Virgil shivered from the intensity of the pain that began to radiate down his spine as he felt himself waking from his enforced sleep. Forcing his eyes open he breathed in and out as he tried to focus on his surroundings. Virgil could see and feel the chains that held his ankles and feet to the floor, he was still on his knees, his hands were still raised above his head and were shackled to the restraints that were hanging from the ceiling. Looking straight ahead Virgil could see there were two men in the room, the one sat behind the computer and the other was stood directly behind the other man. He could hear the men talking, the man who was sat at the console looked flustered, while the other seemed to be shifting about anxiously. Virgil tried to listen but was unable to make out what was being said. Eventually the man who had been standing hurried out of the room, while the other continued to work.
Glancing down Virgil felt a tear trickle down his face, when he noticed the open chain lying on the floor with the picture of his mother inside. The continuous visions of his mother’s death that the Hood had planted in his mind continued to stalk his dreams. Constantly reminding him of that day and the way she had been taken away from them all so suddenly. Now, he also had the added knowledge that their mother’s death had been planned and perpetrated by the Hood. She had been purposely ripped from them all and taken from them far too soon. Virgil felt more tears running down his face as the anger inside him began to grow. He was going to make the Hood pay for what he had done, he really didn’t know how, but he would make him suffer!
Characters:Dean, Sam, Reader, Joseph and Constance Welch
Age:20
Warnings:Gun Use, Car Crash
Word Count: 2,730
Summary:You’ve stumbled upon a major break with John’s motel room, or so you’d thought. When he’s found to be long gone, you, Sam, and Dean must pick up where he’s left off. An unforeseen run-in with the local law enforcement leaves you and Sam stuck working without Dean. Will it lead to more disaster or push you both in the direction you need to go to fix your relationship?
A/N:All dialogue taken from the show will be in italics. Part 4 will be the final part!
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You were frozen in the doorway, staring at the covered walls of the motel room before you. Sam and Dean stepped into the room, Dean turning on the lamp placed the end table while Sam went to get a closer look at some of the papers. Dean grabbed the half-eaten burger on the end table and sniffed it, recoiling at the smell.
“I don’t think he’s been here for a couple days at least,” he sighed, dropping the food back in its spot. Finally, you were able to walk into the space, looking down at the floor as you stepped through.
“Salt, cat’s-eyes shells. He was worried, trying to keep something from coming in,” you mused, making your way over to Dean, who was now reading over some of the papers on the wall by the lamp. Sam looked over at the two of you then quickly crossed the space.
“What do you got here?” he asked.
“Centennial Highway victims,” Dean replied. Sam began walking around the space again, this time really looking over each and every paper and surface he passed. Dean spoke again: “I don’t get it. I mean, different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities. There’s always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?”
It was silent for a few minutes as the three of you continued reading over everything John had compiled. You heard a light behind you click as Sam turned the second lamp on but continued reading from the paper before you, only turning when you heard Sam scoff.
“Dad figured it out.” The words fell from his lips, sounding more like he was annoyed rather than relieved at the idea.
“What do you mean?” Dean questioned. The two of you turned around to look at Sam but remained where you were.
“He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She’s a Woman in White,” Sam revealed. Dean looked back at the victims on the wall.
“You sly dogs. Alright, so, if we’re dealing with a Woman in White, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it.”
“She might have another weakness,” you spoke up. Dean shook his head.
“No, Dad would want to make sure. He’d dig her up,” Dean countered. He walked over to Sam, looking at the papers. “Does it say where she’s buried?”
“No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I’d go ask her husband…if he’s still alive.” Sam pointed to a picture of the grieving man from the article.
“Alright, why don’t you see if you can find an address. Y/N and I’ll go clean up.” Dean dug your room key out of his pocket and tossed it to you before heading towards the bathroom. Thankfully, the owner’d made you pay for a room before giving you any more information about your father’s room. No fighting over who’d get to shower first and a space all to yourself—even for ten minutes—sounded like heaven. As you turned toward the door, Sam cleared his throat.
“Hey. What I said earlier about Mom and Dad— I’m sorry.”
“No chick-flick moments,” Dean quickly replied, putting his hand up to stop Sam from continuing further.
“Alright, jerk.”
“Bitch,”Dean shot back. You shook your head, offering up one word before walking out of the room: “Freaks.”
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Three hard raps on the front door shook you out of your thoughts as you finished drying your hair with the scratchy motel towel. You remained silent. That wasn’t Dean’s knock, and you were certain it wouldn’t be Sam. You slowly dropped the towel and went to the toilet, quickly climbing onto the seat to get a full view out of the window. The coast was clear, but you could see the back end of the police cruiser parked in front of the building. Shit.
Another three raps on the front door. You stepped off the toilet and grabbed all of your belongings before climbing back up and sliding out the window. The fall was short and easy, nothing compared to your swan dive off the bridge. You slipped into the sparse woods behind the building and pulled your cell phone out of your pocket. Sam’s number flashed across your screen the moment you were about to call Dean. You ducked behind a tree and answered the call.
“Five-o, dude. You guys gotta get out of there,” you spoke before Sam could.
“I know, I know. They grabbed Dean—“
“Son of a bitch.”
“Where are you?” Sam asked.
“There’s a bit of woods behind the rooms. I’m about ten feet in. I should be out of sight, but I still have a view of the lot.” You glanced back at the cruiser, ducking back behind the tree when you saw two officers throw Dean in the back. “They’re going to be coming after us, you know.”
“The two of ‘em at least are gonna take Dean back first.” Sam emerged in the woods and you hung up your phone.
“Yeah, well, finding him in a room covered in information on all those missing person cases isn’t going to bode well.” Sure, Dean had gotten himself out of stickier situations before, but it only took things going wrong once to get him hauled away for god knows how long.
“Let’s just focus on finding Dad. Dean can take care of himself,” Sam reminded. You nodded and looked back at the parking lot. The cruiser had driven off shortly after Sam had reached you, and so the two of you snuck your way back to the parking lot and over to the Impala in record time. Sam slid in the driver’s seat and you the passenger’s seat, and the two of you were off on the road before anyone could catch sight of you.
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“Yeah, he was older, but that’s him,” Joseph Welch spoke, walking back to the Impala with you and Sam. He handed the picture of a younger John, Sam, Dean, and you back to Sam. “He came by three or four days ago, said he was a reporter.”
“That’s right. We’re working on a story together,” Sam replied, sliding the picture back into his pocket.
“Well, I don’t know the hell kind of story you’re working on—the questions he asked me.”
“About your late wife, Constance,” you mused, fiddling with the strap on the camera around your neck. Honestly, the places you got into with a fake press badge and the old, broken camera were baffling to you.
“He asked me where she was buried.”
“And where is that again?” Sam pressed.
“What, I got to go through these twice?” Joseph questioned.
“It’s fact-checking,” you reassured him. “If you don’t mind.”
“In a plot behind my old place over on Breckenridge,” Joseph answered after taking a deep breath.
“Why did you move?” Sam asked. Joseph looked up at him incredulously before replying, his voice shaking.
“I’m not gonna live in the house where my children died.” The three of you stopped once you’d reached the Impala, and Sam turned to face Joseph.
“Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?”
“No way. Constance—she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known.”
“So you had a happy marriage.” Sam pretended to summarize. Of course, the two of you knew that was false, or else you wouldn’t have the Woman in White on your hands. Joseph was quiet, staring up at Sam. A quick shake of his head, however, pulled him out of his thoughts.
“Definitely,”he answered. Sam nodded.
“Well, that should do it. Thanks for your time.” He walked over to the car with you and unlocked it. But, neither of you reached for the door handles. Instead, you looked at each other, having a silent conversation with your eyes. The two of you used to be so good at reading each other, which worked in your favor in moments like these. Joseph turned to go back to the house, but you called after him.
“Mr. Welch, have you ever heard of a Woman in White?” you asked. Joseph looked back at you, eyes narrowed in confusion.
“A what?”
“A Woman in White, or sometimes a Weeping Woman. It’s a ghost story. Well, it’s more of a phenomenon, really.” You started walking towards him, Sam following close behind. “They’re spirits. They’ve been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places in Hawaii and Mexico. Lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women, you understand, but all share the same story.”
“Girl, I don’t care much for nonsense,” Joseph spat. He spun on his heel and began walking back towards his house. You and Sam followed him
“You see, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them, and these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children,” Sam continued your thought. At this, Joseph stopped in his tracks and turned back to look at you two.
“Then, once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking backroads, waterways,” you picked up where Sam had left off.
“And if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him. And that man is never seen again,” Sam finished. Joseph looked between the two of you
“You think…you think that has something to do with Constance, you smartasses?” He took a few steps towards Sam.
“You tell me,” Sam spoke calmly.
“I mean, maybe—maybe I made some mistakes. But no matter what I did, Constance never would have killed her own children,” Joseph’s voice was shaking again, this time seemingly from a mixture of his anger and sadness. “Now, you two get the hell out of here, and you don’t come back.” He looked between the two of you, jaw clenched and lip quivering, before turning his back on you. You looked up at Sam for a moment before walking to the car.
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Sam grabbed his phone as you sped down the road and, after a quick glance at the caller ID, flipped it open and put it on speaker. Dean’s voice immediately came through.
“Nice call on the fake 911 call.”
“Get this. It was all Sam’s idea,” you informed Dean, smiling over at Sam before turning your attention back to the road.
“I don’t know, Sammy. That’s pretty illegal,” Dean said. Sam chuckled.
“You’re welcome.”
“Listen, we gotta talk,” Dean started.
“Tell me about it,” you held your hand out for the phone, taking it when Sam handed it over. “So, the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a Woman in White. She’s buried behind her old house, so that should be Dad’s next stop—“
“Y/N, would you shut up for a second?” Dean interjected, but you were talking a mile a minute, trying to relay all in information to your brother, think and keep a steady hand on the wheel at the same time.
“We just can’t figure out why he hasn’t destroyed the corpse yet,” you mused.
“Well, that’s what I’m trying to tell you,” Dean interrupted again. “He’s gone. Dad left Jericho.”
“What? How do you know?” Sam asked.
“I’ve got his journal.”
“He doesn’t go anywhere without that thing.”
“Yeah, well, he did this time.”
“What’s it say?” you asked, grip tightening on the wheel.
“Same old ex-marine crap when he wants to let us know where he’s going.”
“Coordinates,”you breathed out, shaking your head.
“Where to?” Sam asked.
“I’m not sure yet,” Dean replied.
“Dean, what the hell is going on?” Sam was exasperated. You sighed, then jumped half out of your seat when a woman appeared on the road in front of you. Constance.
“Whoa!”You jumped, slamming on the brakes. Your grip on the wheel tightened even more, your knuckles turning a ghostly white. The car went right through her. Once you were fully stopped, you slowly sat back, letting out a long, shaky breath. You shot a quick look at Sam to make sure he was alright, then turned your attention to the rear-view. As soon as your eyes met Constance’s ghostly figure, she spoke.
“Take me home.” Her eyes were locked on Sam’s figure. You looked over to him, pursing your lips. Constance spoke again, her voice angrier. “Take me home.”
“No,”Sam stated firmly. Immediately, all the locks went down into the doors. You reached for your lock while Sam reached for his. While you were turned away from the wheel, the car began driving down the road. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t stop it, and neither of you could leave.
Shortly, you arrived at the old, dilapidated house. The car rolled to a stop then shut off. You stared out the windshield, trying to devise a plan.
“Don’t do this,” Sam spoke up.
“I can never go home,” Constance spoke.
“You’re scared to go home,” Sam corrected. He turned to look at her, but she’d vanished. You both looked around the space, and she quickly appeared on top of Sam, pinning him down on the seat.
“Hold me. I’m so cold.”
“You can’t kill me,” Sam struggled against her. “I’m not unfaithful. I’ve never been.” Constance leaned in close to him.
“You will be.” With that, she pressed her lips to his.
“Oh, that’s sick,” you couldn’t help but comment. Reflexively, you searched your pockets for your gun, but it must have gone flying when you’d slammed on the brakes. Your hands found it under the seat just as you heard Sam begin groaning in pain.
“Y/N!” He was able to get out. You looked over to see her hand in his chest, face morphed into something truly evil. Without another thought, you began shooting at her form. She disappeared just long enough for you to finally get a grip on the situation—now that she wasn’t holding your brother’s life in her hand. Finally, it clicked. You dropped your gun and started the car.
“I’m taking you home, bitch.” You slammed your foot onto the gas pedal and launched the car forward, crashing through the front of the house.
“Sam! Y/N!” Dean called, running inside. He ran to the passenger side and looked in. “You okay?”
“Fine,” you replied, crawling out of the car through the window after you were unable to get the door open through all the debris.
“Yeah, help me,” Sam answered. Dean helped him out through his door.
“There you go,” he stated as he got Sam up in his feet. You eyed Constance carefully, unsure of her next move, as you walked over to them. Constance threw the picture she had been holding down on the ground before looking to the three of you. She stepped out of the way and sent a large dresser across the room, pinning the three of you against the car. You groaned and tried to push it away, unsuccessfully.
Suddenly, the electricity began to crackle, lights flickering all around the space. Even Constance looked around, unsure of the cause. Water began to trickle down the stairs, and Constance looked to the top.
“You’ve come home to us, Mommy,” two young voices called out. You watched on as the two children appeared at the bottom of the stairs. They hugged Constance, and the three of them disappeared into the ground beneath them, Constance screaming and changing shape the whole way down. Finally, the three of you could push the dresser away and move away from the car. Dean led you and Sam over to the spot where the ghosts had vanished.
“So, this is where she drowned her kids,” Dean said, staring down at the wet spot.
“That’s why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them,” Sam added.
“You found her weak spot.”
“Nice work, Y/N.” Sam smiled weakly down at you.
“Thanks, Sammy. Couldn’t have done it without you, though.” You hit his chest, smiling, before following Dean over to the Impala.
“Ah!”Sam laughed through the pain then looked over at you. “But, what were you thinking, shooting Casper in the face, you freak?”
“Hey, saved your ass,” you shot back, still grinning. Dean looked up from inspecting the car.
“I’ll tell you another thing, Y/N. If you screwed up my car, I’ll kill you,” he threatened. You rolled your eyes, laughing softly.
“Oh, come on. I crash a car through a house one time…”
Characters:Reader, Dean, Sam, Hailey, Ben, Roy, Tommy
Age:20
Warnings:character death, dead body, (flare) gun use/mention.
Word Count: 2,446
Summary:The wendigo closes in and makes an attack. After going on a search for the creature, the Winchesters are separated. Sam, Ben, and Y/N have to work quickly to save Dean and Hailey and take down the creature once and for all.
A/N:check that out; got this one finished in 3 parts instead of 4! (i was originally aiming to have them all be 3, but the pilot had me thinking they’d all be super long lmao)now i’m going to go cry for about 6 years bc of jennamarbles’s latest video! as always, dialogue taken directly from the show is in italics.
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“Help me! Help!”
You, Sam, and Dean shot up and cautiously but quickly walked back to the campsite. Roy cocked his gun uselessly as the three of you approached. You aimed your flashlight into the woods, trying to catch a glimpse of the screaming creature.
“It’s trying to draw us out. Just stay cool. Stay put,” Dean directed.
“Inside the magic circle?” Roy mocked. You glared at him but were quickly vindicated when the wendigo’s growl seemed to send a shiver down his spine. “Okay. That’s no grizzly.”
Hailey took Ben’s hand and the two sat back on the log they’d been occupying earlier, comforting him as they did: “It’s okay. We’ll be alright. I promise.” The wendigo ran past the circle and she screamed. You jumped back, and Roy stepped closer, gun drawn.
“It’s here.” He took a shot at the brush, then turned and shot at another spot. The wendigo howled. “I hit it!” Roy jumped over the symbols and ran into the woods.
“Roy, no! Roy!” Dean called after him, trying to stop him. He looked back at Hailey and Ben. “Don’t move!” With that, he led you and Sam after Roy.
“It’s over here! It’s in the tree!” A voice called out. Suddenly, everything was silent. The two of you stopped and looked around, but Roy was gone.
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The woods were silent for the rest of the night. Sam found a spot against a tree stump to keep watch hours ago, and he’d yet to move. You and Dean were up at the campsite with Hailey and Ben, ensuring their safety.
“I don’t…I mean, these types of things aren’t supposed to be real,” Hailey said. Dean moved from his place beside one of the tents and sat beside her.
“I wish I could tell you different,” he sighed.
“How do we know it’s not out there watching us?” She asked, looking to Dean.
“We don’t,” you replied, keeping your eyes out on the woods. You glanced over in time to see Dean shoot you a look before he turned back to Hailey.
“But,we’re safe for now,” Dean reassured her. You rolled your eyes and went back to being the lookout. Hailey nodded then spoke again, her voice a bit softer.
“How do you know about this stuff?” Dean looked away for a moment before answering.
“It kind of runs in the family.” Before Hailey could ask another question, Dean stood up and Sam walked over, breathing heavily..
“Hey. So, we’ve got half a chance in the daylight. And I, for one, want to kill this evil son of a bitch,” Sam said. You turned around to look at him.
“You know I’m in,” you replied, stepping away from your post and closer to the group.
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As Dean readied the supplies you needed, you and Sam stood with Haley and Ben, getting them prepared for what they were about to face. You held out the journal, open to the page on wendigos, and gave them the basic summary.
“Wendigo is a Cree Native American word. It means ‘evil that devours,’” you shut the journal. “They’re hundreds of years old. Each one was once a man, sometimes a Native American, or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter.”
“How’s a man turn into one of these things?” Hailey asked.
“It’s always the same. During some harsh winter, a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help. He becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp,” you answered.
“Like the Donner party,” Ben spoke up. Sam nodded.
“That’s right. Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities—speed, strength, immortality,” he explained. Dean, finished with the weapons, stood and walked over.
“If you eat enough of it, over the years, you become this less-than-human thing. You’re always hungry,” Dean continued Sam’s thought.
“So, if that’s true, how can Tommy still be alive?” Hailey asked. You shook your head.
“You’re not gonna like it,” you warned her. She pressed on, demanding an answer. You sighed but spoke again. “More than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time. When it’s awake, it,uh…”you trailed off and looked to your brothers, silently asking them to give her the news. Dean continued for you.
“It keeps its victims alive. It stores them so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother’s alive, it’s keeping him somewhere dark, quiet, and safe. And we gotta track it back there.” You went to the bag of supplies as Hailey asked her next question.
“And then how do we stop it?”
“Well, guns are useless. So are knives,” Dean replied.
“Basically,”you cut in, holding up a rag, lighter, and some lighter fuel. “We gotta torch the sucker.
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The five of you made your way through the woods. Claw marks were spotted on the trees awhile back, and you used them as your guide to the wendigo’s lair. Suddenly, Sam stopped and called you and Dean over, looking up at all the claw marks in the trees. He pointed upwards, and you looked around to see the claw marks on every single tree, circling where the five of you stood.
“You know, I was thinking. Those claw marks, so clear and distinct,” Sam chuckled humorlessly.
“They were almost too easy to follow,” you finished his thought, voice barely audible. As if on cue, the wendigo ran past, back and forth around the area. You looked around, trying to get an idea of where it could be when Hailey screamed. You turned around in time to see Roy’s body fall on the ground. Hailey fell to the ground when she jumped out the way. Sam ran to her aid, and you went to Roy, putting your hand to his neck to feel for a pulse. You looked up at Dean immediately after, shaking your head. “His neck’s broken.”
“Okay, run, run!” Dean grabbed your arm and pulled you up while Sam helped Hailey. “Go, go, go, go, go!” The five of you rushed out of the area. Dean and Hailey ran ahead, but Ben tripped and fell to the ground. You and Sam stayed back to help him up. The three of you chased after Dean and Hailey, trying to cover the lost ground. Hailey screamed. You ran faster. Sam stopped at the bottom of a small hill when Ben called out for Hailey. You watched Sam bend down and pick something up off the ground; The top of Dean’s Molotov Cocktail. Your eyes widened and you looked around the area.
“Dean!”
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“If it keeps its victims alive, why would it kill Roy?” Ben asked, walking through the woods at Sam’s side. You led them a few feet ahead, searching for a clue.
“Honestly? I think because Roy shot at it, he pissed it off,” Sam replied. You stopped and nervously fixed your hair before closing your eyes and throwing your head back. Sam pursed his lips then walked over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder.
“Hey, Y/N, we’re going to find him,” he assured. You quickly turned away from him and wiped your eyes, shaking your head.
“I know, I know. I just…” you sighed. “We can’t lose him, Sam. He’s all I got.”
“I’m right here, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere.” You scoffed at Sam’s words.
“Yeah, I’ve heard that before. Sam, what’s keeping you here if Dean’s gone. He’sthe one who convinced you to come. He’sthe one that’s been able to talk you down. Besides, as soon as we find Dad and we get whatever killed Jess, you’re leaving, right? Right?” You shook your head again. “We have to find Dean.” Sam opened his mouth to reply, but Ben spoke up first.
“Hey, they went this way!” He called out, holding up an M&M. You went over to him, Sam right behind you. He took the M&M from Ben and chuckled.
“It’s better than breadcrumbs.” He chuckled again. You quickly began following the trail of candies, Ben and Sam on your trail again.
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Sam silently moved through the brush. Ben followed behind him, and you made up the rear, watching out for anything on your trail. Sam stopped at the entrance to the mine and looked through the opening in the old wooden fence. He looked back at you and shrugged before ducking under the top of the fence and slipping inside. You let Ben go in before you, made one last visual sweep of the woods, and went inside. Sam led both of you through the tunnels. He signaled for you to get against the wall then reached out and pushed Ben against the wall, covering his mouth when the wendigo walked out of the mine. One the coast was clear, Sam moved away from the wall and down to where the wendigo had emerged from.
You continued down the path for a few minutes, suddenly stopping when the wood began to creak. You looked back at Sam just as the wood cracked and the ground gave out beneath you. It was a short fall, but it still took you a minute to recover. Ben jumped away from a skull an inch in front of him, and Sam was soon at his side to calm him. While he did, you sat up and looked around. You turned your head to the right and gasped at the sight of Dean and Hailey hanging from the ceiling by their arms. You ran over to Dean.
“Dean, come on,” you softly pleaded, shaking your brother. Ben ran to Hailey and tried to wake her up. Dean’s eyes shot open and you let out a sigh of relief. “Hey, you okay.” He grunted in response. Sam went to Ben and helped him get Hailey down while you helped Dean. Once the pair were seated on the ground, Dean began groaning in pain. You looked at him, eyes slightly widened with fear.
“You sure you’re alright?” He brushed you off with a wave of his hand.
“Yeah, yeah. Where is it?” His voice was strained, but he was doing everything in his power to fake his well-being.
“It’s gone for now,” Sam answered him. With Ben’s help, Hailey stood up and walked over to Tommy.
“Tommy.”She grabbed his face, but gasped and jumped back when Tommy’s eyes opened and he took a breath in. She turned back to Sam. “Get him down.” While Sam helped her, you and Dean began digging through the backpacks beside you. Dean looked to you and smiled after a minute of digging, pulling out a gun. You smiled and pulled out one of your own.
“Hey, check it out,” Dean called over to Sam, standing up and holding his gun up.
“Flare guns,” Sam smiled. “Those’ll work.”
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Armed with a flare gun each, Sam and Dean led your group towards the entrance of the mine. Like before, you took up the rear, ensuring there were no attacks from behind. You kept your flare gun ready, finger centimeters from the trigger. Dean and Sam stopped when the wendigo began growling. Sam held his gun out in front of him.
“Looks like someone’s home for supper,” Dean commented.
“We’ll never outrun it,” Hailey said, looking at Dean as she struggled to keep Tommy up, even with Ben’s help. Dean glanced back at her then looked between you and Sam.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Yeah.” You nodded. Sam looked back at him.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Alright, listen to me,” Dean instructed the three siblings. “Stay with Sam. He’s gonna get you out of here.”
“What are you going to do?” Hailey asked. Dean only winked in response before walking down the tunnel.
“It’s chow time, you freakin’ bastard!” He called out. You looked at Sam, nodded, then followed after Dean.
“Yeah, that’s right! Bring it on, baby!” You yelled once you were a few feet away from everyone else. Dean waited until you were behind him before he began running.
“We taste good!” Dean yelled. You were hot on his trail, stopping once to look around when you didn’t hear any sign of the wendigo.
“You want some white meat, bitch? We’re right here!” You looked around once more then ran after Dean. The two of you continued through the tunnels, yelling out for the creature. You kept an eye on Dean as you ran, watching as he held his arm against his stomach, almost refusing to move it.
Sam screamed and shot his gun towards the entrance of the tunnel. You turned and ran towards the area, willing your legs to move faster than they ever had. You and Dean reached the area as the wendigo closed in on Sam and the three siblings. It threw its head back and roared, giving you and Dean enough time to aim your guns.
“Hey!”Dean called out. The wendigo turned and the two of you shot your guns, hitting it in two separate spots. It lit up from the inside out and fell to the ground. Once it was dead, Dean looked over at Sam and smiled. “Not bad, huh?”
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You and Sam led Ben over to where Hailey and Dean stood once Ben finished giving his statement to the officer. Hailey turned to look at Ben.
“Let’s go,” she said. She turned back to Dean then leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I hope you find your father. Thanks, Sam. You, too, Y/N.” Hailey smiled at you and Sam before putting her arm around Ben and leading him over to the ambulance Tommy was in. You leaned against the car on one side of Dean, Sam mimicking your actions on the other side.
“Man, I hate camping,” you said, shaking your head.
“Me, too,” Dean and Sam agreed simultaneously. Dean pursed his lips and looked down at the ground for a moment before looking over at Sam.
“You know we’re gonna find Dad, right?” He asked. Sam sighed.
“Yeah, I know. But in the meantime…I’m driving.” Sam held his hands out for the keys, but Dean stayed silent. Finally, he tossed him the set and walked around the car to the passenger’s side.
“Oh, that is sonot fair!” you complained as Sam got in the car.
“Youcrashed her into a house,” Dean replied, sliding into the passenger seat. You groaned and got in the backseat.
“It was one time!”you shot back. Sam smiled and revved the engine before speeding off out of the parking lot.
Summary:The Winchesters crash Hailey’s search and rescue team, hoping to find John and the creature before it finds them. But, a close encounter with the creature leaves Sam adamant to get every non-Winchester out of the woods and his siblings worried for their brother.
A/N:All dialogue taken from the episode is in italics.
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Again, you decided to stay back and let Dean and Sam do the interrogation. They filled you in on all the details as soon as they got back from Shaw’s house, and you had to admit you were glad you didn’t go. As much as you loved hunting, sometimes the stories of those involved with these creatures…they got to you; you felt their sorrow. Shaw’s tale was heartbreaking, and you didn’t know if you’d have been able to hold it together were you to have accompanied your brothers.
You double-checked the weapons in the duffel Dean had packed up the night before as the three of you drove into the woods. There was enough of an assortment that you felt comfortable going up against anything that could be thrown at you, and you were sure your father would have even more ammo to add to your supply. You’d be set. Dean pulled up behind the guide’s truck and parked. Hailey, Ben, and the guide watched as you all got out of the car.
“You guys got room for three more?” Dean asked, shutting the door and leading you and Sam over to Hailey.
“Wait, you want to come with us?” Hailey asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Who are these guys?” the guide asked, eyeing the three of you suspiciously.
“Apparently this is all the park service could muster up,” Hailey replied, glancing back over her shoulder to look at him.
“You’re rangers?” Disbelief was clear in the guide’s voice.
“That’s right,” Dean shot back. Sam began to head into the woods, ignoring the conversation. You glanced up at Dean then followed Sam. It didn’t matter whether they believed your cover or not, you just needed to get into the woods and find John.
“And you’re hiking out in biker boots and jeans?” Hailey questioned, looking Dean up and down.
“Well, sweetheart, I don’t do shorts,” Dean smirked, following your lead. The guide stopped him.
“Oh, you think this is funny? It’s dangerous backcountry out there. Her brother might be hurt.” You rolled your eyes and turned back to look at him. If only he knew everything the three of you had seen. Sam stopped and followed suit as Dean spoke up.
“Believe me, I know how dangerous it can be. We just want to help them find their brother. That’s all.” Dean began walking up the trail with you and Sam and, finally, Hailey, Ben, and the guide followed.
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“So, Roy, you said you did a little hunting,” Dean said as the six of you walked further into the woods. You looked around the area, trying to find anythingthat would give you a clue as to where John was.
“Yeah, more than a little,” was all Roy gave in response, a hint of irritation lacing the words.
“Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?”
“Mostly buck. Sometimes bear.”
“Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?” Dean asked, stepping ahead of Roy. You chuckled lightly at Dean’s words, but the mood quickly shifted as Roy grabbed the back of Dean’s jacket and pulled him back. You balled your hands into fists, ready to fight. Dean looked to Roy. “Whatcha doing, Roy?”
Roy let go of Dean’s jacket then reached down and grabbed a stick off the ground. You and Hailey jumped when he reached the stick out and set off the bear trap directly in front of Dean. Roy dropped the stick and looked back to Dean.
“You should watch where you’re going stepping…Ranger.” With that, he pressed on, walking further down the trail. Dean chuckled and turned back to you, Sam, Hailey, and Ben.
“It’s a bear trap.” He continued on after Roy, the four of you following. Hailey rushed forward to match his pace.
“You didn’t pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You’re not rangers, so who the hell are you?” Hailey grabbed Dean’s arm, forcing him to turn back and face her. Dean looked to you and Sam as Ben walked ahead. You looked up to Sam then back at Dean and nodded. She should know the truth now before things turned ugly. Sam nodded as well then nudged you.
“C’mon, Y/N,” he prodded, gesturing for you to go ahead. You shook your head and mimicked his gesture.
“No way am I almost breaking an ankle againbecause of you. You first.” Sam shook his head but stepped forward and began following after Ben, you on his trail. Dean began talking with Hailey.
“Y’know, it’s not my fault you didn’t watch where you were going,” Sam teased as the two of you walked together. You rolled your eyes and looked up at him, unable to keep the smile off your face.
“It’s kind of hard to watch where you’re going when you’re fiveand your brother is chasing after you with a handful of worms,” you retorted, shuddering as you thought back to that day. John was having Dean do some target practice, which left you and Sam to occupy yourselves. The then seven-year-old Sam had dug up about fifteen worms and tried to stick one down the back of your shirt when you weren’t paying attention. You caught him at the last second and ran, starting a chase through the trees, screams and giggles filling the air. You turned back to see how close Sam was, missing the hole in the ground in front of you. Your foot slipped in and you were on the ground before you even knew what happened.
“Munchkin! You want some M&M’s?” Dean called out from behind you, pulling you out of your thoughts with the nickname he’d saddled you with since childhood. You turned around to face him. He and Hailey had begun walking again, and he was holding up the bag of candy.
“Call me that again and I’ll make sure you end up in the next bear trap,” you replied, arms crossed. “But, yes, please!”
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“This is it—Black Water Ridge,” Roy said, stopping when he reached the small clearing.
“What coordinates are we at?” Sam asked, moving past him and looking around. Roy got his GPS out of his jacket.
“35 and minus 111,” he read off the screen. Dean walked over to Sam, putting his hand on your shoulder and pulling you with him.
“You hear that?” he asked, voice lowered.
“Yeah,”Sam replied, staring straight ahead into the next group of trees.
“Not even crickets,” you added, looking around the area. Roy put his GPS back in his jacket.
“I’m gonna go take a look around.” Sam quickly looked at him.
“You shouldn’t go off by yourself,” he warned, turning back to look at that same spot he’d been staring at before. Roy chuckled mockingly.
“That’s sweet. Don’t worry about me.” He readied his gun and pushed past the three of you to walk deeper into the woods. Dean watched him for a moment then looked to the rest of the group.
“Alright. Everyone stays together. Let’s go,” he instructed, following Roy’s trail.
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“Hailey! Over here!” Roy called out, sending all five of you running to his location. He’d found the campsite. The tent was torn to shreds and belongings were thrown all over the site; blood was everywhere.
“Oh my god,” said Hailey.
“Looks like a grizzly,” Roy commented. You began walking the scene, taking in each rip in the tent, and track on the ground. Hailey began calling Tommy’s name, and Sam was quick to run over and quiet her. You noticed Dean walk away from the site, following something but continued looking for some kind of clues where you were. You were inspecting the tears in the tent when Dean called for you and Sam.
“The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here, the tracks just vanish. It’s weird,” Dean informed the two of you once you’d reached him and knelt down beside him to see the tracks’ end.
“I’ll tell you what. It’s no skinwalker or black dog,” Dean said, standing. He looked around for a moment before walking back to the campground. You looked to Sam momentarily before following Dean. He was beside Hailey, comforting her as she held Tommy’s broken phone in her hands. Suddenly, a voice screamed for help. The five of you ran towards the sounds, Dean and Roy with their weapons drawn. You stopped at a ledge and spread out.
“It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn’t it?” Hailey asked. You continued looking out into the woods, narrowing your eyes.
“Everyone back to camp,” you said suddenly, turning and leading the group back.
“Our packs!” Hailey threw her hands up in the air upon seeing everything was gone.
“So much for my GPS and satellite phone,” Roy grumbled.
“What the hell’s going on?” Hailey asked.
“It’s smart. It wants to cut us off so we can’t call for help,” you said, shaking your head.
“You mean someone. Some nutjob out there just stole all our gear,” Roy thought he corrected. You rolled your eyes and went over to Sam and Dean as he spoke.
“I need to speak with you…in private.” Before either could respond, you walked off, away from the campsite. Once you were a reasonable distance away from Hailey, Roy, and Ben, you stopped.
“Okay. Let me see Dad’s journal.” Dean handed it to you, and you quickly found the page you needed. “Alright. Check that out.” You turned the book so they could see. Dean took one look at the page then looked at you.
“Oh, come on. Wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or Northern Michigan. I’ve never even heard of one this far west,” he scoffed.
“Think about it, Dean. Thespeed, the way it can mimic a human voice.”
“The claws,” Sam added. Dean looked between the two of you then sighed.
“Great. Well, then, this is useless,” he said, holding up his gun. You shut the journal and handed it back to him.
“We gotta get these people to safety.” Sam’s urgency was clear in his tone and the way in which he turned away from you and Dean and went back to the campsite. Dean shared a look with you before following your brother.
“Alright, listen up. It’s time to go. Things have gotten more complicated,” Sam directed as he walked onto the site.
“What?”Hailey asked, pressing for more information.
“Don’t worry. Whatever’s out there, I think I can handle it,” Roy spoke. The arrogance in his voice made your hands ball into fists. Had you met him under any other circumstance, you’d have decked him three hours ago.
“It’s not me I’m worried about. If you shoot this thing, you’re just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now.”
“One, you’re talking nonsense. Two, you’re in no position to give anybody orders,” Roy shot back at Sam.
“Relax,”Dean said, looking at Roy.
“We never should have let you come out here in the first place, alright? I’m trying to protect you,” Sam warned Roy. Roy moved closer to him, growing angrier.
“Youprotectme?I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night!”
“Yeah? It’s a damn-near-perfect hunter. It’s smarter than you. And it’s gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid, sorry ass out of here.” Sam’s voice was condescending as he looked down on Roy. Roy laughed in his face and hit Sam’s arm.
“You know you’re crazy, right?”
“Yeah? You ever a wen-“ Sam was cut off when Dean shoved him away from Roy. You moved with Dean, standing between Roy and Sam to avoid either of them letting the situation escalate even further.
“Roy, Roy! Stop. Stop it! Everybody just stop.” Hailey looked around the group then let her eyes fall on Sam. “Look, Tommy might still be alive. And I’m not leaving here without him.”
“It’s getting late,” you said after a moment of silence. “This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We’ll never beat it. Not in the dark.”
“We need to settle in and protect ourselves,” Dean continued.
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You were on the ground, helping Dean draw the symbols in the dirt. Hailey and Ben watched on from their spot in front of the fire. You glanced over to Sam for what was probably the fiftieth time. He’d isolated himself on a log a few feet away ages ago and was yet to move.
“Once more time. That’s…”
“Anasazi symbols. It’s for protection. The wendigo can’t cross over them,” you answered Hailey, keeping your head down. Roy laughed. Once you’d finished your last symbol, you stood and tossed your stick in his direction, narrowly missing the man…accidentally, of course. You mouthed ‘sorry,’ and turned away before he could see your smirk.
“Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy,” Dean said. He finished drawing the symbol then stood, dusting the dirt off his pants. “Y/N.” He gestured in Sam’s direction once you looked over at him. You nodded and followed him over, taking a seat on one side of Sam while Dean sat on the other. “You wanna tell me what’s going on in that freaky head of yours?”
“Dean…”Sam began.
“No, you’re not fine,” Dean cut him off. “You’re like a powder keg. That’s not like you. I’m supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?” Sam’s eyes never left the spot in front of him, his mind seemingly racing.
“Dad’s not here,” Sam finally spoke, his voice soft. “I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?”
“He’s right, Dean. I don’t think Dad’s ever been to Lost Creek,” you agreed, looking down at the ground. What was with all this secrecy with your father? He’d never left this long without at least letting you and Dean know where he was, what he was doing. You couldn’t help but wonder if you were following the trail of something you weren’t prepared to face. Sam shook his head and looked at Dean.
“We need to get these people back to town, and let’s hit the road. Go find Dad.” He threw the small stick he’d been drawing in the dirt with down on the ground. “I mean, why are we still here?” Dean moved to kneel in front of him but looked between the two of you, John’s journal in his hands. He held it out in front of him and placed one hand on top of it.
“This is why. This book. This is Dad’s single most valuable possession. Everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he’s passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things…the family business.” You sighed and rubbed your face with your hands, keeping yourself from tearing up.
“That makes no sense. Why…why doesn’t he just call us? Why doesn’t he tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?” You asked. Dean sighed and shook his head.
“I don’t know. But the way I see it, Dad’s given us a job to do, and I intend to do it.”
“Dean…no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica’s killer. It’s the only thing I can think about,” Sam spoke. His voice was even softer than before, barely audible and quivering. He blinked away the tears in his eyes, but more came. You pursed your lips and put your hand on shoulder in an attempt to silently comfort him. Dean looked at Sam and nodded.
“Okay, alright. Sam, we’ll find them. I promise. Listen to me. You’ve got to prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while. And all this anger, you can’t keep it burning over the long haul. It’s going to kill you. You gotta have patience, man.”
“How do you do it?” Sam asked with a sad, half-hearted chuckle. “How does Dad do it?”
“Well, for one, them.” Dean looked over to Hailey and Ben. “ I mean, I figure our family’s so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. It makes things a little bit more bearable.” He paused for a moment, looking away from Sam. He was silent, pensive. “And I’ll tell you what else helps. Killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can.” The three of you shared small, sad smiles, but the moment was quickly interrupted by that same voice calling out from deep in the woods.
I spent my first ever July 4th (not to be confused with the 4th of July, the white supremacist holiday. July 4th, the boom boom day.) wearing earmuffs the entire time.
I live in Florida, USA. I was casually told it’s ‘not a big deal’ and to 'get over it, it’s nothing serious’ and 'take them off, are you hard-headed?’
I’ve been to a gun range, and these earmuffs are to protect ears from loud, close, repeated gunfire. Yet my ears still hurt from the fireworks being set off about 20 to 30 feet away from me.
Now, why did I decide to wear them? While normally it’s none of your business, I’m feeling generous. I was dealing with a lot of sensory overload (SO) yesterday and everything felt extremely disorienting and my hand tremors were especially bad because of the overload.
I just wanted to enjoy the fireworks because I love them. I was playing with sparklers and just other small things (didn’t even play with poppers bc no). I wore these earmuffs because other people’s fireworks were loud so I knew having them go off so close would be even louder.
Let me tell you, I had people try to pull them off of me. I was fighting to wear these earmuffs while being burned by stray embers from the fireworks. I lost my voice yelling at people and being embarrassed and shamed by my family (for more reason than just the earmuffs, but I digress).
My cousin, who was also wearing earmuffs (he has autism and doesn’t do well with loud noises or rapid flashing lights (the lights part is medical reasons)), wasn’t told anything. He was laughed at a bit bc 'haha, you’ll be fine.’ No one tried to force the earmuffs off of him.
You might be thinking “yeah but he had an actual reason, that people knew about.” I told them about my sensory overload, and how I was feeling like hell. They kept trying to get them off.
Where am I going with all of this?
Well outside of my family being ableist af, non-understanding, bigoted assholes, PEOPLE SHOULD BE VALIDATED.
Even if I wasn’t dealing with SO, I should be able to wear earmuffs even if just because I wanted to. You wouldn’t tell a man he can’t wear a chain around his neck. Why is that? Because it doesn’t affect you! So SHUT UP and let me wear earmuffs on the boom boom day!
I’ve always tried to be accepting of people, and take them at their word with disabilities or even just adjustments. You have trouble talking to people and want to make an order? I can help with that. Will I ask why? No. Whether it’s a speech disability or just feeling shy, I don’t care. It’s not my business.
As someone who passes well as neurotypical, I’ve experienced ableism before. But usually just “it’s not a big deal, just tell [cashier] what you want” or other 'minor’ things like that. Never quite like what happened last night.
No words can describe the levels of discomfort and anger I felt with the entire situation.
To all the people that laugh at people that ask you to tell the cashier their order, or the ones that ask you to please try to keep it down if it’s no trouble: Stop laughing. If you claim to respect people with any form of disability, stop. Simply accommodate. You laughing and mocking them? It makes you the idiot. You’re the asshole. You’re behaving in ableist manners. Just accommodate silently. Ask them if there’s anything else you can do to make them more comfortable. Don’t laugh because they’re “so shy” or “can’t talk to anybody.” Don’t mock them by saying it’s a “public space” to try to 'justify’ why you’re so loud. They’re aware of that. They’re just asking if you could help make it a safe public space for everyone. Everyone, not just the neurotypicals.
Sorry for the long vent/rant, I needed this off my mind.
I’m so fucking tired. Warning triggery for mass shooting, language, and actually a bunch of shit. I’m putting it under a read more
But I’m from Texas and as a healthcare worker, it pisses me off when politicians say thoughts and prayers ✌. No fuck you. How about less thoughts and prayers and more pen on paper ? Change the gd law. ♀️ you claim to protect children but only to make sure they are born so that they can be killed in a fucking elementary school shooting. Like if your laws can’t change child murder than you are less useful than trash.
Like we know that politicians are being paid off by gun groups and we know that in other countries that gun control prevents mass shootings. There are peer reviewed studies on imperial data for over a decade that consistently say such. And the argument against it are fucking stupid.
But mental illness?? Then invest in mental healthcare but many shooters aren’t mentally ill and it’s impossible to kill a bunch of people so fast without a gun. They would be stopped way sooner if they had to use a slower gun or a knife.
But my guns?? Fuck your guns. Just because you get a boner at the gun range rather than paying child support on your kids, does not mean people should own assault weapons. And if the laws take away your guns then you never deserved them in the first place. All the laws being proposed take guns from people who are unfit.
But I hunt?? Then hunt. Get a license, pass a background check, and get tags to shoot the animal you want. That will remain legal. If you don’t then I hope the game warden takes you to jail. You can’t hunt with the guns they use to mass shoot because you will obliterate the animal with bullets.
But only people with guns can stop a shooter so we should arm everyone. That’s fucking stupid. Multiple military and police trained weapon experts say that it’s extremely difficult to do anything in a mass shooting situation. The most decorated shooter in US military history was shot on a gun range holding a gun. This isn’t halo games.
But the second amendment?? They also said you could own people and raped their slaves. Fuck ‘em. Plus again, you can own a gun if you go through the correct steps and if you don’t pass them then you don’t deserve the privilege. If you can’t follow the rules of the road then you can’t drive. This should be the same.
What I propose is
stricter background checks including mental health and social media. Many shooters literally put online their plan and then bought the weapons or had homicidal tendencies documented.
Mental health screening before weapon purchase. Literally a paper questionnaire would screen out many people with questionable motives.
License to own weapon required on all guns and the more deadly classes require even more licensing that require education to own. Some weapons shouldn’t be owned by civilians.
The classes have to be comprehensive on gun safety, the laws around gun ownership, and what happens to the human body when shot. They need to know exactly what happens when they shoot someone.
Limit the number of guns people can buy in a time period and ever. The stat on gun ownership is heavily skewed to look like a majority of Americans own guns but really there are people who own whole arsenals.
Waiting periods of at least a week so no one can buy a gun in a fit of rage and kill people with it.
No weapon ownership for people who have committed any violent crime ever. Domestic violence for instance.
Remove weapons from people convicted of violent crimes.
License each weapon and when it changes owners. If the gun if sold or destroyed, have paperwork on it.
Require proof in the form of a safe or gun lock that they will use for their weapons.
Convict people who leave firearms out where others can get them and tragedy happens. If there was a near tragedy, fine then steeply based on income and then use that money for public schools.
No more selling guns online and in pawn shops unless they can comply to license and background check laws strictly.
Have a gun buy back program and no question asked gun drop offs where people can get rid of guns they don’t want.
I fucking hate texas I hate that abortions are more restricted than the guns that cause preventable mass shootings at schools and churches and Walmart and and and and it just goes on like this… it’s “protect the children” “what about the children” until the children are murdered in their elementary school and then it all “thoughts and prayers” “there’s nothing we can do” “don’t bring up gun control now it’s disrespectful to the victims” but I bet all 14 children and that 1 teacher would still be alive if we had any sort of gun laws
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“Now, do as I say and put him down!” The Hood demanded.
Scott looked at John and Gordon who were holding the stretcher and winked at them. “Come on guys, we really should do what he says and put him down… Al, stay with him.”
Gordon and John laid the stretcher down on the floor, while Alan knelt next to Virgil and took his hand in his. John and Gordon both stood back up and with Scott formed a circle around Virgil and Alan.
“Now move away from him!” The Hood commanded.
“That’s not going to happen.” Scott replied calmly.
“Really?” The Hood scoffed. “My man here has a gun and I will order him to shoot.”
They all glanced at the man who had his gun aimed at them.
“Personally, I think you should order him to step back and to put his gun down.” Gordon responded.
The Hoods man let out a sarcastic laugh. “And why would I do that?”
“Because if you don’t, then I’m going to take you down, and then knock you out with my tranquilliser gun!” Gordon stated.
“Oh, I’d love to see you try!” The man taunted.
“Okay then!” Gordon answered. Gordon’s hand shot out and before the man could react he had grabbed his wrist and spun the gun away from them both. Gordon then knocked the gun out of the man’s hand, he then twisted the man’s arm around his back and flipped him face down on the ground. Finally, Gordon pulled his tranquilliser gun out and shot the sedative into the man. Jumping up to his feet Gordon aimed his tranquilliser gun at the Hood. “Now, I really think that you should do as we say, Balah Gaat.”
Do you really think one tranquilliser gun is going to take me out?” The Hood mocked.
Scott and John pulled their tranq guns out and aimed them at the Hood. “How about three?” John countered.
“Oh please,” the Hood sneered, “your tranquilliser guns are no match for me.”
The Hood’s eyes turned to a bright yellow, he released a mocking laugh, and raised his hand out towards them. Scott, John and Gordon found that they were now frozen and unable to control or stop what was happening as they were lifted effortlessly up into the air. Their weapons were forced out of their hands and flung away from them, they were then thrown away from the stretcher and down onto the hard ground. The Hood kept his one hand pointing towards them, which held them frozen in place, as he began walking towards Alan and Virgil.
Alan aimed his tranquilliser gun at the Hood. “Don’t move any further!” He warned.
The Hood scoffed and held out his other hand towards Alan causing him to fall to the ground. The Hood then walked forward and before Alan could react the Hood had ripped the tranquilliser gun out of his hand and threw it away from them. Then like his brothers before him, Alan was lifted in the air, and hurled away from his now unprotected brother. The Hood knelt next to Virgil who had been awake throughout his brother’s ordeal. “Now, I remember telling you that once I had dealt with you, then one of your precious brothers would be next… Maybe I was wrong, maybe this one will die first.” The Hood stood back up and turned towards Alan. “Yes, I presume this one is the youngest… So, he can go first!”
Virgil watched helplessly as the Hood walked over to Alan, picked him up from the ground, grabbed him around his throat, and began to choke him. Alan desperately gasped for breath and kicked his legs trying urgently to escape the hold that the Hood had on him. Virgil looked towards his other brothers but could see that although they were trying to move, they were still held in the Hood’s powers. Virgil glanced to his side and noticed the handgun that the man had dropped, he reached out with his left hand, grabbed the gun and fired.
“What the?” The Hood exclaimed when he felt the gunshot hit the floor, narrowly missing his feet. The Hood dropped Alan to the ground and spun around in shock, releasing his focus on Scott, Gordon and John. The Hood paused, as he took in the sight of Virgil pointing the gun towards him and then let out a chilling laugh. “Well, well, I never thought I would see the day… A member of International Rescue actually using a real gun.” The Hood scoffed as he stepped closer to Virgil. “Now, come on… Are you really going to shoot me? Would you even be able to live with yourself if you did?” The Hood took another step closer to Virgil. “Look at you, you’re pathetic! You’re badly hurt, you can’t hold that gun without your hand shaking because of the amount of pain I’ve put you through.” The Hood sneered as he took another step towards Virgil. “Come on boy… If you’re going to do it, then shoot me! Kill me in cold blood! Take your revenge for what I’ve put you and your family through… Do what your father could never do and give in to the hate… Just like I did!”
“I’m nothing like you!” Virgil muttered.
“No, you’re certainly not!” The Hood ridiculed. “You are a typical Tracy! Weak minded… Forgiving… Always trying to help others… It makes me sick!” The Hood took another step forwards. “And that’s why I know you are not going to fire that gun!”
“No. I’m not,” Virgil stuttered.
“I knew it!” The Hood mocked.
Virgil smiled and dropped the gun. “Distracted you though!”
“Really, from what?”
“From this!” The Hood spun around at the sound of Scott’s voice, only to be greeted with a sharp punch to the face. The Hood stumbled from the force of the punch. “That’s for trying to choke our youngest brother,” Scott said with a smirk, “and this… Well, this one’s for Virg!” Scott delivered another blow to the Hood’s face which knocked him unconscious. “God… That felt good!” Scott said as he knelt next to Virgil and took his hand in his.
“Al?” Virgil mumbled.
“I’m here.” Alan replied.
“Are you okay?” Gordon and John asked at the same time.
Alan coughed. “Yes, I’ll be okay, just a little sore.”
Gordon, Alan and John knelt next to Scott and helped check on Virgil’s injuries.
“Al?” Virgil mumbled again.
“It’s okay Virgil. I’m here and I’m fine!” Alan responded.
Virgil took his hand out of Scott’s and gently felt around Alan’s throat.
Alan shook his head. “Seriously Virg… You’ve been beaten, your legs are broken, you’ve lost too much blood, you’re barely able to keep your eyes open… And yet you are still trying to check me for injuries… Please, let us look after you for a change!”
Virgil took Alan’s hand in his, tears beginning to fill his eyes.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Scott said.
“Love you all!” Virgil muttered as more tears ran down his face.
All four boys gently held Virgil and let their own tears flow.
Virgil shivered from the intensity of the pain that began to radiate down his spine as he felt himself waking from his enforced sleep. Forcing his eyes open he breathed in and out as he tried to focus on his surroundings. Virgil could see and feel the chains that held his ankles and feet to the floor, he was still on his knees, his hands were still raised above his head and were shackled to the restraints that were hanging from the ceiling. Looking straight ahead Virgil could see there were two men in the room, the one sat behind the computer and the other was stood directly behind the other man. He could hear the men talking, the man who was sat at the console looked flustered, while the other seemed to be shifting about anxiously. Virgil tried to listen but was unable to make out what was being said. Eventually the man who had been standing hurried out of the room, while the other continued to work.
Glancing down Virgil felt a tear trickle down his face, when he noticed the open chain lying on the floor with the picture of his mother inside. The continuous visions of his mother’s death that the Hood had planted in his mind continued to stalk his dreams. Constantly reminding him of that day and the way she had been taken away from them all so suddenly. Now, he also had the added knowledge that their mother’s death had been planned and perpetrated by the Hood. She had been purposely ripped from them all and taken from them far too soon. Virgil felt more tears running down his face as the anger inside him began to grow. He was going to make the Hood pay for what he had done, he really didn’t know how, but he would make him suffer!
Hearing the door to his cell open Virgil noticed the Hood enter the room, he was clearly enraged, and immediately marched over to the computer and barked some instructions at the man who was sat there. The man then nodded and continued his work. After a few more moments, a smirk spread across both the Hoods and the other man’s face, the Hood leaned in and whispered something to the man, he then turned towards Virgil and noticed he was awake. The Hood sneered and walked over to the table with the torture devices on. He picked up the handgun from earlier, looked over at Virgil, making sure he could see what he had chosen, he then placed it in his inner pocket, and made his way towards him.
“It seems your family have not listened to my instructions and have tried to track our location.” The Hood snarled. “Now, luckily we were able to put a stop to that and very soon they will see you pay for their mistakes.”
“You’re not going to get away with this.” Virgil snapped back. “They will never stop trying to find me!”
“Really, is that so?” The Hood mocked. “Even after I’ve killed you and there’s nothing they can do to save you?”
Virgil paused. “Even if you do… They will continue to hunt you down… And they will make every second of your life a living hell!”
“You seem to have a lot of faith in your family.” The Hood paused and leaned in towards Virgil. “After we’ve finished and disposed of you, then I think one of your other brothers will be next.”
Virgil felt his anger rising. “If you hurt any of my brothers…”
“You’ll what, what are you going to do?” The Hood replied sarcastically.
Virgil pulled against his chains in a rage. “If you untie me then I’ll be very happy to show you!”
The Hood stared at Virgil with an amused look. “Well, I have to say, you’ve certainly got a lot more spirit than I gave you credit for… Still trying to fight back… Still trying to escape… Even when you’ve been hurt so much, and any type of escape is completely helpless.” The Hood paused, smiled, and then continued. “I’m sure we can take that fight away from you with the torture I have planned for you later. For now, I think I’ll make you suffer another way. As you experienced previously with the visions I made you see, I don’t have to rely on just physical torture. No, with my powers I can cause you all types of pain.” The Hood lifted his hand and placed it on Virgil’s head causing Virgil to scream out in agony. “Migraines are horrible, aren’t they? They can cause so much discomfort.” The Hoods eyes began to glow as he stared into Virgil’s eyes. Virgil felt the pain rip through his skull as he once again cried out. The Hood let out a scornful laugh. “Let that be a lesson to you boy!” He scoffed. “And I can do a lot worse than that if I’m pushed enough.” Turning back towards the man sat at the computer the Hood continued to speak. “We’ll contact them back later than planned.” The Hood then turned to face Virgil once more. “We’ll make them wait… Make them sweat!” With another sinister laugh the Hood turned and left the room, leaving Virgil shaking in pain.
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Several hours later:
Virgil’s eyes snapped open when he heard several voices enter the room. It was the Hood returning with the six men. Virgil watched as they made their way over to the guy at the computer and spoke quietly to him, the Hood then turned and made his way over to Virgil with the same man who had whipped him earlier.
“Get him ready.” The Hood instructed.
The man moved behind Virgil and began to unchain his hands, as soon as they were free the man pushed Virgil flat onto the floor. Virgil looked ahead and could see his chain within easy reach. However, he didn’t have the time to react as the man delivered a sharp punch to his back and then pulled Virgil’s arms roughly behind him. He gripped them tightly and yanked him back up on his knees. The Hood nodded to the man with a satisfied grin, he then turned to the camera and stared into the lens as the indicator switched from red to green.
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Back at Tracy Island:
It had now been 6 hours since the Hood should have contacted them and still nothing had been received. Scott sat in the middle of the sofa with his one arm around Alan who was leaning his head against Scott’s chest, his other arm was placed firmly around John, while Gordon sat on the floor leaning against the settee. Jeff sat on a chair next to his mother, who held his hand gently for support. Brains sat at the computer with Penny and Parker stood closely behind him. Tin-Tin stood behind the sofa with her father Kyrano next to her. They all waited silently, hoping and praying that Virgil was still alive and a link would soon be sent. Suddenly, a beep started emitting from Brain’s computer.
“I’m picking up their transmission… Accepting it now.” Brains said, as he tapped some buttons. The large screen in front of them once again flickered into life.
The image of the Hood appeared on the screen and just behind him they could see Virgil with his feet and ankles still chained to the floor. However, his arms were no longer bound, and were instead being held firmly behind his back.
“Ah, hello there.” The Hood scoffed. “Welcome back to the party… I believe you’ve been keeping yourself busy trying to track down our location without our knowledge. Well as you may have realised, those attempts were made in vain and it only caused my rage to grow. So, I decided I had to teach you a lesson for breaking my rules. You see I really hate it when people such as yourself deliberately disobey me! Now, I originally told you I would put a bullet through your son’s head if you defied my instructions. So, as I always believe in keeping a promise… That’s what I thought I would do.” The Hood turned and stood at Virgil’s side and pulled the gun from his inner pocket.
“I told you I would give you anything you wanted if you let him go.” Jeff yelled at the screen.
“Oh, but you already are giving me what I want… The pitiful cries for your child’s life!” The Hood sneered.
Jeff paused, he didn’t care if he was begging anymore, all he wanted was his son home, and being held safely in his arms. “There must… There must be something… Just name it.” The desperation in his voice becoming more evident every second.
The Hood went quiet and then looked back at the camera, an ominous smile spreading across his face. “Yes, there is something.”
“So, what do you want?” Jeff demanded.
The Hood smiled. “I want everything! Your machines, your technology, your money and your base! But most of all I want revenge for what I’ve been put through!”
“Why do you want revenge, what could my boy have possibly done to you?”
“Your son here hasn’t done anything. This is all down to you and what you have done to me Jeff Tracy!”
“Wait… How do you know my name, who are you Hood?” Jeff questioned.
The Hood grabbed Virgil by the hair. “Maybe you can ask this one, I’ve told him who I am, what you’ve done, what I’ve done in retaliation and he knows exactly why I’m doing this… I thought it was only fair to reveal to him the reason he would have to die for his father’s mistakes.”
“What mistakes? Why don’t you stop hiding behind that mask Hood and reveal who you are?” Jeff yelled.
“Seriously… You still haven’t worked out who I am? I thought that you would have recognised my voice Jeff… Or maybe my imbecile of a half-brother would have worked it out.”
“Balah Gaat!” Kyrano exclaimed as he dropped to the floor in shock.
“Father!” Tin-Tin cried out, helping her dad to a nearby chair.
“Balah Gaat… I should have known.” Jeff said, as he dropped his head into his hands.
“Yes, you really should have… But now you do know who I am… And you’ve probably guessed exactly what I am going to do to your boy!”
“Wait… Is… Is this because of what happened to your wife and child?” Jeff asked in disbelief.
“Yes, of course it is!” The Hood roared.
“What happened to them both was a tragedy,” Jeff said sympathetically.
“And because of your choice to help others first my boy died!” The Hood growled.
“Both your wife and son died when the initial earthquake hit,” Jeff added sadly. “Many men, women and children died that day and unfortunately there was nothing I or anyone else could have done to save them.”
“That’s not true Jeff… I know my boy would have survived if you helped him first… He was strong like me… You are a murderer Jeff Tracy and because of that you will be punished!”
Jeff paused and then continued “Look, this is obviously between me and you. Let him go… And take me instead.”
“Oh, but that wouldn’t be as much fun now would it Jeff… Now how do those sayings go… A child for a child? No… No, I believe it’s… A son for a son!” The Hood moved behind Virgil. “Say goodbye to your boy Mr Tracy.”
“Please… Please don’t do this,” Jeff begged.
The Hood raised the gun and pointed it towards Virgil’s head. “Too late.” He sneered as he pulled the trigger and the gun fired.
Everyone in the room shut their eyes in terror, unable to watch as the gun fired, and the shot echoed around the room. Silence followed, then an arrogant laugh roared out of the screen causing all of them to open their eyes. Mouths dropped open in shock and relief when they were greeted with an alive but shaking Virgil, who was still being held firmly by one of the Hoods men.
The Hood continued his mocking laugh. “Did you really think I would kill him… With a gun? No, that would be too easy and to quick a death… No. No, your child here deserves to die in agony!”
Warning. The following chapter contains some dark scenes, torture, and whump.
Previously:
“Now are you ready Mr Tracy? I really think it’s time that we spoke to your family.”
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Virgil felt the Hood release his grip on his hair and watched as he gave some instructions to the man who was sitting by the computer. Glancing at the camera Virgil watched as the light changed from red to green, signalling that his family were now witnessing his torment unfold. A cry came from the speakers and filled the room, one that sounded like his father although Virgil wasn’t too sure, he hadn’t heard his father in that much pain since his mother had passed away. Confirmation that it was indeed his dad’s voice arrived when he saw the Hood walk in front of the camera and his father spoke once more.
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“Hood!” Jeff shouted at the screen in anger.
“Ah, hello. Welcome Mr Tracy, I believe you are missing a son?”
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They watched as the Hood walked over towards Virgil. “Now, I believe my prisoner here is one of your boys. I don’t know his name, he hasn’t been pleasant enough to divulge that information.” The Hood added, grabbing Virgil by the hair again and pulling his head up to look at the camera.
“Boss. They are trying to track our location.” They heard an unseen voice say.
The Hood glared into the camera. “Stop tracking us or your son dies!”
Brains looked over to Jeff, who shook his head in defiance.
“They are still tracking us.” The unseen man responded once more. “I can hold them off for a bit longer, but they will gain access to our location.”
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Virgil watched in fear when the Hood walked over towards the table which had the torture devices on it. Virgil saw him select a handgun and some bullets, walk back into view of the camera, load the gun, turn and walk behind him.
The Hood lifted the handgun and aimed it at the back of Virgil’s head. “As I said, stop tracking… Or your boy here dies!”
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Jeff clutched his mother’s hands for support. “Brains. Stop tracking them… Now!”
Brains switched the computer in front of him off and looked nervously at the screen. They all watched, holding their breath as the Hood kept the gun aimed at the back of Virgil’s head.
“Now listen carefully, as you may have worked out we are checking the transmission. If you follow some simple rules, then this boy here will not end up with a bullet in the back of his head… So, the rules… Rule 1: Start trying to track our location, then he dies! Rule 2: If you cut the link and stop watching, then he dies! Now, if that is understood then we can continue.”
The Hood finally lowered the gun from Virgil’s head and the whole family felt themselves able to breath once more.
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Virgil felt his body sigh in relief as the gun was lowered, but the reprieve he was feeling was unfortunately not going to last long, when the Hood signalled to one of his men, who walked over to the torture table and picked up one of the items. Virgil knew his dad and brothers had not yet seen the device that had been picked up, but the look of horror that spread across his face had warned them that something awful was about to occur.
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“What’s happening?” Alan whispered to Gordon with tears in his eyes, when he saw the look of fear on Virgil’s face.
Gordon shook his head and grabbed onto Alan to offer comfort and for the support he also needed.
They watched as the Hood turned back towards the camera and signalled to someone who was out of view, they then saw a man walk next to the Hood revealing the Cat O’ Nine Tails in his hands. Jeff, all off the boys, and the rest of the family looked on in horror as the man then made his way behind Virgil.
“Let him go!” Scott cried out when he saw what was about to happen.
“Now, why on earth would I do that?” The Hood returned with a mocking laugh.
“What do you want?” Jeff growled at the screen.
“I want many things Mr Tracy!”
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The Hood pulled out Virgil’s chain from his pocket, opened it to reveal the picture inside, and then placed it on the floor in front of Virgil, he then removed the gag and leaned towards him whispering in his ear. “I thought you might want some comfort from your dead mother.” Turning back to the camera the Hood continued. “Now, I’m really interested to know how long it will take for your son here to crack and maybe answer some of my questions.” With another intense laugh the Hood walked away from the camera signalling to the man who was standing behind Virgil.
Virgil tried to brace himself for what was about to happen, but nothing could prepare him for the searing pain he felt shooting across his back as the Cat was brought down on to his bare skin again and again and again.
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“Oh God! Please no!” Scott screamed, as he watched his little brothers anguish unfold.
Alan and Gordon were both sobbing, John held his head in his hands, Penny and Tin-Tin both held their grandma as she quivered in shock, and Brains, Kyrano and Parker stared at the screen in disbelief.
“Stop… Please stop!” Jeff cried out as he watched the whip being brought down onto Virgil’s skin repeatedly.
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The Hood held his hand up signalling for the man to stop. He then walked back over to Virgil and grabbed him by the hair once more. “If you want this to stop boy… Then tell me what I want to know… Where’s your base located?” Virgil shook his head in defiance. “Tell me what I want to know.” The Hood growled as he leaned towards Virgil.
“Go to hell, asshole!” Virgil snapped back spitting in the Hoods face.
The Hood sneered, wiped the spit away and signalled to the man standing with the whip in his hands. “Keep going.” The Hood ordered as he made his way off screen.
Virgil felt the burning sensation from the whip each time it hit him. He tried to hide the pain, but he knew he hadn’t been successful. He knew the agony was obvious to see, as he still desperately tried not to cry out, he really wanted to spare his family anymore hurt, but he knew his body and his mind wouldn’t let him as he finally let out an intense scream.
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“Stop… Please, I’ll give you anything you want! Just let my son go.” Jeff begged.
The Hood lifted his hands and signalled for the man to stop. “Anything?” He queried.
“Yes. Anything!” Jeff responded.
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Virgil had heard what his father had said. Lifting his head, he looked at the camera and started shaking his head, desperately trying to warn his father that no matter what he did, or what he gave the Hood, he would not be allowed to leave alive.
The Hood turned towards Virgil and grabbed his hair, signalling to another man who then made his way over to Virgil with a needle in his hand. “Will you really give me anything I want for this boy’s life?”
“Yes.” Jeff promised. “Just leave him alone.”
“Mm, I’ll have to think about this… While I do think, this troublesome son of yours really must sleep.” The man who had recently joined the Hood inserted the needle into Virgil’s neck, as soon as Virgil had slipped into unconsciousness the Hood continued. “I’ll contact you back in 24 hours.”
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Everyone stared as the image vanished and the screen went black.
I don’t talk much about stuff here like gun reform. But the events of the last decades and especially last year have hit me on a whole other level
• Thursday night i went to see a movie. Maybe the second movie in the theatre since the pandemic. There were several moments of utter anxiety of “oh god what if someone just walks into this comedy and opens fire and I’m just sitting here??” I almost got up and left
• hours ago in church, some guy got up that I hadn’t seen before. In what seemed like a weird time to be getting up. And he seems to be making a beeline for something. Same panic. What if he or someone else opens fire?
• i was almost home and saw two boys walking down the street. They look like they’re about 10-12. One has a big brightly colored nerf gun slung over his shoulder. The other had a black gun in his hand. Finger near the trigger, swinging his arm as he walks. I’m praying it’s a toy. But i have no idea. I’m getting out of my car and walking inside hoping it’s a toy and hoping he doesn’t point it at anything or anyone
