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Chapter 1
Sam half dragged half carried his unconscious brother while his father shot bullets dipped in dead man blood at the vamps that were chasing them from their nest.
Not only was their intel on how many vampires were in the nest was wrong but they had a friggin witch working with them that they knew nothing about.
They didn't get all the vampires but they did get the witch…unfortunately only after she had shot a wave of energy that hit Dean.
"Dad!" Sam shouted.
"Get your brother in the backseat," John commanded.
Sam maneuvered himself and Dean into the car while his father slid behind the steering wheel…gunning the engine and peeling away onto the road.
"Dad, he's burning up."
"We'll get back to the room and figure what that bitch did to him." John Winchester said as he looked in his rear view mirror at his boys.
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Sam couldn't believe it, they finally reunited with their Dad and the first hunt they work together went completely sideways. A witch…a damn witch working with vampires. That had to be one for the books. "Dad," he's really burning up," Sam said again.
"Did you hear what she said before she blew the powder in his face?" John asked.
"I'm not sure I'm saying it correctly but I think it was, 'neamhchiontach leanbh gealach bliain de nua'." Sam said.
"Sounds Gaelic," John said as he looked at his sons in the rear view mirror. He could see that Sam was worried about his brother but there was nothing they could do until they got to the motel. John presses his foot down harder on the gas and sped up to get them there faster.
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Sam open the door to their room as his father carried Dean fireman style inside. His youngest wasn't exaggerating…Dean was on fire.
"Start a bath Sammy…cool but not ice cold…we don't want to shock him." John said as he laid Dean down on the nearest bed and began stripping his son's clothes off until he was down to his briefs.
He lifted Dean again and carried him into the bath where Sam was waiting for them. "Watch his head," John said as Sam helped him get Dean into the tub. As soon as his body hit the water Dean's arms and legs began flailing around. "Shit…watch out." John cried out as Dean's arm connected with his nose.
As quickly as he started thrashing he stopped and John gently laid his head back. Reaching over he grabbed a wash cloth off the counter and began to wipe Dean's face. "Come on Ace," John whispered to his son.
After thirty minutes Sam helped his father lift his brother out of the tub and left the room to grab some sleep pants and a tee shirt for his Dad to put on Dean. It was an excuse when he saw John peel off Dean's wet briefs and begin to towel off his brother like you would a small child.
When he returned Dean was dried off and his father took the clothes and quickly began dressing his son. Sam watched for a moment marveling at how tender his father was handling Dean.
Once they had Dean settled in one of the beds John turned towards Sam. "His fever broke and the worst seems to be over. We need to go back and finish off the nest."
"Dean…" Sam started to argue.
"Seems to be fine…we can't waste any more time Sam. We need to finish this tonight and retrieve the Colt. Leave a note for your brother for when he wakes up."
Sam nodded his head, as much as he hated leaving Dean he knew his father was right. His fever did brake and he just seem to need to rest. Of course he knew his brother was going to be pissed to miss out on the action.
"Okay, I'll leave him a note and be right out," Sam said.
"Hurry up…we don't have time to waste." John said as he grabbed the keys and headed outside.
Sam grabbed the motel note pad and scribble a note for his brother, 'Dean, we went back to finish the job…we'll grab some food on the way back. Sam'. Sam gave Dean one last look before rushing out to join his father.
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"That was good work in there Sammy," John said as he pulled-up in front their motel and looked over at his youngest as he studied the Colt. He knew Dean would be pissed he missed the action but would understand once they told him they got the one weapon that can take out the demon who killed their mother. "Why don't you bring the grub in and regale Dean with the highlights. I have to call Caleb about another hunt that he asked if I would be interested in helping him with."
"Okay but I wouldn't take too long…Dean is a strong believer in you snooze you lose when it comes to bacon cheeseburgers."
John laughed, "tell your brother he'll answer to me if he even sniffs my burger."
Sam grinned as he the bag and headed inside, pulling out his phone to read an incoming text message. "Hey Dean how does a bacon cheeseburger sound," Sam said as he closed the door and dropped the bag on the table.
He finally looked up from his phone when he though he heard somebody crying and was shocked to see a small child cowering in the corner wearing his brother's tee shirt.
Suddenly the door opened and his father came in. "Line was busy…Sam what's wrong?" John said as he took in his son's face and he quickly looked around the room. He had barely registered the child in the corner but his eyes widened in shock when the child cried out, "Dada!"
TBC
Gaelic translation:
innocent = neamhchiontach, child= leanbh, moon = gealach, year = bliain, of = de, new = nua