Okay! After such a long time away, I finally have my next story that I'm probably never going to finish! You guys have to force me to finish!
Yes, and it's my first scary story, too! I hope you guys enjoy! If you do, please don't be shy to review, favorite, and follow! I especially appreciate reviews, so please tell me what you thought! :D
Disclaimer: None of the characters or background plots belong to me. All rights belong to the writers of Supernatural and the CW Network. Ideas for some of the adventures were inspired by assorted books, video games, and movies.
Darkness and shadows. That is what Dean saw when he opened his eyes. Whispers and murmurs. That is what Dean heard when he woke. Fear, however, was the only thing Dean felt. Cold, stark fear. The kind of fear that leads men to death. To the darkness.
Dean shot up in his bed to see his room full of swirling wisps of shadows. This was different from the Darkness they were facing at the moment, for this was deep blackness that swallowed light from one's very being.
And into his ears he could hear it, them. The whispers of unknown beings, muttering voices that spoke of terrible things.
They're gone…
Dean jumped at the voices. Who was gone? What was this?
We took them… They're gone…
Took who? What were these voices talking about?
The man and the angel… We took them… They're gone…
Sam? Cas? Was that who they were talking about? They're gone? No, he shouldn't be so foolish. It must be a bad dream. If he just laid back down, he could just go back to-
Gone to the Black Place, they have! The man and the angel! We took them! They're gone! The voices echoed along with each word and with each breath they took.
The Black Place? What was that supposed to mean? What the hell was this, anyway? No, it's not real. It's just a bad dream. That's all it is. That's all…
Follow the dark, Dean…
Dean felt shivers go down his spine as his name was whispered into his ear. What the hell was this? It felt so…real… Was this really just a dream?
Follow the dark, Dean…! There you will find Cernunnos and the bakeneko…! Who have gone to the Black Place, they have…! The Hornéd God and the phantom cat…! We took them…! They're gone!
Suddenly, the door to Dean's room swung open with such ferocity that he thought their hinges would brake straight from their frames. And with this new opening, the black shadows began to drift away.
They're gone…! But not for long…!
Dean watched the wisps of black leave the room, which made him leap from his bed suddenly. Before he could stop himself, the hunter called, "Hey, wait! What are you talking about!?"
Follow the dark, Dean…! They're gone…! But not for long…!
He knew he shouldn't. It was definitely a dream. Sam and Cas were fine. They were safe and sound in their own rooms down the hall. There was no such thing as a Sir-nun-os or a ba-ke-ne-…a whatever! Both of those things existed as much as this dream did.
So, it wouldn't harm anything to follow this 'dark', right?
Dean knew he was being an imbecile as he felt his foot move forward on the floor, but he just couldn't stop himself. He found himself moving through the hallway, feeling the cold tile beneath his bare feet. It was calling to him, the shadows. Greeting him like an old friend, it was.
Greeting him like Death.
The experienced hunter couldn't make his feet stop moving forward. He had to follow the shadows as the whispering voices breathed into his ears the same thing, over and over and over again.
Follow the dark, Dean…! They're gone…! But not for long…!
He had to, he just had to. It was as if following the dark was the one thing he had meant to do his whole life. Nothing else was worth it. All that mattered in the world now was following the dark, seeing where it would lead him. And if that meant death, so be it.
When Dean reached the Map Room, however, it was not death he found. And with the emergency lights blaring every second with green light instead of red, the wisps of blackness were curling even more ominously around where the antique map should be on the table. All human instincts that Dean could possibly have in him screamed not to step any closer. It seemed as though all the instincts that would usually tell a man to run and hide were built for this very moment.
The strange dream seemed to not care, however.
So, with more ease than would be expected, Dean took a step closer to the table. Then another… then another… then another…. And before the hunter knew what was happening, he suddenly found himself right next to the swirling of the blackness.
It called to him like never before, the whispers now raspy, coarse screeches.
Follow the dark, Dean…! They're gone…! But not for long…!
And as the screams beckoned him more and more…
Follow the dark, Dean…! They're gone…! But not for long…!
…Dean suddenly realized how much fear had been swelling up in his very being this whole time.
Follow the dark, Dean…! They're gone…! But not for long…!
It was crushing, the fear. Crushing him more than anything he had ever experienced.
Follow the dark, Dean…! They're gone…! But not for long…!
Dean's mouth started to open and his mind screamed for his legs to move.
Follow the dark, Dean…! They're gone…! But not for long…!
His legs would not move, however. And no matter how much his nerves threatened to make him shake, he couldn't even do that. He couldn't do anything. The sole thing that his body forced him to do was stare into the bottomless abyss that was forming in front of him, curling and swirling before him. The screams raked at the back of his brain, making his entire mind vibrate from the sounds all around him. The cold bit at his neck and arms the closer he drew towards the darkness in front of him, his heart pounding wildly with every step.
Dean had never wanted anything more in his entire life than to just scream for help. Scream to anyone. Sam, Cas, anybody. And he prayed to God that this was a dream. Just a terrifyingly real dream. That the voices were wrong and his brothers were still in the hall, peacefully in their rooms. Safe and sound.
They're gone…!
No…
They're gone…!
No…!
They're gone…!
No!
It was just a dream! A terrifying nightmare! His brothers were in their rooms! They were safe and sound! And nobody had taken-
Dean's head suddenly shot up, eyes full of fear, breathing ragged and harsh. Sweat coated his skin, as he suddenly saw his brother and friend staring right back at him.
Their eyes were just as fearful, breathing just as ragged, and skin just as soaked. Their hands were reaching out to him, across the table that was also in front of them. Their mouths were open, screams threatening to come out, but never would.
For their skin was lit with a hue of green from the rocking lamp hanging close above their heads. With lips painted purple, the wisps of blackness and shadows traced their fingers across Dean's beloved brothers' delicate features. Tears were streaming down their faces as they reached out to him in slow-motion, dark sunken eyes laid on their heads. They were barely alive, their skin pressed so tightly against their thin, light bones that Dean swore he could see the color of their skeletons through their paper-thin surfaces.
The world had never been so against Dean than now. Everything in his being wanted to reach out to them, pull them out from the swirling portal of darkness, and save them from the whispering shadows.
But, just as before, he couldn't move a single muscle. He had to watch helplessly, forced to just stare at them emotionlessly as they disappeared into the darkness. He couldn't even shed a tear as they disappeared from his sight, still threatening to scream out to him, to plea for him to help them.
But he couldn't. He couldn't do anything.
Gone to the Black Place, they have! The man and the angel! We took them! They're gone!
Once his friends were gone, it was as if his body had snapped back into reality, as he suddenly lunged forward, screaming and crying out.
"Saaaam! Caaaas!" His hands gripped the table as he looked down into the abyss that had swallowed his brothers. "Stop!"
Gone to the Black Place, they have! The man and the angel! We took them! They're gone!
Dean felt himself shivering, remembering the terrible sight of the two people he loved the most slip away from him.
We took them! They're gone!
A tear slipped off Dean's chin. He couldn't stop the river of tears that fell down his face, as he was only able to watch the drops of water fall into the shadows.
Follow the darkness, Dean…! They're gone…! But not for long…!
Dean's screaming was hitched as he felt himself stop suddenly with wide eyes.
Follow the darkness, Dean! They're gone! But not for long!
Dean stared thoughtfully into the abyss.
They're gone!
"But not for long…" Dean suddenly repeated in a whisper.
Before he knew it, however, the hunter found himself slipping through a bottomless abyss of darkness and shadows, whispers and murmurs, and cold, stark fear. And as Dean drifted into unconsciousness, he was able to hear one last thing from the whispering voices.
Follow the dark, Dean…! There you will find Cernunnos and the bakeneko…! The Hornéd God and the phantom cat, they are…! Don't be deceived, however…! Friends are friends, no matter what food they've been given!