Red String Of Fate-Chapter Three
"Gabe, come on!" Sam whined, trying to pull the golden-haired man off the bench of the park.
"But Sammy, they're walking to fast!" Gabe complained, standing up with an exaggerated sigh. Sam rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless.
"C'mon! Seriously, Dean and Cas are way ahead, we're gonna lose sight of them!" Sam said, grabbing the golden-haired man's arm and forcibly dragging him forward.
The two walked, a little behind Dean and Cas, Sam showing a complaining Gabe around the park.
While Gabe was busy messing with the ducks in the duck pond, Sam looked up to realize their siblings had disappeared. "Hey…. Where are our brothers?" Sam asked, stopping and glancing around for their lost siblings.
"I'm sure they're fine…. Probably intentionally lost us." Gabe smirked, "But… Now that they aren't here… We don't need to follow them! That means we can go wherever, right?"
Sam glanced worriedly in the direction he last saw Dean. There is no way he'd just leave me alone like this… Especially with someone we just met. I guess, maybe, I should respond to Gabe before he gets worried or something...
"Yeah, sure… What do you want to see?" Sam's answer was slightly subdued, even Gabriel could tell, and they barely knew each other.
"... Oh, well, I saw an ice cream stand back there, we should get ice cream!" The shorter boy smiled to try to hide his blatant worry. Sam half-sighed half-laughed and nodded his head, turning around and walking back in the direction from which they came.
Dean yelped in surprise as a woman in a pantsuit with black-framed glasses, blonde hair, and a clipboard held at her side appeared right in front of where he and Cas were walking. When Cas saw her, he groaned a little.
"You again? You just never quit, do you?" The raven-haired man asked in frustration. Dean didn't recognize her, but instinctively knew something was off.
It was an instinct he hadn't used since their dad died, and he and Sam quit hunting. For good. Well, apparently not anymore.
Dean turned around and opened his mouth to call out to his younger brother, but as he started to form the word 'Sammy', he realized they were no longer in the park. They stood in the center of a dark, musty room with a devil's' trap painted under Dean and Cas' feet. The woman had been right outside the circle.
Maybe she's a demon?... No, that wouldn't make sense. But I guess I could check…
"Cristo!" He hissed, waiting to see if she would recoil. When she didn't he felt a sense of relief but also a sense of dread. If she were a demon, an exorcism would do… but now he has no guesses on who or what she is. And then there was Cas to worry about. He seemed to know who she is, but Dean doubts he knows she isn't human. He's probably shaken to the bone right now, have been transported with a touch.
The blonde laughed. It was a scary and maniacal laugh. Dean felt his blood run cold as the shriek of laughter chilled him to the bone. It wasn't right. It was downright terrifying. Dean realized Cas was clutching his jacket sleeve and leaning most of his weight on the slightly taller male.
Their captor screeched another laugh and, with that, disappeared and left the echoing ring of her insanity to bang back and forth in the small, dark room. Dean shivered involuntarily, turning to the blue-eyed man who was still clutching his sleeve.
Both of them collapsed to the floor, Cas not letting go of Dean's sleeve, and Dean bringing a hand up and holding a bunch of fabric. It was as if the touch reminded them they weren't alone. The other is still alive.
"Dean, I-" Cas started at the same time Dean started to say
"Cas, I-"
"Oh. You go first." Cas said.
"Well, see, she's a monster…" Dean paused to allow that information to sink in.
"Yes. I am aware." Cas told him.
"Yeah. Sam and I-wait, what? You know?"
"Yes, Dean. I am an-never mind."
Dean eyed him suspiciously, but still they held onto each other's clothing.
"Well, fine. Sam and I used to be hunters, until our dad died on a hunt when I was eighteen. I took Sam in and sent him to public school. I worked part time at a Chick-fil-a to earn money for food and clothes. We never continued hunting after dad passed. We never talked about it either. It was just mutually accepted. Oh, by the way, hunters as in hunting monsters such as the bitch who locked us up."
"Okay. So, do you know any ways to get out of here? Because I do not want to still be in here when she gets back." Cas let go of Dean, who pouted in the absence, but quickly wiped that off when the first male held out his hand to help Dean up.
Sam decided to text his brother, just to make sure he was alright. Dean always answers Sam pretty quickly, a habit from back when they were hunters.
From youDean
Hey man. You okay? Gabe and I kinda lost ya. We're by the ice cream stand close to the duck pond.
Then, Sam waited, occasionally taking a bit of the banana split Gabriel had forced him to get.
One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Sam was painfully aware of how long it was taking Dean to reply. When he had waited for over ten minutes, Sam knew something was off.
"I don't think they're okay. I think they are in trouble, and I think we are too." Sam muttered, frowning thoughtfully.
A/N: So you know where I said ducks in the duck pond? Yeah, I may have almost said dicks in the duck pond, lol I am sorry if I ever have awful typos like that because when I'm in the zone I don't realize my typos.
So… This chapter was a little strange, yes, and if you are confused, the blonde lady is loosely based off Fate from 'My Heart Will Go On'