Title: Aftermath
Summary: When a blast wave hit's a small town it kills everyone unlucky enough to be stuck in its path. Even werider the town is now full of demons who are possessing the dead. Now it's up to Sam and Dean to find out a way to stop them. Only problem, they have no idea where their brother is or even if he's alive.
Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural or any of its characters. I'm just borrowing them for a bit.
A/N: I'll try to have the next chapter up in the next couple of days but it may be a bit longer. Please let me know what you think.
On another note Thank you angeleyenc for reviewing just about every chapter I've posted so far. You're support is greatly appreciated and helps motivate me to keep writing.
For a moment Taylor thought that she might be dreaming but this was way too vivid to be a dream. All this time she hoped he would be alright and that he would wake up but she never once thought about what she was going to say to him when he did. Stay calm I'm not going to hurt you seemed a bit cliché beside no one really believed you when the first few words that came out of your mouth was I'm not going to hurt you. Sam's eyes scanned the room groggily. It was obvious he hadn't figured out that he wasn't exactly in Kansas anymore or he did and his brain was just taking a bit longer to process it. Either way she was running out of time. He turned his head and looked at her. His eyes widened in panic. He quickly sat up wincing in pain the entire time.
"Hey…" Taylor said walking towards him. "I'm not going to hurt you…" She said not knowing what else to say. She quickly regretted it. Sam glared at her and began to claw and pull at the ace bandages that were securing his arm to his chest.
"Don't." Taylor said grabbing his arm to stop him. Sam jerked his arm away and pushed her away from him causing her to fall in the floor.
"Where's Dean? What have you done to him?" Sam said angrily.
Taylor quickly stood up and looked back at the door when she heard Chris come into the room. He had his handgun raised and aimed at Sam the instant he got in the doorway. Taylor panicked and stepped in between Chris's gun and Sam. She knew if he thought Sam had hurt her he wouldn't hesitate to shoot him. Chris was an excellent shot and she knew if he wanted to he could hit Sam whether she was in the way or not. She also knew he wouldn't try. He might be willing to kill a stranger to protect her but he wouldn't be willing to risk her getting caught in the crossfire no matter how low the chances were.
"Taylor get out of the way." Chris ordered.
"No." She said glancing back at him. "Just wait!" She said holding up her finger.
"Where's my brother you son of a bitch?" Sam yelled causing Taylor to turn her attention towards him.
"Taylor move!" Chris yelled. He side stepped to the right to get a better shot. Taylor saw him move out of the comer of her eyes and stepped to the side to keep herself in between him and Sam.
"If you hurt him I swear to god I will rip you limb from limb." Sam warned.
"Taylor!"
This was getting out of control. She couldn't keep Chris away from Sam for long and with Sam freaking out the way he was Chris wouldn't think twice about shooting him. She felt like the walls were closing in on her. She looked back and forth between Chris and Sam. She knew she had to keep her eye on both of them. Sam because she wasn't sure what he was capable of and Chris because she knew he would stop at nothing to protect her. She couldn't keep this up for long eventually Chris was going to get a shot or Sam was going to take his. Sam and Chris were both still yelling but at the moment it just sounded like gibberish. She felt like she was hyperventilating. She finally got aggravated enough that she reached around her back and grabbed the gun that she had tucked in her waist band. She pulled it out aimed it at the ceiling and fired off a shot.
"Everyone shut up!" She screamed glaring at Sam and Chris. "Chris put you're damn gun down. And you." She said pointing at Sam. "We have no fucking clue where you're brother is. You were alone when we found you! Everyone just calm down or I'm going to put a bullet in both of you." She glanced at Sam then at Chris.
Chris slowly lowered his gun but kept his finger on the trigger. It wasn't what she wanted but it was more then she expected. She gave Chris a slight smiled then turned her attention back to Sam. He seemed more confused and less angry then before but he still looked like he was about to attack at any moment. It made Taylor really uncomfortable but she didn't show it. She didn't want to give either of them a reason to start yelling again. She sighed and slowly put her gun back into the small of her back then raised both hands in there air.
"Now like I was trying to tell you before we're not going to hurt you. What do you remember?" She asked calmly.
Sam sighed and shook his head. "Not much." He said looking up at her. He didn't trust them not by a long shot but at the moment he had no choice but to go along with them. "I was driving into town to meet my brother. There was a…" Sam paused for a moment trying to find the words to describe it. "A flash of white…and then…I woke up here."
"You're brother was in town when the wave hit?" Taylor asked cautiously. Sam looked up at her and narrowed his eyes when he heard the change in her voice. He could tell she knew more then she was letting on.
"Yeah, why?" Sam said worried. Taylor's sighed. Her face was filled with sadness. Sam felt a lump form in his throat and knots formed in his stomach. "What?" He asked in panic.
"Umm…I uhhh" Taylor stumbled searching for a way to tell him but she couldn't think of a way to say it. She couldn't imagine getting this kind of news about her brother how was she supposed to be the one to tell Sam about his. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Sam's fear and panic become more apparent on his face which each failed sentence. Taylor turned and looked back at Chris. Her eyes were beginning to turn red as tears formed in the rims of her eyes. 'I can't.' She mouthed. Chris put his gun in his waist band and walked up beside Taylor. He put his hand on her shoulder before stepping partially in front of her. He didn't know how Sam was going to react and he didn't want Taylor getting caught in the crossfire.
"The flash of white you saw was actually a shock wave. Its power was equivalent to that of a nuclear bomb just without the destructive properties of the explosion. I'm sorry but if you're brother was in town when the wave hit there is no way he could have survived."
Sam's eyes hardened as he glared at Chris. "You're lying." He said standing up off the bed.
"I wish I was, but look at yourself." Chris felt Taylor grab his hand and lay her head against his back. He could feel her body trembling as she cried. Chris put his hand on hers and continued. "You were several miles away from where the blast originated and you barley survived."
Sam clinched his jaw and shook his head. "No you don't know Dean like I do. If anyone could have survived it's him."
Sam pushed his way past Chris and Taylor and walked out into the hall. He stumbled and was force to catch himself on the wall. He was still weak, thirty, and every inch of his body begged for him to lay back down but he ignored all of it. He had to find Dean or die trying. He walked towards the living room and slung open the front door. He used the railings to support himself as he jogged down the steps.
"Wait…Sam…" He heard Taylor's voice call out to him. He ignored her and continued walking down the hill. Leaves and twigs crunched beneath his feet and the cool autumn wind nipped at his face and hands.
"Sam, you don't even know where you're going. How is getting lost in the woods going to help anyone?" She still didn't get a response. She ran up behind him and grabbed his arm just below his shoulder. Sam stopped and turned to look at her. He could see Chris running towards them out of his peripheral vision. "Would you just wait a minute?"
"What?" Sam snapped.
"Listen, I can't imagine how you feel right now? If someone told me that my brother had…well let's just say my reaction wouldn't be that much different from yours. But you have no idea where you are or what's out there. You're hurt and you haven't had any food or water in at least twenty four hours maybe longer. Just please come inside and let us help you." Taylor pleaded.
Sam glanced up at the cabin and shook his head. "Sorry but no. I can take care of myself." Sam pulled his arm away and started walking away again.
"Even if you do find him it won't be your brother anymore." Taylor said as she watched Sam stumble down the hill. Sam narrowed his eyes in confusion and turned to look at her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked angrily.
"This may sound a little….well a lot crazy but the wave was caused from a ritual designed to open up a gate to hell. An entire army of demons were released and anyone who wasn't completely mangled in the wave would have been taken over by one of them." Taylor sounded defeated. She was trying everything she could think of to keep Sam from leaving.
"I can handle the demons." Sam pulled down his shirt just enough so Taylor could see his tattoo. "And no matter how hard they try no demon is getting inside me or my brother."
"Wait…you're a hunter." Taylor's voice sounded more accusing then surprised.
"And while all this was going on where were you? Why didn't you stop it?" Sam's voice became angry again and he glared at Taylor. Chris walked down beside Taylor and stepped between her and Chris.
"Just because you have a broken arm doesn't mean I won't kick your ass." Chris's threatened.
Taylor looked at Sam and she could tell he was about to say something back odds were whatever it was it wasn't good. She grabbed Chris's arm and pulled him a couple steps back then stepped in between them. There was barely enough room for her to fit. She put her hands on both their chest and tried to push them away from each other. She was failing miserably.
"Does this have to happen every time we have a conversation?" She asked looking from Chris to Sam. "We didn't know. We were on our way back to town when the wave hit. We were just a few miles further out then you were actually." Taylor said angrily.
She took a deep breath to calm herself down then she turned around to face Sam. She put her back against Chris's chest to make sure he didn't charge at Sam and crossed her arms across her chest. She knew getting mad at Sam wasn't the answer. It wasn't his fault all of this happened. It was her own damn fault that she was forced to face it now. She brought it up in a desperate attempt to keep him from leaving. Of course he would have question she didn't expect him to react the way he did.
"We went into town to see what happened and everyone was dead. Our friends, our family, people we have known our entire lives. So we went to our house, got a few things and bailed. We ran into a demon on our way out of town. We killed it….or at least sent the bitch back to hell then we found you. We figured that by now the entire town has been taken over. At first they would be scattered and unorganized but that won't last long….So if we're going to go look for your brother we should leave soon."
"Huh?" Chris said looking down at Taylor.
"What?" Sam asked feeling just as confused as Chris looked.
Chris and Sam both furrowed their eyebrows. Taylor stepped past them and began walking back towards the cabin. After a few seconds both Sam and Chris followed. She couldn't let Sam go on not knowing what really happened to his brother. She saw the damage and even though she didn't see the bodies of everyone she knew they couldn't have survived. No one could have but Sam didn't have that luxury. He didn't see the damage and until he did or at least found his brothers body there would always be that nagging thought in the back of his mind wondering if he had survived. He deserved to know the truth even if it would only end up causing him more pain.
Sam sighed as he walked back up the stairs leading into the cabin. He didn't trust either of them but if sticking around meant getting to Dean a little sooner he had to try. Taylor seemed nice and sincere enough. In fact she probably already saved his life three different times today. Chris, on the other hand, seemed unstable. He understood him trying to protect his sister but now it seemed like he was just looking for an excuse to kill him. When he looked in his eyes he rarely if ever saw anything that seemed recognizable. It was almost like he was dead inside. He was going through all the motions to pretend that he was still human but there was nothing there. He may not be a demon but in Sam's book he wasn't exactly human either. Taylor tossed Sam a bottle of water and a power bar as soon as he walked through the door. She faintly smiled at him and retuned her attention back to the pack of the floor.
"First you have to take care of yourself. You're not going to be any help to your brother if you're dead." Taylor said calmly. Chris shoved past Sam and walked half way between him and Taylor.
"Since when did we take him on to raise. You wanted him awake and he's awake. Let him deal with his own problems because if you haven't notice we have a few of our own." Chris scolded her.
"Don't throw a fit Chris. We were going into town to stock up anyways what's the difference if he tags along?" Taylor didn't bother waiting for an answer. She stood up, tossed the pack onto her back, and began walking towards the back of the house. "We leave in five." She called over her shoulder.
"Wait…how do I know you guys aren't possessed?" Sam said looking back and forth between Taylor and Chris.
"Because you would be dead already." Chris said like he was stating a fact.
"It's not for the lack of trying on you're part. You've tried to kill me how many time this morning?" Sam said sarcastically.
"If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead." Chris said confidently
"Oh my god! Would you two give it a rest already. You're like children fighting over the same toy." Taylor felt like she was about to scream.
She stepped into the space between Sam and Chris and slung the pack in front of her. She dug through the pockets until she found a small contained of salt. She sprinkled some onto the palm of her hand and licked it. She made a face and shook her head.
"That's gross." She said handing the salt to Chris. Chris stared at her for a moment then rolled his eyes.
"Fine." Chris said pouring at least a teaspoon into his mouth. He swallowed it and stuck out his tongue to prove it. Taylor rolled her eyes and glared at Chris.
"Real mature." She said annoyed. She shook her head and walked over to the hallway. She suddenly stopped and turned on her heels to face them again. "Don't kill each other." She said glaring at both of them. Her expression softened as she looked directly at Sam. "You should eat something. You'll need your strength." She said turning around and heading back into the bedroom where Sam was staying.
"Yeah…" Sam said to no one in particular.
Chris rolled his eyes and shook his head before following Taylor into the back room. Sam was really beginning to question his decision to come back here. She was right through. He did need to eat something. He opened the bottle of water and drank half before ripping open the power ball. He'd been so stressed about fighting with Chris and whether he could trust them or not that he hadn't really noticed how thirsty and hungry he really was. After a few minutes of being alone Taylor walked back out of the back room.
"I have something for you." She pulled a handgun from her jacket pocket and handed it to him. "It's loaded so be careful… Oh and don't shoot my brother with it."
"You're giving me a gun?" Sam asked in disbelief.
"I thought about giving you a stick but something told me a gun would be a little more effective." Taylor said sarcastically. "We also have more power bars if you want them."
Sam slowly nodded. "Sure." He tucked the gun into his waist band and covered it up with his shirt.
Taylor nodded and got into a pack sitting on the floor she pulled out a couple more power bars and another bottle of water. She stood up and walked over to him. She handed them to him just as Chris was coming out from the back room.
"Ready?" Chris asked looking over at Taylor.
"As ready as we'll ever be." She said with a small shrug.
Chris took a couple fully stocked clips from his side pants pocket and handed them to Taylor. "Just in case."
Taylor nodded and handed one to Sam. Chris sighed and pinched the brim of his nose with his thumb and index finger. Taylor couldn't help but to laugh. She loved her brother but sometimes he could be a drama queen when he wanted to be. Taylor walked over to him and laid her head on his shoulder. Chris glanced down at her and smiled. He wrapped his arms around her shoulder and gave her a brief hug then like a light switch he was back to being serious.
"Alright. let's move out!" Chris ordered as he walked out onto the porch.
"You learn to love him." Taylor said smiling playfully to Sam before following Chris.
"Yeah." Sam said sarcastically as he followed her out.
xXxXx Supernatural xXxXx
Dean's eyes shot open when he heard Katie's high pitched scream pierced through the thick heavy silence that seemed to hang over the house. He stumbled over the side of the recliner nearly falling on the floor in the process. Without missing a beat Dean rushed up the stairs and into the room where Katie was sleeping. She was tossing and turning in the bed fighting against the covers that had become tangled around her sometime during the night. She continued to scream and grip the bed like she was hanging on for her life. Dean rushed over to her and sat down on the edge of the bed. He grabbed a hold of her shoulders and shook her trying to wake her up.
"Katie!" Dean nearly yelled. He finally lifted her body so that she was sitting up. Her eyes shot open and instinctively she continued to fight. She kicked Dean's legs and smacked and clawed at his hands trying to break free. She was screaming something through the sobs but Dean couldn't make out what she was saying. He wished he could at least then he would know what to say to her to get her to calm down.
"Katie!" Dean yelled shaking her again. "It's me!"
Katie stopped fighting and looked up at him. For a moment it was almost like she didn't recognize him. She looked around the room then back at Dean. She still looked confused but she seemed to be taking everything in ok. She stood up on her knees and crawled over to Dean. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her into his shoulder. Dean could feel her body shaking against his. Dean sighed and picked her up putting her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and rocked her back and forth rubbing small soothing circles into her back. Dean wished he knew what to say or do to help her. She was too young to be going through something like this. It took almost an hour for her to calm down enough to where speaking was possible. She lifted up her head and looked up at him.
"He was here…and…and…he was trying to kill me and…I tried to yell for you but…you were gone…" She said in between sobs.
"It was just a bad dream." Dean said whipping the tears from her cheeks. "I promise nothing is going to get you." Katie nodded and looked down at her hands. She took a couple deep breathes to calm herself down. Dean picked her up and put her on his hip. He smiled as he looked down at her.
"You hungry?" Dean asked.
Katie looked up at him and nodded before laying her head back on his shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stared off into space. He could tell she was still dealing with whatever nightmares were still stuck in her head. He wanted to get her to talk about it. She was too young to be carrying that weight on her own. He just wasn't sure how to get her to talk about it without making things worse for her. He just wished he knew what was the right thing to do.
