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Love Fire, Love Destruction	By : Hellhound666 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4604 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Only one person spoke about the matter one way or another, so I'm going with them; John is alive and supportive of his youngest even if he was a bit of douche in the past. If you all don't like it, then give your input next time I ask for it!
Chapter 3
It had been two weeks since Sam had been kidnapped by the two Tricksters, and just now was John Winchester showing up on Bobby's doorstep with Missouri Mosely in tow. Needless to say, she was not thrilled with him.
"John Winchester! You wait two whole weeks before coming to me and asking me for my help in locating your youngest boy! And you don't even have the decency to come to my home to ask for my assistance! You call me up and tell me to meet you here at Bobby's!" Dean was almost laughing at how much his dad was getting scolded by the psychic. Almost. It just didn't seem as fun without Sam, who would be doing his best to hide that stupid grin with those stupid dimples of his, and trying not to snort and laugh too hard.
"Missouri! May I please emphasize that I only asked for your help! I didn't demand it! I said, if you can make it, meet me at Bobby's. I did not order you to come!"
"Don't take that tone with me John Winchester! I have a right to be feeling this much indignation! And now I can add insulted to the list! As if I would turn down or ignore a plea for help in finding Sam! But you could have at least come to my home to ask me in person!"
"Will you two please shut up? We are all on the same side here! We are trying to find Sam before those Tricksters do something to him!" Ellen called from the living room. She, Jo and Ash had all showed up about a week ago, when Bobby and Dean admitted they needed some help if they were going to track down the two Tricksters and Sam. Ellen had another old friend looking after things at The Roadhouse while she helped look for her surrogate son.
"Hello to you too Ellen." John and Missouri both said as they came inside.
"Do we know anything yet?" John asked as Jo handed both him and Missouri some coffee.
"No; the only thing we know is that the shorter Trickster, the one the boys met right off the bat, has run into and tricked other hunters before. When I gave the description of the Tricksters to some of the more experienced hunters, some of them swore to God that they had met and, they thought, destroyed that very Trickster. Although, when I asked about the second, slightly taller, Trickster, no one could honestly say that they had ever met him." Ellen explained.
"I still don't see what that has to do with anything." Dean moped from his seat.
"Dean Winchester! It tells us that the one who took your brother is very old and very powerful! He's been playing with hunters for Lord only knows how long! It also explains why you've all had such bad luck in finding Sam. If the short Trickster has out smarted so many damn good hunters for so long, you can bet he knows more than a few ways to block himself, his partner, and Sam from our usual, conventional detection methods." Missouri scolded Dean, who just couldn't stop moping.
"Just how strong are we really talking here?" John asked, trying to think of something to get his son to stop moping about.
"Let me put it to you like this John; how long had Sam been working on his binding abilities before he was able to do it without strain?" Bobby asked his friend.
"I'd say almost seven years? It was harder obviously for the more powerful beings, but the more he worked at it, the better he got." John replied as Missouri looked at the maps.
"Uh huh, and during those seven years, how many were able to throw off the ability?"
"In the beginning? Almost all of them, and he got a powerful headache as well as a really bad nosebleed for it; there were times when I was worried he would become anaemic. But, like I said, the more he worked on it, the better he got till he was able to bind just about anything."
"Right. Now, in those seven years, how many of them pushed the ability back to Sam?" When Bobby asked this, John could not keep the surprise off of his face.
"You mean that they were able to bind Sam's powers instead of him binding theirs? None! That has never happened before!" Now, John was worried. As he said before, no one had ever pushed Sam's powers back to himself!
"The power behind these two is greater than anything you boys have encountered ever before then." Missouri summed up.
"Do you think they'll try and hurt Sam?" Dean asked and it was Ash who actually answered
"I doubt it; Kitsune are pack Tricksters, and it's said that other Tricksters, for the most part, leave them alone. I think those two want to see just how powerful hybrid human fox really is, maybe even see just how much of the personality he's got."
"How effective were his abilities before they took him?" Missouri asked Bobby.
"His fire seemed to really be hurting the small one, his strength had him throwing him around, and the illusions were starting to fail before the other showed up."
"His strength?" John asked
"Didn't anyone tell you Uncle John? About four months ago, he developed super strength; he can pin almost anything from vampires to werewolves." Jo explained and before John could reply, Dean said
"How is he supposed to know? He never picks up his phone and he doesn't give a damn about Sam anyways."
"Dean Winchester! Don't you dare say I don't care about my youngest!"
"You never cared about him! When he brought home straight A's, you didn't give a damn! When he got all those awards, you still didn't give a damn! All you cared about was if he could shoot straight or if he could properly read Latin! These were things he was proud of, and you made it seem like nothing! Then, when he tries to leave, you all but call him a monster!"
"I didn't see you coming to his defence that night!"
"Will you both shut up! What's important right now is finding Sam before the Tricksters do something that can't be fixed!" Ellen yelled, getting between the two idiots before they killed each other.
"What do you mean, 'something that can't be fixed'?" Jo asked her mother, looking warily between the two most stubborn men she had ever met.
"She means that sometimes, Tricksters would accept sacrifices not of the eating variety, but the sex variety. Now, two fully powered Tricksters would have no problems subduing a little fox hybrid and taking what they want, and, if I may say so without my own sexuality being called into question, he is rather handsome." Ash told her and everyone went deathly still. John stepped outside and Bobby followed.
"John, you know you've got to make it up to that boy; he never deserved what you said to him. And I need to know something; did you ever blame him for Mary's death?"
"What? No!"
"John, Sam would sometimes contact me when he was at Stanford. Most of the time, he was drunk, and he's tell me that, when you got drunk, and I mean rip-roaring, no good, you-can't-even-move, stinking drunk, you'd go on and on about how Mary would still be around if he hadn't been born. He also said that you once told him there were times when you wanted to either smother him or hurl him out of a window for what he had done." Bobby's eyes were like two pieces of ice as he told John what Sam had said. John looked horrified; had he really said those things to his baby boy? Just how badly had he screwed up things with his youngest?
"Apparently, when he told Dean all this, Dean called him a liar. I think that cut deeper and harder than even your words ever did. I'm telling you all this here and now, so that you can see the even bigger problem we might have. If those two Tricksters can get it into Sam's head, the idea that they care about him and accept all that he is... you're going to lose him. Bobby then went back inside to try and figure out some way to find the kid. John had never thought of that. Everyone longed for acceptance from someplace, and John had never given his youngest even the slightest hint that he was welcome. He had never thought grades all that important; after all, what ghost would be impressed by that? Apart from the ghost of a principal, no one. But, what if Sam had gotten grievously injured on a hunt, and couldn't hunt anymore? How would Sam support himself? God, had he been so fixated on revenge that he hadn't even tried to see it from Sam's angle? He never talked about, only ever said... oh God, she had died over his crib, in his nursery. That could have fuelled what he said when he was drunk. But Sam had had no reason to really hunt until his girlfriend was murdered.
God, if he didn't make right with his baby, would it all really be over? Would Sam choose two Tricksters that could possibly give him more love, the love a Kitsune needs in order to survive, over his loser father and his pig-headed brother?
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