Sooo, okay, strange things happened. More strange things will happen. And I guess this chapter will just give you some "insight".
Lee
First he remembered he was in a strange room. It took him a moment to remember he was at Bobby's place and to comprehend what had woken him. As he opened his eyes he found out it was only the break of dawn. A big yawn escaped him but he stiffened as he could hear the noise again, a soft clinking followed by soft footsteps. He sat up abruptly and looked around the living-room where he had slept on the couch.
He knew it couldn't be any demon, as they made sure to salt the doors and windowsills the evening before, so he got up without a sound and made his way over to where the noise was coming from steadily.
He went rigid as he saw the door ajar and again heard the clinking sound that came from the door-knob bumping onto the wall. The salt line was broken.
Sam's heart started racing as he slowly backed up, his gaze never leaving the door, until he bumped with his back on the wall on the other side. He knew his duffel was only a few inches away, so he let his eyes drift towards it and grabbed the next best weapon, standing again and focusing back on the door. Why hadn't the dog warned them?
He moved forward again, yet to stop as he grasped on some thought, calling out in the back of his mind. What, if whatever had opened the door already passed him and went for the sleeping rooms upstairs instead. His brother used to wake up from the smallest of noises, why hadn't he woken up. Forgotten was all his care, as he dashed up the stairs the dream of last night vividly back, where he had his brother's head in his hands… crimson red all over him.
He skidded to a stop and pushed open the first bedroom door, ready to fight and nausea and dread washing over him. The room was empty. It's occupant gone. He grabbed his weapon tighter, moving on to the next bedroom, his palm suddenly sweating. With a soft tug, he opened the door, ignoring the soft squealing in it's hinges. The room was dark, he could only make out shadows, as he moved in without a sound, walking over to the bed with it's shadowy occupant. His breaths increasing and hitching slightly, but he couldn't be prepared for the figure in front of him suddenly launching itself on him.
With a strangled cry he fell, the weapon knocked out of his hand, while rough hands grabbed his throat, squeezing… and then, as fast as all happened the hands where gone from his neck, instead they where on his shoulders, his panting breath going in and out in a fast pace, while his ears ringed. "Damn! You're suicidal or what?" The gruff voice of his brother finally got through to him. "Dean?" Sam stammered, trying to get up and failing, Dean grabbed at his collar, yanking him upwards. "I swear…" he started but was stopped as the light went on, Bobby standing at the door looking tussled and grumpy. Both squinted into the bright light, looking at him.
"I'll be damned…" Bobby's voice also was deep from sleep, but his eyes where clear and as he looked the two boys over, concern starting to surface.
Sam's gaze turned back to Dean and gasped, his voice full of worry: "Dean…"
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Dean seemed to be too surprised as Sam grabbed him and steered him towards the bed he had slept on. Only as he started to push him down his spirit seemed to come back and he struggled. "What's gotten into you, dude?" he asked, only to receive a growl from Bobby and he shut his mouth close, irritated by the two's attitude. Sam forced him with more than gentleness to sit down.
Bobby left the room shortly, only to return after a blink, giving Sam a wet towel. His brother grabbing him by the chin looking at his face and carefully started to dab at it. Dean recoiled as the towel came back bloody.
"What the…" he started, his blood suddenly saturated with adrenalin. He saw Sam relax, stopping his administrations.
"He's okay!" his voice giving away the relieve he felt.
"He's here, right in front of you!" Dean's confusion turned into anger.
He could hear Bobby chuckle at his words, but his attention was drawn to what was behind Bobby's back.
Sam startled as he pushed him, got up and gave chase. Bobby jumped to be out of his way, knowing full well when to move out of the way of a Winchester. They could both hear him bolting down the stairs, still stunned.
SPNSPN
Dean stood outside, watching the sun rise while panting heavily. He had seen the shadow leaving, and now it was gone.
A slight tug on his sleeve let him whirl around, ready to pounce, but it was Lily who stood there, smiling slightly.
Dean stared at her, not knowing what to say, as his eyes stopped at her bloody hands.
"You're baptised now." She said, her voice even. He stared, not able to say a word.
"Dean!" Sam had stopped at the door, as he took in the scene in front of him. He felt Bobby right behind him. As he started to take a first step in Dean's direction, Dean simply hold up his hand, stopping him in his tracks.
"What did you do, Lily?" he asked his voice so quiet only she could hear him.
"I… I needed a protector. One who understands what is out there. One who's stronger than me. I tried to stop it, but didn't succeed. My dad tried to stop it, but he and my mom…" she stopped. "I felt your strength and I knew you wouldn't let Sam help me. So my choice was easy." She explained.
Dean gulped. "What – did – you – do!" His voice now cold and hard.
"I gave you my mark." She grabbed his wrist, turning it slightly, revealing a bruised and rough spot on the inside of his wrist. For a moment it seemed like Dean was about to struck her, but his raised hand fell limply to his side as tears slipped down her cheek. "Please?" she asked.
Dean shook his head: "You know? All you would have needed to do was ask…" he answered, turning his back on her and trotting back to the house where Sam and Bobby waited, leaving her behind.
"Sam. Let's go. We need to get them, because now, I'm as well on their list." He raised his wrist again, showing the angry red circle and could hear Sam gasp, while Bobby shook his head in astonishment: "I'll be damned."
"I'll come, too." Lily said from behind. Everyone could feel the sudden change in Dean's demeanour. His back stiffened, as the air around them grew heavy, charged.
"The hell you will!" Dean's voice only growled.
"I'll help!" Lily offered with confidence. "You already HELPED enough!" Dean spat, turning around to face her again. His eyes shot daggers.
"You don't know anything!" Lily shouted back.
"I know enough!" Dean retorted angrily.
"You don't even have a clue what I've done! Do you?" she snapped.
"You threaded his life with your life." Bobby quietly answered, letting both turn on his words.
Lily stared at him, then Sam, then Dean and finally her gaze settled on Bobby once again.
"Who are you?" she asked, her confidence all gone, just the kid once again.
"We know people like you." Bobby answered, shushing Sam and Dean with his hands and a glare. "But this…" he waved his hand at Dean, "is all wrong!"
Lily looked helpless, her eyes suddenly glistening again.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do." She said. They were all quiet for a moment as Dean suddenly turned around squinting his eyes and watching in concentration at the woods that started directly behind the borders of Bobby's property. "What…" His eyes widened as he whirled around and spread his arms starting to move towards Bobby's door.
"Inside! Go, go, go… move!" he shouted not waiting for them all to start but pushing them inside the house.
As he glanced backwards he could see the sky turning dark, half of Bobby's yard already swallowed. "Hurry!" his voice almost drowned out by the suddenly roaring storm. He could see Bobby, Lily and Sam stumble through the door and felt something knocking in his back letting him loose his footing and he flew awkwardly through the door, the world grew dark and he felt landing hard on the floor, voices screaming through the haze and then nothing…
So? What do you say? Who's the bad guy now?
Don't know? Well, then you have to read on - LOL
