Something Different About The Darkness.
Summary. . . . . . Traipsing through the woods on a hunt with few clues, the boys become separated when a freak accident occurs. Hurt and alone, Sam seeks shelter in a cave, but is he it's only occupant? And just who, or what, is watching Dean from the shadows? Hurt Sam, angsty Dean.
Disclaimer. . . . . . They still belong to the genius that is Kripkie.
A.N. . . . . . I'm so sorry about that late update, I hope that the content makes up for it. As always happy reading, Peanut x
Dean guessed right away, once he had reached the bottom, that he had chosen the wrong route, that Sam must have slid the other way, that his brother was still out there somewhere, lost, alone, and possibly hurt. He tried shouting again, hoping that now he was in the valley Sam could hear him better, but it was no use, his voice a mere whisper against the storm that raged over head. As yet another huge booming crash of thunder shook the sky, making even himself cringe, Dean began to worry about Sam all the more. He prayed that he wasn't too badly hurt, and he hoped that where ever he was Sam was wisely seeking shelter, rather than risking himself trying to find him.
Seeing the light fade even more as night time fought with the storm clouds, Dean decided to seek shelter himself; knowing it would be all too easy to miss each other in the gloom and make matters even worse, if he tried to find Sam tonight. Seeing little around him but trees and shrubs, Dean resigned himself to spending a long night cold and wet. Looking closer at the trees he spotted one that would promise moderate shelter beneath it's overhanging bushy branches. Crouching down beneath it's limbs, he settled in for the night, knowing that sleep would evade him while Sam was still missing.
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Sam's trek to the cave he had spotted seemed, to him at least, to take forever. Each step he took intensifying the throbbing in his ankle, making the whole leg shake as the pain rose. He had taken to grasping on to trunks, limbs and branches in an attempt to steady his gait, and keep his tall frame upright. As a result he knew that his back had started bleeding badly yet again, as the pressure that he had been applying was removed from the wound, the blood seeping from his body mixing with the rain water causing crimson steaks to rivulet down his leg.
As the resounding rumble of thunder resonated over head, Sam finally reached his destination and slumped unceremoniously to the dirt and rock strewn floor, desperately trying to still his pounding head and heart, and will his shattered nerves to settle. Closing his eyes he tried to remember the breathing techniques his Dad had taught both him and Dean, relaxing slightly as the calming breathes began to work. Once he felt settled enough, Sam attempted to fix his back again as best he could with the limited resources he had.
Taking out his pocket knife and the small torch he always carried, he lay them carefully on his pant leg. After a few more calming breathes and he felt ready to start the arduous and painstaking task of removing his shirt and Tee. The shirt divested easily enough, but when it came to the Tee Sam felt he would pass out, each pull, each stretch of his muscles as he attempted to pull the item of clothing over his head, sent spikes of pain rushing throughout his body, and tears of anguish to his eyes, as the wound was pulled taut. In the end the pain became too much and Sam resorted to cutting the Tee away from his body. Once the ruined item of clothing was lying in his lap, Sam tried his best to assess the damage to his back his slide down the gully had created, realizing immediately just how difficult that task would be. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't move his body enough to see the tear in his flesh. With no other choice left all he could do was wad up part of his Tee, place it over the wound, use the rest of the shirt to bind it, and hope that he could get help to clean it before infection set in. By the time he had finished Sam was beyond exhausted, shifting slightly on the rough ground he attempted to make himself as comfortable as he could. He tried to ward of the sleep his body was craving for, but it was no use as his injuries protested the need for rest and his eyes slowly began to close.
Startled awake some time later, Sam's confused mind took some time to remember what had happened and where he was. As he remembered he started to berate himself for falling asleep, Dean was still out there, he should be looking for him. He knew though that to do so in this weather would only create even more problems, that Dean would have sought shelter by now to wait out both the night and the storm, that it would be better if he did the same. As the winds howled and grew in strength outside, forcing the rain into the cave and soaking Sam once again, he carefully rose and made his way deeper inside, only now realizing that he hadn't thought to check his surroundings out. Panning his small light around he began to take note of his surroundings, hoping that as he did so he wasn't going to disturb any other occupants; thankful that it seemed he had the cave to himself.
About 50 meters in he stopped suddenly and allowed the light to skim back over a section of wall he had just gone past, something on the surface catching his eye. At second glance he wasn't surprised at the crude drawings scraped into the surface, he knew that at one point there had been tribes within the area, but the more he looked the more his curiosity grew and the more intrigued he became. Mixed amongst the etchings were words, sentences even written in languages, some he recognized others beyond even his intelligence. It was the Latin that captured his attention more than anything, the words seeming out of place in such a setting. His mind confused by pain and exhaustion, Sam didn't realize what he was doing as he started to read the Latin, moving further and further into the cave as he did so, unawares that he was softly whispering the words out loud.
"Exsisto valde unus, quod addo vestri vereor aegrotatio ut nostrom universitas iterum."
Sam, at first, mistook the rumbling that started halfway through his reading as being the storm outside. As the roaring increased and grew in strength and intensity, as he uttered the last word, he realized his mistake. Doubt began to break through his confused mind, what had he done? He began to make his way back out of the cave, no longer feeling that he was safe in there. Shivers ran down his spine, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, as a sudden chillness descended, causing Sam to hurry as best he could all the more.
The first of the rocks falling from the ceiling made Sam jump back, an instinct that probably saved his life, as soon after the whole roof gave away burying the entrance with a mass of rocks, rubble and dirt. Caught on the edge, Sam wasn't quite quick enough to get completely clear, unable to dodge a chunk of stone as it caught the side of his already damaged head. Blissfully unawares as unconsciousness claimed him once more, he missed the pain as the rubble built up over his legs, trapping him securely beneath it.
The sound of movement coming from behind him, as the roar of the rock slide subsided, went unheard by Sam's ears. Four paws changing into two feet in the gloom created by Sam's fading torchlight went unseen by his eyes. Even the guttural laughter and sneering words spoken fell on deaf ears, as Sam slept on blissfully unawares of the danger he was now in.
"Little Sammy Winchester. How very long I have waited for this day."
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Dean had settled himself quite nicely beneath his tree, even managing to ignore the drip of rain water that every now an then would fall from above and bounce on his head before slowly trickling down his neck. Having already worked his way through "back in black", "TNT", "dirty deeds", and "heat seeker", Dean was currently humming his way through "highway to hell" in an attempt to keep his frazzled nerves in check, and to stop himself from thinking the worst about Sam.
His eyes, now adjusted to the ever increasing darkness, ever alert roaming around the surrounding area, seeking any thing he felt was out of place, or any movement that could possibly alert him to Sam's presence. As he sat there, he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right, apart that was from Sam being missing. Everything about this hunt from the very beginning was striking him as being wrong. The lack of witnesses, the ranger that didn't really want to help, and this sudden severe storm that had arose. Maybe he was being paranoid, but Dean couldn't help it, something was off, his gut was telling him so, and he had learned long ago to listen when ever he got that feeling.
That feeling was quickly intensifying the more he sat there as he couldn't shake the sensation that he was being watched. Nonchalantly, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, Dean brought his gun from his back waistband to nestle securely, and within easier reach, in his lap. Humming the chorus a little bit louder, Dean began tapping his fingers on his knees, hoping to give the feeling that all was well. He stopped instantly when he heard a blasting clamor that he immediately knew wasn't thunder. Turning to his right, Dean just about managed to shield his eyes and duck his head as a huge plume of dust came flying his way.
Coughing and spluttering, he attempted to open them again as the dust began to settle, rising quickly to his feet at the same time eager to move towards where the murk had originated from. A sense of dread and foreboding crashing over him as he felt instinctively that Sam was somehow involved. As he strode forward and out of sight, he missed the presence that moved from it's hiding place.
A.N. . . . . . Hope it was okay? Will try and get the next chapter out quicker this time. Again thanks for reading, Peanut x
Oh and by the way, in case anyone was wondering the Latin says " arise oh great one and bring thy fears and illness to the world once more" I'm hoping that the translation is correct if not I apologize.