Chapter 4
By : Swissalo
Started : 11/09/05
Finished : 11/21/05
A.N. Sorry about the wait, but I've been fairly busy with school and work. I've been writing when I get the chance to but haven't had the time to type it up.
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"Man what were you thinking." Dean growled as he turned on his brother, Biddy already settled in their hotel room was unaware of the argument. "Were you even at all? No, Sam, shut up and listen. Yes, we probably probably need Biddy's help with this. I've scoured that house twice top to bottom and can't find hide or hair of that demon. So maybe she knows where it is. But you can't just go and bring her here. And I know you know this. So what's the real reason you brought her, it isn't because she wanted to leave."
Sam sighed as he fell against the motel wall outside of their room. The wooden siding was rough and unmoving even when padded by his sweat jacket. Running his hands through his hair, Sam looked pleadingly over at his brother hoping Dean would drop this like the secrets he couldn't tell. He didn't know what had made him take Biddy out of the institution, something about those wisps had bothered him and he wanted to figure it out. The newest one had drained everything out of her for almost and hour, but as he looked at Dean Sam knew that his brother wouldn't understand. He barely remembered that purple wisp that he didn't even think was a wisp at all.
"Sam listen to me, we'll keep her here, until I'm positive I can't find that Demon without her help. But man, you're going to be staying with her, incase the cops show up. Dammit Sammy talk to me." Dean stared at his baby brother, anger all but forgotten when he found that his words were not having any sort of affect on Sam. What was it about this Biddy woman that caused his brother to lose all common sense. Looking through the window to where Biddy sat, on the corner of Sam's bed, he couldn't understand. There was nothing particularly special about her, except for what she had survived. But he also knew that the dreading he had felt before when he was around her was ten times stronger.
Thinking back on his first conversation with Sam when the topic had had changed from Biddy's presences to the will o'the wisps he stared harder at the girl. She was now staring straight at him with a masked look, it was almost like she didn't see him but Dean didn't believe for a second that she was unaware. Dean studied her before furrowing his eyebrow, something what playing with her hair. Something that glowed black, studying the phenomenon for a moment longer, Dean started for the motel door.
"That's why I brought her with me." Sam murmured as he clasped a hand on Dean's shoulder, halting his brother from trying to banish the little will-o-wisp. "He, I'm pretty sure it's a he, cam to her this morning, she has at least two others with her saw them also, playing." Sam stopped, letting everything he was saying sink in, "You weren't there when he came, she seemed to die just a little bit more. I don't know what their purpose is, but that's a will-o-wisp and she's constantly surrounded by them."
"Which is impossible." Dean uttered as he stared hard at the creature that was currently floating around their room past all the protections he had placed within the motel room the second he knew Sam was out of the room looking for something to eat. "They like to get people lost, granted some don't but most do."
"They're will-o-wisps and we've met one before, that purple blue one we saw that time we were in the swamp, it kept vanishing every time Dad tried to follow it." Sam chilled as he glared at Dean, he didn't know why every time he brought that will-o-wisp up his father or Dean just told him it wasn't what he thought and to not dwell on it. It was almost like they had somehow been made to forget that incident with the purple will-o-wisp, but they remembered everything else about that hunt in minute detail, just now the purple one.
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Biddy watched as the two came back into the room, the room that felt about ten times calmer even with The Cesar's presence. She could feel the wisp moving about her shoulders, it was welcoming almost to feel that light brush of air against her neck as the wisp remained with her. However comforting The Cesar's presence was she definitely did not want to fall asleep tonight if The Cesar or Gaven were in the room. Nothing would be peaceful, and there were already going to be enough problems without anything extra being thrown into the mix.
Sam gave Biddy a slight smile as he kept his eyes locked on the black will-o-wisp, this one he didn't like. Somehow, he knew that this wisp was the reason he had stayed so angry with Dean for as long as he had. Sure, he had been upset with his brother earlier, but somehow that creature had drawn up every dark emotion he had for Dean and it had taken nearly two hours for him to not feel like he needed to strangle his brother. Glancing over at his brother, Sam watched as Dean started leafing through the worn brown leather notebook of their fathers, Sam hadn't found anything worthy of being discussed. The purple one had been mentioned, once and very briefly, but nothing more. He could almost hear Dean's thoughts and schemes as he read the entry on will o'the wisp and studied the black and red one that was floating around Biddy. It was in mild frustration that caused Dean to toss the book on the table, it was no use they wouldn't be able to reference anything from their father's knowledge.
"So that's a will-o-wisp." Dean commented suddenly as he leaned back in the motel chair, drawing Biddy's attention to him. "I'm not so sure, it defies everything anyone has ever found out about will-o-wisps. For all we know they're some demon and it's really you that's to blame for all this."
Sam stared openly at Dean, he knew his brother was any idiot at times but this, this was insane. It might not be like every other wisp in the world, that other people say and just because they had no information Dean was trying, Dean was trying to get Biddy to talk. All right so maybe his brother wasn't a complete idiot. But saying that she might have something to do with her own parents murder was unfounded. Turning his attention on Biddy, he noticed she was looking at something just past Dean's shoulder.
Sitting down on his bead, Sam moved to lean against the headboard so he could take everything in without feeling like he was in a one-sided tennis match. Turning his attention from Biddy, when he heard Dean's surprised grunt Sam was surprised to see three more will-o-wisps in their room. He watched as the black and red one went to join the other three as they floated around his brother. Jumping to his feet Sam tried to cross the room to get to his brother's aid, but was halted when Biddy grabbed his wrist. Sam was about to rip his wrist out of her grasp when three of the four creatures left. He felt somewhat helpless as he watched Dean slump down in the chair, he didn't feel Biddy let go of his wrist. Gazing at the purple blue wisp suspiciously Sam slowly made his way to Dean's side. His brother was just staring at the ceiling, his eyes hazy, but Dean jumped and nearly fell out of the chair when Sam placed his hand on Dean's shoulder.
"What happened?" Sam asked quietly as he sat on the edge of Dean's bed, leaning towards his brother. Dean glanced over at Sam before chancing a look at Biddy who currently had her hands cupped with the purple one resting in them. Shaking his head Dean grabbed for his father's journal before turning his attention back to his brother.
"They just decided to prove me wrong." Dean answered slowly as he gaze went back to the blue purple will-o-wisp. He never wanted to upset one of those creatures again. Those visual images they used to speak were enough to drain him mentally. "None of them like me much."
Sam didn't speak as he studied his brother, Dean was going to have to work through whatever had happened before he would be able to explain anything. Whatever had happened took a lot out of his brother, sighing Sam moved slowly pulling down the comforter on Dean's bed before reaching for Dean who was once again staring at the ceiling. When Dean didn't put up a fight, Sam glanced over at Biddy's hand before pushing his brother down on the bed. Pulling at Dean's shoelaces, he tugged his brother's boots off. Dean would probably wake up later and change but right now, it was just getting his brother as comfortable as he could.
Alia would like to apologize for:
A. The shortness of this chapter, it's a page and a half shorter than my other chapters.
B. The duration that this took to get out to you.
However, there is a reason for this lateness, I was in a minor car accident last week and have been having to deal with insurance people for the past week.
Swissalo