Island Of Blood

by MyBrokenFantasy

AU. When Castiel and his family's fishing trip in Italy becomes devistated by a storm, they wake on the island of Sicily. Only to find out its inhabited by zombies. Now it's a battle of surviving to escape the island. OC/Castiel, Dean/Castiel in later chapters. My very first time writing something based on horror, please go easy on me.

10. Death At Every Turn

CHAPTER 10: Death At Every Turn

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The night has only just begun. Sam and his team had retraced their steps back to the open field. After the ambush that occurred the other night, they didn't want to risk losing more survivors. And John suggested heading to Palermo, thinking there might be help there, or at least a way off the island. Earlier this morning they had to hike south to get around the shriekers, taking up a day's worth of travel. Now, their group is camping out in the open, a dangerous attempt, but they managed. As the civilians slept, the soldiers took turns keeping watch.

Sam sat about four yards from the camp, occasionally scanning the area, making sure it was clear. It had been quiet for the past few hours now, which was never a good sign, in Sam's opinion anyway. It's never this quiet, and it surprised Sam that there weren't any sign of those creatures since they set up camp. It bothered him a lot actually. Sam then rises to his feet, ready to do his final run. With his rifle at his side he slowly begins to saunter around the camp. His eyes carefully looking about the area. His gaze rose to the sky as thick clouds began to block out the moon, the smell of sea water filled his senses. Seems like a storm is on its way. Sam then continued on, the sooner he finishes his round the sooner he can get some shut eye.

Five minutes later Sam makes his way back to the group, coming up to one of his sleeping comrades. He kneels down, reaches out and shakes the man awake, " Cunningham, wake up it's your turn."

The soldier stirs from his slumber, sitting up with a long yawn, " Alright..." Cunningham replied as he rose up, grabbing his weapon and heads out. Sam takes his friends spot for the time being, laying down with a sigh, his head resting against the duffel. He places his rifle down next to him before folding his arms over his chest and finally shutting his eyes.

Cunningham sets up at the same area Sam had, starting his first run around the camps perimeter. He can hear a grumble of thunder, he shivered at the sound, he wasn't much a fan of thunderstorms. Cunningham was given a start when a much closer clap of thunder boomed. Soon, droplets of water lightly began falling to the earth, gradually getting heavier by the minute. " Great... just great..." Cunningham complains as the rain pours down on the camp. The soldier looks over his shoulder seeing the group waking from their sleep and quickly gathering their belongings. Seems like they'll be moving on sooner than planned. So Cunningham gets ready to head back to the others. But he immediately stops in his tracks, returning his gaze out toward the open field. He hears a faint rumble in the distance, at first it sounded like rolling thunder echoing through the night. But that rumbling grew louder and louder, and Cunningham realized it wasn't thunder at all. The ground lightly started to shake. Cunningham squints his eyes, suddenly seeing a line of moving shapes out in the gloom. They widened when he figured out what it was and he swings around bolting toward the camp.

" Tutti, prendi le tue cose, ce ne andiamo adesso." ( Everyone, get your things, we're leaving now.) John says to the civilians, and as they were finishing up packing their belongings John turns to Sam, " I guess we'll have to keep moving then... Sorry you couldn't get the rest you needed, son."

Sam simply waved a hand, " It doesn't matter right now, let's just get these people out of here." he replied, swinging his duffel over his shoulder. " Ready?..."

" STAMPEDE!" Cunningham shouts, John looks over to the panicking soldier who darts right past him, " RUN!" confused of Cunningham's warning John and Sam only peer toward the direction the soldier came from. That's when they saw it, a couple yards out in the field a herd of cows were racing toward the camp.

" Oh shit!" John and Sam bolt at the same direction of Cunningham.

The civilians dropped whatever they didn't pack, rushing off behind the soldiers, shouting in mass hysteria as a great number of bovine raced down the field. The cows mooed frantically, ready to trample over anything in their path. Of course this behavior could be only caused by one thing, predators. The group is suddenly caught inside the herd, looking over their shoulders screaming with terror. The civilians who couldn't outrun these massive herbivores were either head-butted over the animal or fell under the crushing weight of their thousand pound frames. From behind they can hear the familiar shriek of the infected. Sam peers back, catching a glimpse of a dozen undead chasing the bovine. One of them leaps into the air with a screech, landing on a cow, sinking its teeth and claws into its flesh. The cow mooed in distress, bucking and kicking to throw it off but the creature held on tightly. Others who smelled the fresh blood leapt onto that same cow, taking it down together.

The rumpus of mooing, screaming and hooves thundering across the field was beginning to attract more of the Shriekers. Many of the creatures went for cows while few others had their eyes set on the survivors. Sam then sees one coming right for him, but being caught between two cows and knowing that firing his weapon would make the situation worse, Sam could only spring himself away from its snapping teeth and swooping talons. But since the creature could not get its hands on Sam, it got John in its sight instead. The Shrieker pressed forward, reaching out to grab him. Sam had to do something, then he sees an opening and takes it. Quickly running across the other side Sam smacks the butt of his rifle into the Shriekers cheek, causing it to lose its footing, becoming mangled upon by dozens of heavy bovine footfalls. They needed to get out of this, and fast. Sam pans his eyes in every direction, in search for a high place they can get to. He then spots a large set of boulders just ahead.

Sam points out, " There!.." he and his father then make a run for it. Carefully an swiftly they sprint by the cows whenever there was a chance. Not far behind them the others figured out what they were planning and followed. This attempt did come with a price though, its very risky cutting through a herd of stampeding bovine, and not to mention if they make the wrong move they'd be more likely to get killed. But it's either get to high ground or be pummeled on by cows OR face being ripped apart by Shriekers. And frankly they weren't planning on dying tonight, not by a long shot.

Out of luck, John and Sam make it to the boulders, giving a quick leap off the ground, hands gripping for their lives atop the nearly flat top and instantly hoisting themselves out of the river of speeding death. Although, many had fallen giving their lives or became severely injured to get to this point, and many who sacrificed themselves to get their loved ones to the only way towards surviving. Out of twenty, only nine made it out. Sam, his father and his squad were most of them. Sadly, their comrade Charlie had been taken down by the Shriekers trying to save a child's life. The last were an Italian soldier who escaped with a broken arm, the little girl's father and her mother.

Sam's team now turned their attention toward the Shriekers, hastily working together professionally as they coordinated their assault upon the Shriekers, all calling out for ones that leapt toward them, rifles releasing a barrage at all sides, firing down one Shriekers at a time. The stampede had already passed ten minutes ago. Ten minutes of fighting off the Shriekers and those of their group who were bitten and turned. Doing everything they can to protect the remaining civilians. One of the creatures pounces at Sam's direction, right at his blind-spot, " Sam look out!" John hollered, but Cunningham caught on to it easily; swinging his rifle to his right and pulls the trigger, eliminating the target with a single shot.

" Thanks!" Sam says over the gunfire.

All their effort that was put into wiping out a horde of thirty-seven infected had finally taken a turn on their side, for they have won. But the one's they've lost will never be forgotten. And when it was finally over the soldiers ceased fire. It became deathly silent, nothing but the patter of raindrops falling to the earth, the faint clap of thunder echoing in the distance, and the sobs of a father & daughter mourning for the loss of the mother who had been badly injured. There was nothing anyone could do, the mother's wounds were fatal. They didn't have a medkit on them even if they could help her. Everything they've done to get these survivors to safety, all those people, lost.

The group remained there atop the those rocks, gazing down at the bloodshed left behind. "... Why is it that at every decision we make, fate comes and bites us in the ass?" Cunningham says under his breath. Charlie's death took a toll on Cunningham more than the others, Charlie was his younger cousin, " ... I was supposed to look out for him..."

Sam peers to his friend, he lays his hand on the man's shoulder to show sympathy of his loss. " ... I'm sorry, Matthew... Charlie was a great soldier, he gave his life to save that girl's... He died as a hero..."

Cunningham looks to Sam, his dark brown eyes filled with gratitude by his words, " ... I'm gonna miss him..."

" ... We all will..."

... Meanwhile, In Terrasini ...

The Novaks and the Italian soldiers arrived at the city early this morning. The truck had maneuvered through streets of stranded cars. Countless bodies of Shriekers, soldiers and civilians laid across the floors everywhere they looked, this was a war and it looks like both sides lost this battle. They drove around throughout the day searching for any survivors. There were none as far as they knew. Then they had settled in a grocery store to eat and sleep in.

That leaves to now, being on the move once again, their next destination is Palermo. The entire ride was silent, all taken aback by the massacre back in Terrasini.

" Is it like this everywhere?" Gabriel said quietly to Lucifer.

" ... I don't know... maybe, yes... or maybe there are others elsewhere..." Lucifer replied.

Jacob sighed lightly, shutting his eyes for a moment. Flashes of his youngest son being swooped away by that wave appeared before his closed lids. It shook him to the core. " If Castiel is really out there, I pray he's alright..." He thought. At the back of his mind, he knew his son was alive, a father always knows. He also worried for his daughter, he understood her anxiety for her little brother, Anna practically raised him. Speaking of Anna, Jacob drifts his gaze to his daughter, she looked sad even as she slept, her head leaning on Michael's shoulder.

" You alright, dad?" Michael asked.

" ... " Jacob peers to his son, clearing his throat before answering, " I'm fine..."

Michael knew that was a lie, but he didn't say anything to get the truth from Jacob when he already knows what's bothering him. He was going through the same thing as well, his thoughts on his baby brother, like everyone else in the family. Gabriel, Lucifer and Balthazar, all worried for him. After witnessing all that carnage in Terrasini, how could they not. To think that Castiel is lost out there facing the danger, possibly all alone, that thought made it worse for them.

Lucifer can see that on all their faces, he sighs, " I'm sure Castiel found help and is waiting for us in Palermo." he says to ease their worries, perhaps it would make them have positive thoughts on the situation, something to hold on to until they reunite with Castiel.

The truck comes to a sudden stop, they can hear the driver getting out and making his way toward the back. The driver lifts the drape then points to three soldiers, " Abbiamo ricevuto una chiamata di soccorso da una stazione radio qui, i tre di voi andare a dare un'occhiata e vedere se ci sono sopravvissuti." ( We received a distress call from a radio station here, the three of you go take a look and see if there are survivors.) he ordered. The chosen soldiers gave a nod and hop out the back, making their way toward the station that was located a quarter mile off the road. The three soldiers trotted down the dirt road with their weapons raised. While they were off searching, the other soldiers hop out and keep an eye out while they waited. The Novaks decided to stretch their legs a bit, strolling around on the road, but never too far from the truck.

Fifteen minutes pass, the soldiers had been gone longer than anticipated, the driver looks at his watch and lets out a heavy sigh. Those three should've been back by now. He then turns to another soldier, telling him to go see what the hold up was. The officer has another go with him. Before the two set foot off the road, a deep and ferocious roar reverberates into the night sky. Rapid gunfire and screams followed. A second roar bellows, whatever it is it certainly sounds pissed.

" What the hell was that?" Gabriel says, never hearing an infected make a sound like that before.

" No idea..." Balthazar replied. But by hearing how deep that roar was, it's bigger than some simple Shrieker.

Then out of the woods only one of the soldiers came sprinting towards the truck, " Sali sul camion! Sali sul camion!" ( get in the truck! get in the truck!) the soldier shouted with fright.

" Cosa c'è di sbagliato? ci sono stati dei sopravvissuti? E dove sono gli altri?" ( What's wrong? were there any survivors? and where are the others?) the driver asked.

" Sono tutti morti! Qualcosa di grosso è venuto e ci ha inseguiti, siamo stati separati gli uni dagli altri! Dobbiamo uscire di qui!" ( they're all dead! Something big came and chased us, we were separated from each other! we have to get out of here!) he answered as he jumps into the back of the truck.

" RRAGGHHH!" this roar sounded closer, it's coming toward them.

" Ognuno ottenere nel camion!" ( everyone in the truck!) the driver says as he runs for the driver-seat. The rest of the soldiers help the Novaks in before hopping inside themselves. The engine starts, the driver presses down on the accelerator and the truck gradually begins to pick up speed. Although they wished it would go faster after what they see storming out of the woods. A massive, eight foot, bulky beast jumps out at the vehicle. And if the truck hadn't gotten out of the way in time, the creature could've knocked it to it's side.

What's worse is that it wasn't the only one, two more rush out behind it, along with the largest horde of Shriekers ever to be seen, " Questa cosa può andare più veloce?!" ( can this thing go any faster?!) Virgilio hollered. His reason for asking: the infected were right on their tail, pouncing at every chance they had, trying to get into the back. The soldiers opened fire upon them. One of the creatures managed to reach the truck, grabbing one soldier and pulls him out. When they both landed in the street, some Shriekers stood behind attacking the officer.

More Shriekers leapt onto the top and sides of the truck, then they began tearing it apart from the outside. Anna Screamed with terror as a bloody hand grabbed her by her arm, she tried tugging away but Its grip grew tighter and tighter the more she struggled. It heaves, attempting to pull her arm close to its mouth. Gabriel quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back toward him. Jacob rushes to them and smashes the butt of the shotgun into its face, the Shrieker slips off with a yelp, being trampled on by the horde. Finally they were beginning to pick up speed when they reach a part of the road going down hill, making a distance between the horde.

Out of nowhere, another large beast comes charging through the woods, throwing its weight at the trucks side, the power of its ram knocked everyone in the back off their feet. Even the driver was knocked sideways, his forehead bumped hard against the window, causing him to lose control of the wheel and the truck skids across the road. The vehicle crashes through the guardrail, jetting over a ledge off the road, racing downhill toward a brush of trees. The driver grips at the wheel tightly, steering to the side in time before colliding into a tree. His heart pounded against his chest as he avoided tree after tree. What's worse is that the horde was still on they're tail. The larger creatures were up front, and the Shriekers stalked behind. Everyone in the back tried keeping their balance while they were bouncing violently over rocks and branches. When the truck passes through a barrier of bushes, a wall of terrane suddenly came to view.

" AAHHH!" the driver yelped, quickly making a sharp left, but he did it too late. The truck's side smashes against the wall, the passenger side suffers most of the damage. The driver was lucky to have been wearing a seat belt, he got away with only three broken ribs and a bump on his head. Everybody in the back were fine, a few bumps and bruises but fine.

The horde comes to a halt, losing sight of the vehicle, Shriekers sniffed at the air to get a scent of their whereabouts. And it didn't take them long as one creature wails aloud. But before the creatures continue with their chase, one of the large beasts stands on its hind legs, releasing a loud bellow at the horde. The Shriekers stop in their tracks, startled at first of the larger infected. They stand their ground, hissing in return, thinking their large numbers would make it back off. The big creature gives a threatening roar, scaring the Shriekers into whimpering as they all run off. It then turned to the other large beasts and growls viciously at them, as if it were warning them to stay out of its way. The three left without a fuss.

" Va bene là dietro?" ( okay back there?) the driver calls out.

" Stiamo bene!" ( We're fine!) a soldier replies.

The driver un-clicks his belt with a strained groan from his aching abdomen, gets out the door, limping his way to the back. He lifts the flap to be certain no one got hurt, satisfied to see that they were fine he sighs heavily, " Che era troppo vicino ... fuori, abbiamo bisogno di continuare a muoversi." ( That was too close ... out, we need to keep moving.) he suggests. Just as he reaches out a hand to aide one of his comrades out, a large inhuman hand grabs his head and he is flung away. Everyone inside screamed with terror as the drivers legs collide to a tree, breaking on impact. He screamed at the top of his lungs, he withered with fear, clawing at the dirt to get away as the oversized creature moves up to him, stalking him to wherever he crawled. The driver grew the guts to take out his handgun and fire a few rounds. Although, it wasn't the best idea, its bulky frame made bullets ineffective towards It. It did, however, piss it off. And the beast lifts its arms, slamming down repeatedly into the man's chest, blood spurted from his mouth, his muscles spasm from the unending pain, gagging for needed air as blood filled his lungs. Before dying, the last thing he saw was the beast lift its arm once more, he shut his eyes tightly when that mutated limb swoops down, crushing his head like melon.

The beast then turns, its new target is the truck and everyone inside it. The soldiers opened fire, it howled with fury, charging forward with a roar. Ramming at its side, knocking everyone over. The creature then grips the bottom of the truck, lifting it up and flipping it onto its side. It climbs up the top, banging down at the metal, the indent its creating starts to split open. With its claws it prayed apart the crack, taking in the sight of all inside. It roars.

As it reaches in, the soldiers protect the Novaks and the other survivors by keeping them as low as possible. They fire upon the beast with all the ammunition they had, it wasn't doing anything besides angering the thing further. The beast grabs one soldier, sinking its fangs into his throat and rips his head from his shoulders in one tug, then tossed the body aside. Besides chewing at the piece of spine crammed in its mouth, it drops the head. Anna screamed when it landed on her lap. One after another it pulls out a soldier, ripping them in half, blood and guts pouring down on everyone.

" This way, come on!" Virgilio says. He darts out the back, the Novaks and the others follow behind, sprinting into the thicket. The beast hops off the truck storming after them. The group sticks with a path through trees that were closer together, which would slow down the beast and they'd make a clean getaway. They continued on until they came to a small clearing, then they stopped to catch their breaths, looking back to see if that thing was still pursuing them. And it seems like they had lost it, for now. They were alone, with no idea how to get to Palermo without running into more infected. They lost their transportation, and the only locals who knew where they are or where to go are all dead.

" Virgilio, please tell me you know an easier way to Palermo.." Balthazar said between gasps.

" I've only visited here once or twice... I'm sorry... I can't think of any other way besides following the road.." Virgilio replies.

" We can't do that, it's too dangerous... I mean with the infected out there... Oh, and not to mention that big ass mother fucker that tore apart our only ride AND killed the soldiers is looking for us and we're standing here like morons wondering what the fuck to do next... Did I miss anything?" implied a man who stood at the back of the group, all eyes turned toward him.

Michael sighs before asking, " Okay, what do you think we should do?..."

The man scratches the back of his head, shut his eyes in thought, after a few moments he says, " Well... After what we've seen up until now, we know these things hunt by sound, smell and movements, right?"

" Yes... now get to the point.." Jacob adds.

" Let me finish... also they stay close to the roads because somehow they feel more survivors would take them, its like a territorial hunting ground to them... So, I think we should remain off the roads, we head to the coast and follow it all the way to Palermo." he finishes.

" Are you serious?... that's your big plan?" Michael argues.

" No..." Jacob interrupts, " He's got a point... look at it this way... we wash ashore, no infected in sight..."

" But when we moved further inland, that's when we started seeing them.." Lucifer puts it together, " So what, these things are afraid of water of something?"

" That doesn't matter right now, let's just get going before that bulky infected freak comes and tramples on us like cockroaches." Gabriel suggests.

" Gabriel's right, let's go." Jacob raised his shotgun and begins leading the group north, away from the danger.

... At The Farm ...

Dean has spent most of the night wandering around the house, looking through every window, keeping a watchful eye out for the infected. It'll be dawn within two hours. His mind and body was exhausted, but Dean shook it off. He saunters quietly down the stairs, entering the living room where the couple slept. Dean was also wondering what was in the video camera he's been carrying this whole time. He would've watched it by now, but apparently he had no batteries to do that. So he only came up with hunches.

Dean sits on an old wooden chair in the corner next to a window, he then resumes his pondering, thoughts completely focused on the camera. He wondered about what Evan had said, that whatever information is held in that camera may be evidence of a biological experimentation. Dean thought that theory was probable, but he had a theory of his own. In his opinion, from the info Evan had given him, scientists were probably looking for a cure, the doctors were just locals that believed the infected were just sick patients. And when they thought they found the cure it made the infection worse instead, hense that large creature they bumped into at the clinic.

Now that the new creature came to his mind. Dean couldn't help but notice, back at the clinic this infected didn't behave like the Shriekers, it didn't hunt like they did, nor feed. It seems that its primary instinct was attack anything that moved. And when it spotted Dean, it didnt attack at first, usually with Shriekers if they smelled or saw you they'd attack without any hesitation. The big one though, seems to only attack moving objects, Dean's figured that out when he was literally face to face with it.

Dean's thoughts are interrupted by the coughing that came from Evan. Dean looks over to the man as he rose from the sofa, Dean noticed his skin was a bit paler than usual. " You alright there, buddy?" he asked, getting an immediately suspicion that he may have been bitten recently, he was showing one of the first signs of infection: paleness of the skin. But Dean needed to be absolutely positive, he needs to see the other signs of infection first before doing anything.

Evan turns his weight, peering to the soldier. There it was, another of the first signs of infection: redness in the eyes. Evan clears his throat, " I'm fine... can't sleep, that's all..." he lies. Evan actually felt like shit, his head felt as if someone was holding it over fire, his vision was blurry and his muscles felt like pins-n-needles.

Of course Dean didn't believe him, he rises to his feet and walks passed Evan, " I need to talk to you, now..." he says. The two move into the kitchen. Dean folds his arms, leaning against the counter, his brows furrowed. " you're lying... tell me the truth..."

"..." Evan drops his gaze to the floor, he didn't wish to hide the truth but didn't want to die, not by Dean's hands. His eyes shifted back to Dean when he pulled out his machete.

" You were bitten were you?... that's why you won't talk..." Dean steps closer.

" Dean... please-" Evan froze in place as Dean suddenly raises the weapon up to Evan's throat. Evan swore his heart dropped to his stomach because that's how scared he was.

" Answer the damn question, were you bitten?" Dean repeats.

" Yes..." Evan whispers, " I was... back at the clinic I got jumped by one of the Shriekers..." Evan then lifts his right sleeve, revealing the bite mark on his shoulder. By the looks of it, the infection was spreading. " believe me, I wanted to tell you but... I just..." his voice cracked, and tears began welling in his eyes. " I don't know how to tell Castiel..." he brings up a hand to wipe away his tears. " I don't wanna die..." Dean became speechless, staring at the other man for a few moments.

" Evan?..." they hear Castiel from the other room, Dean turns his gaze toward the living area. "... Evan?... Dean?..." they hear Castiel getting off the couch, Dean peers back at Evan, the man's eyes silently begged for him not to mention this to his lover. Dean was hesitant at this point. Never in the few days Dean's been here has he ever hesitated to kill a bitten victim. Something is preventing Dean from doing what has to be done, Evan is dangerous. Of course he seems fine now, but once the infection takes over, he'd turn on Dean and Castiel in an Instant. But something deep down makes the soldier lower his weapon just before Castiel enters the kitchen. " Evan... what's going on?.."

"..." Dean gives Evan a look, his expression spoke for itself, he wanted Evan to tell the truth.

" ... Nothing..." Evan lies again, "... Dean and I were just going over some plans..."

" Alright then..." Castiel says between a yawn, " come back to sleep when you're done..." he then heads back into the other room.

Dean lightly shakes his head, stepping up to Evan and whispers, " That is the biggest mistake you've done, and you know it... Cas has every right to know, not at the last moment when i put a bullet into your skull when you turn..." is the last thing Dean says before walking out. Evan remains in the kitchen, thinking about what Dean said.

Two hours pass, the sun beginning to rise in the horizon. Evan had fallen back to sleep after his chat with Dean earlier. That entire time, Dean kept a very close eye on him. If Evan happens to turn, Dean will not hesitate then to kill him. He knows its wrong to take an innocent life, but to risk putting Castiel's life and his own in danger was something he can't do. Growing up on the base he was taught to fight the enemy, kill them if he had no choice. It made no difference for the infected.

But something's been nagging him. Evan was bitten a few hours ago, and from what Dean knows it takes no longer than five to ten minutes for the infection to kick in. So how does Evan differ from the others? Perhaps he has a stronger immune system, his body fighting the infection like it would with any other disease. Dean peers to the couple, Evan is reclined on the couch with his legs streched out on the coffee table. Castiel was sprawled on the couch as well, with his head rested on Evan's lap. That's when Dean thought, maybe Evan was fighting to live because of his love for Castiel, not wanting to leave his side. Though the infection seemed to be winning this bout, Evan looked worse than earlier. Dean can see that the darks under his eyes had gotten really bad, then there's the shortness of breath, and the tips of his fingers were becoming blue. All are the second signs of infection.

Dean didn't know what to do, if Evan wished to live this through until it happens, so be it. The guy wanted his last moments to be with the one he loves, Dean can't argue with that, he'd want the same if it were him. But it's so risky, he'll be putting Castiel and himself in danger for letting this go on. For now, Deans only option is to keep an eye on the guy, if anything happens, he's ready for it.

Twenty minutes later the sunlight begins to beam through the curtains, Dean sighs as he gets on his feet. " Alright, wake up you two, time to leave."

Castiel sits up rubbing the sleep from his eyes, " So early?..." he whines, wanting to get more rest.

" Sorry, Cas... but I want to get us to Palermo by noon, so let's go." Dean says.

Evan almost struggles to his feet, feeling so dizzy from moving, yet he brushed the feeling away, not wanting to alarm his lover. " He's right..." Evan grabs the duffel from the floor, swinging over his shoulder, " with that big thing out there, we need to move fast." he explains.

Castiel nods in response, finally removing himself from the couch, " I need to uh... use the bathroom first." he says softly.

Dean sighs, " Fine, hurry up." Castiel heads up the stairs, and when he was out of sight Evan hunches over quietly groaning, he felt like he was on fire. Evan has no idea if he can take this pain much longer, he knew he wasn't going to make it out of here. But if he wants to get his lover off this island safely, he'll have to keep fighting. Dean went up to him, " Man, you're really getting it bad, you alright?" he asked.

Evan nods, he leans his hands on his knees as he takes deep slow breaths to ease the burning he felt in his stomach, " I'm good... thanks..." Dean then offers him a bottle of water, " ... Thank you." he takes the water, having a few gulps which eases the sensation a little. He slowly stands up right to avoid getting dizzy again, just in time too cause Castiel is on his way down.

" Okay, I'm ready."

" Right, let's head out..." Dean says, the men ready their belongings and are out of the house in no time. They start heading north, their next destination, Palermo.

...

TBC

Sorry for the wait, but hope you enjoyed it.