Chapter Thirteen
13.)Chapter Thirteen
Something hits him on the way to Colorado Springs. It’s like a light bob lit in his mind. Reminds himself to take a breath as he finds the Lodge hotel. He doesn’t have any ID with him but this is where looking older than you actually are comes in handy.
It isn’t the kind of place his father would accept if he had Sam with him, but Dean recognizes the reason behind the choice. The motel is small, out of the way and almost impossible to find unless you know what you’re doing.
“I’m lookin’ for somebody.” He tells the clerk tiredly. She is an old lady with wrinkled skin and grey hair tucked back into a bun. She wears western clothes and smells like hay. Dean has to make an effort to keep himself from making a face. “Have you seen this man?”
He pulls a worn picture out of his pocket and points to his father who was wedged between a younger version of him and Sam. He’s full of grease and grins and doesn’t look anything close to the way Dean would have described this picture.
“Him? Oh yeah, Delkins or something, right?” The lady said. “You family?”
Dean smiles at her. “That easy to tell, huh?” He asks.
She shrugs. “Got a kind of sense about that sort of thing if you know what I mean.” She turns her back on him and reaches for a key on the wall. “Here you go,” She says, “room 154.”
Dean takes the key. This is too easy, he thinks, Isn’t she supposed to be all about customer confidence? “Thanks.” He says, eyeing her suspiciously.
She waves at him dismissively, and her smile gleams as she turns her back on him again.
When Dean enters the room, he is greeted by none other than the man who turned Zach on him. Dean stops in the middle of the door way, his back stiff and stance defensive. “What do you want?” He demands, “What are you?”
Damon is leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face as he eyes Dean up and down. “You,” he says, “Are a reckless driver. I like that in a scape goat.” He smiles and Dean glowers. “You’re hard follow, you know that?”
“So?” Dean demands.
Damon rolls his eyes. “Kids these days… no respect for their betters. It’s a simple project, really. You might benefit from it too. You know that saying? Two heads are better than one? Well in your dads case, things don’t exactly turn out the best when other people are involved, do they?”
Dean frowns. “What do you know about my dad?” He demands. “Where is he?”
“Yeah,” Damon sounds bored with the situation. “Here’s the thing.” He says, “Your dad is going to get my brother killed and while I would have no issue with him being dead, kinda not interested in a hunter taking all the credit. So you are going to help me break in. I get my brother, you get your dad. It’s a win win situation.”
“Except for the part where you did something to Zach.” Dean says.
Damon shrugs. “He’ll get over it. Serves him right anyway. The kid’s gotta learn sometime. Are you going to help me or not?”
“What if I don’t?” Dean says, “I can get to my dad myself.” He tells Damon confidently.
“Yeah well, good luck with a dead kid on your conscious.” Damon bears his teeth.
“What?” Dean frowns again. He doesn’t like what the words imply. He doesn’t like what the fact that he cares implies.
“Again, simple.” Damon smiles at him. “You don’t help me, I kill Zach - and your father.”
“Why do you need my help?” Dean runs a hand through his hair. “You got through Zach just fine.”
Damon shakes his head and sighs like he’s disappointed. He pulls away from the window and makes his way towards Dean. “Why do you have to ask so many questions? I’ve got the info you need. You, my friend, just need to be my distraction. You managed Zach just fine, didn’t you? This will be a piece of cake.”
“And while I’m distraction, you’re rescuing your brother? What about my dad.”
Damon shrugs. “Hey, you can get him out good on you. If you can’t, that isn’t really my problem now, is it?”
Dean stiffens. Damon is suddenly in front of him, inches away. “So, you in or not?”
Dean doesn’t like it. Course’, there’s a lot about this situation he doesn’t like. For one thing, he doesn’t even know if Damon is human. For another, the way Zach acted proves that something is up. He doesn’t have a choice, though. Not when his father is involved.
“You try anything,” he tells Damon, “And I will end you.”
Damon just laughs it off and leads him out the door.
The wind blows. Dean hates the suffocating scent of cologne. It blows into his nose obnoxiously and he has to cough it away. Damon gives him a dirty look and Dean shrugs. They are crouched outside an old shack in the woods. Somehow, it always came down to an old shack in the woods. It was like a rule or something.
Dean can spot his father through a window. He hangs from the ceiling, chains around his wrist and looking like hell. Next to him is a younger boy who looks even worse. Dean swallows. What had his father gotten into?
“Why can’t we just break in?”
“Tried that,” Damon murmured. His voice was so low that Dean could barely hear it. “I nearly got captured myself.”
Dean sighs. “Okay. So what next?” He hates taking directions from this man.
“This.” Before Dean can move, Damon lifts him off the ground and shoves him in through the door. His face is veiny and his eyes are black as night. Swearing, Dean struggles against the hold on his neck. He kicks and punches his way at the man - thing and it jostles his father awake.
“Dean?” The rusted voice is ignored. Chains rattle and Dean is about to lose consciousness. The grip is too tight. Just when Dean is about to pass out, Damon lets him go. They are flanked by human-shaped creatures. It happens too fast for Dean to see. One comes at him and Dean is pounded into the ground. He loses his breath and his legs crumble.
Shit, he thinks desperately as Damon takes on the remaining creatures. Shit, shit, shit. Dean pulls himself off the ground and runs for his father. Damon throws something at him as one of the creatures roar. It hurts his ears, makes them feel like they’re bleeding. Dean ignores it, catching the object. A key! He realizes. Dean unlocks the chains around his father. He makes a move to do the same for the other boy but his father grips his arm.
“Don’t.” He says harshly, “Just get out of here, Dean.”
Dean doesn’t question it, but he refuses to leave his father behind. He drags dad out of the room as the fight rages on. Flames erupt and Dean isn’t sure how that happened. He isn’t sure he wants to do. He’s just grateful when he reaches the car. The door swings open and he sets his father in the passenger side. The man wouldn’t be up for driving. Not for days.
He shuts the door closed, too hard and gets into the drivers seat. The door seems to shut on it’s own, but Dean is too busy staring at the blaze around and inside the shack.
“Dean,” Dad’s voice pulls him out of his shock. It takes a moment before he is able to breathe again.
“Dean,” dad says again, “Where’s Sammy?”
Dean swallows, remembering Sam back in Mystic Falls and surrounded by strangers. He shifts the gear into drive, taking off without a word. His dad was going to kill him.
The End.
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