Disclaimer: See Chapter One.
The Powers Around Us
Chapter Five
Intense pain shot through Sam as the demon stood over him. A small thread of white light was drawn out of his body into the demon's waiting hands. As the collection in the demon's hands grew bigger, the pain became even more severe. It felt as if a piece of his very soul were being extracted from him.
"That's enough," the demon said, smiling cruelly down at him. "We don't want to kill you yet, now do we? If it's any consolation, this will hurt him a lot more than it hurts you."
The demon then moved on to Chris. Sam stared in horror as what had just been done to him was done to the other. However, whereas there as a thread of white light coming out of his body, Chris's was a much thicker silver beam and obviously caused him much more pain. Sam could see that it took all the will power Chris had not to cry out in pain.
The demon chuckled as he stopped. "Don't worry, I'm not done with either of you yet. However, I don't want you to die before we can suck every ounce of your powers out of you, and then you will die. And I promise, it will be painful."
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"So," Wyatt said conversationally as each of them searched through a book, hoping to find a clue as to who took their brothers. "What's your Talent?"
"I don't have one," Dean said dismissively. "Sammy's the one with the weird powers."
"Of course you have one, you wouldn't have been able to find the entrance to Magic School without one," Wyatt explained. "There's nothing that you have an uncanny knack for?"
"Unless you count hunting."
"That's a Talent," Wyatt said, looking up as if inspired. "In fact, it's a Talent we could very well put to damn good use now."
Dean looked at him confused. "What do you mean?"
"Well, we've been looking for a clue that would lead us to Chris and Sam, but we don't need a clue if you're a Hunter," Wyatt said excitedly. "You can lead us there."
"And how will we beat the big bad demons once we get there?" Dean said sardonically.
Wyatt smirked cockily. "You get us there, and I can handle the demons."
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Chris struggled to breathe. The demon had left him very drained the last time he had come. He wasn't sure how many times that had made, he had lost count at about six or seven. He didn't know how much longer he could last under these conditions. He looked over at Sam and noticed that his breathing was labored as well. However, he seemed to be in a much better shape than Chris himself was.
"Hey, man, are you okay?" Sam's voice sounded so far away to Chris.
"Yeah," he answered faintly, wanting to reassure him more but not finding the energy.
Sam looked on as Chris slowly slipped into oblivion and prayed that someone would help them before it was too late for either of them.
Tbc…
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