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Title: Fight For Survival
Chapter Title: Chapter Five
Set After: Future Consequences
Summary: Sequel to Future Consequences. Everyone knows Sam's dreams come true one way or another. But this time he had a dream about his own death, and Dean's determined to keep it from happening.
Warnings: umm... Dean freaking out? Heh... that's it.
"Dean, you need to calm down," Anna said calmly, her eyes a bit wide as she watched Dean.
Dean was currently using the barrel of the shot gun he had brought to slowly bend the pipe that the hole was placed in. He had been doing this for about five minutes now, and was barely making progress; the metal was thick, and didn't take kindly to be bashed in with a shot gun because the owner of that shot gun was freaking out.
"No! I won't!" Dean yelled, throwing the shot gun to the side and getting down on his knees. Then then grabbed the sides of the pipe and attempted to pull it further apart. "C'mon, move..!"
"Dean, you're bleeding!" Anna gasped, kneeling down next to him, taking his hands in her own. Her eyes were sad, yet soft and gentle, as she looked into his own. "Dean, we'll get him. I promise we'll get him, okay? He'll be okay." She looked down at his hands; they were cut across on both of them, thanks to the pipe's sharp edges.
Dean sighed and looked down at his hands, then back at Anna. He nodded. "I know we will. I won't let anything happen to him..." He stood up and grabbed the shot gun again, starting to bash the pipe again. "Not again. I can't."
Anna sighed and stood up. "Dean, the hole is big enough for me."
Dean looked over at Anna, staring at her like she was insane. "Anna, Sam just got taken by the wicked demon of the west. No way in hell am I letting that happen to you, too. We're supposed to be saving you. Not the other way around."
Anna rolled her eyes. "Dean, I can find a way out from the inside, alright? Some place other than this hole. I need to get Marcus out of there. I need to get everyone else out of there."
Dean sighed, shaking his head. "No. You're not going in." He continued banging at the pipe, yet harder this time. "Damnit! Open wider!"
Anna rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. God, she was bored. "How much longer is this gonna take?" When Dean just shrugged his shoulders she sighed. "Look, the longer this takes the more he's gonna be able to do to Sam. I can stop that if you just let me find another way in."
Dean stopped, then looked over at Anna. "You really think you can do this?"
Anna nodded, smiling proudly and confidently. "Yeah, I do."
Dean then nodded, backing up a bit. "Fine, I'll let you try. Just don't get yourself --"
Anna laughed slightly. "Dean, those words are a curse. You said them to Sam and now look what's happened to him. So shut up." She smiled at him before walking over to the hole. "Well, here goes nothing." She then climbed through, pushing the board away. As soon as she was through she heard Dean banging at the pipes again.
Anna walked into a small room, looking around. She shivered slightly, rubbing her arms. Damn, she had forgotten how cold it was down here. The room was small, only about twice the size of a small walk-in closet. It smelled of decay and rot. She looked down at the ground and saw a couple bones. Oh, yeah, that was why.
Anna walked forward and grabbed the handle of the door in front of her, opening it as quietly as she could. She looked down the hallway and, upon finding no one there, walked out of the room, slowly making her way down. Just then she heard a young girl screaming, and winced. She had heard that very same scream less than a day ago; it was a girl she had met here, named Stacey... she always screamed like that when the demon was... well, when the demon was not being so nice to her.
As horrid as it sounded, the scream gave Anna a bit of hope; it meant the demon was busy with other things at the moment, and wouldn't bother her, though it probably already knew she was there. So Anna walked down the hallway a bit more, keeping a look out for anything that might just pop up at her from out of the blue.
Making it to the end of the hallway, Anna peaked around the corner, finding the demon's main hang out: the torture chamber. Yes, it was as sickly as it sounded. She was relieved to find nothing there, and snuck in quietly. She had never looked around the room closely before; hell, she had only been in here when she was being tortured. She walked over to the end of the room as she noticed something that stuck out. It was a rock sticking out amongst all the others...
Anna pressed the rock in and suddenly a door swung open. Curious, Anna walked through the door, and found herself in an alley way. Wait, what? They were in the sewers... how could she be in an alley way? Figuring she'd find out why later, she quickly ran down the alley, and over to a sewer entrance; she had to go get Dean.
"Okay, we're going to go find the rest of the people, then you're going to bring them back to this door," Dean whispered to Anna as they slowly made their way across the torture chamber room.
Anna nodded. "Okay," she whispered back.
"Do you know your way around this place?" Dean asked, looking over at Anna, who nodded. "Good. You can tell me where he takes the new people after we've saved everyone else."
"The Room of Possession," Anna whispered.
"What?"
"It's different for each person," Anna said, starting down the hall. "For me he, um... He showed me the day my mother left my family... I was only eight, and she walked out on us... then he showed me the day my father left, when I was ten. He showed Marcus the day his baby sister died... Marcus was a bit tipsy when he was driving his sister home from school one day... He got into an accident and she died the next day in the hospital."
"So he shows you things that make you feel guilty or sad?" Dean asked, looking over at Anna quickly.
Anna nodded. "Exactly," she said quietly. She managed a weak smile, then grabbed Dean's hand. "C'mon." Anna then led him down another hallway, then opened the door on the end slowly. She smiled as she noticed the demon wasn't in the room, and everyone's eyes went wide as they saw her.
"We found a way to get you guys out," Dean whispered, looking over the group. God, there had to be at least twenty people there. "Follow Anna."
Anna turned to Dean. "Go down the hallway we were just in, then take a right. Go down that one completely, then take a left. Keep going and you'll find it at the end. Alright?" Dean nodded, and Anna turned to the group, putting a finger to her mouth. "Shh."
As the group quietly followed Anna, Dean sighed and set off in the direction of The Room of Possession. As he stumbled upon it, he realized he couldn't get in it; there was like an invisible door keeping him out. How was he going to help Sam under conditions like this?
"So, Winchester, it's nice to be reunited with me, isn't it?" the demon growled, laughing a cruel and evil laugh.
"You seem to like me. So I'll make you a deal," Sam said, looking over at him. He was chained to a chair in the middle of the room.
"Didn't your brother ever teach you to not make deals with demons?" the demon asked, chuckling.
"Yeah, but he's not here, is he? Which is a good thing because he wouldn't like this deal..." Sam narrowed his eyes at the demon. "Let everyone go and I'll stay. Forever."
"Sam! No!" Dean yelled, trying to break through the invisible force. The two went on as though they neither heard nor saw him.
The demon thought for a moment, then shook his head. "No thanks. Let's tap into some memories, shall we?"
"My memories can't hurt me," Sam growled. "I don't regret anything I've ever done."
"Oh, really?" The demon chuckled. "It seems your heart feels differently." He put his hand on Sam's head for a moment, closing his eyes. He nodded. "Poor Jessica died? What a shame."
"Don't you dare mutter her name!" Sam yelled.
The demon went on as if he hadn't heard Sam. He smirked, then took his head off his head. "You've hurt your brother a lot in the past, haven't you?"
"Leave him out of this," Sam growled, glaring at the demon.
"I'm afraid I can't. The memories of him are what haunt you the most," the demon said, shrugging. Then then walked in front of Sam, looking into his eyes. Sam looked away quickly, but the demon grabbed his head, forcing his eyes to look at his own. "Sam, you've hurt your brother; in a moment you'll see how much. Do you really want to live with that pain?"
Sam couldn't help but to stare in his eyes, Dean knew, but he feared for his little brother. What the hell was going on?
Haley: My mom just told me to go to bed. It's midnight.
Dean: Then go to bed.
Haley: Nah. I'm looking forward to this next chapter! I have to write it now, so tomorrow Anna won't be like 'GIVE ME CHAPTER SIX!' Damn, today she was like 'GIVE ME CHAPTER FIVE!' (Though tomorrow she'll probably just be like 'GIVE ME CHAPTER SEVEN!') Scary shit right there. All day she was bugging me about it. So I call my other friend at ten, right? About a half hour or so into the conversation I hear: 'You have to write more of your story.' I'm like 'What, Fight for Survival?' and she's like 'Yeah.' I was like 'Damn. Everyone's been bugging me about that! You, Anna, my reviewers!' Shakes head. Obsessed peoples!
Sam & Dean: Stares.
Crickets: Chirp.
Haley: Okay, okay, onto the next chapter! Heh... I can't wait till I get to kill Sam...
Dean: What did you say?
Haley: Bye! Runs away! ... Fast!