-1Before I even start, I want to thank all of you for your concern and your prayers, they mean a lot to me, I will not be leaving for LA until Friday so I wanted to put up at least one more update for my wonderful readers before I leave..
Rescue Me
Chapter 13
Dean awoke with a start only hours after finally finding himself in dreamland, his heart was pounding full force in his chest, his pulse racing, throat dry, and entire body throbbing…. His dreams had only retold the memories and visions of what had happened that night…
So vivid, it was like reliving it over and over and over again, he had to end this… it had to be done with, so that one way or another, he could rest peacefully.
Watching his brother's body shoot up in bed Sam jumped to his feet and nearly sprinted the short distance between where he was sitting and the bed, "Easy…. It was just a dream…" he pressed a hand to his sweat drenched chest and frowned at the fast pace of the heart beneath his finger tips… "Relax Dean, deep breaths…."
Dean moved the hand from his chest after catching his breath and got up from the bed immediately he headed toward his brothers hooded sweatshirt over the chair and began fishing through the pockets…
"Dean… what are you doing?" Sam came up behind him, a little worried about his brother's obviously frantic state. He put a hand on the small of the older man's back ..
Dean's fingers clasped the keys and he gripped them tightly, He had to go he couldn't handle another minute of this bullshit, this nightmare he was currently calling reality… He let his eyes come up and rest on the small brown leather book on the table in front of him, he was going to need that too… The incantation there was his… their only hope.
"DEAN!" Sam's voice was forceful, as he moved his hand from the small of his back to his shoulder spinning him around hard. "Calm the hell down…" He caught sight of the keys gripped tight in Dean's fist…
"Oh no no no…" He reached for them, "You 're not going anywhere…"
Dean whipped his hand back quickly and glared at his younger brother his jaw locked,
"You're not going anywhere." Sam repeated, wishing that Bobby was there to back him on this and had not gone in search of the nights dinner.
I have to little brother… I have to, it's the only way…. Dean thought to himself, his mouth even opening as though he were going to actually say the words.. Before closing again slowly.
"Say it Dean…Say it come on." Sam urged pleading.
But he couldn't, he just couldn't bring the words out as he brought his hand up and shoved Sam back just a little enough to give him space to move….
But Sam was just as quick his hand coming up and grasping his brothers wrist tight in his fingers with a hard squeeze. "LET GO!"
Dean's eyes narrowed and he growled but none the less the keys fell from his hand to the floor…
"I can tell without a word that your not being rational right now…. You need to relax and breathe, there is no way I'm letting you behind the wheel of a car right now…. Look at you…. You'll get yourself killed…"
Fists still balled at his sides, face angered, Dean waited only a split second before his fist came flying toward his brothers jaw in a quick and merciless motion…
A pain shot through Sam's body and heart as he felt the impact of his brothers fist against his jaw with full force before blackness overtook him….
His lips turned into a deep and apologetic frown as he looked down at his brother's form crumpled on the floor and sighed before swooping the keys up and grabbing the journal… Dean had a job to do, and it needed to get done.
Throwing on a t-shirt it was only a matter of seconds before he was out the door and in the car… His car, the engine revving beneath his body…. Causing his entire being, soul and flesh to vibrate…
Throwing the car into gear he sped out of the parking lot mildly relieved and annoyed when he passed Bobby only a half a mile or so down the road…
He would make sure Sam was safe, at the same tome however…. If Sam knew him as well as Dean knew he did then he would know where his older brother was headed and they would be hot on his heels…
He pressed the gas to the floor and his body jolted back with the speed increase…
-Seeing the shiny black Impala pass by him Bobby's eyes widened when he noticed that it was Dean and not Sam in the drivers seat…. In fact from what he saw Sam was no where in the car….
Something about that was in it's self… awkward for lack of a better word, there was no way Sam would let his brother do anything alone in his current condition, and there was no way in hell he would let him drive the Impala….
He made his way back to the hotel as fast as he could swerving into the first parking space he could find he didn't even bother to shut off the engine as he climbed from the car and bolted for the door…
"SAM!?" He called out stepping into the darkened hotel room and took a minute to let his eyes adjust to the lack of light before shifting them around "Sa-" He frowned seeing the youngest Winchester still out cold on the floor…
Leaning down, there was no blood seeping from his body… A very good sign, as he tapped the side of his face lightly… "Sammy?? Sam… Wake-up buddy come on…"
Sam grunted a little feeling Bobby's cold hand against his cheek the older man's voice booming through his ears, he opened his eyes slowly his pupils dancing in his skull as he struggled to focus…..
"Bobby?" He mumbled.
"What the hell happened?"
"He hit me" Sam's voice was filled with disbelief as he rubbed his jaw, "Hard too,…" Sam's eyes grew darker as everything came flying back at him…. "He's in trouble…." He mumbled jumping to his feet..
He wavier and swayed feeling nauseated obviously from the blow he had received.. Or so Bobby thought as he put a strong hand on Sam's arm… "You must have quite the bump there…."
"No…." Sam swallowed as it all came at once his body and his blood running cold as he gripped bobby with both hands trying to steady himself and moaning out in pain…. "Vision…" He choked out…
The Impala screeches to a stop in front of the Wilcox place…. Dean climbs from the car and races to the door, his face is stone hard with determination, his hands are trembling slightly the only indication that there is any fear inside of him at the present moment….
His lips open,…. His eyes coming up from the journal he had been studying…. And he freezes….
His entire body goes still… minutes pass, time seems to slow,
Then he fells to his knees, their father's journal dropping from his hand , his face changes quicker than a flash of light, no longer determined, no longer strong…
He's scared, his lips quivering, he is so scared Sam can feel it coursing through his veins like a drug,
His eyes are wide his skin paled , shakily he moves to sit Indian style, there in the middle of the porch, the cold night air biting at his flesh, he begins rocking, rocking back and forth quickly as he shakes his head his eyes staring at the house first, a long hard stare and Sam swears he can hear the quickening pace of his brothers heart beat ringing through his ears…
Dean's eyes cast downward now and he begins humming, humming loudly as though he's trying to ignore…. To block out voices….
Unwrapping himself from his own grasp his arms having been tightly around his upper body, he brings his hands up to his ears and grips them so hard his fingers go from red to white in a matter of a second, his eyes close now and his rocking grows harder,…. Faster the whole porch is now creaking with the swift back and forth movement….
Stiff… Suddenly his eyes open again,…And Dean's movements seize, he's frozen again like a statue, he doesn't move there is even no indication he is still breathing….
Time drags out… slowly…
Before he moves again,…
Sam watches in horror as Dean's hand comes down to his pocket and he retrieves a gun… a silver 45.… The Same gun he had used unwillingly on their father, was back again, tight in Dean's fingers…
He clutches it as though it is the only thing he has left on this planet,
His eyes never blink, they never falter, the never so much as move…
The trembling of his hands subsides as he places the cold steel metal beneath his chin, his focus staying straight ahead….
Time stops… Everything stops….
The sound of a single shot the only thing Sam's ears could hear from then on…
His eyes fly open, and Sam's face is filled with horror as he swallows finding his throat cracked and dry as he tries to speak a horrid taste in his mouth eyes red and threatening to water…..
"What did you see…." Bobby asked trying to stay calm but the look he was receiving was definitely cause for alarm….
"He-He…. We have to go….NOW!" Sam was to his feet and half way out the door before Bobby could even stand from the kneeling position he was previously in…
"What did you see?" Bobby asked again as he climbed into the truck and pulled, glad he had left it running.
"Just drive…."
I hope this is alright, I know it's not long but I tried to just you know bridge the gap between the hotel and the closing scenes that are to take place in the Wilcox manner. So I hope you like it and remember to R&R and let me know what you are really thinking.
Rosebud