Breaking
Chapter Six
The trek back to the motel took sometime due to his injuries
and the exhaustion. But his mind was on Dean and the entity that he didn't
realize he was near the motel till a sense of foreboding swept over
him. He scanned the area, noting the impala in the parking lot.
Help!
Sam stopped and looked around the area. He blinked; he swore he
heard someone cry for help. He flinched and reached up to his temple as a
sense of fear swamped his mind. Pain lanced thru his head, as he felt not
heard someone ask for help. The pain intensified for a moment. He looked
around expecting to see Chelsea. It had not gone unnoticed by Sam that
each time he sensed someone else's emotions Chelsea showed up. But this
he sensed was someone else. The emotions and pain increased, as he got
closer to the motel room. This sense he felt was familiar. Like an old friend.
"Oh god, Dean" Sam said as he scrambled towards the room and the
open doorway. But was stopped at the threshold by an unseen force. He ran
his hands along the door but still couldn't get thru. His breath caught as he
saw inside the room. A dark gray mist pulsated around Dean. It was
shooting little sparks of electricity into him.
"Dean!" Sam yelled as Dean started to convulse on the floor.
"Get away from him." Sam screamed. He slammed his fist against the
shield that kept them separated. Pain shot thru his head and blood dripped
from his nose as Dean's pain and fear overwhelmed his mind and body.
"Please stop." Sam pleaded as his sight started to darken. But he
fought to remain awake. Suddenly the pain was gone. He could still feel
Dean but it was somehow muted. Sam felt eyes on him so he lifted his head.
He saw the town's people in a semi-circle in front of him. He slowly
stood on shaky legs.
"What's going on here?" Sam asked as he spotted the old doctor in the
crowd. Sam stepped back against the doorjamb as the people moved aside
and Chelsea came forward. He stared at her as she approached.
"Sam I told you to leave. Why couldn't you just leave?" She said.
Sam stared at her. He couldn't fathom what was happening.
"You and your brother are causing this town trouble and I tried to
warn you but now it's out of my control." Chelsea said with sad eyes. Sam
scrunched his eyes in confusion.
"We haven't done anything to this town." Sam replied.
"You don't have to do anything. It's your presence that is causing
havoc. Just by being here." Chelsea said.
"Mr. Daniels." Sam looked towards the doctor.
"You, yourself are not the problem, so you may go. Leave this town
and never come back." He said. Sam was having trouble concentrating as his
mind was once again bombarded with pain. He reached up a hand to his
temple.
"What…are…you…talking…about?" Sam said thru the pain. He
flinched when Chelsea reached up and touched his head. A cool numbness
spread through out his head. The pain subsided and he looked up almost
gratefully.
"You are free to go. However your brother will remain here." The
doctor said. Sam looked at him in disbelief.
"I'm not leaving without my brother." Sam said.
"You sir, don't have a choice." The doctor said and motioned with his
hands. Two goons stepped forward reaching for Sam. He pushed away
from the door, readied himself. Sam knew that he was a good fighter. Hell
he was taught by the best, but he was not in tip-top shape. He was not ready
to give up without a fight. He needed to get Dean out of there. He tried with
all his might.
With one arm in a sling made things difficult and while he was
occupied with striking at one goon and evading his cohort, Sam's back
arched and he groaned as he was tazed from behind. Electricity and pain
arced thru his body and then he knew nothing but darkness.
The town's people came closer and gently gathered the unconscious
man before them and carried him away.
Sam woke abruptly and found himself in the back seat of the impala
with no memory of how he got there. He tried to sit up but pain shot thru his
body. He groaned and nearly passed out again. Taking low even breaths,
Sam was able to sit up and get his bearings. He struggled a bit getting out of
the car, but was finally able to stand on very shaky legs.
He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun which had spiked the pain in his head.
He looked around his immediate area. The car stood just to the side
of the only road leading to and from the small town just shy of the highway.
The entire area had the air of abandonment about it. Sam slowly made
his way to the trunk of the car.
He realized he didn't have the keys. He looked inside of the car but found no keys. Of course not, Dean would not
allow him anywhere near the driver's side. He shook his head at the thought.
He could pick the lock except his pick set was in the trunk. He sighed as he
realized he would have to walk back to town. He would have to be careful and on full alert. Well as best to his abilities as he could manage.
As he begin walking he visualized the layout of the town and the
Various ways into and around the motel. Disregarding one plan after
Another till he came up with a way to get to the motel without being seen.
Then came up with a backup plan. He turned his mind to the problem
of eliminating the entity without it doing further harm to Dean and without
getting snared in the mist himself.
He really needed to do research before attempting this hunt. But this was Dean…his brother. He could still feel
Dean's fear and pain but only slightly, which started to scare him. Sam
shook himself from the daze his thinking had put him in when he realized he
had stopped walking.
He looked around completely confused. He continued
to walk, but again was stopped when he bumped into something.
But nothing was in front of him. He reached out with a shaky hand
and was once again stopped. He brought up both hands to trace the area in
front of him. It must be the same thing that blocked him from the motel
room. Keeping one hand on that barrier, Sam followed it from one side of
the road to the other.
He pounded on the barrier and growled with frustration. When he
couldn't go around the barrier, he turned and headed back to the car. He still
didn't have his cell on him but maybe Dean left his in the car. Doubtful, but
he'll look anyway. Once he got back to the car he rummaged around the
glove box.
He smiled as he came up with a cell phone. However it wasn't Dean's. Sam forgot that his brother kept their
father's cell phone in there. He had to swallow a lump that appeared. Clearing his throat he hoped that it had some juice left. He had to fiddle
around with it but he was able make one desperate call.