Using every bit of sunlight I have left. My light in my room is still broken, so that's fun.....not.

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Episode: Season 1 Episode 21

Part: 2

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom.

Enjoy!

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Sam, John, and (M/n) stood at the back of his truck, checking weapons. The Impala came toward them and Dean got out.

"You get it?" John asked.

Dean pulled out a brown paper bag out of his pocket and hands it to John, who pulled out an antique gun.

"You know this is a trap, don't you. That's why Meg wants you to come with only (M/n)?"

"We can handle her. I got a whole arsenal loaded. Holy water, Mandaic, amulets..."

"Dad..."

"What?"

"Promise me something."

"What's that."

"This thing goes south just...get the hell out. Don't get yourself killed all right, you're no good to us dead."

"Same goes for you....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."

"Yes sir." Sam said.

"Been waiting a long time for this fight. Now it's here, I'm not gonna be in it. It's up to you boys now. It's your fight, you finish this. You finish what I started. Understand?" He handed Dean the colt.

"We'll see you soon, dad."

Dean looked over at (M/n), they stood there for a bit. Soon Dean hugged him, and they stood there, hugging tightly, for a few minutes.

"Don't get yourself killed, Dean." (M/n) whispered.

"I'll say the same thing for you." The Winchester didn't want to let him go.

Soon they parted, John and (M/n) got in the truck and left. The boys stood there, watching the truck drive off.

~At a warehouse~

John pulled up in his truck, both boys got out and John checked the antique gun.

"Ready for this?" The Winchester asked the male.

"No..."

~There's gonna be a lot of timeskips~

John was standing on the roof next to the tank, (M/n) hiding behind the tank. Meg appeared on the foreground. She slowly looked around then up at the water tank, only to see no one. She moves inside. John had hid behind the tank with the other male. He checked to see if the coast was clear, then climbed up the ladder. He opened the lid, holding the rosary up, speaks in Latin and drops the rosary into the water.

~A little later~

Meg was standing in the middle of the room. She hears a creak and turns. John and (M/n) were walking toward her. They stop a few feet away.

"You made it. Too bad really, I was hoping to kill more of your friends." Meg said.

"Sorry to disappoint."

"I can see where your boys get their good looks. Though I must admit, considering what they say about you, I thought you'd be...taller."

John just stared at her.

"Well aren't you the chatty one. You wanna get to business? Fine. Why don't you just hand over the gun."

"If I give you the gun, how do I get out of here?" John asked.

"If you're as good as they say you are, I'm sure you'll figure something out."

"Maybe I'll just shoot you."

"You wanna shoot me baby? Go ahead. There's more where I came from. The same place (N/n) got banned." She smirked at the other boy, earning a growl from him. Another demon, a guy, walks out of the shadows.

"Who the hells that?"

"He's not nearly as much fun as I ma, I can tell you that. So I suggest you give us the gun." Meg warned. John just stared at the other demon, three in one room. Then his attention went back to Meg.

"Now!" John handed over the gun to Meg, butt first. She check it out.

"This is the colt?" He nodded.

Meg handed the gun to the other demon, "What do you think?"

The other demon looks at it, points it at the ceiling, cocks it, then shoots (M/n) in the chest. He staggered back, grabbing the wound. "What the hell dude?!"

"It's a fake." The demon said, throwing the gun away. Meg turns to look at John.

"You're dead John. Your boys are dead."

John started backing up slowly. "I've never used the gun. How could I know it wouldn't work?"

"I'm so not in the mood for this." She said, walking towards him.

A noise of gas escaping distracts Meg for a split second, both John and (M/n) run into the other room, locking the door and going down the hatch into the alley they entered earlier, lined with pipes. Meg and the other demon kick open the door and follows. John reaches the other end and turns on a tap, water starts gushing over the floor. The other demon, paused, then continued. As he walks through the water, his feet begin steaming and he jumps backwards, yelling.

"Holy water. Real cute."

John and (M/n) take off.

The two ran back the truck, only to find all the tires slashed. "Damn it."

"Now what?"

"This way." John said and the two ran to the side of the building.

They ran down a dead end and stop, looking around and gasping for breath. John grabs for his phone but as he raises it he is flung against the wall, losing his grip on the phone.

"John!" The other male yelled before he too was flung into a wall. The male demon appears as John begins to slide up the wall and stands in front of him, smiling.

~Timeskip~

~Motel Room~

Dean was pacing while holding his phone to his ear, listening to it ring out. Sam sat on the bed.

"Come on dad, answer your phone damn it." Dean said, frustrated. He then hung up the phone. "Somethings wrong."

Sam was staring at the wall, giving a good bitchface.

"You hear me? Somethings wrong." Dean repeated.

"If you just let me go in there, I coulda ended all this."

"Sam, the only thing you would have ended was your life."

"You don't know that."

Dean walked over to the bed. "So what, you're just willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it?"

"Yeah. Yeah you're damn right I am." The young Winchester said, standing up.

"Well that's not going to happen, not as long as I'm around."

"What the hell are you talking about Dean, we've been searching for this demon our whole lives. Its the only thing we've ever cared about."

"Sam, I wanna waste it. I do. Okay? But its not worth dying over."

"What?"

"I mean it. If hunting this demon means getting yourself killed, then I hope we never find the damn thing."

"That thing killed Jess. That thing killed mom."

"You said it yourself once, that no matter what we do, they're gone, and they're never coming back."

At that point, Sam lost it. He grabbed Dean and shoved him hard against the wall. "Don't you say that, not you! Not after all this don't you say that."

"Sam look. The three of us....the four of us....that's all we have...and its all I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm barley holding it together man...and without you or dad....or (M/n)."

"Dad..." Sam said. He let his brother go and turned away, walking across the room. Dean stays where he was, taking deep breaths.

"He should have called by now. Try him again." Sam had tears in his eyes. Dean rose his phone to his ear.

~Unknown~

John's phone sits on a bench, ringing. Meg wanders over and picks it up. She looks at the screen, smiles to herself and answers.

"You boys really screwed up this time." The said, smugly.

"Where is he." Dean said angry.

"You're never going to see your father or little boyfriend again."