A/N: This is neither here nor there, but I was watching an old episode of "Mythbusters" on TV (it's a show about debunking urban myths-can be quite funny at times) and the guys rescued a broken-down '66 Chevy Impala and made it rocket-powered, so that it raced across the desert at over 300 miles per hour. If I owned the show and its characters, I'd probably let Dean play with a souped-up version of his car, but alas I don't.
A/N 2: Thanks again for the reviews, Ghostwriter, Beautiful Ally, Kaewi, and kokomocalifornia, and thanks everyone for reading this far (gives everybody reading this cyber chocolate chip cookies). Italics mean dream sequence, but you've all probably figured that out already :)
She ran through the forest desperately, heedless of brambles and branches grabbing for her. They had been too long. The day had started out nicely, but as it so often did in late fall it had turned and was now pouring. The cold rain seemed to have no designs of stopping and her children were nowhere in sight. The three had started off exploring early, knowing that soon they would be heading back into a city. There was no reason to stay in the country anymore. Not since...
She resolutely stopped that train of thought. She and her children would have a good life in the city; she just had to hear back from her cousin. The packing and chores had taken her longer than she thought it would, and when she started dinner it was already darkening outside. Her babies knew to be back at the cabin by dark, there were still so many dangers out here. But dinner was ready and her children were not back. She put the food aside and went out to look, at first methodically and then more urgently. It was full night now, and there was no sign of them. They didn't have the proper clothing for this weather. She stopped and screamed until she was hoarse, calling their names. There was no answer. She searched for two days, surviving on what little fruit was left to pick and drinking from a stream when she got dizzy.
The rain had persisted, off and on, and she was chilled by the cold wind but too anxious about her children to care. Her concern gave her strength, strength that deserted her when she found them. She sank down, broken hearted, next to Lizzy's tiny body. Her children were cold and covered in some kind of substance. They had taken refuge by a large tree, and looked as though they had just gone to sleep, a sleep she knew from which they would never wake. Her keening wail silenced the normal forest sounds, and she shook in grief. She stroked their hair, smearing the substance even more. After a time she drew back.
They had loved it out here, not at first but the woods had grown on her children. She would let them stay out here, where they could forever play in the forest. She numbly went back to the cabin, grabbing the implement she needed. Then she buried them. Her daughter's diary fell unnoticed into the hole with the bodies, a short distance from them. She lovingly packed the dirt above them, and then stood in thought. Returning to the cabin, she took a look around. It was empty, feeling as though it had been deserted. Nodding to herself, she began to pour the oil over everything. She would join her family, and they would all be together and happy again. She lit the fire, and then held her child's stuffed toy to her chest as the cabin burned around her. She would be with them soon.
Sam gasped, suddenly awake. That dream had been so vivid-he looked around, disoriented. Then he stilled, memory returning. The bear had grabbed him, where was he? He slowly struggled to a more upright sitting position, realizing he'd been leaning against a cold dirt wall. He blinked; trying to see in the dim light.
"Dean?" he whispered, not knowing if the bear had taken his brother as well.
Only silence answered his call. He slowly stretched forward, feeling the soreness in his shoulder. His head hurt as well, but he ignored it as he felt about his current surroundings, hoping for a clue to where he was. His fingers brushed over something cold and hard and small, and when his vision finally adjusted to the faint light he could make out the shape of a coin. He found several more, along with empty wrappers strewn on the dirt floor.
'The missing hikers' he thought. 'They must have been kept here-wherever here is'. He could finally see that the cave, he didn't know what else it could be, was empty. The dim light was coming from above him, at a sloping angle. Sam decided it was time to leave, and began to crawl slowly upwards. The opening was narrow, just enough for a large animal to pass through.
Sam emerged into the starlit night and took deep breaths of the fresh air. He could hear the sound of running water in the distance, and the normal forest sounds. Taking a moment to get his bearings, he saw trees and some rotted logs nearby. He had no idea where the park entrance was, or the clearing with the hole. He had however found where the hikers had been kept, he thought, although they were not there now. Then he realized that in the morning it would be the seventh day-maybe the bear had taken them back. If so, he'd better leave while he could and his memory was intact.
He picked a direction away from the stream-there wasn't one near the clearing or the park entrance that he could remember, and started walking. He winced as his ankle throbbed, but ignored it. He couldn't ignore the angry bellow that he next heard, that raised the hairs on his skin. Looking around quickly, he ducked down a barely-used path away from the noise, that he was certain came from the bear. He was proven right as he heard the bear's growling following him, and sneaking a look back saw it charging. Suddenly filled with adrenaline, Sam ran down the path, searching desperately for a weapon or an escape route. A sturdy tree with low hanging branches filled his vision and he bolted for it, knowing he hadn't climbed a tree in years but figuring that it was like riding a bicycle. He jumped upwards, reaching for a branch and then tumbled down with a cry as a massive paw swiped his back.
Ominous-looking jaws snapped down inches from his face and Sam rolled, kicking out at the bear. He felt his feet connect and shoved hard, trying to get a moment free to climb. The bear backed off and he stumbled to his feet, only to fall again when the animal smacked the side of his head. Claws began tearing at his clothing, and Sam held absolutely still, something he'd read about bear attacks saying that one way to survive was to play dead. After a few moments, seemingly satisfied that its prey wasn't going to try and escape, the bear grunted and stopped pawing him. He lay still and waited to see if the bear would move off. The animalhuffed and Sam could hear it begin to lumber away. He waited a few minutes and then slowly got to his feet, groaning in pain. Now his head really hurt, and he wished he had some more painkillers with him. He was also surprised that he was getting away this easily, but decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
This time he picked a direction opposite to the way the bear had gone and slowly began to make his way down the path. He froze as the temperature around him suddenly dropped, and a moaning wind blew from out of nowhere. This was the point at which Dean would break out the salt-filled shotgun, and Sam wished his brother was with him. The cold seemed to surround him, and he shivered as he was certain a spirit was nearby.
'Forget it' he thought and ran. He had nothing to fight with, and didn't feel like being possessed or losing his memory. He only made it a short way before he heard pounding movement behind him. Not bothering with trying to climb this time, Sam darted off the path and into the trees, hoping the bear would be too big to follow him. He had no such luck. He crashed out of the trees and into another clearing and fell as the bear struck him from behind. He yelled as he felt teeth sink into his already injured shoulder and desperately rolled, trying to push the animal away. The moaning wind surrounded him and then cold blew past him into the bear. It released its hold on him, jaws dripping. Sam panted, his vision wavering, and thought for a moment he saw a woman's grief stricken face superimposed over that of the bear's. Then a big paw reached out and slammed his head hard into the ground, and he welcomed the blackness, his last conscious thought the hope that his brother would find him in less than a week.
That's it for now, will hopefully get a better chapter up soon. Have a good day :)