DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SUPERNATURAL, SAM OR DEAN BUT ALL CHARACTERS THAT ARE NOT THE WINCHESTERS, ARE MINE. ORPHANAGE IS MADE UP; I THINK…I DON'T KNOW, I LIVE IN AUSTRALIA…LOL.
WARNINGS: MILD LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE IN THE FORM OF WINCHESTER ASS-KICKING AND FUTURE SEXUAL CONTENT (DON'T WORRY, NO SAM/DEAN PAIRINGS-I DON'T THINK I COULD BRING MYSELF TO WRITE OR EVEN THINK ABOUT WRITING WINCEST, I LOVE THE BOYS TOO MUCH!) JUST KEEP READING; YOU'LL CATCH ON. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT IDEA; IM NOT FORCING YOU TO READ.
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SUMMARY: SAM HAS A VISION THAT LEADS THE BROTHERS TO AN OLD HAUNTED ORPHANAGE IN MINNESOTA-RATED M, JUST TO BE SAFE.
SUPERNATURAL-THE FACES OF INNOCENCECHAPTER ELEVEN: Cruelty should be a sin
"Sam! Sammy!" Dean cried, falling to his side. "Sam, what did you see?"
"I-I oh god Dean, it's not over. Now he's pissed," The youngest gasped.
"What, how? We burnt the bones!" Dean exclaimed.
"Finger. He lost a finger in an accident. We need to find it and burn it before he kills us!"
"Whoa, what exactly did you see?" asked the oldest, not noticing Kaitlyn, who was swaying on the spot, fearful and panicked.
"Kaitlyn…she's the only one I saw…die,"
Dean swallowed a lump in his throat. "What? Are you positive?" he asked shakily.
"No Dean, it was some completely random chick who happened to look exactly like her. Of course I'm sure!" he snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Kaitlyn slid to the ground and hugged her knees. She was going to die…she was going to die…
Sam looked up. "Kaitlyn? I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said anything," he said, looking over Dean's shoulder at the pale and trembling young woman.
"You okay now?" Dean asked, and waited for him to nod before crouching by Kaitlyn.
"Sweetheart? You alright?" Dean asked softly.
As if in answer, Kaitlyn gave a sigh of resignation before slipping into a dead faint…
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"Dammit! Kait! Wake up!" Dean ordered, as she lay slumped on the dirt, by the Impala.
She didn't respond.
Dean lifted the limp woman into his arms. They needed to get her somewhere warm; she was visibly trembling.
"Sam, open the door," Dean said gruffly, cradling her closely to him, holding her head to his chest, as though he subconsciously thought his heartbeat would soothe her.
Sam complied speedily, considering he was still feeling the after affects of the vision, both in his head and his stomach.
The eldest Winchester eased her into the backseat and slid in after her, still cradling her head, as she remained unconscious and still.
Silently, Sam slid behind the wheel and turned the key in the ignition.
The engine refused to turn.
"Crap!" Sam swore.
He tried again, with no luck.
"Great of your car to fuck up now of all times," Sam growled.
"Sam, right now I don't need your bitching, I need your help. So try the fuck again before I make you get out and pull the damn th-Argh!"
Kaitlyn's hand shot up and wrapped tightly around his throat, cutting off his airway. His eyes bulged as he gasped, without success, for a breath of sweet air.
"Dean! What the fu-" Sam couldn't move. He was pinned as Kaitlyn sat up and slowly opened her eyes.
They weren't hers.
"I knew you weren't as stupid as you looked." Growled the voice of Lionel Ritter through the mouth of Kaitlyn. "But did you seriously think I was that stupid?"
She nodded toward Sam. "I felt him. His power. As soon a he was close enough to reach out and touch, I grabbed him. I tortured him in his dreams. They weren't premonitions, as such, more of a psychic kick up the ass, from across the veil. And you…both of you, and your precious lady friend fell into—" There was a moments silence. Kaitlyn's body shuddered. "Dean, Dean…please help me! I can't stop him, it's hurting, it's killing me!" She gasped, pushing past the pain to keep the monster inside her at bay. Sam took this opportunity to free himself. He looked over at Kaitlyn. She had let go of Dean, who was still looking a little dazed, but assuring the girl nonetheless.
"Kait, you need to breathe," Sam said, satisfied that it wasn't the ghost playing a foul trick on them. "Reach inside of you…to the speck of light deep within. Embrace it. Let go of your fear. Let go of the pain. Just embrace it," Sam instructed.
Dean snorted inwardly. Embrace the light? Let go of your fear? Was it just him, or was his brother going all new age and hippy on him? Oh well, they'd laugh about it later, when all this shit was over.
Kaitlyn took a deep breath, and squeezed Dean's hand tighter. She let go, and now the pain was consuming her. She knew he would gain control if she couldn't just breathe.
Think about Dean. She thought to herself. Think about all the great times we had in our childhood.
It flashed through her mind. The memories.
Eight-year-old Dean, tackling her to the grass during a game of football; twelve –year- old Dean, calling her on the phone to tell her a stupid joke he came up with; Sixteen-year-old Dean…the last time she saw him. The awkwardness. The eyes. The kiss…
Then, nothing.
The presence of Lionel Ritter had dissipated. He was gone from her.
Her eyes fluttered open and with a gasp of pain, she fell onto Dean.
"Whoa sweetheart, take it easy," he said gently, holding her around the waist. "Is he gone?"
Kaitlyn nodded. She was okay for now…just really tired.
Sam twisted the key in the ignition again and the engine turned, the black monster, roaring to life.
He pushed his foot down on the gas pedal and executed a sharp u-turn before speeding down the road and back toward their motel.
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"So, before you passed out, you felt all the warmth just…disappear?" Sam inquired as Kaitlyn sat beside Dean, brushing her glossy black hair into a ponytail.
She nodded. "Yeah…it was eerie, almost the same feeling I got when he stuck his hand into my chest. That's why I panicked, and passed out. That and the damn pain," she explained, yawing tiredly and leaning into Dean.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Dean asked gently, tucking a tendril of raven hair that had slipped from the ponytail, behind her ear.
"I'm sure Dean, really, I am…it's just this great feeling of weariness I have…like I just wanna sleep forever…"
That truly worried Dean.
"That's because you aren't used to what you did before, back in the car…you pushed him away, you're like I was after I healed you…it was the first time I had ever done anything like that," Sam explained, knowing full well that his brother was trying to mask his fear for his on and Kaitlyn's life. He could see it in his demeanor, the way he held Kaitlyn, as if she were a precious jewel, the way he walked and talked; the way he held his shoulders, slightly sagged, a sign of defeat…but mostly it was the eyes.
Dean could throw on this 'tough boy' façade, when something was about to go to hell, but Sam could always tell how his sibling was feeling, by looking into his eyes.
Eyes, in this case, were most definitely the windows to the soul. And Dean Michael Winchester's soul looked very scared indeed.
Dean nodded, trying to control his emotions as the woman beside him trembled, quaking at the memories of her experiences over the past few days.
This really wasn't doing her any good.
Kaitlyn let out a gentle sob and put her face into Dean's neck.
He rubbed her back gently…lovingly…as she cried gently into his shoulder.
"I'm so scared Dean," came her muffled and tear-filled voice. "I don't want to die,"
Dean took her hand and squeezed it gently. "You are not going to die. Not today, not tomorrow…not until you're a wrinkly old braud with no teeth and a serious bladder issue…you get it?"
Kaitlyn snorted. "Everybody loves a comedian," she said with a wet smile.
"Damn straight, and everybody most definitely loves this comedian,"
His world famous façade, again. Sam thought, watching as Dean soothed the woman with his subtle seductive charms. Dean didn't usually do subtle, but there it was, as clear as day.
"Dean…we have to go get this bastard, you know that," Kaitlyn said, suddenly serious. "All of us, together,"
Dean shook his head. "Forget it. Not after what Sam saw. There is no way I'm risking it,"
Kaitlyn growled at him with venom, suddenly angry at his words. "Dean, haven't we gone through this before? I'm a big girl. I'll be fine. And we know what's going to happen, we can take precautions,"
Kaitlyn Meredith Jones, stubborn till the end.
Dean could play at that game. "I don't give a damn Kait! I almost lost you to that evil son-of-a-bitch when I let you come along! I'm not going to watch it happen again. This time Sam may not be able to save you!"
Kaitlyn jumped up. "It comes with the job, Dean. It has is downsides! It's a dangerous gig, and if I die, then I die! There's nothing you can do to stop death Dean, if Sam saw it, it'll happen, and if it doesn't happen the way he saw, fate will find another way! This is my fight too Dean, whether you like it or not, and I'm going!"
Dean sat speechless, mouth opening and closing stupidly like a fish out of water.
Well that settles that then. Sam thought with a mental shrug.
"Fine." Dean began. "Fine. You can come. Just don't expect me to run crying when this bastard throws you off a balcony. Don't expect me to come to the funeral,"
The words surprised even him. He had not meant it to sound like that, and it was too late to fix it. Sam looked shocked and angry at the same time; Kaitlyn looked as though he had literally reached into her chest, ripped out her heart and threw it on the floor.
She bit back acid tears of betrayal. She loved him so much it hurt, and he had just ripped open her wounds and poured salt into them.
Her bright green eyes stared at him dejectedly.
"I took you for many things, Dean Winchester," she said gently, opening the door. "But a cruel and heartless coward, I just could never imagine,"
The door didn't slam, she didn't scream, or yell, or throw a punch; like she usually would…she just walked out the door, her head lowered, her shoulder's slumped, her feet dragging desolately across the floor…
And somehow, that was worse…
Well? I'm getting there! Finally! Just a few more chapters ought to do it. You know what you have to do people…please! For the sake of my sanity! Please, please, please! I'm Literally hands and knees begging you to review!
