Dead Man's Party: Revenge of The Winchesters by bjnkha9192
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Chapter 1 by bjnkha9192
September 2009

Brilliant red-orange sparks flew high into the night sky, musky gray smoke followed it, chasing it to the stars. Fire trucks whistles could be heard screaming loudly, the engines racing towards blaze. Waving arms stuck out of barred windows, screaming and yelling for help, busses filed out, packed with orange clad prisoners.

The fire trucks finally came to a stop, hooking up their hoses spraying down the flames. Later that night, as the guard was leaving the penitentiary, he stopped by the security booth, another officer sat in the passenger seat, his hat shielding his face from view.

"What a night huh?" the guard asked him.

"Don't know what's going to happen next" he said.

"Who's that?" the guard asked about his passenger who was slumped over in his seat.

"Oh that's just Webber, I guess the excitement wore him out" he said, the guard laughed and raised the gate, he honked and drove off.

The car drove on and on before finally coming to a stop in a vacant parking lot “All clear” he said as the passenger removed the policeman's cap to reveal Derek Winchester's face.

"Excellent" Derek said.

Damien sat on the cot in his cell, he held a book in his hands as he leaned up against the wall. Suddenly a loud blaring alarm began to sound, red lights began to flash, he looked around, tossing the book to the cot. He stood by the cell door, looking between the bars, seeing a huddled mass of bodies struggling against each other. Guards rushed towards the mob, their nightsticks drawn and ready to strike.

A guard suddenly appeared, a ring of keys in his hand, he fumbled through the keys, opening the door to Damien's cell “Come on” he said pulling Damien from his cell. The guard led him through a series of hallways and down eerie stairwells.

"What's happening?" Damien asked.

"Let's go" he said pulling on Damien's arm, lights were still flashing and the alarm was still loudly beeping.

"What's going on?" he asked the guard once again as he hurried down the stairs, passing through a set of doors, he spotted a black car waiting in the dark.

"Get in” the guard said as he opened the car door.

“What is going on?” Damien asked once more.

“You want to waste time asking questions or do you want to get out of here?” the guard asked.

Damien slid in to the backseat, the guard closed the door behind him "go" he said to the driver slapping his hand on the roof. The car slipped out of the darkness, Damien looked out of the back window, flames began to burst through the prison windows. The car passed through a secret entrance, the prison becoming smaller and smaller in the distance, flames still shooting out of the windows, smoke rising into the air.

"So what happens next?" the guard asked Derek, when another car pulled up, Derek opened the door and got out.

"Mr. W." a large burly man said to him, vacating a large SUV.

"Hey, I thought we had a deal, you said fifty grand" the guard complained.

"Oh don't worry I'll see to it that you are compensated appropriately...Please take care of Mr. Hammond for me?" Derek asked as they opened the door for him, he climbed into the backseat.

"You got it boss" the man said pulling out a gun and firing a single shot at the prison guard, leaving his body fall back to the concrete.


~*~



Dean ducked underneath the yellow tape and approached the officers standing outside of a cell, a man with a camera crouched down taking pictures.

"Stone" Captain Swan said greeting him.

"Captain" Dean said to him.

"What do we got?" Dean asked.

"Dean this is Henry McDougal, he's the warden here" Captain Swan said addressing the man standing next to him.

"Detective" Henry said shaking his hand.

"Warden...had a fire I see" Dean said looking around.

"Unfortunately" the warden said to him.

"Dean there's been a casualty" Captain Swan said to him.

"Prisoner?" Dean asked.

"Yeah I called you in because...you've dealt with this prisoner personally" Captain Swan said.

"Who is it?" Dean asked.

"Derek Winchester" he said.

Dean's face went blank, he crouched down next to the photographer, pulling the sheet back from the body, he saw nothing but charred remains of a cadaver "Are we sure this is him?" Dean asked.

"Was his cell, he probably got trapped inside during the madness last night".

"Any idea how the fire got started?" Dean asked.

“We had been having some electrical problems but after an inspection last week they said we were good to go” the Warden said. “Our night guards were starting their shift when all of a sudden the bells starting going off like crazy" the warden said as they walked through the block.

"Anyone sneak in any contraband?"

"Daily, we've already had our cell check for the day."

They heard a ringing, Dean dug into his jacket pocket pulling out his phone “Yeah, Stone” he said answering. “Are you absolutely sure it’s him?” he asked "Yeah...yeah we'll be right there" he said hanging up.

“Problem?” Captain Swan asked.

“Damien Winchester” Dean said “He’s dead” he said.

“What?”

“I don’t know they didn’t give me any details, we got to get over to the detention center, Warden, we'll be in touch."

"Yes sir, detective" he said nodding towards Dean. They walked from the block, ducking under the yellow tape. The warden reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone, he dialed and put it to his ear "It's me...you're in the clear" he said quickly before hanging up.


~*~



"Master Damien" someone said waking him up "We've arrived" the man said holding the door open for him.

"Hello?" Damien asked going into the house “Anyone here?!” he asked cautiously looking around.

“Hello son" Derek said appearing at the top of the staircase “Glad you finally made it” he said taking a drink from his glass.

"Oh no" Damien groaned seeing him.

“Well it’s wonderful to see you too” Derek said descending the stairs.

“Dad…of course…should’ve known you had something to do with this” Damien said, they moved from the foyer into a living room “So…why the prison break?” Damien asked.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures son" Derek said to him.

“So you broke me out of prison to bring me to…the summer home?” Damien asked.

"Yes well...I had to improvise, your mother sold our old house and moved to Malibu" Derek said to him.

"And what exactly are these desperate times?" Damien asked him “And I know being vague is your specialty, but for once just try to give it to me straight” Damien said.

"Later, right now I want you to go wash up and get some rest.”

"Do I have a choice?" Damien asked.

Derek smirked at him before grabbing the back of his neck "I went through hell trying to set this up now do as I say" he said through gritted teeth.

"Okay okay!" Damien said as he left go of him "See prison hasn't exactly softened you up" Damien said to him, he left the living room and went up the staircase.


~*~



Rapid knocking began on the screen door "Coming, coming hold on a second" Daphne said rushing to the front door of her beachside house. "oh Darren" she said to her eldest son who stood there looking at her forlornly "What's wrong?" she asked "Come in" she said, he came into the house. "Did something happen? are you alright?" she asked "Darren!" she said when he stayed silent.

"Mom" he said tearfully "You need to sit" he said to her.

"I was right something did happen, are you okay?" she asked.

"I'm fine, it’s not me" he said to her "It’s about Dad...and Damien" he said "Something happened last night..." he said choking up "They're gone" he said to her.

"What are you...what do you mean gone?"

"Mom there was a fire" Darren said to her.

"Fire..."

"Both dad and Damien were killed" he said to her.

"No..."

"Mom..."

"No!" she cried, falling into sobs.

"Mom" he said trying to hold her up.

"How could this have happened?" she asked.

"They didn't go into detail all they said was that another inmate could possibly have started it."

"Why didn't anyone call me?" she asked.

"I told them not to...I figured it would be better if I told you myself" he said to her.

"God no" she said falling into sobs once again, Darren held her closely trying to soothe her.

"They said that they need DNA from both of us to identify the remains" he said to her.

"Remains" she said.

"They said it was pretty bad...there was hardly anything left" he said.

"No...no!" she cried, they sat on the floor together locked in sorrow.


~*~



Kellie paced around her office with a file in her hands, her glasses sitting low on her nose when someone began knocking "Come in" she said.

The door opened and Dean stepped inside "Kel?" he asked.

"Oh Dean" she said taking her glasses off and putting them on her head "Hi" she said hugging him.

"Hey" he said to her.

"What can I do for you?" she asked.

"Uh unfortunately this is not a social call" Dean said to her.

"What's wrong?" she asked sitting on her desk.

"I come bearing bad…well…I have news” he said.

“Okay…” Kellie said to him.

“Damien and Derek Winchester are dead” he said.

She looked at him stunned "Oh my god" she said "What happened?"

"Somehow a fire broke out in the prisons where they were being held, they were trapped inside their cells and burned alive" he said to her.

"Wow” Kellie said, still stunned “I know this sounds horrible to say but...good" she said "I hope it was slow and painful" she said to him.

"We're still in the middle of investigating and we're still waiting for DNA to positively ID the remains."

"You think it could be a fake out?"

"Knowing those two anything's possible" Dean said to her "That's why I came here I want you to know that whatever I find out I intend to share every detail with you."

"Please" she said to him.

"Kellie I don't want you to worry about this, if anything Damien and Derek Winchester really are dead."

"And if they're not?" she asked him.


~*~



Kyle sat on a computer in the library, he typed quickly and opened a new window which had Derek & Damien's faces plastered on its homepage. FATHER AND SON CRIMINALS BOTH KILLED IN PRISON" stuck out in bold red letters he looked at it fearfully quickly skimming through the paragraphs before closing the page.

He quickly stood up, walked past the circulation desk and grabbed a hall past. Retching noises came from a stall in the boys' bathroom, the stall door opened and Kyle came out. He grabbed a paper towel and wiped his mouth off

"Just watch yourself Richardson, you will pay for this...I'll make sure of it" Damien's voice echoed in Kyle's head as he leaned over the sink.


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