Won't Let Go

Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard or Supernatural. Not making any money, just cheap thrills.


Warnings: Slash, Incest, Established Couple, Violence, Supertnatural/Horror


Rating: FRT


Won't Let Go
Chapter 2


When they pulled up to the farmhouse, the first thing Dean noticed was the Dodge Charger parked to the side of the house. *Nice car, but man what were they thinking when they painted it?* Dean couldn't help thinking, as he put the Impala in park and climbed from behind the wheel. Following the old man over to the Charger, Dean barely suppressed a moan at the sight of the two gorgeous young men who were working under the hood. *Damn they're fine, especially the blond, too bad I'm here to work. Guess it wouldn't matter, got a feeling his family would shoot me if I tried anything with him, hell he might fire the first shot himself.*


"Dean and Sam Winchester, these are my nephew's Bo and Luke. Boys, this is Dean and Sam Winchester, John's boys," Jesse introduced the four young men.


"Uh, Uncle Jesse I thought you said that you called their dad? You sure they'll be able to handle our problem?" Luke questioned, his protective instincts causing him to voice his doubts.


"Look farmboy, I've been doing this since I was five years old, trust me, I know what I'm doing." Dean snarled, angry that this stranger would doubt their ability.


"Sorry didn't mean any offense, it's just y'all look awful young and..."


"You're worried about your family," Sam interruped him, trying to diffuse the tense atmosphere. "Luke wasn't it? Luke we understand that you're worried, but we've been doing this our whole lives, we really do know what we're doing." Sam assured him, deftly handling the older man, flashing that sincere smile that always seemed to make people trust him.


"Come on Luke, let's give 'em a chance," Bo grinned at the newcomers as he threw an arm around his cousin's shoulder.


"Bo's right Luke, now how about we go on inside so's we can fill Dean and Sam in on what's been happening," Jesse suggested.


"Yes sir," Luke and Bo responded together. Closing the hood of the General, they then headed inside, behind their uncle and the Winchesters.

As soon as everybody was seated at the kitchen table, sipping glasses of iced tea, Dean started the conversation. "Mr. Duke, I was wondering before you tell us what's going on here, just how is it you know our dad?"


Jesse chuckled lightly at the memories that question brought up. "Well Dean, I'll tell ya. It was Halloween night twenty years ago. I was on my way home after dropping the kids off at the Davenport farm, when I came across you boys and your dad parked on the side of the road. I pulled over to see if there was a problem I could help with. Your dad tried to tell me that everything was okay, but the bloody rags I saw laying on the seat behind him said different. I didn't know then just what was happening, but I knew there was a hurt man that needed help, whether he would admit it or not. Your dad's a stubborn man," Jesse told them, chuckling again. " I've seen mules that wasn't as stubborn, but I finally convinced him to let me help. I didn't figure it was a good idea to stay there on the side of the road and your dad agreed with that. So he followed me up to the farm and that was when I got another surprise. I knew you boys were in the back seat, and I knew something had scared ya both, that was plain to see. I went to open the back door of the car before John had a chance to say anything. There the two of you were, Dean here had his arms wrapped around Sam, and his hands were holding a 45 revolver, pointed right at me. I don't know what surprised me more, the sight of a six-year old holding that revolver, or the serious look in your eyes that told me you'd shoot me if I made a wrong move."


"Sorry about that Mr. Duke," Dean apologized, feeling both proud and embarassed by the story.


"Ain't nothing to apologize for boy, you were just protecting your family. Anyway, your daddy got you to put the gun down and we all went inside. Once I got your dad to tell me where he was hurt, I helped him to clean the wound and stitch it up."


"Wait a minute Mr. Duke, why did you say after you got dad to tell you?" Sam asked.


"Well son, he didn't want to tell me, I suppose he was a mite embarassed about it. Ya see, he had a real nice set of bite marks, high up on the left cheek," Jesse told them, pointing at his own backside as he did.


Dean nearly choked on the tea he'd just taken a sip of, he hadn't been expecting that. Beside him, Sam sat smirking, making Dean think he hadn't been nearly as surprised by Jesse's statement.


"You okay?" Jesse asked, reaching over and patting the younger man on the back. When Dean nodded after a moment and took another sip of tea, Jesse continued with his story. "John had tried to stitch it up on his own, but it was in a bad spot for a man to do that. Of course I asked him what it was that had bit him and he lied, tried to tell me it was a dog that had got him. Now I've spent my whole life on a farm and I've seen all kinds of animal bites, but I hadn't never seen anything like that. It took some doing but when he realized that I wasn't falling for his story, he finally told me the truth. I might not have believed him, but I'd heard of Wendigos, that's what he said the bite was from." Seeing the confusion on his nephew's faces, Jesse stopped his story to explain. "Bo, Luke, a Wendigo is a creature that used to be human. It turns into a Wendigo from eating human flesh. They's fearsome creatures, covered in fur and usually eight foot tall or more, with claws and teeth that can rip a man in half. Their hearts are made of ice and the only way to kill one is to melt it's heart," Jesse grimly told his nephews. Turning back to the Winchesters, he went on explaining how he'd met their dad. "Your dad can be pretty convincing, and by the time he was done, I was nearly convinced. What really did it though, was the way that wound bubbled when your dad poured holy water on it, and the fear I saw in you boys' eyes at the mention of the Wendigo. Well y'all stayed here for a few days while John recovered, when he headed back out we was firm friends and we've stayed in touch ever since. John always told me if I ever needed any help to call him, so when I realized what was going on, I called him."


"And instead of coming, he sends you two," Luke muttered, still not convinced these two were going to be able to help.


"Luke!" Jesse roared.


"Sorry Uncle Jesse," Luke said quietly, looking down at the table.


"Ain't me you owe the apology."


Looking across the table at the Winchester brothers, Luke swallowed his pride and apologized. "Sorry y'all, like Sam said, I'm just worried about my family."


"We understand Luke, really," Sam assured him, speaking quickly before Dean could make matters worse. Turning towards Jesse, Sam decided it was time they got down to business. "Mr. Duke, do you have any idea what it is that's causing you problems?"


"I'm not sure Sam, as far as I can tell it's some kind of spirit. It all started a couple of months ago, maybe a little longer. It started out with small things at first..."


TWO MONTHS EARLIER


"Daisy, where'd you put the keys to your jeep?" Luke called to his cousin as he walked down the hall.


Stepping out of her bedroom, Daisy looked at Luke with confusion, "What are ya talking about Luke? My keys are on the hook by the kitchen door, right where they belong."


"No they're not Daisy, maybe you left them in your purse," he suggested.


"I'll check, but I know I put them on the hook," Daisy replied, going back into her room. A minute later she came out of the bedroom, her purse still in her hands as she searched through it. "Nope, they're not here Luke. They've got to be on the hook, maybe you just missed them."


"Daisy, Uncle Jesse ain't here, and your keys are the only other ones that get hung by the door, now how do ya figure I could miss them?" Luke asked, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. "Maybe you left them in the ignition," he muttered softly, heading outside to check. Coming back in through the kitchen door a moment later, Luke caught a flash from the corner of his eye. Turning his head slightly he saw the jeep keys on the hook, "Very funny Daisy!"


"What are ya talking about now Luke?" Daisy asked, coming into the kitchen. Seeing the keys hanging where they belonged and Luke pointing at them, she couldn't help laughing. "I told you I put them on the hook."


"Yeah, after I went outside to check the jeep. You know Daisy I do have other things to do besides checking the timing on your jeep. I really don't have time for these games," Luke told her, this time not bothering to hide his irritation.


"Now you just hold on Luke Duke, I ain't playing games! Maybe you just need to get glasses," Daisy yelled, angry that Luke was accusing her of lying to him.


"Alright, alright. Just calm down Daisy, guess maybe I just didn't see them," Luke admitted, not wanting to argue.


Sitting down the next day for breakfast, the Duke family bowed their heads and waited for Uncle Jesse to ask the blessing. The moment Jesse said amen, everybody began filling their plates and talking about their plans for the day. Picking up the salt shaker and turning it upside down over his eggs. Bo jumped back when the lid fell off and salt poured onto his plate, ruining his breakfast. "Cute Luke," he smirked at his older cousin, irritated by the childish trick.


"I didn't do it Bo, I swear," Luke protested through his laughter.


"Sure you didn't Luke, must've been Uncle Jesse or Daisy," Bo said sarcastically.


"You calling me a liar Bo?" Luke asked, all trace of laughter gone from his voice.


"Now boys stop it! Bo if Luke says he didn't do it, then he didn't do it. And Luke, there ain't nothing fun about a man's breakfast being ruined."


"Yes sir," both boys mumbled, still giving each other dirty looks.


"I swear sometimes I feel like I'm still raising you two. Now I just filled the salt shaker last night, maybe I forgot to close the lid." Jesse told them, though he knew the lid had been tight when he was cooking breakfast.


"Oh, sorry Luke," Bo said, his anger leaving and replaced by embarassment.


"Me too Bo, Uncle Jesse's right it ain't funny."


"Nah, that's okay, I probably would've laughed too if it'd happened to you."


Over the next eight days there were several more strange occurences around the Duke farm. As what started out as pranks began to become more mean spirited, Jesse began to suspect that they were dealing with something supernatural. Although he was bothered by the pranks, Jesse didn't really start to worry until the ninth day.


Luke and Bo were in the kitchen, washing up the supper dishes when Jesse came in from evening chores. Hanging his hat by the door, he looked towards the boys and froze in horror. Bo and Luke were standing side by side, their backs to the room, completely unaware of the knife that hovered in the air only a few feet behind them. As the knife began to move, Jesse found his voice, "Boys duck!"


Instinctively both young men dropped down, never questioning their uncle's order. Looking up as the knife embedded itself in the window frame with a thud, Bo and Luke stared at it in shock. For several minutes nobody spoke. Luke was the first to recover, "You okay Bo?"


"Yeah...I'm fine. What about you?" Bo asked, still slightly dazed.


"I'm not hurt any. Uncle Jesse, what happened?" Luke asked, turning towards the older man.


"I ain't real sure Luke. I came in and that there knife was just hanging in the air behind you boys. This is getting serious boys, I think tommorrow I'm gonna need to call an old friend for some help."


"What old friend Uncle Jessse?" Bo asked. Climbing to his feet, he sat down at the table when his legs refused to hold him.


"John Winchester, I met him twenty years ago, he stayed here for a few days with his boys. Guess you boys don't remember him, well anyway he deals with this kind of stuff. You could say it's his job, I thought we could handle this on our own, but it's getting too dangerous." Looking at the sink, still half-filled with dishes, Jesse decided they could wait until morning. "Why don't you boys go on to bed, you can finish the dishes tommorrow," Jesse suggested.

PRESENT DAY


"The next morning Daisy was fixing breakfast while me and the boys were doing chores. I sent Luke off with a load of hay for a neighbor and Bo went to collect the eggs. I headed to the other side of the barn to take care of the animals. I had just started to milk the goat when I heard Bo scream. I hadn't never heard anybody sound so scared in my life, the sound made my hair stand on end." Jesse paused for a moment to look over at Bo, not liking the paleness of the boy's skin.


"Maybe you and Luke should go outside Bo," Jesse suggested, worried for his youngest.


"I'm okay Uncle Jesse...tell 'em the rest," Bo insisted.


"If you're sure. Well I grabbed my shotgun and a couple of shells before I ran to the other side of the barn. When I came around the corner I saw Bo, he was pinned up against the wall and this, spirit I guess it was. It had it's hand shoved into the center of Bo's chest and he was screaming, he didn't even sound human right then. I didn't even think, I just shoved one of the shells I'd grabbed into the shotgun and shot it. When it disappeared I realized I'd accidently grabbed a shell filled with rock salt, lucky thing too."


"Wait a minute, you always have shells filled with rock salt around?" Dean asked, knowing it wasn't something most people would keep around.


For the first time since he'd begun telling them about the spirit, Jesse laughed. "Well Dean, most farmers around these parts keep shells with rock salt on the place. Never know when you'll have to run off young men that've gotten too fresh or youngsters playing pranks." Jesse explained, shooting an amused glance towards his nephews. "Cases like that, you don't want to hurt anybody but ya want them to learn a lesson. It just so happened that I grabbed one, as soon as that thing disappeared, Bo fell to the ground. He was hurting and sore, but he wasn't hurt bad. After a couple of days of rest, he was fine. I thought it was all over, a week later I found out I was wrong."


TBC


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