Colors of the End

by lucacat4

Sam wants out of the hunting life, wants to take up his scholarship and go to Stanford. The problem is, even with the scholarship, he doesn't have enough money to get going on his own, and John isn't willing to aid him in such a cause. That leads Sam to one another option: put his fighting and survival skills to good use, and join another kind of hunt. The American military.

6. Chapter 6

Lights. Camera. Action.

It's too much to take in, the bombardment of sensation that assails him as soon as he drags his aching, weighed eyelids up and open. Everything is too bright, moving too quickly, and the noise-it's by turns muted and deafening, a terrifying, thunderous rumble of incomprehensible, unstoppable sound.

Something wells up in him and blurs his vision so that his eyesight looks as though he's underwater. Everything becomes jello in a flowing, formless mass of colors and shapeless shapes that make his head spin in overdrive.

Faceless figures are bending over him, hands extending and mouths running, gaping red-rimmed holes opening and closing like giant goldfish. Thin fingers are reaching towards him, plucking at his clothing and grabbing at his hair in a sickening push and pull game of tug-o-war.

Nothing is stable, nothing is sensible, but as the blackness closes in once more a single word floats up from the gloom and shimmers before his eyes, a blazing imprint in his heart, his mind, his soul. His being. His brother.

Dean.