man standing with his hands still behind his head.

"What's your name you psycho fuck?"he asked.

"Bozo."the man replied with a smug grin.

"If I were you, I'd be a little more respectable towards the man with the gun shitface. So I'm going to ask you one more time, what's your name?"John growled at the man.

"Okay, I'll play your game. It's Bill, and what may I ask is your name officer?"

"First of all Bill, I'm the one asking the questions here, not you. Secondly, you have exactly 2 minutes to convince me as to why I shouldn't kill you right here and now, starting with telling me why you did this."

"Why I did it? Well..hmm...that's easy, every single one of those assholes wronged me! And they got what they deserved!" he replied defiantly, not the least bit bothered by John's threats, after all he was a cop, and he couldn't shoot an unarmed man, so why not have a last little bit of fun before he hit the old prison block.

"Really Bill? Well, what did that little girl do to wrong you? She's what? 9 at the most? And Dean, what did he do to you? Seeing as how he's only been in town for a month is it?"John asked, trying to keep his voice calm as he awaited the pounding on the locked door that was sure to come when the officers reached it. Where the hell were they anyway?

"The girl I took to get back at her parents, because we all know that the best way to get at someone is by killing their kid."

"And Dean?"John asked once again, feeling his trigger finger tensing.

"Oh him, well he was just a nosy little fucker who put his nose into things that were no business of his own. I was going to get the younger kid with him, which hey, wasn't that him in here earlier?"he asked, but shrugged seconds later, not really giving a crap as he continued," It was really a last minute choice to include Dean, but boy was it worth it. Making him kill that kid, it was priceless, and I really count him as a successful fatality, cause did you get a look at him copper? All that blood? He's been leaking that for days, so I'm thinking he ain't gonna make it."the man replied with a self satisfied look on his face.

"Bill, I've spent the last 20 years of my life hunting and destroying all sorts of evil, but none of them, not one, hold a candle to you, and because of that, I'm going to feel no remorse for what I'm about to do ."

"Humph. You can't kill me, you're a cop, and it's a law that I get a fair trial. A law that you can't break."Bill said with a confident smile.

"Oh no, I'm not a cop at all Bill, I'm something much, much worse. As you said yourself, the best way to get to a parent is to kill their kid, and see, I'm that boy who you had locked in that box's father."

Bills eyes widened, and he put his hands up in a gesture of surrender, saying,"I deserve a fair trial! You'll go to jail for murder!"

Solemnly, John pulled the trigger, shooting him right between the eyes, and saying as his body fell to the floor,"The verdict is in and you're guilty." then threw his gun to the floor, walked over and opened the door that the officers had finally reached and had been pounding on for the last minute or so, and walked past them, not even looking at the shocked faces of the others as they took in the sight that met their eyes from within the room.

All that mattered to John was getting to his boys, nothing else...

TBC

One chapter to go, and don't worry, I've already gotten it mostly finished so it will be up soon! I promise.

A few questions will be answered that I'm sure you're wondering about, such as what took the cops so darn long to catch up with Sam and John(lets say they had a little trouble along the way), how Dean is holding up, and if John is going to get in any type of trouble for what he did. That and much more! So hope you don't hold the way tooo looooong wait between the last update against me:-( R&R!!