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Okay… this story isn't mine… well… at least not everything…
I write it with my sis… xkittybluex... and we wanna see how you guys like it…
We have absolutely NO plan about that story… one of us began with about 150 words… the other continued… and this was how it went… until now… we didn't talk about it we just wrote… At least it's freaking me out…
Sis you wanna say something?
Apparently not… :D Her comment: "Nah…" She agrees with me… :P
Do we need a title, Sis?
Sis: "We don't even know what the story is about"…
Okay… so… NO title…
Well then… read and review.
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The sun was too bright.
Or so it seemed to him when he exited the opening and thereby finally escaped the seemingly endless labyrinth of concrete walls and stinking sewage. His clothes were soaking and his wet hair sticking to his face. He was shivering and allowed the sun for a moment to warm his freezing skin.
He didn't have time for a breather though. He had to find his brother… and fast too. Because time was running out at a terrifying rate.
This whole thing was a mess… even for their screwed up lives. And he couldn't help but feel glad that for once it was his brother and not him who had gotten them into it. Because it had been his brother who had found the article in that tabloid paper and it had been his brother as well who suggested following the lead…
Searching for a street name, Sam tried to remember where they got into the sewage system. L…Lud… But it was in vain. He had probably hit his head harder when he fell than he had thought.
He gingerly touched the spot on the back of his head, where he guessed a wound. Looking at his hand, he recognized water and blood.
An old woman with a white dog was staring at him, but the man didn't even care. She looked frightened and… startled. Sam ignored her, swaying down the street.
Crap… his head hurt and Dean was god knew where.
Where did they agree on meeting up?
Running one hand over his forehead, Sam fished out his cell with the other.
It was dead…
Now that was just their damn luck.
Then of course… cells didn't generally handle a bath that well and their phones usually didn't have that long of a life span anyway. Sam groaned in frustration and tossed the broken device in the old lady's direction who then turned and hurried away. What was it with people and their ingratitude? Did that woman even realize that they were trying to save her and the rest of this fucked up town? No, of course not. Kinda comes along with the job though, he guessed.
Sam skidded to a stop and leaned on a wall for a moment to overcome his dizziness. Truth to be told, he wasn't feeling that well, probably had a slight concussion too. He could almost see Dean in front of him, bossing him around to swallow this and that pill and to lie down. Dean acted like a mother hen when it came to things like that, but right now they – he – didn't have the time for first aid. His brother was still down there and whatever it was that had been killing these people… it was now after Dean.
Why did Dean have to be so stupid? He had refused to do any research before he started the hunt. "People get lost Sam… We have absolutely no time for research. We already know enough… people just vanish in the sewage system." His brother had snapped.
Yeah… thanks… screw you Dean. The younger man thought. Next time when they would start a hunt he would tie Dean to a chair until they knew something… everything about that thing.
Sam pressed his fists hard against his forehead, covering his eyes to ease the pain, but it didn't work.
In pain and absolutely clueless the man let his gaze wander. When his eyes lingered on a telephone booth, he let out a deep breath… it was worth a try.
Unsteady he went over to the booth, dialing his brother's number.
He could hear the dial tone...
Nothing… of course nothing.
And that Dean didn't answer his phone could only mean three things… one, he was with female company, which was hardly probable seeing Dean would have told him. In addition to that his brother knew very well when he was allowed to have 'fun' and when he wasn't. And while on a hunt was a rather bad time to satisfy the needs of one's lower brain.
That of course left only two and three. Two - Dean was in a dangerous situation and couldn't talk. Three – he wasn't in any condition to take or make a call, either hurt or unconscious or maybe even dead. And even though Sam would have to try rather hard not to kill Dean, make a deal to get him back only to be able to kill him again for possibility one he liked it a lot better than two and three.
But Sam couldn't… wouldn't believe that something had happened to his brother… not now. Dean wasn't supposed to die… so Sam wouldn't let him.
He dialed again, wondering why he could still remember that number, but not the place where he should meet Dean. "Pick up…" Sam urged.
"Mister… are you okay?" A sudden knock on the booth caused Sam to jerk. A young woman had opened the door, tilting her head at the bleeding and dripping man in front of her.
"Yeah… I'm fine." Sam nodded, returning the phone to its cradle before leaving the small booth.
What should he do? Now there really was no time for research. He needed actions, but with his head bleeding like mad and a terrible dizziness, no weapons and absolutely no clue where to search, he felt like giving up.
He didn't even remember where they had parked the car, so he could arm himself again, since he had lost all his weapons, fighting that… thing…
That thing was probably some kind of water sprite, seemingly able to control all kinds of liquid, including sewage and holy water. Yeah right, that it could. Almost drowned both of them.
That was probably when Sam had hit his head too, he didn't quite know.
All he remembered were flashes… of swallowing stinking water, the cold, gasping for air, when Dean finally fished him out, of Dean hovering over him, looking worried, a slight edge of fear in his voice when he heard him call his name over and over, again Dean telling him to get new weapons and to meet up at… Lud… Ludsomething, Dean telling him that he would go after it. Alone. Armed only with some iron rod he had picked up somewhere.
Crappy idea.
If Sam hadn't been that out of it he would have argued but by the time he was able to think coherently again, Dean was already gone. The only thing left for him had been to find his way out.
And now here he was… with everything his scrambled up brain was able to come up with being Dean's phone number and the first three letters of that damn street. At least he could still remember who he was, he thought bitterly, while scanning the area for anything familiar.
Ouch. This wasn't fun anymore… His head hurt and so did his back. All he wanted to do was lay down and sleep… right now.
Though he really had no idea where he was and where he should go, his wobbling legs seemed to know his destination, when suddenly the Impala appeared in front of him.
The man let out a sigh of relief, supporting his weight on the hood of the car. He needed weapons…
Crap he didn't even have the key.
Swaying he tried to reach the other side of the car, but either because of the not so healthy water which he had swallowed or because of his injury he felt like he was going to be sick.
"Sam… you forgot me?" A pissed voice barked at him. He turned around and there was his brother.
He looked… fine. His short hair was wet with brown water, his clothes soaked but except some scratches he seemed okay.
"Dean" The younger man smiled, before his vision went black but being caught by strong arms, he didn't hit the ground.
A panicked "Sammy" was the last thing he heard.
It took three yelps for Sam to realize something was wrong. Dean was tending to his head wound as methodically and quick as he had always used to but the gentleness in his touches was missing. Sam's brother was radiating anger… no, not anger, Sam corrected himself, pure, indisputable rage. Dean was pissed the sprite thingy escaped, no doubt about that, but that was part of the job and therefore shouldn't upset him that much. Sam groaned when Dean bandaged his head, touch too rough for the caring brother he knew. Grimacing in pain he looked into Dean's eyes and cringed when he found nothing familiar there. This man… wasn't his brother.
It talked like Dean for sure, had his crappy humor, moved like him… but something just wasn't right with the whole picture. And Sam did something he never would have thought he would have to do… he laced Dean's beer with holy water.
When Dean set the bottle on his lips, Sam bit his own under lip, expecting some kind of reaction, but nothing happened, no coughing, no spitting… big fat zero. The younger man let his head fall desperately. That wasn't his brother damn it.
He needed something else. "Christo." Sam looked closely at the other man, when he whispered the word. Dean didn't even hear it.
Resigning, Sam gripped his jacket, heading to the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" Dean barked, making Sam wince.
"I'm just gonna take a walk." Sam responded, checking whether he had Dean's cell on him.
"Don't take too long." Dean said, sounding almost bored. "And bring something to eat."
Outside Sam searched for Bobby's number in the cell.
"Hey Dean… what's up?" Bobby answered.
"It's me… Bobby… I have a problem… it's Dean… he isn't himself anymore." Sam whispered nervously, eying the door, as if he expected Dean to come out.
"Sam? That you, son?"
"Yeah, yeah", Sam ran a hand through his shaggy hair and sighed. "I don't know what to do, Bobby. I tried holy water but…"
"Shut up for a moment would ya?", Bobby interrupted. "You're alright, aren't you, Sam?"
"I guess… aside Dean going crazy, which kinda poses a problem to me", Sam raised his brow, a little taken aback, "why wouldn't I be?"
The line crackled, when Bobby sighed. "You know you're brother called me… a few hours ago, he told me that he was on a hunt and that something was wrong with you, that you hit your head and were somewhat out of it. He was worried, real worried and told me to come check on you because he was… delayed, told me the address too but about fifteen minutes later when I was just about to start the car, he called again and told me to forget about it. Thought it was strange. That wasn't him anymore then, I guess."
"I don't know what's up with him, seriously. He seems angry… barks orders at me like dad did when we were young, I just don't get it. I got him to drink some holy water but nothing happened. Can't be possession."
"What were you hunting?"
"I don't know… or I forgot… guess I earned myself a concussion."
"Water… Dean said something bout water… and sewage."
Sam scratched his head. "Yeah we were in the sewers. It's some creature that's able control water."
"…and mess with people's brains", Bobby added. He was thinking for a moment, then he spoke again. "Sam, I think I know what it is…"
"What?" Sam asked urgently. The headache was back, worse even than before. Don't be a wuss, the man thought, massaging both his temples with thumb and forefinger.
"It's a pond-gnome, Sam. Centuries ago they were said to be hiding in the ponds near the larger settlements, waiting for somebody they could either use to lure other people or to drown…" Bobby answered; hearing rustling in the background, Sam guessed that the older man was searching for something. "They can control water… well they can control pretty much anything liquid and they're able to make people do what they want."
"So how can I waste that thing and free Dean?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Honestly… I have no idea… these things are… rare… I haven't met a hunter yet who has seen anything like that." Bobby muttered.
"That's great… we're first… what great honor", the young hunter stated sarcastically.
"Sam… I'm sorry…" Bobby apologized. "Call me as soon as you find anything. I'm gonna keep looking myself – it is Dean after all."
"Thanks anyway, Bobby." Sam sighed.
After taking a deep breath, he finally stepped back into the motel room.
In the… empty… motel room.
Dean?
Sam scanned the room for his brother, when he saw a note on the desk.
'Help', it read.
Sam felt something constrict within his chest when he took the small slip of paper in his hand. It was his brother's handwriting alright, but too shaky, which meant probably that the thing controlling him wasn't too keen of its vessel communicating.
It confused Sam, though, because he knew Dean and his brother would rather tell him to leave and get the hell out of his way than actually ask for help. Unless…
Sam's eyes grew wide when he leaned in to take a closer look at the note. There, the small curls beneath the letters that looked like they had been made just out of sloppiness. Crossing a line here, adding another there... It was a clue; Dean had left him a clue.
Sam grabbed a pen and connected the dots, until the slip of paper read something else. Satisfied Sam picked up his brother's cell again, pressing redial. There were no further words of greeting when his older hunter friend picked up the phone. "Dean left a clue, Bobby. 'Fire', it's vulnerable to fire."
"How did he do that?", Bobby asked suspiciously.
"Writing a note." Sam looked at the note again. His brother had struggled to write that note… probably in pain, trembling like that.
"He wrote a note?" The older hunter didn't seem convinced. "And Sam… why do you think he knows how to waste that thing?"
"Bobby… I know how Dean thinks… and that is a clue from my brother", Sam defended himself. "And hell… perhaps he can read the gnome's thoughts."
"Sam… I'm just saying… well… I don't know how Dean would be able to fight it", Bobby reasoned.
"Damn it Bobby… it's Dean… he would be able to fight anything." Sam barked. "Sorry…", he apologized immediately after. "It's just… I really believe that this was him."
"I'm just saying you need to be careful… it might be a trap", Bobby stated.
"So?" Sam was beyond depressed. "Should I just ignore the fact that Dean's gone and that he did only leave a note?" He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to calm himself down a little. To fight with Bobby didn't actually help his mood.
"No… but Sam… think again! You brother's possessed", Bobby murmured.
"I guess…", Sam broke off. He was beginning to get really annoyed, not knowing what to believe.
But Bobby was right.
Kinda.
Dean couldn't fight that thing, when he'd had to patch him up. He hadn't been able to fight this thing when Sam was hurting, so why now?
"Bobby… the note was smeared." Sam hit his head. "It read help… perhaps Dean fought not to write the note."
"That's exactly what I was trying to tell ya." Sam heard Bobby snort over the line. "Now would you do me a favor and be a tad more considerate?"
Sam sighed. "I'm trying, Bobby, but…"
"…it's Dean", the line crackled when Bobby took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Sam, if you need me to come help…"
"It's okay", Sam responded, almost a little too fast, "I got it covered."
"Sam…", Bobby growled in that deep voice of his, "you'll have to keep a cool head here, son and I'm not quite sure…"
Sam interrupted him impatiently. "I don't need you to come over here, Bobby, I can perfectly well take care of myself, okay? What I do need is more intel on that thing. I mean why would it want to make me believe it can be killed with fire?"
"I told you I don't know shit about this thing! And I'm sorry, Sam, but that won't change the facts here. You're being too reckless here, son! I'm afraid that'll take a bad end."
"Fine!", Sam spat, "then I'll do it on my own!"
After Sam hung up, he glared at the phone for a while. I'm afraid that'll take a bad end. Bobby's voice repeated itself in his head over and over again, like a broken record. Screw that… Bobby didn't know everything and this was about Dean… his brother was apparently in trouble and Sam would do anything to kill that evil son of a bitch to save Dean.
Fire… He thought… well… okay… if that thing would back away from fire he still had the problem that he didn't know where that thing was and that he couldn't aim fire at his brother's body, since Dean was bound to be still in there somewhere.
Still the young hunter gripped a deodorant and a lighter, the only useful things he could find right at the moment. "Okay Dean… where are you?" He whispered to himself, checking whether the lighter worked or not.
"Right here Sammy…" Sam turned around, facing a smirking Dean, who had a gun aimed at his younger brother. "You shouldn't have talked to Bobby…"
"Get back or…" Sam held the deodorant in front of him with a trembling hand, watching the weapon.
"Try it out… nothing's gonna happen."
Sam lowered his arm slightly, realizing he wouldn't be able to set his own brother ablaze, regardless of what was possessing him. "Dean… please", he whispered, "you have to fight it."
Dean lowered the gun, flexing his muscles, still smirking, still that glint in his eyes that wasn't quite him. "Why would I, little brother. I feel great just now. All that power pumping through my veins… I feel like a god. It's like I can do anything."
"Dean…"
"Why would you want to take that from me?", Dean blinked, tilting his head almost curiously at Sam. "Or is it… that maybe you don't want to grant me that? That you're jealous…?"
"That isn't you, Dean…"
Dean cut him off, obviously annoyed. "That's selfish of you, Sam!"
Sam sighed and dropped the lighter and the deodorant. It was a taunt; he realized now, a damn taunt. Because even if fire worked, he couldn't use it with his brother's body shielding the damn thing. Unless… Sam hit his head, realization dawning upon him. It wasn't possessing Dean, it was controlling him - which meant it had to be outside his body… where it was vulnerable. Sam licked his lips… and attacked. He had to get past Dean to where the gnome was… the sewers.
His brother lunged at him at the same time. Sam hit Dean's arm hard, wincing when he heard bursting bones. Dean let out a cry of pain, releasing the gun before cradling the arm to his chest, still trying to fight with the other hand.
"I'm sorry…" Sam whispered when he hit Dean's temple as hard as he could with his fist and his brother crumbled to the floor.
For a brief moment he looked down at him, feeling terrible. But then he huffed, fisting Dean's jacket, pulling him up, letting him fall onto a chair, so he could tie him up. His heart was racing. Dean's head was lulling to the side, his mouth slightly agape… a bruise already beginning to form on his head.
With Dean fully bound, Sam took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair, before he left the room, heading towards the sewers.
He was anxious to say the least.
He still knew
close to nothing about the creature he was hunting let alone how to
kill it and Dean was still back there in the motel room with a
probable concussion, brought upon him by his own brother. Sam winced,
that sure wasn't how they had thought it would go off. Damn
it, Dean, Sam thought, why
did you get yourself caught? Why did you let yourself get distracted?
Of course Sam knew very well why and it
was yet another reason for him to hate himself. The gnome had caught
his brother off guard because Dean's thoughts had been with him,
Sam, and his well-being. Dean had been worried, he always was when
something happened to Sam, and that thing had used it to its
advantage. Damn son of a bitch!
Sam stopped right in front of the opening he had exited earlier that day. Bring it on, he thought, switching on his flash-light and stepping into damp, smelly darkness.
Ugh… why couldn't those things hide in nice alleys or something like that… it was stinking in here. Sam held his nose for a moment, when he went further into the darkness, the gun protectively in front of him.
He had no idea how to kill that thing finally off… and he didn't know what would happen to his brother after killing this thing… Yeah… that was encouraging.
"You son of a bitch… come out, come out, come out." Sam shouted, his voice in a sing-song.
"You're brave…" A voice echoed in the sewers.
"You're not… show yourself…" Sam raised his voice also.
"Why should I?" The voice laughed. "Invisibility is a gift… it's fun and it's an advantage…"
"Coward…" Sam breathed, glaring around, his eyes finally adapting to the darkness.
"Well… I'm happy you came… at least I don't have to go after you… you know… there is nothing more precious than letting friends… lovers… or brothers fight…" The voice was scary now.
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My Sis: "DO you have to write everything down, what I'm saying?"
"Yeah…"
Sis: "That's scary"
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