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This is my Sequel to Moonlight Son. Ive given myself a challenge to write longer, more detailed chapters. Also! if you have any ideas, im open to suggestions. Comments make me write faster! ;)
Chapter One – Back In Flames
Sam gasped, his chest heaving. Blinding sunlight sent shocks of pain through his retinas. Next to him, Dean was panting, his shoulders shaking with each struggled breath. The two were still holding hands… hands not claws. Sam's arms were tan and slightly hairy, not a spike or chunks of fur. Dean looked up at him with green apple eyes. Sam's hair was clean, not matted and overly long, no jutting horns. Around them, trees were on their sides and singed, fire licked in tiny embers. The downed trees encircled the Winchesters.
Slowly, limbs shaking the brothers got to their feet. The two small wooden crosses stood tall, the sun beating down on them cast long shadows over the ground. If they had looked back at their shadows they would see giant horns, talons, and tails in place of their human-like forms. Sam and Dean looked around, they have yet to speak a word. Their vocal cords didn't seem to want to work.
Raspy and hardly above a whisper, Dean began. "Sammy? Did you do this?"
Sam shook his head. "No Dean. I had nothing to do with this."
Sam squinted at Dean's skin then, a bright red freshly burnt hand print was on his arm. Upon closer inspection, Sam could see a patchwork of burns over Dean's and his own body. Some of them even looked like feathers, giant fingers, and arms. The bottoms of their feet were black as coals and small tendrils of smoke seemed to dance under their skin up to their hips like that of veins.
"What the Hell?" Dean looked himself over, his mouth wide open.
"Exactly… Hell… something spit us out." Sam observed. Dean scoffed.
"No shit. What would do that and why? And going through the trouble of building us new bodies? Cause I guarantee dad burned us." Dean laughed harshly and walked to the edge of the clearing. "Look! They even left us clothes. YOU FORGOT SHOES!"
Sam couldn't help joining in laughter. "I don't know. Maybe it was Ruby?"
"Right… like she has that kind of juice."
"Well then who?" Sam asked, pulling on the simple grey t-shirt and denim jeans.
"Don't know. Let's head to Bobby's, figure out where we are and what time it is." Dean grimaced at the feel of clothing after so long, it itched and rubbed in all the wrong places.
"Alright that will work." Sam looked down at his hands. "How am I human though? Or am I?"
"Don't know, Sam… look. Let's answer all these questions later. For now… we don't have shoes and this is going to suck." Dean growled like his demon form and stalked off. Sam grinned, before trotting after his brother.
The sun burned and their throats were dry. Stickers, thorns and rocks tried to hitch a ride on their bare feet. Dirt clogged up their bloody feet, and yet they kept going. This wasn't worse than Hell after all. Gradually, their shirts became stained in sweat and they appeared on a dirt road. It was a straight shot from there to an old, empty gas station. The brothers never spoke, they didn't have the energy. The 80 heat was intense enough to burn and the little fluid that they had quickly evaporated. When they entered the store, they gave a collective sigh of relief.
Water, cool refreshing water was poured down their throats and over their heads, the precious liquid rejuvenating them. The food was a bonus and Sam and Dean sat down on the tiled floor, enjoying their meal. The two sat shoulder to shoulder, talking about their next game plan when Sam's ears perked.
He could hear something, he heard it in Hell, several times actually. And most clearly by that deep freezing pit of black… the voice that cooed to him. Next to him, Dean was getting to his feet. Things were shaking, glass cracking, Sam slammed his eyes shut as a pure light poured through each window. The sound has started out soft and was rising in pitch and volume. Sam bared his teeth, his essence squirming. A deep baritone rumble started in his chest, his wolf thrashed under his skin, growling. When he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the sound disappeared, a soft ringing all that was left.
Sam and Dean stared wide eyed at each other, Dean coughed "What was that?"
"Our ride out of Hell?"
"What?" Dean asked, his eyes crinkling.
"I heard that often in Hell. I… I tried to avoid the sound." Sam shrugged, and stumbled to his feet.
"Lets get out of here." Dean grabbed his brother's arm and hauled himself to his feet. As they left the shop, all that was left behind were bloody footprints and shattered glass.