Chapter Note: Only one more chapter without Sam. Woot! There will be a time jump in the next chapter to take us to the time between Supernatural Seasons 3 & 4.
I don’t remember if I mentioned before, but this is a completed story. It is NOT a WIP. All 11 chapters are fully written.
Summary: Pastor Jim and Bobby finally get rid of the demons on Senior and Mrs. DiNozzo. Spencer doesn’t take the exorcism well. Things get interesting when Aaron comes home, and Tony discovers something unexpected about himself. Finally, the three brothers are back together.
Chapter Four: The End of the Beginning
A week later, Tony was sitting on the sofa in his father’s study watching Pastor Jim and Bobby Singer finally getting rid of the demons in his parent’s dead bodies. The two men had spent that time hunting down and exorcising as many of Senior’s followers as Tony was aware of. There had been the chance that his parents would catch on, but they hadn’t had any other option.
Fortunately, things had gone smoothly up to that afternoon. They’d hoped, or at least Tony had, to keep Spencer out of this last step. There was no part of watching his parents have demons exorcised from their corpses that he wanted his little brother to see. Of course, it didn’t go that way. Spencer ignored Tony’s request not to come home until he said it was ok, and thus he was sitting in a chair for a front row seat. Bobby argued that, as hard as it would be on the kid, maybe it was for the best.
Tony hated that there was a part of himself that agreed with the ol’ geezer, as his Angel would say. He’d spent the last week in silence and received more than a few new bruises for it. He didn’t care though. He knew all he had to do was make it through this double exorcism, and they’d not be able to touch him again.
Spencer had been more spiteful than normal since their confrontation. When he’d walked in and seen his mother and father tied to chairs, he’d tried to get to them. While a part of him could understand, a larger part was incredibly frustrated and fed up. Tony though for once had used his size against his younger and slighter brother. As the smaller boy fought him screaming and kicking, Tony had turned him and forced him to watch as both Bobby and Pastor him poured Holy Water on Senior and their mom. When he accused them of using acid and not water, Bobby turned and threw some of it on him.
Tony felt a little bad as his brother screamed in fright, but fortunately, he quickly quieted down. He was now sitting in a chair in a corner of the room away from the action. His arms were wrapped around himself, and he had his knees pulled up to his chest. He could almost see his brother breaking under the realization that just maybe he had been wrong. Tony didn’t have time for that at the moment though because there was something about the exorcism tickling his mind.
He certainly wasn’t an expert on these things. His Angel, as he’d come to refer to the man since receiving confirmation of what he was, made it clear early in their conversations that he would not be able to do the exorcism on his own. Tony wasn’t sure he understood it exactly, but from what he gathered, the shaggy dark-haired boy he’d been having visions of was the yin to his yang. Tony affected Angels and the other affected demons. Because Tony’s powers affected Angels, he on his own, had no effect on demons directly.
There was something about that though that was tickling his brain. Like he had the feeling that he should be involved somehow. He just didn’t know what he was supposed to do, or how it would help. Because of that, he’d stayed out of it and let the experts do their thing.
They had two devil’s traps painted on the floor. His father tied to a chair inside one and his mother tied to a chair inside the other with a circle of salt around each one. There was something inside of him screaming that he needed to do something, but he was so goddamned scared. He just… He didn’t… He couldn’t…
“What the fuck is going on in here?”
Shocked to hear a new voice, everything stopped. Quickly, Tony turned his head toward the familiar sound, not trusting his ears. There was no way the voice belonged to who he thought it did.
Before he could move though, he heard Spencer stand and speak. “Aaron! Thank God, you’re home! You have to stop this insanity! They’re hurting mom and dad! Stop them!”
Jumping up, Tony scowled and when his younger brother jumped up to run toward his big brother, Tony caught him easily. Almost growling with frustration, he practically threw the smaller boy back toward his chair. He couldn’t believe that the boy still didn’t believe after everything that he’d seen. It was as if his refusal to see reality severed the last thread between then.
“Tony, what the fuck is going on?” Aaron asked again, and Tony could feel his older brother coming up behind him. Turning his head, he growled seeing that he’d left the leather cuffs that he’d been threatening Spencer with on the sofa he’d been on.
Unfortunately, the younger boy used his distraction to try and escape by lashing out with his fists. When Tony ended up with a fist to his eye, it cracked the wall keeping in his temper. Once more he shoved the boy backward, seeing his head hit the wooden shelving behind him with a crack.
Turning he glared at his older brother who was moving toward the two men. “YOU DON’T GET TO INTERFERE, AARON!”
Taking advantage of Spencer’s dazed state and Aarons stunned disbelief, he stomped over and grabbed the cuffs glaring at his older brother. “You deserted us! Left us here ALONE. You fucking ran off because you couldn’t take it and left two kids here by ourselves with people you hated. Well, welcome the fuck home, Aaron.”
Ignoring his sore throat from not talking all week, Tony put the cuffs on Spencer behind the chair so he couldn’t get up. “Mom and dad are meat suit hosts to fucking demons. We’re trying to fix this. Spencer refuses to believe even now that I could be right. It’s not fucking working. I’m scared and lost and don’t understand what I’m feeling like I should be doing and I’ve been fucking without hope so long I don’t think I’ll get it back. You don’t fucking get to come home now and have shit to say about this situation. I’m not sure you’re even my brother anymore. YOU LEFT US WITH THIS!”
By the time he was done yelling and taking care of Spencer, the room was dead quiet, except for the sound of crying that was coming from Tony himself. Soon though laughter started coming from the demon inside Senior, and Tony barely stopped himself from crossing a line he knew he wouldn’t be forgiven for.
He didn’t understand what he needed to do. He felt so broken inside and didn’t think he’d ever find all of his parts again. He just… He just… He…
“I had a visitor a couple months ago,” Aaron said breaking through the sound of the demonic laughter. “A friend of yours with a British accent came to see me.”
Tony turned his eyes toward his older brother and tried not to be moved by the shimmer of tears in his eyes. “You’re right, T-bird. I don’t have a right. I abandoned you. I should never have left, and I don’t deserve to be your brother anymore. I’d like to be though. Whatever you have going on here… I’ll back you. Whatever these guys are doing with mom and Senior, whatever reason you have Spencer cuffed to a chair, I will back you. Tell me what you want me to do. If you don’t have the answers, just do what you always do. Go with it until you do.”
Tony stared hard at his brother. The fear and anger and almost overwhelming relief mixing inside of him. “I am so fucking mad at you. I was so fucking scared you’d never come back. Go guard Spencer. I don’t trust him anymore. He’s… he’s changed too much for me to believe he’ll do anything but try and stop this. He’s… just keep him in the chair and quiet. He’s caused enough problems for me while you’ve been gone.”
Aaron nodded and lifted a hand to touch his brother’s shoulder. Tony tensed waiting for it but watched as he just dropped it back to his side. He didn’t know if he was relieved, disappointed, or both.
Crossing to where Jim and Bobby stood, Tony stopped between the two of them. Holding out his hands, he took a deep breath. “You each need to take one of my hands. I can help. I can’t explain it, and I don’t understand how but… I just…. Take my hand.”
Closing his eyes, Tony tried to find the thread that was pulling at him. Not knowing what he was doing, Tony grabbed the fragile end and followed it like a trail of bread crumbs through a forest. When he got to the end, he saw the part of himself where he kept the bits he’d gotten from his Angel. Reaching out in his mind, he grabbed the glowing ball of light and held on as the exorcism started back up in the study.
“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te…cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare…Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis…Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine…quem inferi tremunt…Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.”
It was like what he imagined being caught in a tornado would feel like. He could feel the violent forces battling in him and around him. He could hear a roar, and when he opened his eyes he saw a black cloud like stuff pouring out of his parents’ mouths. Inhumane shrieks echoed off the walls as the things sought safety, but there was nowhere to go. Somehow, he knew that someday there would be another part. When he found his other half, he knew that they’d be able to kill these things forever. Today wasn’t that day though. So, for now, they were left to be swallowed up into the pit of fire that opened in the floor sending them back to where they belonged.
Finally, it was over. His parents were dead. The demons inhabiting their bodies were sent back to hell. Aaron was home, and Spencer hadn’t been harmed. All that was left were the scars and the pain. He could only hope that they would heal with time.
Tony released Pastor Jim and Bobby’s hands and feeling like he was trying to walk through wet cement made his way back to the couch.
“What’d you do, kid? I thought that you couldn’t do an exorcism.” Tony looked to Singer blinking at the older man.
“I didn’t do the exorcism. You and Pastor Jim did. I didn’t say a word. I just kind of gave you a direct connection sorta between yourselves and my Angel.”
“So, you’re like an Angel powered signal booster?” Bobby asked sounding more than a little skeptical, and Tony shrugged. He had kinda gotten used to it. It wasn’t that he accepted it, but more like he chose to ignore it. That “I told you so” was going to feel good when he got to say it.
“I guess basically. Can I get some orange juice or something?”
“I’ll get it, son,” Jim offered and headed toward the kitchen.
“I am hallucinating,” Spencer said from the corner. “Tony must have drugged me, and I’m hallucinating. None of this is logical or possible. This has to be a trick somehow.”
Tony turned his head toward his younger brother feeling nothing but disbelief.
“Jesus Christ, you’re a fuckin’ pig-headed brat,” Bobby spat drawing the attention of the three brothers.
Tony felt the sofa dip and noticed Aaron moved to sit next to him. This time when his brother reached out, the touch connected. It was as if he could feel his brother’s love and concern for him flowing through the contact. He’d never felt anything like it before and wondered if it was something else his Angel had gifted him with.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bobby moving to stand in front of Spencer. A part of him felt like he should be interjecting himself into the situation. It was the tiny piece seep inside of himself that still believed the kid brother he loved so much still existed.
The larger part of himself was more than content to sit back and watch the train wreck that was unfolding. The older man had stopped in front of the chair that Spencer was still restrained to.
“You have got to be the biggest idjit that I have ever met in my life. Lemme tell you that is a goddamned accomplishment on your part considering I know John Winchester and both of his fool boys.”
“I’m a genius,” Spencer corrected frowning up at the man.
“Whoopie fucking shit, kid. What in God’s name does that have to do with you bein’ a damned snot nosed idjit? You can have all the damned book smarts in the world, but if you can’t take any of that knowledge and use it to help people then it ain’t doin’ you a lick of good.”
“Your brother here has spent the last three plus years getting’ his ass kicked along with other ungodly things to protect your ungrateful ass. You just sat here and watched us exorcize demons from the dead bodies of your parents. Instead of apologizing to him for your bullshit and thank him for keeping you safe, you accuse him of drugging you. You know what? You’re right.”
Bobby took off his ballcap and ran a hand over his balding head before putting it back on.
“The Winchesters are the three biggest idjit pains in my ass I’ve ever met. One concept that they’ve never had to learn though is to be thankful for family. Those boys may bicker like five-year old’s, but they’d never go through what your brother just did without offering a thank you and a goddamned hug.
“You are an ungrateful, spiteful, spoiled, and self-absorbed little boy. I’m not gonna say that I believe all the nonsense that’s comin’ outta you’[re brother’s mouth. Personally, I think that he’s not playing with a full deck of cards when it comes to this Angel bullshit, but that ain’t got jack shit to do with you being an obnoxious brat.”
When Jim handed him the glass of juice, Tony startled slightly. He was more than a little surprised at Singer’s defense. It must have been plain to see on his face because the Pastor just smiled and winked before moving away.
“Now kid, it’s time that you pulled your head out of your ass, and let some air out of that overinflated ego of yours. Newsflash! Demons are real. You just watched a fuckin exorcism. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, shadow people, shape shifters and a shit load more are all real. It’s time you started usin’ them brains of yours for somethin’ useful. It’s also time that you showed a little gratitude and learned some humility. If you were my kid, your ass’d be red right now.
“It sucks that you gotta learn alla this at 15. It could be worse though. Just ask your brother Tony.”
Too tired to listen anymore, Tony stood and left the room. Carrying his juice, he made his way to his bedroom shutting the door behind him. After loading up the CD player with Savage Garden and Matchbox Twenty, he propped himself up against the headboard of his bed and stared out the window letting his mind wander. He wanted to think about anything but what had happened, and found his thoughts going to a boy with brown shaggy hair and dimples when he smiled.
Several hours later his eyes were gritty and his head hurt from the swirl of thoughts that wouldn’t still. Because he’d heard the others talking out in the hallway, he knew that Pastor Jim was sleeping in Spencer’s room and that his younger brother had been taken back to their hotel with Singer.
He appreciated the space they were giving him. He’d spent so long focused on almost nothing but protecting Spencer and feeling like a complete failure at it that he hadn’t realized just exactly how mad he was at the kid. Unlike Aaron, Spencer had been there. He’d seen things first hand. Sure, Tony tried to keep as much as he could from him, but there had been enough that had slipped out into the open that there shouldn’t have been any reason to question Tony’s claims.
But, instead, he put on blinders and couldn’t even offer comfort and support behind closed doors. Tony was trying desperately to chalk it up to age and immaturity. It wasn’t helping much though at that point. Tony had effectively been fighting demons and Spencer, too. He needed to not have to be so angry at one of them anymore. He needed something of his relationship with his big brother back. Somewhere in a part of his mind, he wondered if Spencer ever felt like that. Stubbornly he shoved that away though because there was no way to know the answer to that.
When Tony was little and he got scared in the middle of the night, he’d run down the hall to Aaron’s room. There had never been a question of being let in. The door had always been left open just for such a situation. Until a few years back, he’d always done the same for Spencer. At some point, after Aaron left at the end of his leave, his younger brother had stopped coming in, and eventually, the door had closed at night. It had been kept firmly closed ever since, though he couldn’t help but wonder what that said.
Getting up, he crossed to the door, and opening it stood looking up and down the hallway. The house was dark and quiet. He could almost hear the echo of the unspeakable things that had happened there. Suddenly, he had the urge to just burn it all down.
Moving down the hall, he stopped at Aaron’s door. Aaron’s wide-open door. He found himself choked up from the rush of emotion at the sight. Even after everything, it was still open. Briefly, he wondered if he’d ever be able to be as good of a brother to Spencer as Aaron was to him. Rubbing his hands over his face, he took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down and then stepped up to stand in the doorway.
Aaron’s bed sat where it always had in one of the corners of the room with the headboard and one side touching walls. There was a window on the wall that ran the length of the bed. When he was little he’d crawl over the baseboard, and up the bed to get under the covers. Aaron had always kept himself between Tony and the monsters chasing him in the dark.
That was until his big brother ran away and left Tony with monsters worse than the ones that used to hide under his mattress.
Moving his gaze off the empty side of the queen bed, Tony saw Aaron watching him in the moonlight.
“Monsters are real.”
“I know, T. I’m so sorry.” Aaron offered. The remorse in his voice sounded real, but Tony wasn’t sure that he trusted himself and his judgment anymore.
“I failed,” Tony whispered hanging his head and feeling like the child that he once was.
“You didn’t,” Aaron disagreed trying to draw Tony’s attention away from his self-doubt.
“Look at what he’s become!” Tony protested. “Bobby’s right. He’s ungrateful, spiteful, spoiled, and self-absorbed. I did that somehow. You put me in charge of protecting him and look what happened.”
“Yes, please, look what happened, T-bird. He’s alive. None of those things were caused by anything that hurt him. All that I can tell that happened is some manipulation. I spoke with him after you left the room. He confessed that they never once touched him negatively. No beatings. No verbal abuse. No rape. You achieved your mission. He’s a 15-year-old. I don’t know about you, but I remember being a pain in the ass when I was that age. This isn’t on you. I let you down. I left you with a man I hated. This cluster isn’t on you.”
“I’m scared,” Tony whispered and he could just barely make out his brother nodding in the darkness.
“So am I,” Aaron confessed then pulled back the blankets on the empty side of the bed between himself and the wall. “Come tell me about it.”
Nodding, Tony pushed away from the door jamb he’d leaned on, and after crossing the room climbed over the baseboard, and crawled under the covers. Once settled and laying on his side looking at his brother, he started the story of the dreams that were really visions, which led to the story of an Angel that had visited them both.
“So, you said that he gave you things? Like what? Just the visions, or are there other things? And, what are these visions of? Does this guy even have a name?”
“Dude! Slow down with the questions already. Let’s see. I am sure that he has a name, but he won’t tell me what it is yet. He says that revealing it at the wrong time would put both him and me in danger. I have decided recently though that I am going to call him James Bond until he does.”
Tony could hear the faint chuckle from Aaron. “I am sure he’ll be thrilled to find out that you’ve named him after a British fictional spy. Not everyone with a British accent works for MI6 you know. I thought you got over that when you were 6.”
“One never gives up the belief that James Bond is real, Hotchner. I just stopped arguing with you when it became clear that you weren’t going to stop being a Doubting Thomas. Besides, someone that hot had to be a British spy at some point.”
Getting back to the questions, Tony considered them before answering. “I don’t know what else there is, but I think maybe there’s some kind of Empathic abilities. When you touched me tonight, I could literally feel your love and concern for me. I’d never felt it before though.”
“You’ve never felt love from Spencer?” Aaron asked surprised, and Tony sighed.
“He doesn’t ever touch me anymore. Sometimes it… sometimes I wonder if it’s his germ thing, or if he thinks that I’m dirty.”
“Stop,” Aaron ordered softly but firmly. “It is not your fault. You were a year older than he is now when I enlisted. You are not responsible for whatever is going on with him. I don’t like it any more than you do, but I am not going to allow you to play this guilt game anymore over it.”
“I miss him so fucking much, Aaron, but at the same time, I am so fucking mad that he just… even though he was in the same house he left me, too. I feel like our relationship is horribly permanently damaged. I don’t know how… I don’t see a path back to what we had, and it’s killing me inside. Even though right now I can’t stand the thought of even looking at him.”
“We’ll fix it. It may not ever be what it was, and maybe it shouldn’t be. As long as there is a want on your part, then there’s a hope. Now, what else can you do?”
Tony lay quietly before speaking. He was trying to get used to this idea that it wasn’t all his fault, and at least Aaron didn’t blame him. Spencer was a subject that he just simply couldn’t think about that night, but maybe… He’d always trusted Aaron to be right before. Maybe he could find a way to do so, again.
“I don’t know what all else I can do just yet. James doesn’t tell me everything. He says that I’m not ready. He says that once I’ve found everyone that I need to help me then he will. Something bad is coming though I know. I don’t know when or what it is, but it’s really not good. The visions cover just about everything. James and the future and Bobby’s wife getting possessed. I saw some demon bitch kill Pastor Jim, and I see a lot of this other guy. I think that we have to find him, Aaron. I think…”
“What do you think, Tony?” Aaron prompted when he stopped speaking.
“I think that he and I are connected in some way. Like… like whatever I am he is too only opposite. Like maybe some yin and yang thing. Like we need each other if we’re going to beat this whatever is coming.”
“Then we’ll find him. Someway or somehow, we’ll find him. You have my word.” Aaron promised earnestly. Tony wanted to believe him. He wanted to be able to trust his word again, but too much had happened. It made him incredibly sad that maybe possibly he’d lost his hero.
“I’m mad at you for leaving us here with him. Even before the fucking demons they were crap parents. I don’t understand how you could possibly think that it’d be better for us without you here. When so many times you were all we had. We needed you, and you left us. You left us and the real monsters came and let me tell you they were brutal and ruthless and everything you’d imagine a demon would be.
“I was so scared. I thought that you’d come back in a fucking box, and it would be my fault because I hadn’t done something, or obeyed some order. They said that they’d take Spencer, too, and I’d never see him again. So many things happened while you were away. I don’t think that I’ll ever be able to find all my pieces. I’m afraid that I’m just going to be this broken thing forever.”
“I don’t blame you for being mad, or for not trusting me anymore,” Aaron admitted. “I know you didn’t say it, but I could tell you were thinking it a bit ago. I wouldn’t trust me if I were you. We’ll find our way back though, T-bird, and we’ll get Spencer back somehow. We won’t stop trying until we do.”
“I want to do what they do,” Tony admitted hoping and needing Aaron to not just understand but be willing to help. “Bobby and Pastor Jim, I mean. I need to do what they do. I think… I think that I am supposed to do what they do.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do. We’ll hang out here for a year or two until Spencer graduates. Then we’ll give him a chance to come with us or go to college. He’s not had a walk in the park either even if he’s being a brat. He deserves the chance to determine his own path. We’ll make it, Tony. And we’ll save the whole world along the way if we have to.”
Someday Tony would look back on that moment, and wonder if Aaron was having visions of his own. In the moment though he just laid his head down and went to sleep, content knowing that his hero had returned home to keep him safe from the monsters not just under his bed.
The next morning, Tony was standing in the kitchen watching Pastor Jim fill a thermos with coffee. He didn’t know what to say to this man who had helped set him free, and believed when no one else had.
“Thank you doesn’t seem to be enough for what you’ve done for me.”
“It was my pleasure, my son.” The pastor assured him putting the top on the thermos. Tony followed him to the door, but put a hand on his arm to stop him before he could leave. When the older man turned to look at him questioningly, Tony barreled on with what had been on his mind all morning.
“There’s going to be a woman come to your church. You’ll be at the altar looking through your bible when a gust of wind will go through the church even though there are no open windows. She will be short and petite with short cut blonde hair. You’ll come out from the altar, and she’ll say that she needs to talk. She’ll admit that she’s done not so good things. You’ll try to assure her of forgiveness, and ask what is on her mind. She’ll admit to killing someone as her eyes turn black. I don’t know much beyond that except that you end up dead.
“Don’t worry though. Aaron and I are not going to let that happen.”
“You two are going to become hunters?”
Tony shrugged and bit his lip thinking the question over before answering. “Aaron and I at least, yeah. I think that I have to, and he’s promised that he’ll help me. I am trying to find a way to trust his word.”
“It’s a calling for some of us,” Jim agreed. “I have left my phone number and the church’s address in the kitchen. If you or your brothers need me, I am but a call away. I will be greatly upset if you disappear on me Anthony DiNozzo. You are special, and not because of those extras that your Angel gave you. Please know that you will always have sanctuary at my church in Blue Earth.”
Impulsively, Tony gave the man a hug. The peace and affection he felt for the man made it worth the contact. When he pulled away, the pastor placed a hand on his shoulder and then walked off toward the car where Bobby was waiting. He felt Aaron walk up behind him as he watched the two men drive away. It was a new beginning. He had a mission, even if he didn’t know exactly what it was, and he refused to fail.
Author’s note – Exorcism and translation thanks to Supernatural Wiki: “We exorcise you, every impure spirit, every satanic power, every incursion of the infernal adversary, every legion, every congregation and diabolical sect. Therefore, diabolical legions, we adjure you … Cease to deceive human creatures, and to give to them the poison of eternal damnation; … Be gone, Satan, inventor and master of all deceit, enemy of man’s salvation … Be humble under the mighty hand of God; tremble and flee when we invoke the Holy and Terrible Name at which those down below tremble … … from the snares of the devil, deliver us, O Lord . V. That Thy Church may serve Thee in peace and liberty to serve, we ask Thee, hear us.”