Whispers In The Dark
Chapter No. 1 -- Nothin' Good About Goodbye
"No. No. No. No. No. No! Don't go saying shit like that! You are not going to die. So stop saying you are and just wait 'till Sammy get's back with some help," Dean Winchester shouted angrily towards his severely injured Father.
"Dean, stop lying to yourself," order his Father, with a harsh tone that stopped Dean's raving for the moment.
Dean remained silent as he took the time to once again examine his Father's horribly disfigured body. His stomach twisted at the pool of blood on the floor that surrounded the both of them like a moat; that continued to grow by the second. He glanced down at his hands that were completely covered in his Father's blood, as he tried to apply even more pressure to the wound he was already pressing as hard as physically possible against.
Entranced by the bright red, Dean became lost in his thoughts as he tired to deny with his whole being that his father was going to die; that there was no ritual that existed in the world that would allow Dean to save his Father. That he was going to have to accept that this time he was truly loosing his Father, for good.
Dean snapped out his daze when he heard the sound of two heavy pieces of metal grinding against each other. He went on high alert. He swore to himself if that mother fucking demon decided to came back then he was going to use the Cobalt on it, despite the fact that the last shot in the gun was already booked and registered to be shot through the new Head Demon's head.
Only when Sam came sprinting around the corner did Dean slightly relax. He tensed right back up again when he looked back down at his Father's face and saw that he was struggling to breath and his eyes were barely open.
Sam skidded to a halt beside his brother on the floor, not caring that he sent the blood everywhere; Dean didn't even flinch when some of it went across his face, he just stared intently as his Father's face, soaking in what he could of his Father's face and storing it away in his memory bank while he still had the chance. Sam soon got in on the action and pressed down on a wound that Dean wasn't able to cover, his hands quickly becoming coated in blood.
The boy's Father acknowledged that both his sons where here and it was time to say what he needed to say while he still the chance and the ability to communicate with them. He tried clearing his throat to grab their attention. He was shocked when both of them instantly responded and looked his right in the eye, giving him their undivided attention.
"Have you boy's got my latest notebook?" the Father questioned.
As soon as he had finished speaking he began wheezing for air. He was surprised at how much energy it had taken him to speak that one mere sentence; but he did take into account at the toll it was going to take on him to get this across to his sons.
"Now's not that time to be crappin' on about some old note book, Dad!"
"Dean, shut the fuck up already!" Sam shouted out of frustration at his brother. "No, we haven't got it. Where is it?"
"I-it's back at the ho-," the Father was beginning to wheeze with every breath that he took.
"Shhh. It's back at the hotel?" Sam soothed his Father, not wanting to see him going through any more pain than necessary.
Dean's clenched his jaw, keeping back a very large stream of curses that would most likely work; he hated the situation more then he hated demons in general.
"T-there's more…"
"What else is there, huh? You want to spill all the secrets you've never thought we weren't enough to hear? Sorry Pop's, but it looks like you aren't going to have time!" Dean had been unable to hold it.
Sam growled and shot daggers at Dean, warning him for the very last time to keep his big mouth shut and let their Father finish talking. Obviously whatever the Father was trying to tell them had to be important if he wasn't going to carry this secret to his grave, along with the many others that he hadn't shared.
Dean let go of his Father's wound and leant back slightly; closing his eyes and taking a deep breath and running his hands through his hair as he rushed to calm himself down. Sam took no notice of what Dean was doing and continued to fire questions at his Father.
"Dad! What else is there?"
"Sam, you and Dean have to find…" The Father began to slowly close his eyes, welcoming death as he slowly felt the sensation of it slowly working its way through his system.
Dean came back into the conversation and started off where Sam had left off. "The notebook?"
"No. A person!" Even at his deathbed his Father was annoyed at his son's manner of intelligence.
"Who, specifically?"
"Are they in the notebook?"
Sam shot out random questions. The second one received a nod.
"Tell us who, damn it!" snapped Dean once more.
Using the last remains of his strength the Father thrust open his eyes to get one last look at his sons and coughed out with his last few breaths, "You have to find her! The w-world depends on it!"
"Who the fuck is 'her'?" Dean asked softer, finally admitting to himself that the next words that his Father spoke were going to be his last so he might as well pay attention.
"Your sister." With those final words, the Father finally gave up and gratefully greeted the chance pf finally being reunited with his wife.
3 Days Later…
The Boys had found the hotel no problem. The actual trouble was trying to figure out where their recently deceased Father had hidden the damn thing.
So far they had gone through the whole room that he had been staying in, yet they had come up with nothing. And so they were forced to wait their until they found the book; stuck in the pits of their own misery and unable to escape.
Dean hadn't really said anything and was trying to deny that he had actually given stuff about his Father dying. Like he didn't give a stuff about having a long lost sister that he had just found out about it. Sam was at least attempting to get his head around it, but so far he was doing a rather low-grade job.
It had just started raining and Dean's gaze was fixed on the TV trying to make pictures out of the hotel's fuzzy reception, while Sam stared out the window, desperately trying to figure out where his Father might have hidden the notebook.
Sam reached a decision and decided that it was time to crack the nut, before the shell got any tougher.
"Dean, did you know that we had a sister?"
"Nope."
"God, Dean. You do this every time. Whenever something's to hard to face you seize up just because you don't want to deal with it! Your afraid to admit that you might be scared of something normal!" Sam purposefully was gunning for a big reaction.
"If you say so…" Dean lazily looked over his shoulder at Sam.
Dean sighed and continued on, "'Sides Sam, if we can't find this damn book than we can kiss good bye any chance of ever seeing our long lost sister."
Sam was beginning to finally feel his bad mood that he had being hovering on all day start to sink in, "I know, Dean."
"Okay, just pointing it out."
There was silence for a few minutes but Dean broke it, "You know if this sister chick of ours is hot then I am seriously going to b-"
"Are you purposefully trying to piss me off?" Sam rubbed the bridge of his nose and kept his eyes open to glare at Dean.
"Mission complete," Dean chuckled before a loud noise and announcement demanded his attention and sucked him back into watching the TV.
Sam sighed and sat down on the edge of one of two king beds. He gazed long and hard at the cheesy hotel spread, with its bad colours and horrible patterns that went out of date in the late 1800's maybe. He got feed up with that and went to slam his head into the pillow but his head collided with something hard.
He jerked right back up, not letting out any sounds of pain, he glanced over to Dean to see if he had heard the collision of the two hard surfaces; but Dean's eyes remained glued to the TV.
Sam cautiously moved his hands under the pillow, figuring that's where the object was. When he gripped it he pulled it out slowly and was met by a tatty looking old notebook that filled to the brim with newspaper cuttings.
"I found it!" Sam voiced his discovery to Dean.
Dean instantly leapt up and crossed the room to where Sam was sitting on the bed with book in lap just staring at it. He stopped by the bed's side. So that when Sam opened it he would have a good view of the content, which looked like it was millions of newspaper cuttings and even a few feathers and other things stuck in here and there.
Dean grew impatient and growled at Sam, "Gonna open it or you gonna wait all day for it to open itself?"
Snapping out of it, Sam opened the first page and looked down. His eyes widened at the picture and the wording…all of it really. Dean was just as shocked. Both of them had even managed to stop breath.
On the inside was a picture of their mother holding twin, a boy and a girl. The boy was Sam and the girl was apparently named Alexandra Winchester.
What really caught their attention was that the baby girl had a pair of wings sprouting from her back and the headline under the photo read, 'Parent's Desperate Plea For Their Little Angel To Be Returned!'
Dean rubbed his eyes and gained some composure before Sam did and flipped the book to the last page where the latest headline glared up at them, 'Bird Children Spotted Again Over New York!'
Sam looked up at a grinning Dean and blinked Dean grinned back and clapped his hands together genuinely happy, causing Sam to jump. "New York, Baby! Yea Ha! Sammie, finally some decent bars and some chicks and we are some of the seriously luckiest pricks in the world!"
"Yeah, lucky…" Sam murmured as he fingered a humongous feather that was larger than any feather that could belong to a bird. It was beautiful how the slight gold flecks in the under toned tan of the feather caught the light.
He had a sneaking feeling that it belong to his long lost twin…the one that he was about to find in New York City.
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