A/N: I don't own Harry Potter nor Supernatural
Chapter 17
In Him was life, and the life was the Light of men. The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it. There came a man sent from God, whose name was John. He came as a witness, to testify about the Light, so that all might believe through him. There was the true Light which, coming into the world, enlightens every man. He was in the world, and the world was made through Him, and the world did not know Him.
~John 4-10~
Fumbling for the pistol in his trousers, he tried to aim it at the wolf that had his brother. Dodging to the side as one of the beasts lunged for his head. His brother's screams sent horror through him as many of them descend on Sammy's body.
"NO!"
Kicking out with his foot at the white beast that lunged for him he brought up the pistol and fired. The wolf slumped over dead as his shot rang true. Shot right between the eyes. Salt round shattering on impact. Getting up quickly he ran to where he last heard his brother scream.
Sammy's voice faded as the beasts surrounded him like wild piranhas. Their jaws were coated in his brother's lifeblood.
Quickly reloading the gun he shot into the air, the wolves scattered at the sound. To reveal his baby brother's mangled body.
"No. NO. NO! Sammy!" Landing on his knees beside him, his brother's labored breaths greeted his ears. The sounds were wet and hacking. Sam's body was a mess, his legs and arms mangled beyond repair, his ribs exposed.
He was already half gone.
The ground was soaked in congealed blood. The hard truth hit him like a tidal wave as Sammy tried to speak. Blood dribbled down his lips and filled his mouth.
"Sammy. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Tears clouded his vision as Sammy weakly spoke around the blood.
"R…..r…..run." He finally managed to get out.
"No! I'm not leaving you here!"
"Plll…..p…..please….r..run…Dea…." Coughing, blood continued to fill Sammy's mouth as Dean protested.
"No Sammy! Stay with me! Please. Don't leave. Please." He sobbed as he heard the familiar growls of the beasts around him.
Sammy's breathing labored ever harder at the sound of what Dean knew to be fear for him. Glancing up Dean scrambled to reload the pistol as the beast lunged for him.
Squeezing his eyes shut he waited for the impact that never came. Hearing the defiant roars of the beasts he glanced up to see a boy around his age fighting them.
Growling at the beasts as if he were one of them. A long staff in his hands was held in front of his body as the wolves forgot about Dean and his brother to attack the newcomer.
The brown wolf that had grabbed his brother earlier attacked the youth from the side. This must have been some sort of signal, for the wolf pack all lunged at the boy after that. Yet none landed. The leather-clad boy moved as if he were wind.
Dancing around the beasts, his wooden staff spinning in his hands as he lashed out.
His muscled torso twisted as his leg came up slamming into a black wolf's muzzle. Staff ramming into stomachs, smashing skulls in. Gore splashing on fallen leaves and tree trunks.
Slamming the wood into the ground he launched his body into the air, flipping over the writhing pack to land near Dean. His feet were silent as he touched down.
Angry growls sounded before them as the boy crouched protectively in front of Dean and Sammy. His teeth bared angrily, arms crossed with his hands shaped into claws, and he roared.
A shock wave of wind blasted against the wolves sending them crashing through the trees. So powerful was the blast that those that were hit shattered upon impact. The wolves landed harshly from it. They did not get up again. Their bodies are still in death.
Green eyes blazed as black hair tumbled over sinewy shoulders as Ascha stood from his crouch. His nose twitched as the stench of blood saturated the air.
Turning to the source of the smell he was met with a pistol aimed at him. Terrified green eyes stared at him, pupils dilated in fear as his companion's labored breathing became slower.
"Stay away from us! Or I swear I will shoot!" Came the green-eyed boy's panicked voice. Tilting his head to the side in confusion, Ascha glanced at the mangled body at his feet.
His emerald gaze turned solemn at the sight. Taking a step toward the boy, he felt the other stir at his movement. "Didn't you hear me?! Stay away! Leave us alone!"
"This boy will soon die, green one," Ascha stated simply.
"No! I just have to get him to the hospital and he will be fine. Just stay away so I can bring him back!" Dean screamed as he edged more toward his brother.
"He will not make it. Other dangers lurk in this forest, you will never make it out before every creature in this place descends upon you. Like bees to honey, the predators will come and so too, like this boy, you will die."
Ascha explained as he examined the ones before him. Noticing how protective the green one was of the dying one. Dean paled drastically at that. Any bravado or arrogance he had, disappeared at the sight of his brother dying on the forest floor.
He knew he wouldn't make it. Despair clogged his throat with tears as he realized his brother's death was inevitable.
"Oh Sammy, I'm so sorry." Dean cried as he dropped the gun. Falling over his brother, he embraced him. Careful not to cause him any more pain. "Please don't leave me. Please." Dean sobbed.
Snot and tears dripped onto Sammy's bloody ripped shirt. He could hear the slowing of his brother's heart as he cried.
Ascha kept his steady gaze upon the pair before him, as the green one fell to pieces. He couldn't understand that pain. The pain of losing someone. For never has he felt it. Bringing a hand up, he traced the cross that hung upon his neck.
Ascha may never have felt such pain, but it radiated off the green one in thick waves. The whispers buzzed in his ears as his fingers felt the smooth texture beneath. He may never have felt it but he does not wish for others to feel it.
He doesn't like the pain he sees in the green one's face. Nor does he like hearing the labored breathing of the dying one on the ground. From the corner of his eye, he can see the shadow of a pale man in a suit crouched above the boy on the ground.
A hand was placed upon the mangled one's bloodied hair. From Crawly's lessons, he knows it to be a reaper.
If Ascha doesn't act, the boy will die. The question was, should he?
Hearing the sobs of the green one, he knows the answer even without the whispers in his head giving him direction. Slowly, he walks.
Casually waving his hand at the reaper, sending the being flying, turning to smoke as it impacted a tree. He sent it back to whatever plane of existence it came from. Taking the place where the reaper had been previously, he crouched.
The green one glanced up at him. Eyes filled with tears and heartache. Tracing the cross upon his neck, Ascha smiled at him and reached out to touch the mangled one, knowing he didn't have much time. The green one's eyes followed the movement, staring at the cross in disbelief for a moment, before darting to his reaching hand.
"Peace. Do not be afraid." Ascha's eyes softened as the green one tensed.
"Don't touch my…" Ascha's hand landed on the mangled one's hair, white light erupted from his hand the moment he made contact, spilling over the mangled one's body. The green one gasped as where the light touched, blood disappeared and healthy pink skin followed.
Soon the labored breaths came more easily and drier as Sam's chest healed over as if nothing happened. Within moments, Samuel Winchester's body was as good as new.
Consciousness was slow coming to Sammy as he felt warmth invade his body. It felt like what he imagined a mother's hug would feel like. Or hot chocolate on Christmas with his Dad when he stopped and actually acted like their father.
Tears gathered at the corner of his eyes as he wondered if he was in heaven. He could feel a hand on his hair and he could hear his brother breathing by his side. Eyelids fluttered as hazel eyes glanced up at the one who was touching him. Hazel eyes met emerald green, a warm smile, and a musical trill from above.
"Sammy." Dean breathed in awe.
"Welcome back, hazel one."