Disclaimer: See Chapter One.
A/N: Wyatt hasn't pulled Excalibur out yet because he hasn't felt that it is time. Ages in this story: Chris - 21, Sam - 22, Wyatt - 25, and Dean - 26. Whether those are accurate ages or not for Sam and Dean, I don't care.
The Power Around Us
Chapter Three
As Sam and Dean were trying desperately to comprehend what they had just been told, Amanda screamed as a demon materialized behind them. The brothers whipped to see what was the matter.
"Woah!" Dean exclaimed, taking a step back. Sam didn't get the chance. The demon lunged for him and caught his arm. Before Dean could react, he had disappeared along with the demon.
"Sammy!" Dean yelled in anguish, looking around desperately for the brother he knew was not there. He whirled around on Amanda. "Where did that thing take him?"
Amanda stepped back in slight fear of the enraged man. "To the Underworld, I suppose."
"And just how do I get there?" Dean snapped.
"You can't."
"What do you mean, I can't? That demon has my baby brother!" he shouted.
"I don't mean that you shouldn't, I mean that you literally can't. You don't have the ability to teleport in any way. But I do know somewhere that you can go for help."
Dean looked her in the eye. "Tell me."
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Chris sighed as he walked out of the back of the restaurant and put the trash in the big dumpster. He didn't know how his mom had talked him into covering for her for today, or why, for that matter, had he been stuck with the restaurant when Wyatt got the somewhat less hectic job of managing the club. Wait a minute, scratch that. He didn't think he could imagine Wyatt in the kitchen, the idea was simply laughable.
With that thought in mind, he turned to go back in, but his path was blocked. Before him was a tall man with black hair and eyes the color of ice. Others quickly materialized around him, and he realized that he was trapped most efficiently. He reacted quickly, shooting lightning at the one that was obviously the leader. His aim was off, though, because at the same time, a dart had been launched at the back of his neck. He pulled the dart out and looked at before his whole body went slack. He fell to the ground, dropping the dart in the process.
His world faded into black and a cruel voice taunted him, "Night night, little Halliwell."
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Wyatt froze as he felt the fear from his little brother. He quickly orbed to where he felt it originate from, but he was too late. He fanned out his sensing, hoping to get a reading on where Chris was, but whoever had taken him had covered their tracks well.
He fell to his knees. How could he have let this happen? He grasped desperately at the link that bound he and Chris together, but something was blocking it. He thought of Chris's vision and he barely bit back a howl of anguish. He bowed his head in shame. He had promised Chris that he would protect him. With his head in said position, he was forced to look at the ground. It was then that he noticed the dart.
Tbc…
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