Afterlife
I am currently writing three fics at the moment lol there are so many ideas in my head right now! I don't really like this first chapter because it comes across as being a little repetitive but please tell me what you think, thanks:)
Like walking into a dream, so unlike what you've seen
So unsure but it seems, 'cause we've been waiting for you
Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste
Of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway
I don't belong here, we gotta move on dear
Escape from this afterlife
(afterlife - avenged sevenfold)
Dean tried to turn his head, a look of panic in his eyes. This was it; this was the afterlife. This was hell. He didn't belong here. He wondered where Sam was. He though that he was ready, he thought that he was cut out for this. He thought that Sam was going to come for him. But the voices said different things. They said that Sam didn't care, he was going to sit by and do nothing while he burned in hell. Dean didn't believe them; he didn't want to believe them. The voices said other things as well. They said that it was going to get worse, he wasn't in hell yet. He still had to fall and when he did he would experience the true meaning of hell. Dean didn't know what that meant. He just wanted to some to free him of these chains and take him away from this place. He didn't know how long he'd been here. He didn't care he just wanted out. However Dean knew that it wasn't that simple. Sam couldn't just click his fingers and suddenly Dean would be on Earth. Dean shuddered as a bright orange flame danced in front of his eyes. He blinked and suddenly it wasn't there anymore. Dean didn't want to burn in hell. What if he'd been wrong? What if Sam had powers and that he could save him after all?
"Sam" he yelled, "SAM!"
Sam shot up quickly, his clothes drenched in sweat. He'd had another nightmare about dean, At least that's what he thought they were. Nightmares. He looked down and he saw that he was shaking. Sam couldn't bear to see his brother like that. Even if it wasn't real although he got the feeling that it was in fact real and that what he saw was reality. 'Keep on fighting' was what Dean had said. But Sam didn't want to fight; not if Dean wasn't fighting with him. What if Ruby had been right? What if he did have powers - what if he could save Dean but he didn't even know it yet? What if? Sam was sick of those two words. They were meaningless. He either had powers or he didn't. He had been stupid to think that his powers had just vanished when they killed the YED. Even Bobby had noticed something, when they took the dream root. Dormant. There had to be some sort of trigger. He knew that Dean wouldn't want him to suddenly start using his power, then again Dean didn't even think that he had powers. Sam banged his hand on the table on anger. He winced as he felt the impact of the table' he'd been doing that a lot lately. He felt the lump in his throat rising. There'd been so much he wanted to say to Dean. But fate hadn't allowed him to. Sam thought about that for a moment. No, not fate - Lilith. Sam pushed his hair out of his eyes. He could hear Dean crying out in agony, yelling out his name. It all got too much for Sam and the tears fell down now. Beneath the tears there was something much colder. Sam's face remained blank, a indifferent but hardened expression on his face. He was going to save his brother; he didn't care what it would take.
I'm stuck in parallel worlds, it's something supernatural, It wont let me go,
It's paranormal, and no one else believes me,
I feel so alone again.
Sometimes Sam did feel as though he and Dean had lived in a Parallel World. And now Dean was in another realm of this parallel world. Sam wondered what it was like - the afterlife, hell. Dean had died and he'd died because of him. There were no words to explain the pain that Sam felt now. He didn't quite know how he'd made it through this last year. The pain had always been there but since Dean had died it seemed to have intensified. Had it always been like this? Had the fact that Dean had been still alive masked some of the pain? Sam didn't know; he liked to believe that the pain had made him feel stronger. Now he knew how Dean had felt when Dad had died for him. They'd killed the YED and now Sam was going to kill Lilith. He knew that it wouldn't be easy. But he'd seen the look on her face after she'd tried and failed to kill him. She was terrified of Sam. Sam merely saw that as an advantage. He was going to get Dean out of there. No one was going to get in his way.
Sam was doing what he'd been doing for that past two weeks, siting at the desk staring into space. Sam Winchester was broken. He was angry and hurt and blind to all reason. Somehow 'Keep on fighting' had turned into something more sinister. Sam was prepared to go out and kill anyone who got in his way. It was his fault, his mess; he had to make things right again. He was ready; ready to fight. He stood up and grabbed his things and he left. That same cold, blank expression on his face.