A/N I hope this is not moving too slow...
Dean coughed, the effort making him dry heave, and he opened his eyes. It was still night. How long had it been night? How long had he been in this
bed?
Was it night?
Was it day? Were the days and nights all running together? Where was he?
He tried to move, and he felt something shift, but he was pinned. His legs had pins and needles, but he couldn't move them. His arms, also, would not
move.
"Sam?" he croaked, but Sam didn't answer. Sam hadn't answered for a long time.
"Bobby?" Nothing.
"Cas?" Surely the angel would come…come and save him from this…..
Where was this?
What was this?
He was dying. He knew it without a doubt.
His breath was laboured, his skin dry, his throat cracked and burning.
He could feel his very life essence slipping away, his thoughts incoherent, his eyes unfocused.
He was dying, alone, in this stinking room.
At least there was not much pain. Only his throat hurt, the rest of him sort of throbbed in a broken rhythm, in time with his misbeating heart.
He could feel his heart beat.
That was odd, wasn't it? That you could feel your heart?
Was it his heart?
Was it drums?
And what was that other noise?
Voices? Kid voices?
Drums, again?
Something was beating, not quite in time.
"Sammy…" he cried, but no one came.
He was going to die alone.
Alone in this long day's night.
He was going to die alone, stinking, covered in…whatever this was.
He cried, then. He cried for Sammy, for this father. For his lost mother, and robbed childhood.
He cried for his broken heart, for his time in hell, for his brother's sacrifice.
He cried till he knew no more….
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The hunters were once again in the chamber, all passages leading off, and Amross stood triumphant, as if he had completed the most arduous journey.
"Where's my brother, Amross?" Sam asked him. The urchin looked up at him, and seemed confused.
"Amross helping" he replied. "Get Angry Bobby, Giant Sam and Killer Pete away from dying. Giant Sam does not want dying?"
"No, Giant Sam does not want dying" Sam looked to Bobby for help, who squatted in front of the tiny creature.
"Amross, who is dying?" he asked it. Amross pointed his clawed finger at Sam, then Bobby, then Pete.
"All die. Bagool take all."
Pete squatted beside Bobby, making the urchin hiss in fear.
"Okay, little ….thing. Killer Pete will only kill yah if yah stop being a man. Yah aint gonna stop being a man, are yah?"
Amross nodded his head, then shook it. "Man. Amross a man. Amross helps"
"Yes, little man, Amross helps. Who was gonna make us do the dying?" Pete quizzed.
"Bagool. If trapped, Bagool can kill. Bagool kill, Bagool eat. Urchins take rest to food pile."
"And Bagool won't find us here?"
"Bagool has gone to steal more souls" Amross nodded hard. "Yes. Gone. Follow, scare, and steal."
"Well, I'm thinking that leaves us clear to get Dean out of here" Bobby announced, standing up. Sam drew a sharp breath.
"Amross, can you take us to my brother, now? Please?"
The urchin looked to him, and this time nodded once.
"Amross is important man. Amross take Giant Sam to brother. Must hurry. Urchins ready to eat Giant Sam Brother."
Sam gathered up the rope, gripping it tightly. "Okay, Amross, please hurry!"
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Amross led the hunters through a long, dank tunnel, the chattering of urchins finally becoming louder. The glow was bright enough that they could turn
off their torches, and the cavern high enough that they could all walk straight. Vadar stuck close to Sam, his hair on end, short tail tucked as low as he
could get it.
Finally, after what seemed to Sam an age, the passage widened a little, and they stopped at a crowd of urchins, all chattering and milling about.
They fell silent as the hunters approached, and all turned to stare. Vadar growled low and dangerous, Sam tapped him to quiet him. Vadar sat beside
Sam, as if on command.
"Giant Sam" one of the urchins chirruped.
"Giant Sam I am" another echoed.
"Angry Man"
"Sam I am and angry man"
"Angry Bobby! Sam I am" a familiar voice called, and Sam strode forward and grabbed Urass up from the entrance to another chamber. The stench filled
his nostrils, and it was all he could do to hold back his gag reflex. Either Bobby or Pete were not so lucky, Sam heard one of them throw up, but he was
too focused on the room in front of him to turn around, or even particularly care.
"Urass save Sam brother?" he asked the little creature quietly.
"Save the Sam brother"
"Save Giant Sam brother"
"Bagool eat the Sam brother" the urchins all chattered.
"Save the Sam brother for Bagool."
Urass nodded at Sam, trying to convey something, and turned to his fellow urchins. "Giant Sam will squash and kill if brother hurt!" he yelled at them. Their
chattering fell quiet.
"Urass is doing right thing! Urass help Giant Sam and angry Bobby get Sam I am brother. Urchins help Urass! Urchins all help save Sam brother!"
Amross strode forward, the rope around him now loose, and he slipped out of it. "Amross is important. Amross help Urass. Amross help Sam I am." He looked
around at his little brothers. "Sam and Bobby and Killer Pete say please. Please help. Ask urchins for help. Ask like….like urchins important!"
The little hoard stayed quiet for a moment.
"Ask for help"
"Ask urchins for help"
"Say please"
"Say please to urchins"
"Treat urchins like important"
"Not yell. Not order. Ask"
"What're they doing, Urass?" Sam asked the urchin in his arms.
Urass nodded again, this time his meaning was easier to fathom. "Urchins work for Bagool. Bagool cruel. Never ask. Never please. Never kind." He swept his little
arm to take in the dozens of little creature surrounding them. "Urchins happy. Feel important. Feel like helping. Will help".
"Oh, thank God" Sam breathed, and put Urass down. "Let's get my brother. NOW"
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She sat on the hard bench at the bus stop, annoyed and feeling more than a little sad. How dare he! How dare he let her get out of the car! Oh, sure,
she'd demanded he stop the car and let her out, but couldn't he see it was just a ploy to get him to stand up an be a man, refuse to let her out on a
quiet road, at night, when all these murders were taking place?
The worst part was, she knew it was all her fault. All of it. He hadn't really flirted with the waitress, he was just being nice. That was it, she knew, he was
just being nice. He was nice. Probably too nice for her, and she knew it. That's one of the reasons she'd start these stupid fights, to get him upset, and
angry, coz that was about the only time he seemed to act like a man around her, not a nice guy, Nice guys are okay, but they were not exciting.
And that's what she really wanted. Excitement. Fun. A little danger, maybe.
She'd told everyone that she just wanted a nice guy, for a change, no more of those bad boy types she was so attracted to, but treated her like shit. A
nice guy. Yeah, right.
Turns out she really liked the bad boys, and probably always would.
He pulled out her phone to check the time. Damn bus was late. Bugger it. She was going to have to call him and say sorry.
I'm so sorry, come and get me.
Hell, she'd wait till morning to catch the stupid bus, if she had to.
Maybe this was him being a man? Maybe him pulling over and letting her out was exactly what she'd asked for.
She wanted a bad boy. This was certainly bad boy behavior. She smiled to herself. Turns out he can be a man, after all.
A soft breeze rustled her hair, and swirled the growing mist around her ankles. She pulled her light jacket a bit tighter. God, it had gotten cold.
The breeze stirred again, this time sounding for all the world like a sigh. Bit creepy, she thought.
"I am here for you"
This time she heard something. Some fucking creep was perving off to her. Great.
"I have waited for you"
She pulled out her phone, creeped out enough to call her boyfriend to come and pick her up.
"I am here for you" the breeze called to her.
"Yeah, well, I'll have the cops here for you in just a minute" she yelled back, more bravely than she felt.
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He hadn't gone far. He wasn't going to leave her alone at night, in the cold, on a quiet road, especially since there had been all those murders. Oh, he
knew why she yelled at him, knew she wanted him to be more like the harsh fools she'd dated before him. Truth was, sometime he wished he could be
like that, too.
So when she demanded he pull the car over, he thought that was his chance. Too nice? Yeah, nice guys won't put you out in the cold on a dangerous
night, would they?
He hoped it was enough for her. That she'd get cold, and frightened, and call him back to come and 'rescue' her.
Right on cue, his cell phone rang. He flipped it open, and felt a warm smile spilt hi face. It worked! He wiped his face, and made sure his voice was steady.
He wanted to sound angry, or uncaring, not relieved. He snapped the phone pen and grunted.
"Yeah, what is it?"
Nothing.
Then he heard it…a quick breath, taken in what sounded a lot like fear.
"Toby? Toby?" he heard her whisper. "Oh god, oh my god….nooooo…." she screamed, and he heard the phone fall to the ground.
It didn't cut out, though, and he heard her screams continue, in pain, and fear, and absolute horror. Then, a sound that would haunt him till the end of his
days.
"I am here for you…."
A/N Hopefully next chapter will not be too long away, got a busy week coming up, though. Please review, you can do this anonymously, if you like!