Chapter eighteen: not edited

( THIS CHAPTER IS GOING TO BE SOMEWHAT SHORT, SO I APOLOGIZE FOR THAT. I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO FIT RORY INTO THIS EPISODE. BUT, NONETHELESS, I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT. )

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It was quiet, too quiet for Rory's likings. His fingers skimmed against the wooden boards of the wall, trying to feel something, something that made him feel more attached to the world. The last few days haven't been easy for him. It could be that John Winchester was lingering in the back of his mind.

Ever since their Dad joined them on the fight to find the demon that killed Mary Winchester and his sister Jessica, he had been on edge. He didn't like this feeling. The feeling of vulnerability and being weak in everyones eyes. He wanted to feel somewhat powerful, like he has control over the situation. But sadly, in this kind of situation he can't be.

Since yesterday, Sam and John haven't said a lot of words to each other, except for the occasional glances. Dean, on the other hand looked stuck on how to handle the tension in the room. As for Rory, he couldn't even bother to get into the middle of it since John already had a negative outlook on him in the first place.

Pulling back the curtains, his eyes were glued on the outside world. The world that had evil surrounding them in every corner, ready to strike at any moment. Manning, Colorado wasn't anything different. It still had evil there and nothing could change that. Not even a couple of hunters or officers of the law.

Pushing it back neatly, the blonde turned his attention back to the wall that had multiple papers plastered on it. It was information on the demon that they're currently closing in on. It consisted of weather charts, hieroglyphics, pictures, newspaper articles, written notes, a shelf of books and more.

With a sigh, Rory maneuvered to a corner of the motel room and watched the Winchesters work. He didn't want to get in the middle of it, not when John was around. He wasn't scared of the older man, but he did give off a threatening vibe.

John, who was sitting at a paper strewn desk, had the Colt in front of him. While Sam was leaning against the counter and his older brother was pacing back and forth- which was getting on the blonde's last nerves, so he kept his mouth closed before he snapped at him as well.

"So this is it." John's voice sliced through the tense room, catching all of their attention. "This is everything I know."

He took a pause.

"Look, our whole lives we been searching for this demon right? Not a trace, just nothing. Until about a year ago. For the first time I picked up a trail."

Dean made a realization before he licked his lips. "That's when you took off."

"Yeah, that's right. The demon must have come out of hiding, or hibernation."

"But, why?" Rory found himself asking, walking a few steps closer. "What trail did it leave?

"Beats me." John didn't even spare the blonde a look. "But it starts in Arizona, then New Jersey, California. Houses burned down to the ground. It's going after families, just like it went after us."

Sam had a look of sadness on his face. "Families with infants?"

"Yeah." His father swallowed hard, not wanting to see the look on his son's face. "The night of the kid's six-month birthday."

Rory wanted to comfort the youngest member of the Winchester family, but his shoes were glued to his spot, not even budging. Just by the look of Sam's face broke his heart. It made his heart rip into million pieces, something that couldn't be rebuilt over the night.

"I was six months old that night?" Sam swallowed the lump in the back of his throat.

"Exactly six months."

"So basically, this demon is going after these kids for some reason." Sam uttered out, sadness and anger appearing on his face at once. "The same way it came for me? So Mom's death...Jessica. It's all because of me?"

At the sound of his sister's name, Rory flinched.

"We don't know that Sam." Dean tried to reassure his brother.

"Oh really? Cause I'd say we're pretty damn sure Dean."

Dean gave him a frustrated look. "For the last time, what happened to them was not your fault."

"Right. It's not my fault but it's my problem." Sam shouted back harshly.

"Our problem, you mean." The blonde found himself speaking up for the first time in a few minutes. He didn't want Sam to think he was in this alone, because he wasn't. All of them were part of it. No matter what Sam said or believed.

Sam looked at him.

"Sam, it's not your fault. Okay? I don't blame you for Jessica's death, I blame myself. I wasn't there to protect her or keep her safe."

He didn't realize he had tears streaming down his face.

"It's my fault she died. It's my fault that my parents died in our own house." He wiped a strand of tears off his cheek. "If I had stayed in her life more, she would be here, with me and you."

Rory couldn't help how he felt at this moment. It was like every single emotion was coming to the surface and he didn't know how to stop it. It was like a gate that blocked the water from emerging came barreling out all at once. He didn't know how to calm down, even when he felt a a pair of arms wrap around his waist, pulling him into a tight hug.

At the sudden comfort, his posture changed into a more relaxing one. He soon found his arms copying Sam's actions, but instead, he laid his head on his chest, breaking down into sobs. He couldn't find the right words to say, he couldn't even swallow the thought of knowing that his whole family was gone, burned to ashes.

He wanted his parents back in his life. He wanted to hear Jessica's laugh one more time before she's swept away like a shell leaving the sandy beaches. He missed them terribly to the point that he wished he could summon their spirits and give them a proper goodbye. But, he knew he couldn't do that. When somethings dead, it should stay dead.

The blonde gripped the edge of Sam's flannel shirt, trying to feel something, to remind him that he's in fact alive. The constant reminder made him feel better about himself. Knowing he was alive meant he was only human. A human that handles his emotions in different ways than others.

When he felt himself getting calmer, he pulled away from the warmth of Sam's embrace and turned to the remaining two Winchesters who had watched the scene with different emotions written on their face. It made him shrink back into his shell, his warm shell that made him feel safe and not vulnerable at this moment.

Swallowing hard, he lifted his eyes to meet the older man's. "Do you have any ideas on why this demon is going after infants? What does he want?"

John looked down at the wooden table, clearly unhappy at his results. "Look I wish I had more answers, I really do. I've always been one step behind it."

The eldest Winchester gave the table a hard glare.

"Look, I've never gotten there in time to save-" He was lost for words, not knowing how to reassure his son and the blonde.

When John stopped continuing his sentence, Dean spoke up. "All right so how do we find it, before it hits again."

The eldest Moore was curious on how that would work. How do you even track a powerful demon like the one they're hunting at the moment? What are the signs? And how did John Winchester knew about them? Questions keep going in and out of his head, wanting to know the answer to their problem. But, sadly, he had none.

"There's signs." John pushed himself out of the desk chair before walking around it, stopping at in front of the pages on the wall. "It took me a while to see the pattern but it's there in the days before these fires signs crop up in an area. Cattle deaths, temperature fluctuations, electrical storms"

He paused to let the information sink in for them before continuing.

"Then I went back and checked-"

Dean had a look of sorrow and realization at what his father was hinting towards. "These things happened in Lawrence."

John nodded to his son's words. "A week before your mother died and in Palo Alto, before Jessica. These signs, they're starting again."

"Where?"

"Salvation Iowa."

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The rest of the day when surprisingly slow. Nothing majored had happened in the first couple hours, but as the clicked dinged half three, stuff went down. Not like someone hitting a dog, but supernatural material had occurred. Something that the blonde didn't want to deal with. Why couldn't he have a solid couple hours without it blowing up in his face.

After the break down he had in the motel room, the four of them went on a road trip, only to be disturbed when John received a call from a hunter named Caleb to inform that their friend Jim Murphy had been killed by a demon. At the end of the news, John was wrecked and he suddenly proclaimed that he was ending this after all.

Next thing Rory knew he was back in the same dirty motel room with Sam on his side. The blonde watched the brunette rub his temple in pain, the aftermath of having a vision. The vision apparently revealed the demon was going to strike a family with an infant tonight and the thought of that broke the blonde's heart.

John, who was trying to wrap his head around the new information, spoke flatly. "A vision."

The blonde placed a hand on Sam's shoulder when he replied in a slow tone of voice that was laced with pain. "Yes. I saw the demon burning a woman on the ceiling."

"You think this is going to happen to this woman you met because-" Their father's voice slowly cut off, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Because these things happen exactly the way I see them."

Dean maneuvered off the bed and walks to the kitchen to get more coffee. "It started out as nightmares."

He poured some liquid into his mug.

"Then it started happening while he was awake."

Rory felt Sam wince at those words, making the blonde give the brunette a gentle squeeze on his right shoulder when he explained his side of the story. "Yeah. It's like the closer I get to anything to do with the demon the stronger the visions get."

"Alright. When were you going to tell me about this?"

"We didn't know what it meant."

"Alright, something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me."

That was apparently the wrong thing to say because Dean dumps the coffee into the sink before he stride towards his father with an angry expression. "Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad I called you from Lawrence all right? Sam called you when I was dying. I mean, getting you on the phone? I got a better chance of winning the lottery."

Rory glanced over Sam's shoulder to see that Dean and John were giving each other a hard stare down. In any other situation, the blonde would've laughed, but he knew getting in the way of John would end badly. Even getting into Dean's way would end horrible. So, Rory kept his mouth shut, afraid to feel their wrath.

John was the first one to break away from Dean's stare with a sigh. "You're right."

He cleared his throat.

"Although I'm not too crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry."

The blonde felt Sam move an inch away from him, making him frown in his spot. But, quickly he shooed the nagging in the back of his mind because he knew this wasn't the right time to complain. In all honesty, there's never a good time to complain when John Winchester was around.

"Look guys, visions or no visions, fact is, we know the demon is coming tonight." Sam stared down at his shoes, afraid to make eye contact with his family and especially the blonde. "This family's gonna go through the same hell we went through."

"No they're not. No one is, ever again."

Out of all the times Sam's phone could ring, it rung now. The sound of his ringtone pierced through the room, cutting it like someone slices a pie piece. All of them kept their eyes glued to the youngest Winchester when he flips opened his phone to answer it.

"Hello?" Sam cleared his throat loudly, waiting for the person on the other line to answer.

Since Rory was so close to the brunette he could pick out some fragments of the words the person on the other line was saying. He knew it was a girl, but Sam really didn't know any other girls to the blonde's knowledge. 

"Who is this?"

When Sam shot up from the bed, it almost knocked Rory off the side of it. Shooting a glare at the youngest Winchester, he soon calmed down when he realized the taller boy was about to explode from a mixture of emotions- something that the blonde would never want on him.

Rory watched Sam's face contort into confusion then suddenly a hint of surprise and shock overtook it. But, that's not what made the blonde worry. After those emotions fell from his face, a blast of anger came across it. The blonde knew that it was rare to see Sam mad, but when he was, he was mad scary.

"Meg."

The youngest Moore blinked in surprise at the name. How could Meg survive that fall? She had to be something supernatural. But, since Rory was new to the world of the supernatural, he couldn't pinpoint on what she was. That scared him to no end.

Sam must of thought the same thing because the next thing he knew, he was asking the questions that were on everyone's mind. "Last time I saw you fell out of a window."

Bunch of static was heard from the other side and small whispers that came from another person, but the blonde couldn't make it out from where he sat. Was Meg with someone? Or was she just trying to get us scared that more like her were around?

"Just your feelings? That was a seven-story drop." Sam uttered out in disbelief, not understanding how she survived that fall.

Pushing back his hair from his face, the blonde kept his eyes peeled on his friend, knowing that he was in a middle of something. He wanted him to know he wasn't alone. He had him and his family, even though Dean and John could be questionable at times.

Keeping his eyes glued to his father, Sam pushed out the words that was on his mind. "My Dad. I don't know where my Dad is."

After a few seconds went by, the blonde saw how Sam hesitated before handing the phone to John Winchester. Rory wanted to reassure that nothing bad would happen to his father. But, how could he tell him that when he didn't believe the words himself.

"This is John."

John Winchester took a pause as he waited for Meg to say something to him and when she did, his face flashed into a emotion that no one has seen before. But, as soon as it happened, it went away quickly. Something that Meg had said really must have pushed his buttons, because the next thing the blonde, he went quiet.

"I'm here." John muttered quietly, his voice not even wavering.

That impressed Rory to no end. How could a man like John Winchester act so calm when everything is going downhill from here? How could he stand talking to someone that could possibly know the demon that killed his wife? If Rory was in his position, he wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Caleb?"

John's voice made Rory snap back into reality. Especially how Sam and Dean reacted to the name falling off John's tongue. Of course, the blonde didn't know who he was, but from the sounds of it, it was a good friend to the Winchester family.

"You listen to me. He's got nothing to do with anything. You let him go."

To no avail, Rory knew that Meg wouldn't let Caleb go, just because he's a hunter and a friend to John. The blonde could tell from the minute that they met Meg, she would be a stubborn and a huge problem to all of them. But, something deep down told Rory that she was being controlled or ordered around. Whatever it was, he didn't like it.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He must have been talking about something important for a look of doubt to cross the eldest Winchester in the room. That intrigued the blonde to find out what he was talking about. Yet, that simple thought went away when the next words left John's mouth. Making the blonde start to worry in his place.

"Caleb. Caleb!"

Rory couldn't help but wince when he heard John start to yell his friend's name into the phone, knowing that he's probably on his way to join the other side. He knew this was the start of war between everything human and supernatural. Who knew the Winchesters would be in the middle of it?

"I'm gonna kill you, you know that?"

After John stopped yelling and finally calmed down, Rory tuned out the rest of the conversation, not wanting to hear more about Meg or whatever they're talking about. He really didn't feel like sharing his opinion or his own thoughts on the matter of hand. But, when John said something about the Colt, it brought him back into it.

"I said okay, I'll bring you the colt."

Instantly, Rory was on edge. Why would Meg ask about the Colt? And why did she want it in the first place? What was so important about it? He knew that John explained to them the basics of it, but he still didn't understand it. What's the big deal about this gun?

"It's gonna take me about a days drive to get there."

Days? Where was he going to? Rory wanted to know everything badly, but he knew asking would only cause more issues at hand. So he sat there with his mouth closed until the conversation was over, hoping that nothing else could go badly for them at the moment.

"That's impossible. I can't get there in time and I can't just carry a gun on the plane."

John gripped the phone tightly, his fingers clenching around the device as the other three watch him from their spot in the room. Quickly, he snapped the phone shut, making the blonde swallow a hard lump in his throat. His eyes stayed glued to the back frame of John Winchester, even when he turned around to speak.

"Boys, I need your help with something."

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As soon as John got off the phone with Meg and a few hours went by, Rory found himself in the back seat of Dean's impala while he went over the things that happened recently. Apparently, John came to the conclusion that Meg is a demon and that she's working with the demon that they're are all after at the moment.

At that information, they all knew the situation at hand was more dire than they thought. With the Colt being known and Meg wanting it, the blonde knew this wouldn't end well. Especially since John was bringing a fake gun to give Meg while Sam and Dean had the real with them in the impala.

Currently parked outside of the family's house that Sam saw in his vision, Rory tapped his fingers softly in his lap, waiting for the tension to be cut short. "So what should we tell them?"

"Maybe we could tell em it was a gas leak." Sam suggested, keeping his eyes locked on the window of the house. "Might get em out of the house for a few hours."

Dean gave him a look. "Yeah and how many times has that actually worked for us?"

"Yeah." Sam sat there and thought for awhile before answering. "We could always tell em the truth."

Sam and Dean shared a look where Rory gave his friend a weird look at how crazy he had sounded.

"Nah!" Sam and Dean said at the same time while Rory snorted in amusement.

"I know I know. I just...with what's coming for these folks..." The brunette cut off his sentence with a frown.

"Sam we only got one move and you know it, all right?" Dean says, not breaking eye contact from his brother. "We gotta wait for that demon to show itself and then we get it before it gets them."

All of them grew quiet, more on the blonde's behalf because he didn't know what to include into the conversation. He was normally the talkative one out of the three, but now, he can't seem to utter out anything helpful. He didn't even know what to say when Sam started asking questions about his father. It wasn't like he didn't care, he just didn't know what to say.

Leaning his head against the window, the blonde closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, only to be woken up a few long minutes when the sound of Dean's raised voice broke him out of it. Startled, he flickered his eyes up to see Dean glaring at Sam before everything went quiet again.

Outside, the wind started to pick up and the radio inside of the impala was cutting in and out, making all of them alarm. Rory looked at the house, more importantly in the window to see the lights flickering, including the ones outside. He knew that the demon was coming. He could feel it in his bones.

"It's coming." Sam rushed out before he slammed open the car door, running to the house with his brother and friend right behind him.

Right as the blonde reached the front door to the house, Dean had managed to open it with a card he had in his pocket. The three of them walked silently through the house, scared that any noise would alert the family that was peacefully sleeping above them.

Approaching the lounge with Sam leading them to that location, the blonde kept his eyes peeled for any sign of movement. Yet, he didn't predict the figure coming out of nowhere with a bat that was being swung at Dean.

"Get out of my house!" The husband screamed at them, ready to swing again.

Before he could swing again, Dean quickly closes in and grapples with him, grabbing the bat. That seemed to make the newcomer angrier because he tried to get it back, ignoring their reassurance that they aren't there to hurt his family.

"Get out of my house!"

"Please please. Mr Holden please." Sam held up his hands to show that he wasn't a threat to him.

Rory watched as Dean easily takes control, swinging him against the wall and holding the bat across his throat. "Be quiet and listen to me. Be quiet and listen. We are trying to help you."

Both of them fought for control, only to remain stoic when a woman's voice was heard from somewhere upstairs. It was the wife, it had to be. As her husband screamed for her to grab the baby and Sam telling her to not to go to the nursery, the blonde couldn't help but break past the fighting pair when a noise was heard from upstairs.

The blonde ran around the corner after pounding up the stairs and stopped cold when he saw a figure in the nursery. It was the demon. It was currently standing over the crib that had a six month old baby in it. Before Rory could do anything, Sam ran past him and pointed the gun at it and that's when the blonde saw it's yellow eyes, making him stare at it with wide eyes.

He didn't break the stare, not even when Sam fired at it, causing the demon to disappear with fire shooting up around them. He didn't even know what to do when Monica ran past him. He finally broke from his sudden trance when Sam grabbed and pulled him out of the nursery and out of the house

The nightly air licked at the blonde's skin, like the fire that was happening in the nursery. He wasn't even fazed when Monica's husband started to yell at them and being quieted down by her when she explained they saved them. In that moment, he didn't care. All he cared about the demon that was still lingering in the window of the house.

"It's still in there!" Sam pointed to the window, trying to run, only for Dean to grab him and hold the brunette in his place.

"Sam. Sam, no." Dean tried to hold his brother in place.

Sam started to struggle with his brother. "Dean let me go, it's still in there."

"No. It's burning to the ground, it's suicide."

"I don't care!" Sam yelled, making the blonde flinch at his voice.

"I do!"

Rory didn't even react to their argument, all he did was watch the flames in the nursery lick at it's wound before he closed his eyes, trying to still his breathing. He was trying to remain calm, he really was. But, in the end, he couldn't hold back the tears from streaming down his face.

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When they got back to the motel room that all of them stayed in beforehand, Rory went straight to the bathroom so he could somehow get a grip on himself before he starts to throw things around the room. But he knew no one would blame him if he decides to release some of the emotions that he has buried deep inside of him.

Locking himself inside of the small room, he gripped his hands around each side of the sink, tightening his hold as seconds go by. He felt his jaw contort, locking itself in place as he stared at himself in the mirror. His eyes were dull, almost like the color of them was removed and locked inside somewhere safe.

He hated this new life. He doesn't understand why some people enjoy it. All this life included was misery and death to loved ones. He didn't want to be in this world anymore. He wanted an escape. But, he knew that he needed to finish this life with the Winchester family before he could rest peacefully.

Yelling outside of the bathroom caught his attention, making him loosen his grip on the sink. He knew who was arguing and what they were yelling back and forth at each other. With a sigh, the blonde opened the door and walked into the lounge to see that Sam had Dean pinned to the wall, obviously angry at something the oldest Winchester had said.

"Don't you say that, not you! Not after all this don't you say that." Sam continued to hold his brother in a tight grip.

Dean looked at his brother sadly. "Sam look. The three of us...that's all we have...and it's all I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together man...and without you or Dad..."

At the sound of the that, the blonde watched Sam release his brother and his eyes stayed on him when he walked away to the other side of the room, muttering. "Dad. He should have called by now. Try him again."

Dean raises his phone to his ear to call his father once more. A few minutes had passed before someone answered and when they did, his face contorted in anger.

"Where is he?"

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