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Idea: This little fiction has a story line, but it is unabashed hurt!Dean with extremely angsty!Sam and worried!John. This is purely a selfish little piece that I decided to share. I wanted to focus on Deans recovery and how one would come back from this type of situation. Especially when Dean would internalize everything...
Also, this is a very dark little piece of fiction, so please read all warnings at the start of the chapters and don't read it if you're not into that.
Synopsis: Third part in a trilogy, Dean has defeated the Pandora evil but he has lasting physical limitations as a result of the trials. Sam has graduated from high school and their father will be sending them on a hunt that will bring Dean full circle with where this trilogy started. Through this last hunt Dean will struggle to repair the damage to his body and Sam will struggle to save both of them from a creature that none of them saw coming.
Warnings: This story will contain everything from intense emotional situations, graphic depictions of present and past torture to intense angst. If you don't like this type of thing….don't read this story. I would suggest reading 'Gone Missing' and 'Missing the Hunt' first as they will set the scene for this story.
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WARNING...Mentions of violence and gore throughout, this might bother some people so consider yourself warned...there is quite a lot of ANGST in this story...as a matter of fact...I think all my chapters have a large helping of angst...and some hurt Sam and Dean...so be prepared...don't like...don't read.
Chapter 4
The Keres
The first sensation that ran through Dean was…ouch…tasers hurt…He pulled his heavy eyelids open and found that he was staring up into the night sky. He wasn't sure what he was looking at…but it appeared to be the Big Dipper? He groaned and then turned…searching for Sam in the darkness…he was surprised that there was enough light to clearly see the field. "S-s-sammy…?!" He called when he didn' t immediately spy his lanky little brother. Dean pushed himself to his hands and knees and ignored the rush of dizziness that flooded his head, his palm coming up to his forehead as he sank back onto his heels and sat up. His eyes flying in every direction until they finally came across Sam's unconscious form. "Sam!" He cried as he scrambled to where his brother was lying face down in the wheat field, he was naked from the waist up and his feet were bare of shoes…he was dressed exactly as he had been as he'd barreled out of the bathroom trying to help his brother.. Dean grabbed his little brother's shoulders as he pulled upward and Sam rolled over, his head lolling against Dean's folded thighs. His breathing coming in rapid pants as he lightly slapped Sam's cheek and was finally rewarded with a slight twitch in Sam's face.
Dean pulled his brother's head onto his lap and then waited for his Sam to finish waking up in his own time. If anything, he knew how hard it was to 'come to' after being knocked out and this wasn't any different. Dean clenched his teeth in frustration as his eyes spun around the unknown area and he blew out an irritated breath. He could feel a slight pull in his face…so he knew that he sporting a bruise from the confrontation in the motel room. He continued to look around the field and then narrowed his eyes when he saw what looked to be shadows off in the distance. A sudden movement below him had Dean's eyes flashing down and colliding with his brother's slowly opening eyelids. "Dean?" Sam asked as he rolled slightly and then blinked owlishly up at his older brother. Suddenly his eyes spun around and he realized that they weren't in the motel anymore. "Dean? Where are we?"
Dean shrugged. "N-n-no clue." But his eyes rocketed back up to the place where the shadows had been. He was dismayed to see that they were closing the distance between them at an almost inhuman pace…it was now evident that there were three of them.
"S-s-sam…we g-g-gotta g-go." He said as he struggled to his feet, hauling his little brother up with him.
Sam sputtered his response as Dean pulled him roughly to his feet. He was just getting ready to argue with his brother when he saw that Dean's eyes were trained on a specific spot in front of them and not his face. Sam shifted his eyes and his mouth dropped open when he saw what had been a blob and was now shifting into three distinct forms. The memories of being attacked in the motel room had him grasping for his gun and then groaning in frustration when he realized that he didn't have it. The only weapons that they were likely to have was the knife that Dean always had attached to his belt, he however, wasn't wearing anything but a pair of jeans. And…shit is it cold outside…Sam thought as a shiver rippled along his torso.
Dean squinted and then his eyes widened as he recognized the forms of three women? He'd seen only men in their motel room…of that Dean was absolutely certain. But as the women continued to approach Dean found that he was looking at three of the most beautiful women that he'd ever seen. The tallest had shoulder length mahogany hair that reflected the light like a prism. She was slender and looked like she would be more at home on the cover of a French magazine than in a wheat field in the middle of Colorado. As a matter of fact…an of the three could have graced the cover of Sports Illustrated's swimsuit edition…and that was at least a magazine that Dean was familiar with. The second one was slightly shorter, with ebony black hair that sucked the light in and made it disappear in the waves of silky black that fell in soft curls down her back, nearly to her waist. While the third woman was the shortest of the three…and that was still pretty damn tall…her hair was the color of golden wheat and her face was tanned as though she'd been kissed by the sun.
Dean swallowed thickly and then tried to think of what the hell to say to three beautiful women in the middle of an abandoned field. Huh…I got nothing. He thought. Sam's eyes flashed to his and then he too was staring at the women in a mixture of wonder and confusion. Dean knew that it wasn't a good thing that these three were showing up in the middle of their abduction site. So there was a good chance that they were somehow involved…monsters came in all shapes and sizes. It was just always a little easier to believe the nasty looking ones were evil.
"Well, hello boys…" The brunette said as she stopped just short of where the Winchester brothers were both staring open mouthed. Her voice had a deep velvety richness that made Dean simply want to listen to her talk. "Oh…come on. Don't tell me you haven't dealt with women before?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm and Dean found that he was instantly switching gears and was now feeling more than a little disenchanted with her. The one with the black hair stepped forward and ran her fingers across her blood red lips and she stared at Sam. She looked back at the other two and nodded.
"B-b-but you aren't t-t-the ones t-t-that attacked us." Dean managed. She looked at him like he was dumbest thing she'd ever laid eyes on.
"No...we don't do the grunt work...we leave that for the men." She glanced at Sam again. "This is the one…he touched the disc." Her silver colored eyes flickered over to Dean and she smiled. "What's the matter Dean…don't want to stutter at us?" She grinned and stepped forward, causing Sam to try and place himself between the woman and his brother…only to have Dean growl at him and step around Sam with an angry sneer on his lips.
"C-c-couldn't c-c-care less." He ground out.
She took on a pouting face and heaved a sigh as she looked over at the blonde, like it was some great penance to have to deal with Dean. "I suppose we should fix him…he can't scream properly like this. And anything he has to say will take forever to get out." She finished cruelly and then reached up and touched Dean's face so fast that he couldn't move out of the way. Her finger nails digging painfully into his throat where his vocal cords were located, leaving bloody half-moon shapes cut into his flesh.
Sam started to say something, but the blonde held up her hand and Sam found that he was rendered motionless. Dean's eyes widened in shock as pain shot through his throat…suddenly the black haired woman was stepping back and then raising an elegant eyebrow as she looked over her shoulder. "See…told you I could fix him." Dean remembered instantly how much he hates when their monsters taunted him like he wasn't even in the room. I'm not stupid, bitch. He thought angrily.
"Yeah…but it's just so we can break them…and see what these two brothers are willing to suffer so the other doesn't have to." The blonde stepped forward and ran a long finger down Sam's chest, which had the youngest Winchester gasping in pain as a long red line was left in the wake of her razor sharp fingernail.
Dean shifted and then spun so that he was looking at Sam. "Sam…are you okay?" He asked. His mouth dropped open in mind numbing shock when he didn't stutter…in fact he felt no compulsion to stutter at all. "What did you do to me?" He asked the woman. She smiled and looked at the others in a 'see' attitude as she raised her eyebrows in satisfaction.
"They are so easy to heal. Sisters…did father tell you that? That we could heal them or…" She reached out as she stepped up to Dean and gently touched his chest. He gasped as icy shards of agony flared inside his ribcage and he had a hard time catching his breath. "See…" She said. "Dean…Sam…we are the Keres sisters and it is our pleasure to gather souls from the battle fields….the more violent…the better." She gestured to the dark haired tall sister, "This is my sister Kakoi…she is sorta father's right hand." She twisted and pointed to the raven haired woman standing near Sam, her silver eyes flashing dangerously. "And this is Lugra, she's very quiet…and lastly my name is Nosoi…and this is going to be so much fun."
Dean arched an eyebrow as his green eyes flickered from one sister to another until he managed to glare at all of them…around the still flaring pain inside his chest. "What do you want with us?" He asked, still trying to process the fact that the stutter was gone. She grinned and smirked over her shoulder at her sisters.
Sam finally managed to get free of the paralysis and staggered to where his brother was standing a few feet further away from the demented sisters. "What does this have to do with the coin?"
The brunette finally weighed in. "Well, it helps to identify pure souls…ones bound for a violent death." Her head tilted from side to side as she watched her information strike the brothers like a physical blow. "Oh come on…don't tell me you thought you'd be dying in your sleep?" She laughed out loud and shook her head in dismay.
"Listen bitch…how do we get off this roller coaster from Hell?" Dean said. His naturally snarky attitude making an almost instantaneous appearance once his voice steadied without the stutter. Lugra stepped forward and looked sideways at her sisters before grabbing onto Sam's long hair and pulling him to his knees in a show of strength that caught both brothers' off guard. Sam's cry of pain had Dean surging forward and crashing into the extended arm of the blonde. Her bright blue eyes narrowed and for a moment Dean could have sworn that he saw a shift in her flawless appearance. But his brother's muffled cry of discomfort had him shifting his focus back to the bitch holding Sam against the ground and him at arm's length.
"You don't." Nosoi said as she glared at Sam. "It's really very simply boys. We like to play before you pay. I believe that you have seen the outcome of our games before?"
"The victims." Sam said through clenched teeth. He continued to glare angrily up at the woman's icy blue eyes. Lugra stepped forward and grabbed onto Dean's wrist, taking him from her sisters grasp and forcing him to his knees next to his brother.
"Yes…their penance for touching the coin. One that I'm afraid you will share in…but since there are two of you…we want to know if the bond between brothers is as strong as the bond between sisters…" She glanced at each of her sisters in turn and then brought her eyes back to Dean's angry gaze. "I know that I would die for my sisters…but I would suffer a fate worse than death if it protected them…so the question remains…what will each of you do to keep the other alive?"
Kakoi finally stepped forward, her rich brown hair falling forward as she knelt down in front of Dean. Her eyes were a rare shade of amethyst and he found himself mesmerized by the effect of her stare. "Will you take the punishment if it means that Sam does not?" She then shifted and knelt near Sam. "And will you Sam Winchester take the pain if it means that Dean is spared?"
Both brothers answered simultaneously and then glared at one another. "Yes!"
She smiled and stood back up. "We shall see. Take the older one first….he can watch as the one that touched the disc is tested."
TBC…
Author's Note: So the Keres are the harbingers of violent death. T And they only seek destruction in its own right…they cannot be reasoned with or convinced of one's innocence. Since they know the boys are fated for a violent death and Sam touched that damn coin…their fates are now tide with the sisters. Thanks to all the awesome people that reviewed the last chapter. Be prepared because the next one is probably going to be bloody.
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