Supernatural
The Gift (last part only)
Some say for every generation there, are warriors born to fight the enemies of god:-
To protect and forge the next generation from the evil of the past - the demons of pure evil who hunt us all still….
With the scribes what is handed down now deep within the myths and legends being all that is left to mark their coming but for every generation
There are those among them borne of a higher fate and destiny - siblings by blood - with the gift being innate in one yet hidden deep unknown in the other….
I draw back taking in the look in those brown eyes. That he does not know me or recognise me with it being here in Lawrence, in this house where we both born and where our mother died. That Dean had wanted to return too as I hear the cold hard metallic deadly sound.
Of the trigger of the colt gun being pulled back my brown eyes falling to the floor. As I swallow hard seeing my brothers powers grow as the star what is replicated on that colt gun and on Dean's arm.
Now materialize burning onto the floor beneath both our feet as my brown eyes rise looking to the pale, drawn features of my older brother. Seeing the pain hidden in those depths as well for a moment wishing Castile was here to help me to and that he is not.
That he was as much to blame for the state my brother is currently in as I am as I draw a slow breath, wincing at the darkness in those brown sunken eyes as I at last find my voice:
"Dean it's the visions and we are of the same blood. For you are stronger than this brother and why the hell do you think. The angels were on your side from the beginning and after all we've been through.
You got to remember me know brother?"
As I let the words die at that, seeing the gun waver for a second as I now draw something from my pocket. Something belonging to him, what Castile had taken from him and was now back, in my own hands as I draw it out fully.
Watching the brown eyes that no longer seem to know me as I let the ambulate fall between us….
TO BE CONTINUED