Post by StoryGirl83 on Sept 21, 2013 23:06:15 GMT -5
Chapter Nineteen - A Little Bit of Good News
Dean stared across the room at Victor. He was a little stunned at everything he’d been told. And since Victor didn’t know what prompted this latest trip across town, he was extremely worried about his little brother. “Witches,” he mumbled.
“Don’t you go on about that, too,” Victor ordered. “My girls are about as far from evil as can be.”
“Says their dad,” Dean retorted. “Excuse me if I don’t take the words of a parent. I’ve never run into a good witch.”
“You’ve never run into my daughters now have you?” Victor challenged.
Dean scowled. “Which says what, that they are the only good witches in the world?”
“Maybe all it says is that you hunt evil, and the good witches stay off your radar,” Victor suggested.
Dean was silent for several seconds. Before he could reply again, the phone rang and Victor got up. He grabbed the phone.
Before he could say anything, Wyatt’s voice came over the phone. “Hi, grandpa. It’s Wyatt.”
“Are you all right?” Victor asked, concerned that they felt the need to call instead of just coming home. “Is Chris?”
“Uh, huh,” Wyatt agreed. “We’re fine.”
“Where are you?” Victor asked, glancing at his visitor.
“The backyard.” It was hard for Wyatt to keep the excitement out of his voice at those two words.”
“Of the manor?” Victor asked, a little stunned. “I thought I told you . . .”
“We’re fine,” Wyatt interrupted. “Sam took care of the demon, so the backyard is safe now. Or as safe as it ever was before.”
“Sam,” Victor repeated in surprise, “took care of the demon?”
Dean looked at him startled. “Put Sam on,” he demanded, making a grab for the phone.
Victor frowned at him. Still, “Wyatt, can you put Sam on the phone. His brother . . . he’s alive and he’s worried about Sam.”
“Are you sure, it’s really his brother?” Wyatt asked worried. “Sam seemed pretty sure Dean was dead.”
“As sure as I can be, never having met him before, I suppose,” Victor replied glancing over at Dean, who stared anxiously at the phone. “It seems as likely as Sam being who he said he was.”
Wyatt sighed. “Yeah, I guess.”
“So would you put Sam on?”
“Can’t,” Wyatt informed him. “He’s pretty drained and he lost consciousness.”
“Is he all right?”
Dean made another grab at the phone. “Give me the phone. I need to talk to my brother.”
“Your brother is knocked out,” Victor informed him.
“That’s it,” Dean announced, dropping the hand that was grabbing at the phone and heading toward the door. “I am not sitting around doing nothing while my brother needs me.” He was almost to the door when he groaned and turned around. “You still haven’t told me where he is.
Victor walked over to the coat hanger by the door. “Come on. I’ll give you a ride.” He put on his jacket and pulled out his keys.
Dean looked at him through squinted eyes. “Why won’t you tell me where to go?”
Victor glanced over at him and shrugged. “Your brother got lost trying to find it. I need to go over there myself, so I figured I’ll spare you the trouble.”
Dean sighed, relenting. “Fine. Let’s go.”
“Did you hear all that, Wy?” Victor asked, realizing he still held the phone.
“Yes, Grandpa,” his grandson replied quickly. “I’ll see you soon. Be careful.”