SUPERNATURAL STORY

The Gift

Ascension - Part Two

By Jennifer

It is the one thing he is better off not knowing that it would kill him as our eyes slowly return to one another the brown depths now looking through me as I instead listen to the music for a moment.

My thoughts hinging on that mark on Dean's arm and to what our own father would have had to say to all this and if anything he would be in complete agreement with trying to protect his eldest son in the only way possible as my brothers voice fine tunes the thought:

"Sam can you tell me something more about dad?"

The brown depths giving an enquiring glance, the coldness their giving the first signs of warmth with his earlier anger having diminished as the eye quickly dodges mines returning to the hail swept dark landscape.

As I now hit harder on the exhilarator the whisky, hitting the mark along with Deans sensitively casual put words. With a sigh escaping too that we are leaving Cherokee thankfully behind us and as questions go.

It is about the best so, far as I try and, use it to my advantage turning the volume of the radio down while at it:

"Sure but what do you want to know Dean?"

The features hitting me with a full smile in the darkness my younger brother waiting on my own response and I am not right sure of what I am asking for either as I nervously throw it back his way:

"You know just like how he brought us up alone Sam."

My hard swallow and further twitch bringing the drivers gaze back this way the look half- comical on his features as he comes straight to the point:

"Ok you might not like what I have to say big brother but I'll tell you something."

The features broadening to a wide grin my glance finding his as I find another half-hearted reply:

"It cannot be that bad little brother."

As the brown eyes roll his tone beckoning, on me too at least hear him out as I see in the darkness the look in the eye changing slowly. That he is turning back the years to another time and place as I am now without curtsy given another serious look.

Sam's words spilling out freely his gaze holding mines steady as he hits me with the other facts the ones that I have not even thought of. Relating to our father and what his rushed full pace is managing to bring across.

That I was the one looking out for him more so than our dad as my concentration lapses to what little memory I hold of him, my hand reaching out at that to switch the music off as my brothers voice again bridges the gap between us:

"So you are really all ears now?"

Dean's gaze landing on mines at that comment as I get a single, handed nod in the darkness the eyes no longer wavering and he is prepared to listen as I relax a little under that taught gaze.

Seeing the tiredness that he is now again fighting against as I return carefully to what I had been saying giving him further time to get used to the idea. The darkness hiding his further expression to my words as, I automatically now throws in one of my own earliest memories.

The first hunt that I had been part off and the weapon I, had been armed, with as my brother now listen's to what I have to say the hazel eyes showing deep concentration along with it. As I see the pain reveal its self to what, he himself cannot remember as he now halts me mid sentence:

"He armed us both with guns and left us there to fend for ourselves?"

Sam's eye finding mines as he nods looking to the journal as our eyes again meet the rain along with the sound of this black Impala as it journeys onwards. Being the only other eerie sound to fill the silent void between us as my younger brother stops his story at that.

The silence defining it to the blankness of my own memories as I fight my own private war of distrust towards him and it is something I am unable to help. As his brown soft gaze senses what I am thinking as he turns slowly away from me to look at the open road and the rain lashing in the headlights.

As my hand lightly touches the journal resting their as my thoughts begin to drift my eyes closing on this darkened world, that I no longer know or understand…..sleep at last winning over as the sounds of the vehicle and the rain.

Being the only thing to touch me as I fall sound to all around me darkness bathing me in a dreamless pit as time lapses into nothing with