Post by StoryGirl83 on Apr 21, 2010 18:53:24 GMT -5
Chapter Three - Meeting the Family
It amused Sam to no end that even with two natives in the car, they got lost more than once. He wasn’t sure exactly why that was, other than the obvious fact that neither one did any driving, but from their squabbling in the back seat he got the impression that neither one rode in too many cars. They clearly weren’t walking, or they would know the streets better, but he had had no idea how they got from place to place.
They had him pull up to an apartment complex and lead him to an apartment where they stopped. Chris scrutinized the door with a wrinkled nose and a frown on his lips. Wyatt stood there for a moment and knocked. “Maybe Grandpa’s home,” he suggested with a shrug.
A few seconds passed before they heard the sound of footsteps and then the footsteps stopped. There was silence, probably as someone looked out the peephole and then Sam heard the sound of a chain being removed. The door opened and the two boys grinned up at the grey haired man.
“Grandpa, we brought a guest,” Chris informed the man.
“We hope you don’t mind,” Wyatt added. “We found him over by the manor and we couldn’t let him go in. Someone else died this morning.”
The man sighed and pulled the door opened. He waited as they all three entered the apartment before he closed the door behind them and put the chain back in place. He looked at Sam, suspiciously. “I’m Victor Bennett. Who are you?”
“Sam . . . Winchester,” Sam informed him, deciding to use his own name for once. He didn’t know exactly what to expect, but he had a distinct feeling lying to these people would be detrimental to his health.
Victor raised an eyebrow at the hesitation. “And why did my grandsons bring you home?”
“You know I’ve been trying to figure that out for myself,” Sam admitted. “I think maybe it’s because I refused to leave that house alone until I at least tried to stop it from killing people.”
Victor’s eyes narrowed. “You realize houses don’t kill.”
Sam just smiled at him. “Maybe houses don’t, but the way I’m hearing it something is killing people there. “I intend to stop it. Your family can help me out, or that can stay out of my way.”
“Grandpa, we’ve already agreed to work with him,” Wyatt informed his grandpa.
Victor shook his head. “No. Absolutely not. I’ve already lost my daughters to this madness. I will not lose you two.”
“It’s not your choice, Grandpa,” Wyatt informed him. “We are going to do this.”
“I am your guardian, Wyatt,” Victor reminded him. “I should have Piper bind your powers before they went into that last battle.”
Sam’s eyes grew wide as he processed the words while the two brothers groaned. Of course they had powers. Hadn’t Chris used those powers on him? But where had they gotten those powers. His were a combination of innate psychic sensitivity mixed with demon blood.
“Grandpa!” Chris cried out. “He doesn’t know about that.”
“You think not?” Sam queried. “After what you did to me? I think I’ve got some inkling. Look, are you willing to help me? Because every time I think you are, you just keep changing on me.”
Wyatt sighed and nodded. “Have a seat,” he suggested indicating a nearby couch. “If you really want to help your going to need to hear what happened.”