Something Different About The Darkness.
Summary. . . . . . Traipsing through the woods on a hunt with few clues, the guys become separated when a freak accident occurs. Hurt and alone Sam takes shelter in a cave, but is he the only occupant? And just who, or what is watching Dean from the shadows? Hurt Sam, angsty Dean?
Disclaimer. . . . . . . Yes they still belong to Kripkie, I'm still only loaning them.
A.N. . . . . . . Sorry this is a short one, I'll try to make the next one longer. Thanks as always for reading, hope you enjoy, Peanut x
Dean had stumbled and crawled his way back down the rock slide as soon as he had made it clear from the cave. He stood as he reached the bottom taking deep breaths, to settle himself, in the surprisingly brilliant sunlight, thanking whoever was up there for the fact that the torrential rain and thunder that had shaken the skies last night had ceased. Once calm he took stock of the situation, Sam desperately needed help and he needed it now, pulling out his cell phone he opened it up, disappointment washing over him as devices bars showed none, the valley setting interfering with the signal. He had no choice, he would have to trek it out of there. Looking around he realized his first problem, which way to go? Which way was the car? He searched frantically for some sort of recognizable landmark, but everything looked the same, shades of green and brown mingling together to form an endless sea of woodland.
Not for the first time he wished he had Sam's knack for always packing into his jackets pockets everything and anything he thought he could possible need, the small compass he knew his brother was carrying would have been a blessing right about now. He looked back at the tunnel he had created in the rubble, contemplating crawling back through to rifle Sam's pockets; deep down though he knew that if he crawled back in to where Sam lay, hurt and alone, he would find it all the more harder to leave again and that he truly believed would be the death of Sam; taking a last look around, yet still not making out any recognizable features, Dean made up his mind. Turning back to the hill the cave was carved into, he scouted out the best way to climb it. Sam had after all fallen down a hill in the first place; maybe in some sort of cruel twisted hand of fate, it was the hill he was now buried beneath. If it wasn't, and Dean could still see nothing that was familiar to him, to say that it was, maybe he would be high enough to at least get a reception on his phone.
Using the tree trunks and branches to hoist himself up, not caring about the amount of noise he was making, just caring about reaching the top, getting help, and getting back to Sam as soon as possible. The noise he was making though hid from his ears the sounds of tree limbs breaking coming from the clearing he had just left. As the figure moved out from the shadows it looked Dean's way briefly before glancing at the rock pile that now trapped the youngest Winchester. Things were working out perfectly. It could already feel the waves of fear and pain ebbing from the young man, and the ominous dark presence of Barbas. Now all it had to do was to make sure Dean didn't get back too soon and spoil the plans it had patiently made would reach fruition. Raising it's head back and looking directly at the sky, it started reciting, it's eyes changing to depth less black pits as the words were emitted stronger with each repetition.
"Tempestas plasmatar sino vestri ventus ut ululatas, quod vestri pluvia ut pluo, vestri revelo exuro, quod vestri ira ut fragosus. Sino vestri vox ut saevio per torva peritus."
As the storm clouds began to gather and strengthen once more in the sky, it's head lowered back down, it's eyes changing back to their usual brown orbs, as it began to effortlessly stalk Dean once again, a smirk growing on it's face.
A curse of "freakin' trees" escaped Dean's mouth as for the fifth time in as many minutes he stumbled and fell down onto his already scraped and painful knees. Too immersed in his quest to reach the top he didn't notice at first the darkness that had suddenly descended. As the first rain drop fell onto his shirt sleeve spreading outwards and dampening most of the fabric from his elbow to his wrist, Dean began to take notice; not because of the drops size, but because of the sudden chillness that seemed to permeate to the very center of his bone. With each fall that dropped after Dean began to feel colder and colder, pain radiating from where ever the freezing rain began to touch. Realizing that he was in trouble, Dean stopped his ascent and began to look for somewhere to take shelter, settling on a bushy oak tree that promised him the most protection. Crawling under the low hanging branches he settled in to wait it out, his arms wrapped around his knees in an attempt to bring some warmth back to his body.
A chill coursed through him, one not created by the freezing rain, but from the feeling that maybe there was something supernatural at work here. The ferocity, quickness, and unusualness of the storm was something he had never dealt with before. But if that was the case, then who was the culprit? And what exactly did they want? Feeling now that Sam's life was in even more danger, Dean's mind began to work over time trying to figure a way he could continue on with his attempt to get help without succumbing to the pain the freezing rain was giving him; the prickly feeling on the back of his neck rising once again.
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Sam's heartbeat had risen at demon name being mentioned, he had after all read enough annuals, journals and web pages to have heard of Barbas and what he had read didn't ease any of his worries about his current situation. Trying his best to adopt Dean's devil may care attitude, he looked Barbas straight in the eye before asking in the strongest voice he could manage.
"What do you want with me? Why do you have me trapped here? Where's Dean?"
Unfortunately pain chose the middle of his questions to strike throughout his body once more, making his last words come out sounding nothing more than breathless whispers. Barbas laughed, a deep guttural sound that seemed to echo for ever in the confined space, at the youngest Winchesters weakened display.
"I did not trap you here Samuel, you did that all by yourself. By summoning me here, you brought about the cave in you are stuck under." At seeing the disbelieving look on Sam's face, he spoke again this time snapping his fingers at the same time. "You don't believe me? Well lets take a look back." Almost immediately Sam was transported back in time to watch himself entering the cave, to watch himself begin to read the words written on the wall, to watch as the ceiling seemed to crash down upon himself. Another snap of Barbas' fingers and Sam was back, cold, pain riddled, and trapped beneath the rubble. "Do you believe me now Samuel?"
Sam chose not to answer the question, his mind swirled with confusion as a fountain of his own questions began to grow inside his head. Was Barbas lying? Or had Sam unwillingly summoned him here? Now that he was here, what were his plans for him? Sam decided to ask that question first, leaving the rest to stew and mull inside his head.
"What do you want with me?"
"I've watched you for a very long time from afar Sam. I know that you know who I am, that you know what I can do, so you know that I have to answer your questions truthfully. I'm here to show you just what you can become, just what you are destined to be, but only if you chose the right path."
"I'm not going to become some leader of a sick demonic army, if that's what you're going to tell me, I refuse to believe that. I wont become that."
"Ah! Denial! You can tell yourself that all you want, but deep down you really do believe that is your destiny. That one day you will become exactly what you despise, that you will become one of us. Search your heart Sam, you know what I'm saying to be the truth."
Barbas watched as the defiance left Sam once and for all, confusion and doubt registering in his eyes once again. All his adult life Sam had been told demons lie, was he now meeting one who didn't? Everything he had ever been told was going against everything he had ever researched about Barbas, which was he now to believe? He wanted to believe his father and Dean's teachings, yet another part of him believed Barbas , had believed yellow eyes, believed that one day he would turn, that one day he would go darkside, he had after all been told often enough, which made believing it all the more easier. As the depressive thoughts threatened to crush him, Sam felt tears forming and turned his head away in an attempt to keep Barbas from seeing them.
Barbas though had already noticed, crouching down so that he was once more in Sam's line of sight he stated. "Ask me Sam! Ask me for anything you would like to know the answers to. I hold all the truths that you seek, all you have to do is ask."
With Pandora's box laid out before him Sam's confusion reached new heights, what should he do? Deep down he knew that no good could become of knowing what the future held; but at the same time ever since the day Dean had told him what there Dad had said, Sam had desperately wanted to know the truth, had desperately wanted to know just what he would become. With a sense of dread, that he just couldn't push away, Sam chose to ask the questions, chose to find out what horrors awaited him. In a whisper he asked.
"What does my future hold? Will I turn evil?" He took a deep breath before asking the questions that he dreaded the most, the questions that he had spent many nights mulling over. "Did my Mom die because of me? Will I ever hurt Dean? Will my brother survive?"
Barbas lowered his head and closed his eyes as though contemplating the questions, a sadistic smirk gracing his lips, a smirk that went unseen by Sam
A.N. . . . . . . Sorry, had to leave it there for a couple of reasons; 1, I didn't want you waiting any longer for an update; And 2, I'm just that evil!
Just in case you wondered, the Latin says, "Storm maker allow your winds to howl, and your rains to shower, your lightening to burn, and your anger to crash. Allow your powers to rage with savage intent." At least I hope it does anyway!