(The story gets better Q3Q Also here is part four so I hope you're pleased with it, so I'm still not done 'Part five', so sorry about this you'll have to wait again till next Saturday, the reason is, I did do the test for school, but I have to make a comic poster and a few paragraphs about this story I read. Then I have a 30 word vocabulary homework, now one more...I have to read the rest of this story I'm currently on for school, but get this- it's nine chapters I have to finish. All of those things has to be finished by Monday, so yeah I got a lot to do. So, "-"-talking, Italics-thinking, Now this is new, but the Underlined-is a vision/dream thing, well vision really though. ENJOY! :)
...From last Chapter
Bobby picked up a closed book that had a pencil inside, separating a page from the others, bookmarking his place. He read over the title of the page.
...Demons, Chapter three...
He laid the book in front of him and twisted it around so it was facing Sam, he looked up from the wrinkly paper to him...waiting for some type of reaction. Sam's face furrowed in confusion.
...Demons?...
He glanced up to Bobby for answers, Singer wet his lips and tapped his finger on the page at the title of the chapter.
"...Demons. Sam...I-I think Demons took yer' brother..." Bobby stated as his mouth became dry with the words he just told the young man...
"D-Demons?... I would've thought...," Sam's words sputtered in shock.
"Yeah...well, I thought they were-...or at least not in commission on the surface that much...I mean they're wasn't that many accounts of Demonic activity for years now, so I never took the possibility in mind that...," Bobby wiped his hand over his beard and sighed.
Sam leaned forward in the chair he was in so his elbows were perched on his legs, he ran his fingers through the mop of hair that was in front of his eyes back, he shook his head side to side in disbelief.
...This is just what they need, Demons...
Sam knew or had back then thought that Demons were real...long the lines of people and monsters, but not the actual Demons said in the bibal...
"...Demons...this is crazy. I mean, if Demons are what took Dean, what would be the-?" Sam asked.
Bobby cleared his throat and turned the book back to himself. Singer stood picking up the volume he had earlier put on the desk from the stack on the floor and handed it over the table to the confused Winchester in front of him.
Sam took the thick book out of the older mans hand and quickly read the title without even thinking.
...Summoning Creatures...
He looked up back to the space where Bobby had been, only to find it empty, he turned his head to see behind him as Bobby walked into the kitchen.
Sam's vision somehow went back to the cover, he flipped through the many dry pages till he landed on a large chapter all based on summoning a Demon...it had many warnings in the beginning paragraphs, so he skipped it.
There actually wasn't that many materials they needed...a few different herbs that he could even find at the grocery store, but some he didn't even know what they were or could even pronounce.A bowl, alongside several lit candles in a specific order with lines that connect them.
Blood must be offered inside the bowl as you chant a Latin incantation...Also they needed a matchstick.
Sam flinched when a hand was laid on his shoulder, he looked up to Bobby who handed him an open cold beer, perspiration dripped on the outside of the glass. He gave a small smile in thanks and took a sip...well more like downed half of the liquid in one gulp.
"Slow down would ya? I got more in there-you don't gotta worry about that kid." Bobby assured him, he walked back to his seat and sat back down taking a long drag from the bottle in his hand.
"So before we try to summon one of those sons of bitches, where goin' prepare ourselves and study up on them-,"
"-Read!...Dean could b-be dying right now...and you want to read about-!" Sam almost instantly interrupted.
"-Now you listen boy!, I want to get Dean back as much you do, but we have to take in account that these are Demons...they aint' one of those regular damn monsters you go and kill-!", Bobby took a breath to calm himself a bit...
It's not the kids fault in the first place...
He's been on edge ever since he got the call from a frantic Sam goin' on about how he can't find Dean. Sam had said he had called him many a times, then went to the nearest bars by the motel they were staying at for a few nights, he had found the impala sitting in an alley at the last bar he had checked. After some convincing with his fake FBI badge, the staff of that bar said that they hadn't seen the young man after he had left with some pretty chick later in their shift. That was nearly a year ago now.
"...Look, Sam...were not goin' be any help to yer' brother dead, are we?" Singer asked.
"...No...it's just-" Sam replied lowly.
"-I know...lets just not go into this guns blazing, and the bullets don't even work...now I'll later get the herbs thats on that list and while I do that, you get as much information as ya can, alright?" Bobby took another sip of the bitter beer then set the brown glass down on some of the papers on the desk.
Sam nodded and scratched at the side of his prickly jaw
...He must of forgot to shave at one of the rest-room stops...
"...While yer' at it, why don't ya go and get cleaned up," Singer quipped, to try and lighten the depressing and tense mood in the room...it worked though, Sam snorted.
"Yeah, okay, Bobby," Sam rose from the chair he was in and swallowed the last bit of the cool liquid that sloshed around at the bottom of the glass bottle.
Bobby watched as the kid grabbed his duffel bag and...
What is that thing called again?...Lapclap, or Lapslop...no Laptop!...damn he's getting old...
Sam jogged up the stairs to his room...well his and Deans room, it was two twin beds, a mostly empty wood dresser for clothes...and small closet. Yeah it wasn't that much stuff in here, but it's the closest thing him and Dean had as a place to call home. Sam strolled over to his bed and set down his items onto the mattress...he unzipped the duffel and turned it upside down and shook it, letting all the contents inside fall out across the white sheets, clothes and books, a map and his fathers journal.
Dad...dad...does he even care that his son has been missing for almost a year now?...
Sam had called him many times, but stopped after three months of trying and being sent straight to voice mail.
The last one he had sent was...well filled with screams and growls into the small speaker about...
How John had never cared about them in the first place!, How Dean should have never looked up to him!...
Their father had sent them on so many suicidal hunts that never gave them even close to an answer of where he was, just always coordinates to another state after they barely survived one of the hunts it had led them to in the first place. At that time his head felt like it was going to explode and he threw the cell-phone at the motel rooms wall, shattering it to pieces, this was one of the times Sam had been in such of a rage that he had literally ripped the motel room apart. He couldn't really remember what happened...he just recalls seeing red and breaking a chair on the floor shouting profanities at-at no one-then he must've blacked out or something after that.
Sam snatched his razor blade and shaving cream and walked back out to the hall, he turned to his left into the green themed bathroom and closed the door behind him. He turned the hot and cold silver knobs to get the temperature he wanted and rinsed the razor blade off before putting it on the sinks counter-top. Sam snapped open the cap of the shaving cream can and dumped one of his hands under the water and wet his chin, he sprayed some of the cream into his hand and applied it to the sides of his jaws, under then over his chin. He jumped when he heard a door slam from downstairs
...Most likely Bobby leaving out for the weird plants...
A few minutes later...
As Sam was shaving the right side of his jaw...a gasp left him as a fresh jolt of pain coursed through his skull making the razor blade cut into his skin...well he didn't really feel it too much, because of what was happening in his head had most of his attention.
It was dark, almost pitch black...so cold...
What the?
Sam blinked and twisted around when he heard a small whimper come from behind him.
Was it a dog?
Sam squinted only to see a vague outline of something in a corner...it was small enough to be large dog.
Wheres a light-switch?...No wait, here's a better question...where the hell was he?!
Sam looked around him to barely make out that he was in a room...maybe a basement, going by the creaks and groans of pipes and low drip-maybe a leak, in the background. He turned back to the small form when he heard a sniffle like sound emit from the spot.
Okay dogs don't sniffle...
Sam reached for his jacket pocket...damn!, he didn't have his gun, not even a knife.
"H-hey are-" Sam began, but was stopped when a heavy scurrying sound filled the chilly space...whatever it was. It was moving.
"N-No please...",...Sam knows that voice...but it can't be!
"Dean, Dean...Dean, how many times do we have to go through this?..." Before Sam could react, a shadowy cast of a person went through his body in front of him. He then heard something...it was the most broken, painful scream he had almost never heard in his life.
"I guess, I'm going to have to, Teach, You, To, Keep, Your, Trap, Shut !" A definitely male voice yelled, only with each emphasized word, a choked scream joined it, till Dean's voice was totally gone, and only wet gags were left.
"Stop it you bastard, Stop it, I'll kill you, you Sonuvabitch!" Sam yelled at the top of his lungs, he tried to punch the thing, but his hands just kept going through the black outline.
"...Your killing him...your killing him!" He sobbed out through his tears, still doing everything he could, but not effecting a damn thing.
Back to reality...
Sam's eyes snapped open to the mirror in front of him, he started to cough and let the tight grip on the sink go and barely opened the toilet lid in time before whatever he had eaten that day had made a grand reappearance, even some of the beer he had drunk.
He dropped to his knees when he began to only vomit up sour bile, he leaned back and wiped the strings of saliva from the sides of his mouth. Sam rubbed away the salty liquid from his eyes and choked back a sob, he took deep shaky breaths through his clenched teeth before rising back up from the floor to the sink.
Sam looked up into the mirror to see a crimson red liquid trickling from the deep cut on the side of his jaw, he grabbed a soft light green towel from beside the sink and soaked some of the water from the faucet into it.
He ringed some of the water out then dabbed at the laceration, he hissed a little from the pain...he still was trying to comprehend what had just happened just now.
Did he just have a dream awake?...But thats impossible...maybe he's finally gone crazy, but no it was so real...it couldn't of been a dream...could it?
Sam took the towel from his flesh to see it had stopped bleeding...it looked terrible though, he inspected the towel to see a big red-brown stain...
No way is Bobby going to get this out.
Sam threw it into the small waste bucket, he'd buy Bobby another one, when he gets the chance, he examined the cut again...he could probably use a few steri-strips from the First-Aid kit in his room. He took some toilet paper squares, crumpled them up and wiped the blood from the counter-top and tossed it into waste bucket next to the sink. He then rinsed the blade and turned to trek back out of the bathroom as quickly as possible
...Bobby was still out...
Sam closed the door behind him with a loud creak and dropped down onto his mattress, setting the First-Aid Kit beside him.
A few hours later...
Sam raised his head from the book he was reading when he heard the front door open and close from downstairs.
"...I'm back, Sam!...there was a few more ingredients that I needed to go a little farther out to get...I'm goin' make some chili in a few minutes, if ya want any I'll call ya down when it's done!" Bobby hollered at the bottom of the steps.
"Yeah, alright Bobby!" Sam yelled, he felt a little silly screaming through the door though. Bobby heard the muffled go ahead from at the top of the stairs and nodded to himself.
Sam went back to reading the long paragraphs of the page and biting his thumbnail into his mouth as his vision trailed the words. He shook his head to get the strands of hair from out of his eyes way...maybe he should get it trimmed again, Sam was also thinking if he should or should not tell Bobby about what had happened earlier today.
They don't have time to worry about him...they need to focus on getting Dean back.
Sam looked beside him to the window...it was already dark out?...it didn't feel like it was too earlier he had started to read this thick volume...yup, it was 8:26 PM. Sam cracked his neck to the sides and turned his eyes to the empty bed not to far from his...he sighed out, but the heavy feeling didn't go away.
Don't you worry Dean...where close to getting you back now...I will find you.
(A little tricky to make this chapter, to mold it the right way if you understand. So I hoped you liked that, uhhhh thanks for reading, PLEASE LIKE AND FOLLOW, REVIEW if you enjoy this, it will make me feel fantastic...I honestly love when you take the time to click or review on this. I really really appreciate y'all even reading this. Thanks, lindsayd16, babyreaper, and that Guest for reviewing! See ya next Saturday! : )
