Rating:PG-16
A/N Okay now I am adding Season Two information into this next chapters, they maybe considered Spoilers, You have been warned. I am not sure how far I will go with the story line since this series began with the death of the original Demon.
Story Three
Chapter Four
Three months later-Night before the move
Dean sighed as he went into the bedroom. Everything was packed and ready to go. The only things not in the UHaul; were personal items. The Impala was on the trailer in back of the huge moving van that Sam and Sara where going to drive. He and Cassie would be in her SUV with the kids. The plan was to leave early in the morning for the drive to California. Everyone was asleep except for those in the bedroom: him, Cassie and Cassidy.
The little girl stood in her crib when Dean walked in the room.
“Hey Sweetie,” he said as he picked her up while Cassie watched from the sleeping bag on the floor.
“Put her down and watch,” she suggested.
Dean looked at his wife but shrugged as he sat the baby down. Cassidy scampered across the floor as she laughed. Dean’s jaw dropped. How had he missed this? He shook his head as Cassie smiled at him. While they looked each other they missed Cassidy’s crowning achievement. She used the wall to pull herself up to a standing position. It was Cassie’s turn then to drop her jaw as she saw her daughter walked across the room toward them.
“Dadd dad a, mama, ma,” she said as she clapped her hands and she toddled on her tip toes.
“Oh no, she is growing up so fast,” Dean said.
He picked her up where she fell on her diapered bottom and kissed her all over her grinning face. Daddy’s angel.
Sara couldn’t sleep that night so Sam rubbed cream on her stomach. At seven months, she was uncomfortable more often than before.
“Does this help?”
Sara only nodded. Sam had done all he could to make her feel good. He was a good husband; kind, loving, adorable, and patient. Sara tilted her head as she watched him. She knew he was nervous about her sitting so long in the van on their drive. She was the one that insisted she wanted to be with him. He had told her many times she could fly and he would be fine alone. Besides Deanna wanted to ride in the big truck and they were going to have switch out often to break the monotony anyway. He could only imagine the kids were going to go stir crazy and drive their parents’ nuts.
“I promise to walk when ever we have rest stops,” she had told him.
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They watched Cassidy crawl around for a while in the empty room while they lay on the sleeping bag.
“So are you ready for this?” Dean asked.
“As much as I will ever be. I sure hope this turns out the way we hope.”
“You mean, that we will not keep running into the dreaded, Courtney?”
“That and you know starting over in a new place. My mother still can’t believe we are leaving.”
“I know I am sorry about that. Though I’m sure she will find a way to get your stepfather to move out there also,” Dean teased her.
Cassie knew that sometimes her mother treated her like a kid, but she was her only child and if there was a way for her to be near her daughter she would find it. Her husband being on the road all the time did not help the situation at all. Cassidy crawled up between her parents and laid her head on her daddy’s chest. Dean pulled her up to cuddle her to him. Cassie pulled the cover up around them all then leaned in closer to the other two. Sleep would be hard to come by with all the excitement in the air.
***
John spent his last night alone at his apartment; he was moving in with Vickie and Alexis the next day. He put the last item in the box and then realized there was someone knocking on the door. He went to answer it in his bare feet since he couldn’t find his other slipper. At the door, he stopped to look through the small peephole but shook his head since he didn’t recognize the man on the other side.
“Hello,” he said cautiously as he kept one foot behind the door as he held it only slightly ajar.
“Hi, are you John Winchester?”
“Who wants to know?”
“My name is Alan Finnigan, I got your name from Bobby Singer. He thought you might be able to help me with a problem I have.”
John looked at the man for a moment. He was a tall neatly dressed Afro American with unusually light brown eyes. His hair was wavy with streaks of auburn mixed in, John would not have guessed his last name would be Irish. He laughed to himself then realized he was staring.
“So how do you know Bobby? He lives a couple of states away, as long as I have known him he has never moved.
“Missouri Moseley is my aunt, by marriage. It’s kind of a long story but she gave me Bobby’s number and he recommended I speak with you since I live around here. He didn’t think you would mind.”
John thought, at least he has the right contacts. Maybe I should hear him out.
“Okay, come in. I am not making in promises I am getting remarried at the end of the week.”
He pointed to the sofa then asked if he could get Mr. Finnigan a drink, which he refused. He seemed a bit nervous, but not overly so. John took the chair opposite the stranger and smiled.
“I’m moving in with my fiancé tomorrow, the other furnishings are out in the van already,” he said just for something to say.
“Oh, no problem. It’s just that my situation is something I have never had to deal with and it’s strange to even speak of such things, at least for me.”
Alan shared that Bobby didn’t seem taken back when he told him that things in his house seemed to have been moving on their own, as though by an invisible force. His wife was a nervous wreck because she couldn’t understand what was happening. They had always big on going to church and serving God and she was more than a little concerned about the occurrences.
“We just had a little one that is six months.”
John eyed the main curiously with the last statement. He could not believe what he had heard.
“So nothing like this has happened until recently?”
“The man shook his head.
John got up to pace the room as he raked his fingers through his longish brown hair. His appointment to see the barber was still two days away. This can’t be happening, again.
“Okay, I have to ask, how well do you know Missouri?”
“Like I said we are related but I don’t know her that well. My mother and she grew up together but we are not blood relatives. Why?”
“You know Missouri is a psychic?”
“Yes.”
“Anyone in your family have special gifts?”
He shrugged, “If they do no one speaks of them. What does this have to do with what is going on at my house?” he asked with concern in his voice.
John told him about how he had lost his first wife, Mary. Afterward, the man stood up as though he were going to leave.
“Where are you going?”
“This is crazy.”
John stopped the man with a hand on his arm.
“That is what I thought when it happened to me.”
Alan looked at him, as he swallowed hard.
“Did you ever figure out why the thing was after your family? Why your wife died the way she did?”
John nodded, “It wasn’t until after we killed it, but we, my boys and I figured it was because of the special gifts.”
John explained that at the time his baby boy who was six months old had showed no signs of being different. Strangely enough, it was many years before he experienced prophetic visions.
“Okay so you are saying that it more than likely has to do with my baby girl?”
“It is the age that the demon seems to consistently kill off the mothers, I am sorry to say. On the other hand, my son is married to a young lady whose father was in the occult and he died when his daughter was six months in the same manner as my wife.”
“Missouri’s parents died when she was around that age too,” Alan said with understanding in his eyes.
“The difference here seems to be that you are getting some kind of warning.”
“Bobby said you had retired from hunting after twenty-five years.”
“Yes, I hope this isn’t happening to draw me back into the fray,” John said as he shook his head.
Bobby answered on the first ring when John called after Mr. Finnigan left.
“Well?” Bobby asked.
“Hello to you too,” John laughed.
“Sorry about that. I am convinced it’s a different thing, but I thought you would want to know.”
“Yeah, we knew there were more monsters out there, but I thought teaching people about it would be my contribution from now on.”
“You mean the websites and seminars?”
“Exactly, with six billion on the planet the word needs to get out. We are not alone,” John said as he sat down on his sofa.
Bobby laughed softly, “You going to check it out?”
“Of course, you know I don’t run from a challenge. But, I am getting married in a few days. I told him I would come by tomorrow though I wonder if I should have gone tonight.”
Bobby was quiet.
“Should I just go now? I have his number.”
“Your call but I know you will be devastated if something happens to them after you put off going to check it out.”
“I’m going,” John said before he hung up the phone.
John shook his head as he looked out at the truck which was already attached to the back of the moving van on a ramp. He found his shoes and jacket then went outside to unhook his truck so he could drive it. He had begun to sweat by the time he completed the task so he went back inside to change shirts. He decided to call Alan on the way over. It was a good thing he had already gotten the directions and cell phone number. On the way over to the man’s house he phoned four times without getting anyone to pick up. When he arrived at the house he found out why.
The house was in flames and the fire department and ambulance were already there. John shook his head. He wondered if it had happened while Alan was at his house. He parked down the road, then blended in with the spectators while he looked for Alan. He found him as he stood behind the ambulance talking to the medics as a baby squirmed in his arms.
“Alan?”
Alan looked at him with tears in his eyes.
“I am so sorry,” John said.
Alan excused himself from the medical team and pulled John aside.
“It happened just like you said,” he told John with fear in his eyes.
Oh my God, what are we going to do?
“I wish I had come back with you; I am beginning to think no one is safe from this brand of evil.”
John wasn’t as surprised as he should have been when the little girl reached for his hat and it moved into the air on its own while she grinned. Alan looked as though he might faint.
***
When the Winchester couples arrived at their new home three days later, they were worn-out and more than a bit irritable. California housing which is notoriously expensive, would have been a huge hurdle, if not for the money from the sell of their old home that had brought in close to three hundred thousand dollars. Dean had been good with his money during his marriage so his alias, Tom Nugent had excellent credit, which had come in handy for their new “digs”. They had chosen a suburb not far from Loma Alto, less than a half hour. Sam planned to continue schooling online so he could get a job to help Dean pay the mortgage it was the arrangement that had made the entire move possible. John’s marriage and life in the sunny state had sweetened the deal for the Winchester brothers. Their hope for a normal life had strengthened with the addition of children in their families.
John hadn’t had the heart to tell them what had happened with Alan Finnigan’s family, he had begun to have second thought about his upcoming nuptials because of the event. He put a smile on his face when he showed up at the new house later that afternoon to find everyone lying still just absorbing the air conditioning in the family room.
“Welcome to Cali,” he teased his exhausted relatives.
Sara had opened the door in only one of Sam’s long t-shirts, John assumed she was miserable being pregnant in the heat.
“Hey John,” Cassie said from across the room but no one moved except Sara who had gone to retrieve bottled water from the stocked refrigerator for her and Sam.
Dean looked up as his father to smile as he held Cassidy against his chest as he lay on one of the sofa’s. John assumed that was all furniture that they had unloaded so far. Sam lay on a towel and the toddlers where in portable cribs asleep except Deanna who was sitting on the floor with her mother who sat braiding her hair.
“Well, you are a sight for sore eyes,” John said as he “copped a spot” on the carpet though Sara offered her seat.
John insisted that she just lie back and rest. John could only laugh to himself, because the room was quiet after a few minutes except for the sounds of soft snoring.
TBC
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