Hello readers! I've been debatingwhether or not to put Cas in this. Let me know in the comments.
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Sam awoke with a throbbing in his head. He tried to sit up but, a large hand gently pushed him back down.
"De?" He asked groggily. His mind was foggy and unable to form a complete thought. All he could focus on was the pain.
"Hey Sammy, it's me." The familiar voice of his brother made Sam relax a little.
"Wh't hap'nd?" Sam tried his best to speak but, all the pain medications made his words slur. Dean's hand gripped Sam's reassuringly.
"Don't worry about that right now. Just get some sleep Sammy." With that Sam let his eyes close and he fell into a deep sleep.
Sam grabbed a flashlight and started running through the woods.
"Dean?" He called out. Sam heard footsteps behind him. He whipped around and swiftly held a blade to something's throat.
"Whoa, geez Sammy. It's just me. You can put the knife down." Dean said, his emerald eyes shimmered in the moonlight. Sam relaxed and let the knife drop.
"What are we doing out here anyways?" Sam asked confused. Dean raised his brow and gave Sam a worried look.
"You don't remember? Geze that clown must have done a number on you. We got a lead at lunch and came hunting for it. Now let's get a move on Sam, before it takes any more children." Dean explained hurriedly. Sam began walking then stopped. He turned and held the blade to Dean's throat again.
"Sam, what has gotten into you?! What are you doing? We need to find that thing!" Dean said surprised and worried. Sam chuckled and backed Dean up against a tree.
"You must think I'm stupid." Sam said still laughing. Dean looked at him with complete confusion.
"Sam what are you talking about?" He asked.
"Since when do you call me Sam?" Sam said pushing 'Dean' up against a tree. A shrill laugh came from Dean's mouth.
"Ooh, you're good, Sammy Boy." The fake Dean said. Dean's features began to be remodeled into the thing's features. It ripped the blade from his hand and dropped it onto the ground.
"Where's Dean?" Sam demanded through gritted teeth. It still had Sam's hand in its grasp when it replied.
"I'll show you, Sammy Boy!" It replied cheerfully before throwing Sam into a well. Sam landed at the bottom with a large splash. He inspected himself for damage but, found none.
"This is getting weirder by the second." He thought aloud before taking a look around. Sam found a tunnel at the edge of the well and followed it. He found himself in a large opening that was still underground in what he guessed was, the sewers. Sam inspected the gigantic pile of junk. Some of it looked old and some of it looked brand new. Something dripped on Sam's head. He looked up to find bodies, hundreds of children's bodies floating in the air. Some of them were missing arms, legs, heads even. He walked around the humongous pile and found something that made his blood run cold. He found Dean floating in the air staring at nothing. Sam ran up to him and grabbed Dean's leg, pulling him down. Dean's eyes were milky white and nothing else. Sam called his name but, Dean didn't react. He tried giving him a little slap on the cheek, shaking him, screaming his name. Dean didn't move. It was like Sam's nightmares had come true. He lost his only brother, his only family left. Sam was alone. He could hear footsteps and a voice singing a song.
"Tick tock goes the clock. Now what shall we play? Tick tock goes the clock. Now Summer's gone away. Tick tock goes the clock. And then what shall we see? Tick tock goes the clock. 'Till thou shalt marry me. Tick tock goes the clock. And all the years, they fly. Tick tock goes the clock." It paused and held Sam by the throat.
"Now you and I must die." It's demonic voice sang as he lifted Sam off the ground. The white skin on its hand ripped off and revealed a black, bony one. It drew its hand back and shoved it into Sam's chest.
Tick tock is a little lullaby from Doctor Who. Shout out to all my Whovians! A cliffy eh. Pretty scary right?! Well you just have to wait and see what happens.