You're Not Alone

By 7sTar


Author's notes: I have a shot story for you, time and locus are left to you to consider. Enjoy it. I just find another story here titled"You're not alone" as well, so I changed the title on the list to "Not Alone". Thank you guys,River Tam Fan,JA-JA-DA, Moonfairyhime, supernaturalfan0718,for your reviews, I re-upload this story cause something wrong that I can't find my story on the listing.

Category: Angst/Adventure

Rating: T

Summary: Something attacked Sam and Dean when they settled in a motel on their trip. Sam was kidnapped by the monster and Dean must save him no matter he's alive or not.

Warning: Some tortures, but not dark.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Sam and Dean, I just write this just for fun. Please don't sue me.


You're Not Alone (A)

"S-aaaa-m!" Dean shouted his hoarse at the motel's broken windows, struggled himself to stand up from the floor, but the huge figure had gone, with his baby brother, Sam. Feeling the pain in the chest, Dean wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his wrist and brushed the dusty from his clothes. Then he heard the noise, a group of people rushed into his room.

"Are you ok, child?" A one-eyed old man asked, who held a riffle in his hand and followed by a lot of people all armed with something as their weapons.

"I'm alright," Dean frowned looking at the group of people, "What's that?"

"Berserker!" The old man walked over to where Dean standing, checked his wound, "A monster, which attacked the nearby towns every now and then."

"Berserker?" Dean forced a weak smirk gulping the pain in his body, "Viking warrior?"

"No, child," the old man said with a grin, "this is we call it. It's Herculean, atrocious. It's a devil!"

"My brother, Sam, was caught by it," Dean felt his throat dry, "I must get him back!"

"Child," the man slightly patted Dean on the shoulder, pity in his voice, "I'm afraid your brother was dead. The monster eats people."

"No!" Dean jumped a little yelling. He stared at the old man, water twinkling in his wide opened eyes, "Sam's not dead, I must find him!"

"Easy, child," the man sighed, "I can help you. I'm Albert."

"I'm Dean," Dean replied with a nod, "Why do you help me?"

"I wanna kill it too," Albert pressed his hand on his blind eye, "it excavated my left eye forty years ago."

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Sam jerked up for the feeling of chill wind blowing across his face. He sat up and took his cell phone out of his pocket,found himself in a big cave by the phone's faint light. No one else in the cave except him. Rubbing his eyes he remembered that something attacked Dean and him in the motel and it took him here. But where is it? Sam rose up from the stone he's lying on, clenched his teeth for the indistinct pain in the thighs and back. He warily moved over to the entrance of the cave then ran. He had no idea where he was. With the slender light of the coming dawn, he could tell he's in a forest. He picked out his cell phone, dialed Dean's number but couldn't connect. He frowned at the sight of the signal of electricity shortage. Powered off his phone, he tried to find a way to run.

It seemed the forest's deep and endless. He's so wiped out and direction losing. He leant against a tall tree gasping, wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeves then powered on his cell phone to call his bro, but the phone was slapped to the ground. Sam raised his head to the tree.

A huge flocky claw-hand caught his wrist, dragged him up like a chick on its shoulder. It's ugly, like a black bear but more like a human with harsh hairy drab skin with many little protuberances and big outstanding round eyes.

"That's it! The monster attacked us last night!" Holding him from vomiting Sam kicked and punched it, bawling, "Let me go, you monster! Let me go!" But no responses of the monster, it strode quickly over the forest with Sam on his shoulder.

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Dean didn't sleep at all last night after the attack of the monster. The pain in the body tortured him, and the thought of Sam's death agonized him much. He was afraid to shut his eyes, as if he closed his eyes, bloody Sam would appear in front of his eyes, glaring at him with hate. "I'm so sorry, Sammy, I should have protected you!" He blamed himself as he viewed his dad's diary to find something about the Berserker monster but in vain. He checked the list: guns, silver bullets, salt, fire, hatchet, ropes. "No matter what you are, I'll kill you to the damn death." He cursed, seated himself in the soft chair waiting for daybreak and Albert.

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The monster walked into the cave and threw Sam to the ground which made him a sharp pain in the ass. He bit his bottom lip to stop himself from complaining of suffering and glared at the monster.

"I won't hurt you," the monster said,"if you won't run away any more."

"What?" Boggling at its words, Sam opened his eyes as wide as he could, forgetting the pain in his ass, splattered looking at the monster, "You…you can talk?"

"I was a human long time ago," it said, sadness in his gruff voice. It threw something to Sam, who reached them then chucked them away on the ground.

That's some bloody animal bowels. Sam frowned wiping the blood of his hands

on the stones, feeling his hollow stomach arching.

"You don't like bowels?" The monster asked, scratching its big bingy with its claw-hand, "I'll get you some fruits."

"What?" Sam found it both funny and annoying, "What are you? Why you took me here and won't kill me?"

It left the cave without answering him, several seconds later, it came back saying,"I'll tear you up if you run away!" then left again.

Dumbfounded, Sam put his hands on his hips looking around in the cave. He couldn't help vomiting when he found the bones of human and animals piled up in the cave. "God, I must escape!" He said to himself,"How's Dean? He was wounded."

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"Deathless?" asked Dean, who was on his way to looking for his baby brother with old Albert.

"Yeah," the old man nodded, eyed Dean to park his car, "Knife and gun can't kill it."

"What?" Dean's pupils were shrinking, "What the hell is it? Vampire? Ghost? I can burn it or nail it with a cross."

"Useless," Albert smiled, took a glance at what Dean's taking out from his trunk, "The only way to kill it is to chop off its head."

"Great," Dean rolled his eyes; put his stuff to their original place just leaving the hatchet, "I'm also doing well in darting."

"So from now on, child, it's by foot," the old man smirked, leading the way with his long ax on his shoulder.

"Are there any beasts in the forest?" Dean asked touching his gun hatched on his belt.

"Sure," the man looked back at him, blinked, "but I'm an animal conservator."

Dean made no noise just a cute face to the back of the one-eyed man. "Sam, hold on, I'm coming."

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