Fic: The Earth and Heaven to You (Part 4)

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Part 4

Dean and Sam took to the north. Destination, South Dakota. Why? I have no idea why Bobby chose that place. Maybe because it would be the last place anyone would look for him. And what better way for a retire Hunter to stay off the map.

The thing with Hunters is that after so many years of being one, they have two choices. They can either stay a real Hunter, going around where needed and fighting the good fight.

Or they can come down to Earth and just exist without having to work. They can feed information to the Hunters, but they don’t have to do much after that.

Because they’re old. And old Hunters aren’t as strong as younger Hunters. But they’re still awesome.

Dean was going to get help from two of the best Hunters on Earth.

So it took Dean and Sam three days to make their way up to the state. In those three days, the two of them learned a lot about each other. Maybe a little too much. The two of them could not be any more different.

While Sam was more education and school minded, Dean definitely wasn’t. Sam liked country and punk rock, and Dean wouldn’t touch his brother’s music taste with a ten-foot pole. Sam liked salads, and Dean thought that there was something wrong with his brother.

At least they didn’t get irritated with each other. But then again, it was only three days. And they did have to survive Dean’s training.

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Dean pulled up to the address Sam told him to drive to. He stopped at the entrance of a junkyard. He looked up and saw a sign that said Singer Salvage Yard. He didn’t know if he could drive any further, so he got out of the car.

Sam followed suit. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“We’re walking,” Dean said.

“Bring a weapon.”

“They’re Hunters, Sam,” Dean replied. “I’m pretty sure they have traps set up all around this place.”

“We know they’re Hunters,” Sam said. “But they don’t know you are.”

“Well, then it’s a good thing that I’m here to introduce myself.”

“Just bring a damn weapon, Dean,” the younger Winchester groaned.

“I don’t have any weapons, Sam.”

“What?” He almost sounded offended.

“I found out I was a Hunter less than two weeks ago. I’m sorry I haven’t had the chance to stock up on weapons or supplies.”

Sam put his two hands on his face and let out a loud groan. “Oh my goodness, you’re going to get shot.”

“Well, then hopefully we can talk them down before they get a chance to shoot me.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.”

“What about you?” Dean asked. “What if they shoot you?”

“I can’t die.”

“That’s freaking awesome. Unfair, but awesome.”

With that, the two of them maneuvered their way through a maze of cars. They figured that they were at the end of it when they saw a house instead of more cars. They cautiously made their way toward the house.

Two elderly men sat on the porch of the house staring out into the junkyard. It was easy to tell which one was Pastor Jim by the collar. As soon as Dean and Sam were in their sights, they pulled out shotguns and pointed. “We ain’t interested,” the old man with the beard and trucker cap said.

Dean stepped forward, watching as both shotguns followed where he went. He held his hands up to show that he didn’t have anything threatening in them. “I’m here to see Bobby and Pastor Jim.”

“Wrong address,” Bobby said.

“Bobby,” Pastor Jim. “Let the boy speak.”

“Fine,” he growled. “What do you want?”

“I’ve come to you guys to be trained to be a Hunter.”

Bobby and Pastor Jim looked at each other then back to Dean. “No,” they said at the same time. But while Bobby sounded irritated, Pastor Jim sounded tired.

“But I have to,” Dean said. “My father said that you two are the best.”

“And who is your father?” Pastor Jim asked. He put down his shotgun. He looked over to Bobby and pushed his arm down too.

“Will it give me a better chance to be trained by you two if you knew who he was?”

“No.”

“Why do you want to be trained?” Pastor Jim asked. He was weary of his friend’s one-track mind.

“I need to become a Hunter on Earth so I can see my family on the Hunter plane.”

“Well, what is a Hunter as young as you doing on Earth?”

“I’m not a Hunter,” Dean whispered under his breath.

“Damn right,” Bobby said.

“Bobby,” Pastor Jim scolded.

Bobby stood up from his seat and walked over to the steps that lead up to the porch. “I’m too old to be training pretty boys who think that just because they can wield a shotgun and work a machete that they deserve to become a Hunter.”

“He’s John and Mary Winchester’s son.”

Dean, Bobby, and Pastor Jim all turned to Sam who came to stand next to his brother. “And who are you?” Bobby asked.

“I’m their other son.”

“Sammy?” Pastor Jim asked. He stood up from his seat and walked down the steps. He made his way over to the brothers.

“Nice to see you two,” Sam said with a big smile.

Pastor Jim put his hands on Sam’s shoulders and squeezed them. “You’ve grown up.”

“You’ve grown old.”

“This is Dean?”

“Yes.”

Pastor Jim let go of Sam and walked around Dean, inspecting him. “He looks so much like his mother,” he whispered.

“So, will you help him?”

“He’s human, we can’t do anything to help him,” Bobby replied.

“You were human once,” Dean said. “Before you became a Hunter.” He did his research for his project. He knew that Hunters were the chosen few Humans that were strong enough to help the angels. Slowly the Angels entrusted them with powers and that was what distinguished them from Humans. He earned that B+.

“How old do you think we are?”

“Please. I need to become a Hunter.”

Bobby trudged down the stairs to the three of them in the yard. He pushed Pastor Jim aside. “Why?”

“What?”

“Why are you doing this? What reason?”

“Reason?”

“Fame? Fortune? Trying to impress some girl?”

“I just want to know my family. If you know about me, then you know that I don’t know my real parents. I mean, I just sort of met my dad a few days ago. I have a brother. These last few days… weeks have been hectic to say the least.”

“We know your family.”

“Then you know—”

“We were part of the team that were looking for you,” Bobby interrupted. “We looked everywhere and we couldn’t find you.”

“Bobby,” Pastor Jim said, trying to stop him from continuing with the story.

“When we found you, we were too late. We couldn’t take it anymore,” Bobby continued, ignoring Pastor Jim.

“We had to retire. We couldn’t stand looking at your parents knowing how heartbroken they were. We came to Earth soon after.”

Silence fell over the four of them. Dean cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “So, you won’t train me,” he stated. He couldn’t pose it as a question.

“Never said that,” Bobby said. He sent a look to Pastor Jim and if they were speaking telepathically, he nodded.

“Okay, Sam, get over here,” Pastor Jim said.

“Yeah?” He walked over and stood in front of Pastor Jim.

“How old are you?”

“Thirteen.”

“Good age. That’s a very good age,” Pastor Jim said.

“You’re going to fight your brother,” Bobby said. He rolled his eyes at Pastor Jim taking forever to get to the point.

“Awesome,” Sam replied.

“I’m not fighting him,” Dean said, shaking his head.

“Why not?”

“He’s a kid. I have morals.”

“He’s your brother,” Pastor Jim replied.

“Even worse. He hasn’t done anything to me. Beside been a pain in my butt on the drive here. I don’t want to hurt him.”

The three Hunters looked at each other. “You won’t hurt me,” Sam laughed.

“I don’t know.”

Sam took a step in his brother’s direction. He stopped moving when Dean took a step back. “What if I can guarantee that you won’t hurt me?”

“You can’t guarantee that.”

“I can,” Sam said. “Just get into a fighting stance.”

Dean huffed when he realized that he was outnumbered three to one. “I don’t really have much of a choice, do I?” he replied.

“Not really,” Bobby said.

Dean knew better than to argue with Bobby. Out of the two people who were supposed to be the ones training him, it was obvious that Pastor Jim was the nicer of the two.

He got into his stance. “Sorry, Sammy,” he said.

“Don’t apologize, Dean,” he laughed. “You haven’t even hit me yet.” He got down, ready to fight. “Good luck.”

Bobby and Pastor Jim backed out of the way, giving the two brothers their space. “Go,” Pastor Jim said when he saw the two of them were ready.

Dean stood in his place, not wanting to be the one to make the first move. He dropped his arms. He didn’t want to hit his brother.

Sam looked at Dean, then to Pastor Jim and Bobby. The two elder Hunters nodded at him. He let out a long sigh. He then lunged forward, leading with his elbow. He hit his brother in the chest with a loud crack, causing Dean to double over.

He then grabbed Dean’s head in his hands and kneed him in the nose. His final strike was a punch to the temple, knocking Dean unconscious. He landed on the ground with a thud.

Dean opened his eyes and saw that he was looking up at the sky with three people surrounding him. “What happened?” Sam’s face was upside down in his view.

“You heal fast,” Sam laughed. “That’s good.”

“I’m on the ground?” He looked to his left and right and saw feet in his view. “I’m on the ground,” he repeated, answering his own question.

“You’ve been there for a couple of minutes.”

“How did that happened?” he groaned. His hand went to his chest, feeling the bruise there. “Damn, that hurts.”

“You were cocky,” Bobby said.

“Well, not cocky so much as unprepared,” Sam replied.

“You’re a kid,” Dean said.

“And you’re a Hunter,” Sam replied. He held a hand out to his brother. “Come on, get back up.”

Dean slapped Sam’s hand away. “No way,” he answered. “Not if you keep kicking my ass like that.” His body and pride were hurt.

“Is your pride hurt?” Sam asked as if he were reading his brother’s mind.

“No,” Dean said quickly. “I mean, yeah. A little. I can take down dozens of people at one time. But I just got flattened with one punch.”

“Actually, it was an elbow, knee, and punch. And I’m not people. I’m a Hunter,” Sam replied. “And you’re a Hunter.”

“Mostly Human,” Dean said, making his way up to his elbows.

Sam held his hand out to his brother again. “Still got a sliver of Hunter left in you.”

“How do you know?” Dean said. This time, he accepted his brother’s help. He made it to his feet with one pull.

“Because that first strike should have killed you,” Sam, Bobby, and Pastor Jim said at the same time.

“Good to know.” He started to dust himself off, but then stopped himself when he realized that he was probably going to end up on the ground a few more times before the sun went down.

Bobby sighed. “We got a lot of work to do.”

“Give him time,” Pastor Jim said.

“I need a beer.” He spun on his heels to walk back into his house. “Get into a fighting stance!” he yelled. “And try to stay on your feet for more than three seconds.”

Dean rolled his eyes and got back down into a fighting stance. At least Bobby and Pastor Jim had agreed to train him. He was ready to go. He hoped.

Part 5