It's raining and it's foggy and there is absolutely nothing to do, so…I wrote another chapter…LOL I hope you'll like it.
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Dean found Sam in the bathroom, leaning over the white porcelain sink, scorching hot water running over his hands and his hair a mess.
"Sammy?!"
"Yeah?"
"Whatcha doing there?"
"My hands…they're all bloody. I can't seem to get it off." He smiled and rubbed his hands together more roughly.
Dean stepped closer, keeping his eyes locked on Sam's reflection in the mirror; the steam fogged the mirror, but Dean could still see Sam's eyes shining in the yellow bathroom light. His bangs were in his eyes, his lips slightly parted and sweating buckets. Dean could see Sam's nape glistering with sweat, his slight curls plastered to his skin.
"Sam," he stepped behind his little brother, "your hands," and reached over Sam to grab at his hands and turn off the water, "are fine."
He could feel Sam's heartbeat racing beneath his fingers, and the water that still remained on Sam's hands was slowly cooling down.
"See? Sam, no blood."
"Yeah, yeah," his brow furrowed and his voice deepened, "ummm, we overslept. We should get going."
Dean let go of Sam's hands and watched as his brother started to pick up his duffle.
"Yeah, okay…it's," he glanced at his watch, "almost half past two, we need some time to get there, eat…so yeah…we should get movin'. But Sam…"
Sam spun around: "'m gonna be fine, it's just this…I want the thing that did this dead, okay?! Dead with a capital 'D'."
"You and me both."
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The late afternoon sun was shadowed by dark-blue clouds…a storm was brewing in the distance. A storm that will hit fast and hard.
The road looked different then it did last night, true they didn't have a dead boy in the backseat, but…everything should have been more daunting, but it really wasn't. It was just…the silence before the storm.
"We found him somewhere 'round here, right?"
"Yeah, I think so," Sam said and stepped a little closer to the road's edge, his boot in the grass, "there's still some blood here."
He pointed to the pebbles that were drenched in blood; they really should have covered them when they left last night.
Dean stepped closer and crouched down to look at it: "We need to cover this with something…and before you say anything…I want this…whatever it is dead too."
He got up from the ground and started to move some clean pebbles over the ones covered with blood. It was…unreal. There was a boy, a living kid lying there just a few hours ago and now there was nothing there but some blood. Dean though that he had seen it all in the line of work he was in…but something like this…it hurts and you never get used to it. You shouldn't get used to it.
"Now what?"
"Well he came out from that direction," Dean pointed to some bushes, "so…we go there."
"You want to go into the woods?!"
"Well yeah…"
Dean looked at Sam, not really knowing where all this indecisiveness was coming from. It's not like they will be stepping into the woods for the first time in their lives.
"You don't even know what's in there."
"Whatever it is…it's gonna die when we find it, so quit your worrying."
"Dean!" Sam whispered to his brother's back, that was silently slipping into the woods, the trees enveloping his form.
"What?!" Dean turned around and bumped into Sam's chest.
Rolling his eyes and pushing Sam away from him, Dean mumbled in a whisper: "What? The woods are our only lead, we have to at least check it out, the police probably missed something, you know how incapable they are."
Sam stumbled backwards, stepping on a dry twig, snapping it in two: "Yeah, yeah okay, just…" don't sneak away like that ever again, "lets go."
And the storm was sneaking closer and closer.
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Why is the night always so eerily quiet that you can hear your own heart beat? Trying to leap out of your chest, making you breathe slower, just so that you could force it to stop beating so loud. Just to keep that silence…silent. Undisturbed.
The owl that was sitting on a branch was looking around, minding her own business, eyes wide, trying to spot her food, that ever elusive mouse. She shook her head and made a noise that send shivers down Sam's spine. He grabbed his gun tighter with his hands, almost breaking the handle with sheer fear that cursed through his body.
The moon, not almost full, three more days, Dean knew, illuminated the path they were walking on. It was a narrow one, covered with twigs, leaves and fallen needles, making a soft base for the foot to collide with. Having a brownish color, almost white, with the moon shining on it.
The fern growing at the sides was brushing their jeans, soft almost undetectable, leaving a slight tickling sensation.
Mist gathered around them, a consequence of the rain, swirled around the trees. Squeezing them in a tender embrace.
The presence of humans, was making the owl nervous, so she spread her wings wide and flew away. That mouse just got another day.
There was a slight drizzle falling from the black sky. Dean wiped away some of the rain that obscured his vision. Sam did the same. He could feel the gathered raindrops on his hair, slowly seeping down the back of his neck, down his spine and somewhere in the middle, his shirt drank it all.
The sounds were a small whisper in the dark. A cricket there, an owl somewhere far in the distance, a lost bird somewhere close. Some deer brushing through the bushes. Or at least that's what they were hoping it was.
The light from their flashlights was chasing shadows in the bushes, up the trees, along the pathway. Somewhere in the distance it lost its power and moonlight took over, swallowing it.
Trees were embracing them from all directions, making an almost claustrophobic effect on Dean. Branches leaning over their heads, like little thin hands, trying to touch them.
He looked around, eyes wide, face emotionless, a look that would break bones, a look of utter concentration and readiness. Sam was no different. Mouth drawn in a thin line, eyes lurking, blinking away the drizzle, he was already loosing patience with.
They were walking side by side on the path, Dean slightly in front of Sam, almost in the undergrowth, but that didn't bother him. As long as Sam was right behind him.
Heavy footsteps breaking small twigs on the path, making snapping sounds that echoed through the forest. They prayed no one heard it, them.
Some of the raindrops that proved too heavy for the leaves to keep on fell on Dean's hair, slide down his forehead, down his brow, eye, cheek, when eventually falling on the floor. It didn't make a sound, it just left a tickling feeling on his face. He would smile at that, if he wouldn't be so concentrated on drawing one foot in front of the other.
Every sound made them flinch slightly, stop a little, look around and continue.
The night was cold and it made them shiver. That drizzle didn't help the matters. Not at all. Small puffs of breath came out of their mouths, disappearing in the mist. Sam's teeth chattered, lips going from slightly pink to almost lightly blue.
Need a warmer jacket.
Sam swiped away some small pesky fly, or at least that's what he thought it was. There was a swarm of them on their right, following them silently. They were attacking him, biting him on his hand, face, neck. He was on the verge of a breakdown.
He turned slightly to his left to look at how his brother was doing. Dean was battling the same things he was. Wetness, cold and bugs. He watched as Dean killed a fly and flicked it to the floor somewhere. He smiled slightly at that. Dean and bugs. Funny.
"Hey, Sam." Dean turned around a little and met Sam's figure slightly bent and tired. Or was it fear?
Sam raised his head only to be met with the bright light from Dean's flashlight.
"Jeez, Dean. You tryin' to burn my eyes out?"
Dean pointed his flashlight to the floor.
"Oh, Sam, you should've seen your face." and a silent laughter followed those words.
"Nice Dean, real nice. I'm glad you find scorching my eyes out amusing."
"Sam, it's this silence, man. It's driving me crazy. And these bugs and the rain. I'm going insane here."
Sam wanted to point his light into Dean, but he thought the rain and the bugs did a lot more damage than he could have done with his flashlight. "Yeah, me to. Just don't do that again. I need my eyes. Unless you want to sit behind the computer doing research from now on?"
Dean looked at Sam and thought about it.
Still thinking.
"Yes sir, Sammy sir." and a salute made Sam smile.
Even thought his brother can be a complete moron sometimes, he was glad that Dean broke the silence. It was getting on his nerves too. Irritating him, would be more accurate.
And just as he was about to comment on Dean calling him sir and saluting him, he saw Dean's eyes widen and a look of awe flicker in them.
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TBC…
