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Ok yes! Chapter 2! Thank you to the people I got reviews from, it really motavaites me
So yeah on with my story.
Chapter 2
'What
the HELL was that?' The girl with the cell phone yelled to Dean. Caos
moved throughout the subway car. The two children cried
into their mother, the old man and the muscled man were yelling back
and forth to each other for some unknown reason and clearly.
Dean didn't give a crap.
Sam looked at Dean as he helped Devon off the ground. He looked tired and sluggish. Not like his normal wise cracking, pain in the ass old Dean. People continued to yell and before long, Sam began to get angry.
'Everyone please, just SHUT THE HELL UP!' Sam screamed. And like yelling like a mad man always does, they were all quiet. The old man walked over to Sam and pointed his cane into his chest. Sam easily towered over him by about half a foot but that didn't intimidate the man.
'Young man, if you or your friends here don't tell us what's going on, then we'll all just as easily be killed apparently along with your spiky haired friend.' He said poiting towards Dean.
'He's not going to die!' Sam spat. He paused for several seconds looking around at everyone who looked back at him. He rubbed his forehead with his hand. 'You are definatly going to think we're insane after I tell you this.' he said glancing up.
'Try us.' Said the cell phone girl rather rudely. Too rudely for Deans likeing.
'Okay..fine. That thing there, it was a gargoyle. My names Sam and that's my brother Dean. We hunt things. Like ghostsly type things.'
'Yeah, not Bambi or his little woodland friends kinda hunting.' Dean added quickly. Devon laughed at Deans second comment he had made on explaining the kind of hunting he and his brother did.
'Supernatural things. Such as the gargoyle that just came in here. There are more of them. And they're looking for an offering which is going to be one of us. But not unless we can stop it.'
'So some monster is gunna come in here and take us?' The mother of the two children asked.
'Not if we arm ourselves and hunt them down.' Sam tried to put some hope into the people.
'We're like sitting ducks then.' The muscled man said. 'Waiting to be picked off one by one.'
'No. They only want one. So the rest of us will be fine.' Dean said making everyone uneasy.
'And how go you know it won't be you?' Said the cell phone girl with her hand on her hip. Dean looked up at her. 'Do you have a name other than the most annoying person to be stuck on a subway car with so i can jot it down in my book.' he finished with a smile. 'The names Stacie. And I know I'd watch my back if I were you Dean. You shot it, it's pretty pissed off at you if you ask me.'
'Well
it's a good thing I didn't ask you then right?' Dean leaned up against
the chair and put his hands behind his head. Sam looked at him.
Something wasn't right with Dean.
He looked paler and his eyes were
becoming bloodshot. 'So. anybody else have a name?' Dean asked looking
around. 'Or would you rather keep the names I'm thinking for you my
"book"? 'Cause you're all really important to me.' He finished with his
ever popular smile.
The muscled man spoke up first, 'Uh, my names Rider.'
Sam nodded in a polite way unlike Dean who shrugged him off and went on listening to the next passenger; the mother and her two kids.
'Well this is Toby and Tasha,' said the mother motioning to her children. 'And my names Margret.'
Sam looked at the old man who was still staring at him. 'Name's Harrison Robertson.' Shaking Sams' hand rather roughly. Rider spole up motioning with a nod to the back of the car. 'What about the rat stealing the stuff from your bag? What's his name?'
Devon quickly realized that everyone was watching him as he stuffed what looked like a broken cd player into his sweatshirt.
Dean looked back and was infuriated. 'Little man, I'm getting so sick of you already!' He yelled and got up to leap at him. Sam was already at his side when Dean stumbled and lost his balance almost knocking both himself and Sam onto the floor. 'Man, Dean, are you alright? You look like crap.'
Dean shook his head trying to clear his fogged up vision. 'S-Sam ..?' Dean started to become disorientated. 'Dean? Dean what's wrong?' Sam began to get worried. They had never been up against a gargoyle so he had no clue what would happen to any of them. Even though Dean had no clue either, he would feel much better if Dean was there to help him defend the people in the car with them.
In Dean's mind, he could hear himself screaming for him to stay awake. But it was almost impossible. In addition to him screaming to himself, he could hear other screams as well. Not even screams, screeching! The gargoyles were in his head, driving him crazy! 'Ahhh Sammy!' He yelled pleading for the noise to stop. 'DEAN! DEAN! C'mon man what's going on!' Sam felt utterly helpless. There was nothing to do when he didn't even know what the heck was going on.
Devon looked silently. This was definatly his fault, he thought. If he hadn't gotten Dean so mad- for about the 3rd time- he wouldn't be in his brother's arms screaming in pain.
'Do something, Sam!' Stacie cried. As much as
she began to hate Dean, seeing someone go through this much pain wasn't
normal. 'There's nothing he can do!' Rider yelled back at Stacie.
Rider
also thought the same thing about Dean, although, he never hated him.
He had seen worse people go through less pain then what Dean looked
like he was going through.
Suddenly the screeching in Dean's head
stopped. He let out a sigh of relief and let a laugh come out. He
wasn't dead nor did his head explode into a million pieces. Sam stared
at him blankly. 'D-Dean? You okay'
'Oh man. I thought I was dying.'
Dean chuckled. Everyone let out a sigh of relief. 'You look like you
died, Dean.' Margret said pointing at him lightly.
He really did
look like he had just died. His hair had turned lighter, his eyes were
icyer and bluer and it looked like in a matter of five minutes that he
lost 10 pounds.
'Dean,' Sam began listening to his own voice tremble. 'W-What just happened?'
'I don't know Sammy. But I don't feel right.' Dean tried to explain as Sam and Harrison helped him to his feet. 'And when did you grow 2 feet?' Dean asked perplexly.
'What?'
'I mean, dad said you'd hit your growth spurt by like 16 but I didn't expect it to start when you were 14.' Dean continued.
'14?' Sam asked. Now he was the one perplexed. Why did Dean think he was 14? Was it some kind of joke?
'Dean?' Sam began.
'Yeah Sammy?'
'How old do you think you are?'
'Well I don't have to think, I Know I'm 18. And do you mind telling me where we are anyways?'
To Be Continued ...
Ooooh man. Ok yeah .. so I kind of drabbled on so I don't know how you'll feel about it. But hey, it's my first story just send me some pointers or whatever, I can take it. New chapter probably later today; it's like 12:00 in the AM so yeah you;ll be getting a chapter 3 .. so uhh goo goo & hit the little 'Submit a Review' button. It'll be peachy :)