"In 24 hours they'll be
Laying flowers
On my life, it's over tonight
I'm not messing no I
Need your blessing
And your promise to live free
Please do it for me"-24, Jem
The fog seemed to be thicker when Dean reached the main stretch of the town. Silence engulfed the air once more, and he can only hear the echoes of his footsteps. Yet, as he took another step the sound of church bells fill the air once more. He paused and reached into his back pocket to draw out the town map. The town is huge but he remembered that he spotted the church back in the gas station on the map. His finger traces down the streets until he found it once again, Balkan Church. It is located on the corner of Bloch St and Bachman St. Dean placed the map back into his back pocket and walked towards the sidewalk, or at least hoping he is walking towards a sidewalk.
Thankfully, he was going the right way because the fog cleared up around a street sign that reads, Matheson St. Good; he is on the right way because this street emerges into Bachman Street. Dean continued his walk, and holds his shotgun in his hand. As he walked, he keeps his guards up because last time he was here there were dogs walking around, hungry for human flesh. However, this time he doesn't hear the sound of howls. He jogged through the fog, but stays on the sidewalk that way he will know when he reaches a new street.
Dean held his shotgun within his firm hands, ready for any monster or demon that emerges from the fog. The sound of heavy footsteps can be heard to his right and he stopped walking, he then lifted the gun to his face, ready to shoot whatever comes from the fog. The sound of soft moaning can be heard within the fog along with faint footsteps. Then, a monster emerged from the fog and Dean took a step back when he saw it. The monster's appearance is enough for the hunter to look to the side but keeps his shotgun held up in his face. The creature is covered in its own flesh, in a straight jacket fashion and its whole body twitches violently with every step. Dean did not wait to see what it does so he shot it once and the creature released high-pitched wailing noise as it stumbled back but then it opened his mouth and spewed a spray of mist. Dean quickly covered his face but the mist coated his arm and a extremely painful feeling took over. The creature can split acid! Dean groaned from the pain but fought it back as he shot the creature once more and it dropped to the ground, dead. The hunter placed his shotgun back into its holder and gazed at his arm. The acid melted half of his sleeve around his elbow and left a slight wound, but nothing too bad.
Dean then opened up a small pocket on his leather jacket where he keeps some of his shotgun bullets, he is running low. He needs to find more if he going to survive in this hell. He jogged through the fog, staying on the sidewalk and when he reached the end of the street, the church bells begin to ring once again. Dean turned his head toward the sound and followed the melancholy sound. As he walked he heard footsteps behind him which caused him to slow down and the footsteps behind him did the same. Perhaps he is just hearing his own steps. God, this place will drive him into insanity in the end. He jogged toward the church sound and the footsteps behind him did the same and then he felt a gust of wind from beside him which caused him to stop dead in his tracks. Something ran past him, that's what caused the wind. He looked around him but did not see anything, nor did he see anything.
He is going crazy.
The church's bells get louder with every step he takes and Dean turns towards the sound of the bells but when he turned his green eyes widen. The little girl was standing a few feet from him and to his disbelief; there is no fog around her. Her long locks lay over her torn blue dress. He walked over to her and she took a few steps back into the fog.
"NO!" He shouted toward her which caused her to gaze at him, "Don't go…" he said more tenderly, he didn't want to scare her off again. "I told you this place was evil, why are you here? You're gonna get yourself killed," he said sensitively and the girl just stared up at him. Dean walked closer to her but she took another step back which caused him to sigh loudly. Why is she so scared of him!? He just wants to help her.
"Listen, let's go to the church-" he stopped talking when he noticed her little body started to tremble. Is she scared of that word? Or, is she scared of what is there? He put his hands up in defense and contuined to speak to the girl,"to the church, don't you hear the bells. Someone is there…and maybe you can stay with them, and be safe. It isn't safe for you out here," he told her as he walked closer to her.
The girl just shook her head as she walked into the fog, her hands trembling and then she disappeared into the fog.
"WAIT!" Dean shouted and ran to where she disappeared, but she was gone. Dean looked around for her but found nothing. He inhaled loudly and then exhaled little by little. He lost her, again! She's going to die out there with those demonic like creatures running around. He could never forgive himself if he found her small body drowned in her own blood. He turned toward the hum of the church bells and remembered when he said the word, church, she shook her head. Why doesn't she want to go there? Is she trying to warn him? No, maybe she is just scared of churches. There is someone in there making those bells ring, and he needs to find out who it is.
The hunter shook his head and ran his hand down his face as he made his way to the church bells. When he reached the church the fog slowly lifted away and he is standing in front of a church. A sign is in front of the church that reads Balkan Church, the goddess will grant you entire Paradise. Dean snorted at the message and walked up the cement steps, and when he placed his hand onto the wooden door the bells stopped suddenly. He gazed up the top of the church but pushed the door inside, and walked into the church.
The church is pretty small with four rows of wooden benches and in front of the church is a table with a silver bucket along with a large red book that is opened in front of the bucket. Dean's green eyes noticed a cross upon the wall but he was shocked to see the cross upside-down. These people are obviously not Christians. Yet, the sign gave it away with the word goddess.
"I've been waiting for you," a woman's voice echoed through the small church and Dean quickly turned to see an elderly woman standing beside the table. She has on a long red/brown dress with a white under touch and no shoes upon her feet. Along with a vile of such over her grey hair. Dean stared at her and pointed to the ceiling.
"Were you ringin' those bells?" He asked cautiously.
The woman nodded, "Yes, like I said, I've been waiting for you."
"Me? Why?"
"I am Dahlia Gillespie. I've had visions of you coming to our revered town and trying to help us," she said simply as she walked closer to him. "I'm taking it you've noticed the creatures lurking in the town?"
"Yeah," he said. "And what, are you the only person in this God forsaken town?"
The woman glared at Dean, "This town is holy, do not speak about it in such a vile tone. And there are others to witness the new beginning of a new era."
Dean blinked his eyes at her words. New era? It sounds like something a person from a cult would say. However, he just needs to play this game of cat and mouse with her a little longer. 'Are there other people here?" Dean asked.
"Some have stayed to watch the new beginning of paradise," she said softly. "They stay within the shadows and in our other sanctified church."
Another church? Perhaps he should look for that church after he leaves here. The woman stared at Dean and then a small smirk appeared on her worn out face. "Your assistance may come in handy," she said plainly.
"With what?" He asked.
"Well," the woman walked away and back to the table with the book and bucket. Her elderly hand running against the lace ontop of the table. "I've noticed another man around here, saying he lost his precious daughter, Cheryl. I don't trust him, and he never had a child named Cheryl. She was always ours to begin with, our child. He may try to take the holy mother, the one I need to complete Paradise-"
Dean stared at his boots, a little girl? Could it be the one he has met several times? No, it can't be because she 'said' that she did not have a family. Is there another little girl lost in this hellish city? Holy Mother? What is she talking about?
"I need this Cheryl and I need the other little girl," Dahlia said softly, waiting for his reaction. Dean's whole face grows into darkness from the words, 'other little girl'. She's referring to the girl he met today, the innocent child who is probably dead by now from those monsters lurking in the town. He refuses to let anyone take her, especially this insane woman.
Then his emerald eyes expanded remembering Cas' warning from earlier.
"The cult's priestess is trying to summon their so called God onto the physical world through a human sacrifice…more like a child sacrifice,"
This woman is the priestess! He needs to kill her now before she gets away and kills an innocent child. Dean slowly raised his hand to his gun strap but instead of reaching for his shotgun, he reached for his Colt. He isn't sure if this woman is a human or a demon in a human form. The woman had her back turned to him as he did this action and he leisurely pointed the gun at the back of her head. His vivid green hues staring at the back of her head.
"You're extraordinary Dean," the woman continued to speak with a soft laugh in her voice and Dean looked at her when he said his name. He never told her his name.
His finger slowly rests on the trigger. "I'm afraid this man might meddle with my plans ," she then paused and pulled something out of her pocket of her dress. "And I am afraid you will interfere with my plans as well." Before Dean could pull the trigger a figure dressed in a robe wearing an animal mask knocked Dean over the head with a brick, causing the hunter to fall to the wooden floor. His vision slowly blurs into darkness but he watched as bare feet walked over to him until his vision turned into darkness.