The day
grew dark as evening set in. Caleb came
upstairs to check on the boys.
“Bobby has
supper ready,” he commented noticing the grip of a pistol beneath Dean’s
pillow.
“May I see
that?”
Dean
turned pale and told his brother to go on to the kitchen. He reached under the pillow and pulled out
his pistol.
“Where’d
you get this?”
“It was
given to me. I have a large blade too,”
the boy spoke quietly.
“What is
it loaded with?”
“Salt
rounds?”
“Dean, it
can’t be salt rounds. I’ve never seen
them used in a pistol. May I see the
gun?”
Caleb took
the pistol from the boy and looked at the rounds inside it. He smiled.
“These are
iron rounds, Dean. You need a shotgun
for the salt rounds. I have an extra one
and I’ll let you have it.”
Dean
sighed and thanked the man.
“I’m
surprised your dad didn’t teach you the difference.
It’s not a problem. Let’s go and
eat supper and I’ll get the shotgun for you.”
The two
headed downstairs and into the kitchen.
Bobby had
pork chops, baked potatoes, and a salad.
Dean frowned at the salad, but ate the potatoes and the chops. Sam was enjoying the salad. The older boy grimaced at every bite his
little brother took.
After
dinner, Caleb and Bobby took a walk outside.
The two boys watched a movie.
The boys
heard a knock on the door. Dean grabbed
the shotgun and looked out a window. A
young woman stood on the porch and proceeded to knock again. There
was no sign of the hunters.
A third
knock was heard. Dean wasn’t sure what
to do. He looked at Sam and told him to
go downstairs and go into the safe room and lock it. He had to order his little brother to make
him go.
The woman
called out, “Hello? Is anyone there?”
Dean swallowed
hard and opened the door after checking the salt line. He looked into beautiful blue eyes and
noticed dark brown hair and a wonderful smile.
“Well,
hello. Is your Mother or Dad available?”
“There
upstairs and can’t come to the door. Can
I help you?”
“You’re a
pretty good liar, Dean,” the brunette said softly. “Why bother doing that? I know who you are.”
“You’re
not getting my brother,” Dean answered.
“What if I
don’t want your brother?”
“What?”
“He’s not
ready and neither are we, but you are in the way.”
Before Dean
could reply a shot rang out and the demon disappeared. Bobby and Caleb ran into the house. The older hunter grabbed the boy and shook
him.
“Are you
crazy? You don’t stand there and talk to
a demon, Boy! You shoot them! What did she want?”
“She told
me I was in the way,” the boy spoke softly.
Both men
turned and stared in surprise.
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