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This is it, as promised. Some of your questions will be answered before the end of this chapter so have fun and enjoy!
Chapter Eleven:The woods ended suddenly leaving the brothers facing a crescent row of tall pillars. "Huh," Dean his eyebrows raised. "Looks like Juliet was telling the truth."
Sam approached the fence curiously shaking his head. "A fence made from sonic waves?" he said amazed. "Who would have even known that they deter demons?"
"Dude," Dean said concerned. "Stay back. We don't know how close you have to be to get knocked on your ass."
"It's okay," Sam said. "I think we're safe unless we cross between the pillars."
"Why?"
"Because you have to be able to get to the panel," Sam replied walking up to the nearest pillar and lifting the lid to the panel. He put in the code that Juliet gave him, watched the light go from red to green and closed the panel. "Okay," he said with a nod. "Lets go."
"Wait," Dean said stopping his brother. "How do you know that turned it off?" He picked up a stick and threw it between the fence posts. Nothing happened.
Sam smirked. "Um Dean," he said. "That's not really gonna tell you anything."
"Why not?" Dean asked.
"Because the sonic waves are only dangerous to living things," Sam told him.
"Oh," Dean said. "Then how do we make sure it's not gonna fry us when we go through it?"
"Dean," Sam said exasperated and pointing at the panel. "The light changed from red to green."
"So what?" Dean said. "In case you haven't noticed things are a bit screwy on this island. How do we know green doesn't mean stop here?"
Sam rolled his eyes and stepped between the pillars before Dean could stop him. "See," he told his brother. "It's down, now come on."
Dean's eyes widen as Sam stepped between the pillars but when nothing happened he shook his head and muttered to himself, "I am so going to kill him myself one of these days."
Sam reset the fence and they continued their trek to the home of the others. Less then an hour later they were peering cautiously through the thick brush at a small community of houses. The place was deserted. A quick search of the buildings ensured that everyone was indeed gone.
Dean handed Sam a beer from the fridge in the game room. Sam opened it, took a drink and set it on the table. "I don't get it," he said as he racked the balls on the pool table. "They've got everything they need here, real houses, electricity, food…"
"Real bathrooms with flushing toilets and hot showers," Dean added as he picked up a pool stick and chalked it. "Not to mention surveillance cameras in every room of some of those houses."
"Yeah," Sam replied as he stepped back from the table. "Everything you need. So why'd they leave?"
"Kate said Ben's people had captured Jack," Dean told his brother lining up his pool stick for the break. "She, John and Sayid tracked them here and tried to take him back but they were caught."
"How'd they get away?" Sam asked checking over the sticks for one to use.
Dean snapped his stick back and forward sending the cue ball sailing down the table. It smacked into the triangle of colored balls scattering them across the table and sinking the two and the nine. "They didn't," he replied. "They were knocked out with some kind of gas and when they woke up they and Juliet were the only ones here. Everyone else was gone."
Sam watched Dean work the table as he talked. He enjoyed watching his brother play. It was like magic the way he did it. Oh Sam knew it was math the game was based on angles, trajectories and the velocity of the ball and all that. But for Dean it all just seem to flow as naturally as shooting a gun did for him. Sam was smart, he knew he was, Dean knew he was and he could play the game. He could play it well enough to earn a living from it if he had to but Dean, Dean was a master at the game. He could easily have competed professionally and been one of if not the top contender in the sport.
"So why doesn't Jack move his people here?" Sam asked watching Dean sink the three and five in one shot. "It's got to be better then the beach. It's got all the comforts of home."
"Because Ben and his people can come back at anytime," Dean replied as he lined up his next shot and eased the one ball past the eight to set it gently into the corner pocket. "Jack wouldn't endanger his people any more then he had too."
"But this place is compound. They could easily defend it," Sam said shaking his head as Dean cleared the last of his balls from the table and lined up the eight ball.
"Kate said the other survivors didn't want to leave the beach," Dean told him glancing at Sam. "They were afraid if they did they might miss a rescue ship." He turned back to the table grinned and took a quick shot that he knew was going to miss the pocket. "You're up," he said to his brother grabbed his beer and finished it off.
A small smile played across Sam's face. He knew his brother had missed the eight on purpose. "There's not going to be a rescue ship," Sam said chalking his stick. "They're bodies have all been accounted for. No one's looking for them."
Dean sighed. "I know," he said. "This is so messed up." He watched Sam line up his stick and take his first shot. The eleven ball rolled smoothly across the table and dropped into the side pocket. "What I don't understand is what they are?"
Sam took another shot sinking the nine and the thirteen. "Juliet said they're not ghosts," he told Dean. "She said they were more precious then that."
"Well that doesn't really help does it?" he said grabbing another beer from the icebox. "These people from the plane, they seem to have all the memories and appearance of the victims of the crash."
Sam lined up on the fourteen and took a shot just a thought struck him. The cue ball went sailing off the table and rolled across the floor.
"Nice shot, Sammy," Dean said picking up the ball.
Sam looked at his brother. "Dean, what if…," he paused shaking his head.
"What if, what?" Dean asked.
"What if they are the souls of the people on the plane?" Sam said awed.
Dean shook his head. "Nope," he replied immediately.
Sam rolled his eyes and sighed. "Why not?" he asked.
Dean put the cue ball on table lined up the eight ball and snapped it into the pocket. "Because that would mean we were either in Heaven or Hell," he replied. "Does this look Heaven or Hell to you?" Dean tossed his stick onto the table, grabbed his duffle bag and said, "Let's go Sam. We need to pick up their trail."
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It had taken them several hours to pick up the trail but once they had it there wasn't much of chance of losing it. There were after all a lot of people living in the compound. Once they'd figured out that the Others had used an escape tunnel that took them a good three miles from the community bringing them out just inside of the perimeter fence they'd been able to track them easily.
They discovered a large field where the Others had made camp for the night. It was when they were skirting the field that Dean discovered the second trail. The one they were following now. It started out with three sets of tracks, two people dragging someone off away from the main camp. They found where someone lay on the ground, bound. One of the others had left but someone else had come. The bonds had been cut and a small pool of dried blood was on the ground where someone else had fallen near a deep dark well. Two sets of tracks led back to camp but the tracks of the person who'd been bound led off into the woods.
They'd decided to follow those tracks figuring they could always come back and find the larger trail later. It was dark now but they had their flashlights out and were still following the escapee. "Lights out Dean," Sam hissed turning off his flashlight as he spotted a fire in the distance.
They waited, allowing their eyes to adjust to the darkness before moving cautiously forward. A small fire was burning with a bird roasting above it on a wooden skewer. A pack was sitting to the side of a log and a blanket was next to the pack. Of the camps occupant though there was no sign. Dean motions for Sam to stay in the cover of the trees and keep watch.
Sam watched his brother move slowly forward and enter the camp. He scanned the surrounding forest looking for anything that would give away the camps occupant. There was nothing to indicate there was anyone around. Whoever was camping here, they were good, very good.
Suddenly Sam's eyes widened and his breath hitched. He spun around just in time to duck beneath the knife that was glinting from the light of the camps fire. His arm shot out capturing the wrist of the man who held the knife. He stepped forward towards the shadowed man and delivered a backhanded blow to the side of the man's face.
The knife fell to the ground just before a powerful sidekick tore into Sam's gut. He released the man's wrist and grabbed his ankle before it could be pull it back. He twisted it painfully sending the man to the ground.
Dean had just squatted down in front of the fire. He was about to rip a piece of meat off the bird cooking above it when the sounds of a quiet struggle broke out behind him. He whirled cursing himself for his own stupidity. How many times growing up had his father told him never to look into the fire because it will ruin your night vision. The darkness of the forest was complete and until his eyes again adjust to the lack of light he was walking into a dangerous situation nearly blind.
Sam had barely dumped the guy on the ground when he felt his legs swept out from under him and he joined the fallen man on the soft grass. An elbow smashed viscously down as he landed but he was already rolling away and was struck on his arm instead of his chest. Using the momentum of his roll to climb back onto his feet he spun and launched a kick at his opponent catching the man in the side.
The man spun as the kick landed making it a glancing blow. It was enough to draw a grunt from him but not enough to stop him from landing a spinning back hand the side of Sam's head. Stunned by the powerful blow Sam was sent head first into tree and knocked senseless.
Dean watched Sam hit the tree and slide down to the ground stunned. He grabbed his brother's attacker from behind putting him in an arm lock and wrapping his other arm around the man's throat. He was about to ask Sam if he was okay when his captive took a step forward and bend at the waist. The action threw Dean off balance and he knew what was coming next. He gripped the man's arm tighter as he felt himself going over the man's shoulder.
Sam threw off the haze that was clouding his thoughts and his vision. He stood up just in time to see Dean going over the man's shoulder. He reached back and grabbed his gun and released the safety. Dean retained his grip on the man's wrist dragging him down to the ground with him. Once on the ground though, Dean released the man rolled and came up on one knee his bowie knife in his hand at the man's throat. He shook his head though as he realized the man also had time to reach his own weapons and had a gun in each hand. One pointed at each of the brothers.
Dean's eyes widened in shock as the light from the fire cast itself across the man's face. He dropped his knife hand and swallowed hard. "Dad?" he said his voice filled with emotion.
John Winchester smiled sadly as he lowered both weapons. "Dean, Sam," he said looking from one to the other. "What are you boys doing here?"
Sam's gun didn't waver as John stood up then reached his hand down to help his son up. "Who are you?" he asked.
"It's me Son," John said. "But you two shouldn't be here. Not yet."
"Yeah," Dean replied. "So we've heard. Thing is, we don't know where here is."
"This island has many names," John told him. "Some people call it The Island of the Dead or The Blessed Island. Most people though call it The Elysian Fields otherwise know as…"
"Valhalla," Sam finished for him lowering his gun. "Home of the Einherjar and the Valkyries that serve them."
A/N - Okay so for the thirty of you who got a sneak peak at the anwers before I altered the chapter I'd messed up I once again appologise. Hopefully knowing where I was going didn't take too much of the excitement out of this chapter for you. So, what'd y'all think? How many of you had it all figured out and how many were surprised? Go ahead, click the review button and let me know what you think so far.