Sins of the Father ch. 6

Weston? How was that possible? The boy didn’t look much older than herself and she knew her father had no siblings. Who was this man? Mara took a step back. “What are you afraid of Mara,” he asked with a smile. Mara backed against the cement wall and stared at the man walking towards her. There was something so familiar about him. He backed her against the wall and stood very close to her. Rowan leaned forward slowly and smiled. “Of course you wouldn’t know me. Winchester was too afraid to tell you, the coward that he is.” With that Mara raised her hand quickly to strike him across the face. He caught her wrist and held it tightly in his strong arms. “That’s not very nice,” he said leaning over her. “You shouldn’t hit your siblings.”

Mara froze, she didn’t even notice the severe pain in her arm as he twisted it. Siblings? That couldn’t be possible. Her eyes widened. Finally she came back to reality. She felt his hand tighten around her arm and the bones snap. Mara couldn’t hold back the scream that escaped her lips and she doubled over and he wrapped his arms around her, letting go of her wrist. “Shhh,” he whispered to her. “I know it hurts,” he said softly. “It hurt when I found out too.” Rowan let go of her and stepped away from her. Mara held her broken right wrist and slowly raised her body to stand straight. “Of course he wouldn’t tell you Mara,” Rowan said softly. “That would mean that he wouldn’t be able to keep you with his beloved son. Haven’t they lost enough with his mother? Haven’t you lost enough with me and our mother,” he snapped at her.

“What are you talking about?” She looked into his dark eyes and saw hatred, darkness, evil. It was frightening to know such things could come from her own flesh and blood, her father and now this.

“Don’t play dumb,” he snapped coldly. Rowan brought his hand up and the back of it collided with her face sending her to the ground. He knelt in front of her and pulled her head back by her hair. “You think you know pain? Oh, Mara I’ll show you pain,” he said with a sadistic smile on his face. “Shh,” he whispered placing the forefinger of his free hand on her lips. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “It will only hurt for a moment.” With that Rowan picked her up and slammed her against the wall. Her head hit the wall with devastating force and her world went black in a second.


Dean drove down the road towards the hotel faster than he had ever gone, his father following closely behind him. Dean arrived at the hotel. He walked in and looked around, the room was a mess. He sighed and gathered up some weapons, it was the only reason he went there. John pulled up beside the Impala and walked into the hotel room. He looked around taking in all the details. He didn’t miss the fact that both Dean and Mara’s clothes lay sprawled across the bathroom floor. “And Sammy was here,” he asked with a smirk. Dean wasn’t in the mood though and his father caught that with the glare his son gave him.

Dean finished packing their weapons and stormed out of the hotel. His father grabbed his arm, spinning his son around. “Dean you need to stop and wrap your head around this. You can’t go in there blinded by anger.”

“No one is going to touch her. You’d do the same if it were mom,” he said coldly. It was the first true act of defiance he had shown his father. With that Dean turned and got in his car. John nodded slowly and climbed in his truck. He followed his son as Dean led him back to the brewery. The two spent the next three hours scouring every inch of that place and they found no sign of them save for the dried blood from Sam the day before.

“Damn it,” Dean said angrily. John sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He tried to think of some place they might be. Then Dean’s cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket. The caller I.D. told him it was from the hospital. “Hello,” Dean said quickly.

“Dean,” Sam’s voice said weakly.

“Sammy, what’s wrong?” Dean’s face filled with worry, as did his father’s.

“Ma… Mara,” he whispered. “Mara she’s… she’s hurt.” Sam was breathing heavily as if he had been running. His voice was strained as well. “They… they’ve got her at an old orphanage. It’s… it’s not far from where you are… just… just down the road. Hur… hurry.” With that Sam dropped the phone, too weak to hold it anymore.

“Sam? Sammy!?” Dean yelled into the phone. Then he hung up and looked at his father. “I know where they are, but Sam stopped talking. You go back and check on him.” With that Dean got in his car. He gave his father orders and didn’t even seem in the least bit phased by it. His mind was solely on finding Mara and making sure she was safe. Dean got in the Impala and tore off down the street. He stopped and pulled up to a large building. The sign at the massive, iron, gate read: Hillside Lakes Orphanage and Sanitarium. “Oh wonderful,” Dean said with a sigh upon reading it. Dean parked the car and the street and climbed over the brick wall surrounding the facility. As he approached the building he took in what he saw. Dozens of broken windows, vines climbing up the walls. Two large Roman pillars on each side of the door marked the entry. There was an arch connecting the two pillars that displayed the building’s name once more. Dean sighed and slowly walked through the broken wood doors of the building.

He turned down one of the halls. Graffiti covered the walls and it made him shudder. The place reminded him greatly of the asylum in Rockford. It was not somewhere he wanted to think Mara was stuck in. Dean stopped suddenly, hearing something behind him. When he turned there was nothing there. He was on his guard at all times, taking in the sounds around him. He thought he could hear faint footsteps behind him but ignored it. It was either some haunting or his imagination.


Mara’s eyes opened. She was still in the same room. She stood slowly, pushing herself up by her arms. Putting pressure on her right arm caused Mara to fall. She had forgotten it was broken but the pain quickly reminded her. Everything came back to her. That man, his words. A brother? She couldn’t have a brother and not know it. That might explain her strange dreams throughout her life though. They were like memories that didn’t belong to her. She had never spoken of them though. It was her little secret. Mara sat up slowly and managed to get herself to her feet. “Are you lost,” a small voice said behind her. Mara jumped and turned around quickly. Standing in front of her was the image of a small boy. “Are you lost?” The boy looked to be no older than ten. He had short blonde hair and bright blue eyes. His skin was pale and there were dark circles around his eyes. Where was she? “Don’t be afraid,” he whispered. “They’re always afraid. Please, please miss,” he pleaded with her. “Don’t be afraid.”

She studied him for a moment. “No,” she said softly. “I’m not lost, I’m trapped.” She took a step towards the boy and he backed away.

“The men upstairs,” he asked softly. “Did they take you? You are hurt.” She nodded as she stepped closer once more. “You are good, not like them. I can see your light.” She smiled faintly. “Come quick,” he said simply. “Hurry.” The boy led her too a small almost invisible airshaft. He pointed to it. “It leads outside. Hurry, my sister and I can distract them,” he said with a smile. With that an older girl around sixteen appeared next to him.

“Nevan,” she said quickly. She looked at Mara for a moment.

“She needs help Anna,” the boy said. “Please?” Anna sighed and looked from her brother to Mara.

“Go quickly, there are others like us,” she said with a smile. Mara nodded and pulled the cover off the shaft as best she could with one hand. She turned back to them to thank them but they had disappeared. She formed a small smile to herself and hurried through the shaft to freedom. Mara came out in the woods, at the bottom of a small hill. She crawled out of the shaft and looked up at the building she was in. Mara stared in awe at the massiveness of it. What was it? She turned and found a fence nearby bordering the property. She followed it until she hit a brick wall. Mara managed to climb over the wall and she dropped down on the other side, twisting her ankle. She took in a sharp but silent breath. Then she stood slowly once more. Ahead of her was a street. She followed it, limping and holding her arm until it reached the small town she had been in before.

Mara managed to find the hospital before long. She hadn’t seen Dean’s car but she knew that Sam had to be here. This would be the first place Dean would have taken him. She walked through the emergency room door. She walked up to the desk. “I’m… I’m looking for… I’m looking for Sa-”

“Mara,” a voice called to her from behind. It was a familiar and comforting voice. She turned and saw John Winchester walk up to her. Mara collapsed in his arms. He caught her and walked with her over to a chair. “Mara,” he said quickly. He brushed her sweat drenched hair out of her face. “Are you all right?”

She nodded slowly. She was very disoriented. Then she remembered Rowan’s words. That John would never tell her. “John,” she said leaning back. “Was I an only child?”

John sighed and looked down slowly. “No,” he said softly. “You had a brother, a twin. He was kidnapped when you two were babies.” John sighed and shook his head. “I should have told you Mara I know that.”

Mara watched him and sighed. It changed very little about her relationship with John. “Where’s Sam,” she asked quietly.

“In his room,” John answered. He stood slowly and helped Mara to his feet. “Dean went after you. I guess Sam knew where you were.”

Mara’s head shot towards him when he spoke. “Dean what? I have to go back for him.” Mara turned and headed for the door but John wrapped his arms around her and turned her around. “You are in no condition to go anywhere but Sam’s room,” he said in a very fatherly tone. He led her into Sam’s room where he lay asleep. John sat Mara down in the chair before taking out his cell phone. He called Dean but he didn’t answer. Over the next ten minutes John called fifteen times. Each time there was no answer. “You stay with Sam,” he said before leaving. Mara moved to protest but it hurt too much.

She sighed and rested her head on Sam’s bed. He was still asleep and for once looked peaceful. She took his hand and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep herself. “Did you think I wouldn’t find you sissy?” Mara sat up quickly. She turned toward the door and saw Rowan standing there. Mara stood between him and Sam. Rowan stalked up to her and closed the door behind him. “Did he take my place sissy? Did you let that pathetic little boy replace your own brother?” He backhanded her sending her to the ground once more. Rowan stood a foot away from the foot of Sam’s bed. “What does this family have that we didn’t have?” He looked down at Mara. “Hmm,” he whispered. “Oh, yeah. You.” He smiled at her and looked to Sam. Mara stood slowly, standing next to Sam’s side.

Rowan walked over to her and knocked her to her knees once more. “Mara,” he said shaking his head at her. “Why don’t we take you away from them as well.” He pulled a long dagger from his pocket. “We’ll be a family again.” With that his arm fell in one swift movement to plunge the dagger into Sam’s chest. Mara rose quickly and the dagger entered her instead. He froze and quickly pulled it from him as she fell into his arms. Rowan dropped the dagger and lowered himself to the ground as blood spilled from the wound in her chest. “Mara,” he whispered holding her close. Mara gasped for breath. He looked down at her in confusion. Why had she done that? Rowan picked her up quickly and snuck out of the hospital without anyone seeing him, or so he thought. As he left with her Sam woke up and saw him carry her away. He called his father but no one answered, the same occurred when he called Dean.

Dean walked down a dark corridor in the basement. The footsteps behind him got louder and he turned quickly. Again there was nothing there. Dean rolled his eyes and turned back around only to find a man standing in front of him. The man’s face was covered in blood. He looked to be about Dean’s age, he was Dean’s height. There were several holes in the man’s chest as well as a large gaping wound across his neck. “Leave here,” he said coldly.

Dean simply laughed. He cocked the gun and got ready to shoot. When the man spoke again. “It’s too late,” he said simply. “She’s gone so you might as well just get out of here.”

“She,” Dean said quickly. “She who? Who is she and what makes you think I give a damn who ‘she’ is?”

“The girl in the basement. The one Nevan and Anna told us you were keeping trapped here.”

Dean’s eyes widened and he lowered the gun. “Mara,” he said simply. “And I’m not keeping her trapped anywhere. I came to get her out.” The man studied him for a moment. He didn’t look like he would help the others. “What do you mean she’s gone?” Dean’s first thought was that she was dead.

The man studied Dean’s eyes for a moment. There was pain and fear in his eyes. The man sighed and lowered his head. He decided that Dean was there to help the girl. “She escaped, Nevan and Anna helped her.”

Dean breathed a sigh of relief when suddenly a shot ran out and the man disappeared. Seconds later Dean found himself on the ground. The familiar pain of salt in an open wound burned through his chest. He looked down and rolled his eyes. That was twice he was shot with rock salt. He slowly rose to his feet, wincing. Dean saw a young man in front of him. “She only escaped because we let her,” he said simply. “We haven’t met have we?” The man extended his hand to Dean. “Rowan Weston. You must be the infamous Dean Winchester.” Dean simply ignored the hand.

“Where is she,” he asked coldly.

“With her family,” Rowan answered with a smile. “Where she belongs.”