A/N: Forgot to add this so adding it now. Don't own them, wish I did, but I don't. First time writing to a larger audience. Only let my friends read my stories. Wrote this one after Season 1 while I was waiting for the DVDs. Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 2
A soft tap on the driver side window of the Impala awoke Sam with a startle. His stare was greeted by the dash of his brother's beloved car. He could not remember when he fell asleep. Looking around the interior of the Impala, Sam slowly set up on the bench. Scanning the exterior, Sam was brought back to the realization of what had happened. What had happened to his brother, what had happened to Dean. Sadness washed over him as the realization of what has happened.
A tap on the window again brought Sam off of his emotional roller coaster. Sam was now looking at an elderly man dressed in a brown hat and heavy sweater/jacket. The man's face was covered in gray whiskers with a mixture of gray and black under the hat. He had a cane in the hand that he was using to knock on the window. The man had a kindly look on his face. Sam looked around once more before rolling down the window. "Are you all right, young man?" The gentleman asked.
Sam kept looking around hoping Dean would show up, "What?" A brief moment later, "Yeah. I'm fine." Sam was trying to focus on the elderly man.
Sam watched the man straighten up and limp with the aid of the cane in his hand around the front of the car to the open passenger side door. He again leaned over for his head to be just inside the car before he spoke again. "Where's your brother, Samuel?"
Sam straightened up slightly as he found himself moving more into the driver door to get some distance from this man. "How do you know..." His own word faded as Sam watched the elderly man start to set down on the bench seat and turned to look more closely at Sam. This fatherlike figure of a man was sending chills down Sam's spine.
Looking directly at Sam, the elderly man said, "I know everything about you, Samuel. About your brother, Dean, about your father, John and even what happened to your mother and girlfriend. I know it all. Everything."
"Are you a demon?" Sam softly asked. The elderly man softly smiled and shook his head. "What then? A hunter? What?"
"Samuel. I am not a demon nor a hunter. Who I am is someone who can help you get your brother back." The interior of the Impala had the same eerie calm that lingers outside. "I do know that we do not have much time to save Dean."
"What are you talking about?" Sam was thinking more that speaking it but the words did come out softly.
The gentle man looked straight ahead through the windshield. "The fog that has your brother trapped, is a gateway of sort. A gateway to hell or pre hell as some may say. I have been guarding it for a very long time. Most are not able to escape its evil and those that do; well, they are never the same." He turned to look at Sam again. A hard unreadable expression on his face. "We do not have much time. We can save Dean. You can save your brother before it's too late. Samuel, do you trust me?"
Sam could only nod. Saving his brother was the only thing on his mind. He had to do something and if trusting this total stranger, he will. He nodded more defined a second time adding a "Yeah."
"Good." The elderly man's face softened in its expression but his eyes remained hard. "We do not have much time." He looks around the black car they were sitting in. "Does this carriage move?" A playful sound exited the man's voice.
Sam moved his eyes from the man to in front of him till they rested on the key that was still in the ignition. Covering it with his hand, Sam turned the key only to have no life come forth from the Impala. He tried again yet Dean's baby remained lifeless. Sorrowfulness came over Sam. It was like the car knew Dean was gone and it was lost without him.
"Oh well," The elderly man started to say with a disappointment in his voice. "I guess we will have to walk." With that, the gentleman exited the Impala and started walking toward the back of the car. "Are you coming, Samuel?" He called over his shoulder without missing a step.
Sam opened the door to exit, but couldn't bring himself to leave the only thing that connects him to his brother. Then he heard the elderly man call out to him. Sam stood up and closed the door and started to follow the man. The man he knows nothing about but has to trust. Sam's long legs enable him to catch up with the elderly man. As they continued to walk, Sam looked back toward the Impala. The car looked lost and alone. The passenger side door still open, just like it was when Dean shoved him into it to save him, like so many times before. Sam's heart sunk deep in his chest for it felt like he was leaving his brother behind.
Turning back to get in pace with the elderly man, Sam noticed that he walked pretty fast for an old man with a cane. He couldn't bring himself to strike up a conversation, so Sam just walked along side with this man. As they walked farther down the road, Sam noticed that there were no sounds. No birds singing, no insects, or frogs. Nothing. Even the sky had this grey hue to it. The trees that line the side of the road cast no shadows and the air gave Sam a strange sense of dread. Sam turned to study the man who walking next to him.
Soon they were turning down a gravel lane. That strange sense of dread never went away for Sam. His eyes continued to search out anything that was normal in these abnormal surroundings. "Speak your mind, Samuel." The elderly man finally broke the silence. Sam's head stopped gazing at his surroundings to looking at this man. "You want to ask questions. Ask them." The elderly man said as he continued down the lane.
So many questions came to mind, but the only one Sam was able to ask was "Who are you?"
"You can call me Father Micheal, if you like. Your kind does like naming everything." He softly said.
"My kind?" Sam had slowed his pace.
Father Micheal also slowed his pace and now was looking in Sam's direction. "Why the human race, Samuel. My kind, as you would put it, was place here to watch out for you. Some call us guardian angels, but that's not quite right." Both stopped and Father Micheal raised his cane in a grand gesture. "We are here."
Sam didn't even realized when they came to a clearing in the wooded line lane they were walking. Before him was an old shack of simply built with vines and ivy surrounding it forming a gothic chapel of nature. It almost looked like a shack in the middle of a great cathedral. Vines forming the elusion of stain glass windows framed in ivy.
"Come. Come on in, Samuel. We have work to do." Father Micheal stated as he lead the way through the doorway.
Sam slowly followed the priest. Inside was mystifying as the outside. A single room shack with a small stove in the corner which was giving off heat that warmed the room. A table with two chairs in the middle of the floor. A cot set in the opposite corner from the stove with a chest underneath. The thing that caught Sam's eye was the walls were covered in pages of the bible like wallpaper. Different sizes of paper with a mixture of scriptures everywhere. And by the door after Sam had turned himself completely around to take in the whole room was a single picture. Sam moved closer to it to see a black and white picture of a church. A church looking very much like the shack with its ivy and vines but was made of stone. Sam slowly turned back to Father Micheal. "Are you an angel?"
The priest removed his jacket and hat and placed them on a nail on the walls by the door. Sam saw the priest collar on the elderly man. He smiled at Sam as the question was asked. "I am a guardian. I guard the gateway. The one you and your brother found." He walked over to the cot and started to pull the chest out from under it. Sam seeing the priest having trouble getting it out moved over to help and was instructed to place it on the table. "Please sit, Samuel." Sam took his place in one of the chairs. The priest opened the chest revealing a large bible and a strange braided rope. The rope was made of hemp and had rosaries braided in it. The priest laid hand on the bible, opened it's pages, and stated to read. "Therefore shall evil come upon thee; thou shalt not know from whence it riseth: and mischief shall fall upon thee; thou shalt not be able to put it off:..." He closed the bible and folded his hands in front of him.
Sam looked from the bible to the priest. "The fog." Realization washes over Sam. He softly said as he stared at the priest.
The priest nods. "You have to listen very closely, Samuel. Your brother's life, his soul, is in great danger." The priest removed the braided rope and laid it in the middle of the table. "This will keep you safe. Keep you connected to your world." The priest leans back in the chair. "Your brother is a guardian of sorts. Protects you?" Sam nods. "That's what we will use to get him back. That protectiveness for his little brother" the elderly man softly smiled at the thought of the closeness of the two brothers. "He will be drawn to you. Trying to protect you from danger. And you, Samuel, with your gift, you will bring Dean back home."
"I don't understand." Sam feeling more confused. "How?"
The priest leaned forward again. Moving closer to Sam. "You are going into the fog to retrieve your brother. It is not going to be easy. They will try very hard to confuse you, turn you to their side. They will use your weakness against you. Your mother even Jessica against you, but you will have to focus. Focus on your brother. Focus on saving him."
"But how will I know..." Sam couldn't get the words out, thinking about his mother and girlfriend being used against him.
"You will know. Your gift will help you know." The priest began to explain everything to Sam. Everything he will have to do.
Sam listened very intensely for all he cared about was to get Dean back. The priest drilled him just like his father had so many times before a hunt. Sam didn't care because Dean was coming back and he was the only way to get him back. Sam rested his elbows in the table to adsorb the lecture. He was going to do this. Sam was going to walk straight into hell and save his big brother. The same brother who has saved him so many times before in their youth. Sam was going to get Dean back.
N/A again: The scripture is from Isaiah 47:11 KJV.
