His hair was black in the rain. Or maybe I imagined that part… either way it was dark. The air was suffocating and I couldn't see. Breath in and out, but it's not working. It's as though something is wrong with me. I lift my leg to run and lurch forward abruptly but charge on.
"Dean!" I call, but it is to no avail, as there is no response. The rain pours into my eyes and blurs my vision. It covers my ears and locks out all the sounds of the world. This isn't rain at all, I realize. My gut begins to churn… something here isn't right.
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I awoke with a start, that was an odd dream. Not that my dreams are any surprise nowadays. I live a life of killing things that are already dead. What the fuck is up with that. Why, literally just why. I gave up my dream college for this bullshit. The second Dean wakes up though my brain actually awakens and I realize that him and Jessica are the real reason I'm still in this. I stand up and roll the covers of the bed back to the pillows. I stretch, yawn a little, and avoid the aggressive pain in my lower back. Which would happen to be courtesy of a salt and burn gone peppery and wet. A quick walk to the shower and I'm alone with my thoughts.
The water pours down my face, into my eyes and ears and suddenly I'm struck with that same feeling from that dream. That feeling that something is wrong, that Dean is in danger. I shower quickly and move on with my day. It's probably nothing anyways.
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"Sam! What the hell was that?" Dean is yelling in my face. I can't help but zone out and just not answer. A fog is glazing over my mind, and I honestly just can't seem to give a damn about anything. I feel a rough blow. A punch to be exact, right to the jaw.
"Come on man! Answer me!" A million things are going through my mind but what I say is none of them.
"The rain is coming." And the rain did come, but not how we expected.
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"Bobby something is wrong with Sam …. He's just- Well how am I supposed to know? He said something about the rain. The rain is coming. Maybe it's the psychic crap? … He's just not right, it's like he's not here. He's right in front of me, but he doesn't talk, he doesn't eat. Hell I doubt he sleeps. … I don't know. …. I said I don't know …. Bobby something is wrong, I gotta go, I'll call you later."
Dean didn't realize I had overheard his conversation, that's good. I can work with that. I walk into the motel room with two black coffees. I've taken one sip when the door of the motel is busted in.
There's a click of a shotgun, and Dean looks pissed. I turn slowly to look at whoever has just intruded and I am legitimately disappointed. Two of John's old hunting buddies, what a shame. At least a visit from the policer would have been fun.
"We're here for him" They say to Dean as the gesture with their guns to me. Then they walk up and hit him with the butt of the gun. Hard and fast, he didn't stand a chance. Now I'm the only conscious half of our brotherly monster fighting duo. But that doesn't matter because I'm being tied up right now and can't do anything to help Dean anyways. I'm dragged into a van and then they hit me with the shotgun too.
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The room I wake up in is dark, it seems to be cement. Cement floors, walls and ceiling, all a dark grey. I shut my eyes and block out the aggressive headache. That doesn't last long though, only a few moments of solemn solitude. Then the door opens, and I believe a nightmare would've ensued, but I was too tired to care. I've been like that all the time lately.
The men walk in with a metal pipe. They are very quick to getting what they want, which would be my shoe and my sock no longer on my foot. I know about this form of torture.
"Last chance kid, tell us what you know about the rain. You're the only psychic left, you gotta know. Demonic freak." It's all I can do not to laugh in their face, their games seem so… petty to me. I shrug at them.
"You brought this on yourself." There is a quick whoosh and a sharp crack as the metal pipe smashes into the bottom of my foot, and finally whatever has been wrong with me is fixed. The indifferent mask that was pulled over me was gone.
What the hell could have been going on that I couldn't feel anything. What's going on with this rain? Where am I? My thoughts are racing now that I'm finally back at full capacity, and then I register the pain. It is excruciating. I let out a yelp, and then bite my tongue.
"Tell us what you know!" One of the two demanded.
"I don't know anything!"
"Oh that's bullshit and you know it. Tell us what you saw psychic boy."
Whoosh crack whoosh crack whoosh crack I am breathless by the end of the three swings of aggressive pain.
"I don't know anything!" I yell.
"Kid we're just getting started." By the end of the hour I had taken over 80 blows to the feet, and each one hurt more than the last.
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Sorry for such a short first chapter! Let me know what you think and I will make the next one longer