Disclaimer: Still not owning either one of them ..
Chapter 3
'He's joking right?' Devon said pointing at Dean. 'Please tell me he's joking.' Dean looked right at Devon and grinned. 'Who are you?' He asked Devon walking right up to him so that they were face to face. 'D-Devon. You already met me.'
'Really?'
Devon nodded.
'Oookay. Sam is this a joke or something?' Dean asked looking in Sam's direction who ran his hands through his hair. 'Dean, we're hunting a gargoyle. What do you know about them?' Sam had no time to explain anything to Dean. It was tell the whole long story, or not have your brother and the subway passengers eaten by the gargoyles.
'Gargoyles? Uhh well, they don't come up from their tunnels or where ever they nest, they wait for their prey to come to them. Dad said that they need an offering-'
'Right, we know all this stuff already. YOU told us.' Stacie spoke up. Dean and Sam both looked at her with snarled expressions. 'They need an offering or their doomed for a decade or whatever. Sometimes more than one if they need-'
'What!' Margret cried holding her children closer to her. 'I thought you said only one Sam?'
Dean turned around to calm her down. 'I'm not sayin' it's gunna happen. I mean, we might not even be in trouble.'
'No, no.' Stacie said almost laughing. 'We're in trouble. If you don't remember, you just shot one right out of this car.'
Dean raised his eyebrows. He was so confused right now, he just found out that they were going to be offered to some "higher calling" to the gargoyles and that he had just shot one of the bounty hunters. 'Sammy, can I talk to you for a minute?' He called out to Sam as he grabbed his arm and pulled him to the farthest corner from everybody. 'So they no that someone's going to be infected right?' Dean asked quietly. 'What?' Sam asked. 'Yeah, they pick the person they want and start to drain them of their life. Dad told us Sammy, why do you always forget.'
'Well Dean, you're the one forgetting your age and before, you didn't even know how to deal with a gargoyle. Now how the hell do you all of a sudden remember all this stuff dad told you.'
Then it dawned on him. Dean was the "chosen one." The one who was getting the life drained out of him. The one who Sam couldn't live without. Dean rolled his eyes, 'Sammy you wanna stop acting so weird? I have no clue what your talking abo- AHH!' Dean fell to his knees hearing a loud screeching noise as he had herd not so long ago. 'Dean!' Sam yelled alsp falling down trying to catch Dean. Everyone turned and looked towards Dean and Sam. Rider and Harrison ran over to help Sam control Dean who was now flipping around like a fish out of water. 'What's going on!' Rider tried to yell over the already screaming Dean. But Dean couldn't hear any of their shouting. All he could hear was the annoying, ear-splitting sound of the gargoyles shreeking.
Darkness was overwhelming him by the second. And Dean didn't really care. He knew he should fight it and help Sammy, but what good was he to him if this kept happening. Slowly, he slipped into the darkness which he felt welcomed him with open arms. Sam cried out and held Dean in a hug. He had stopped screaming and suddenly went limp in Sams arms. 'No. No, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening!'
Sam closed his eyes and thought for a while. There
was nothing that he could do. Dean- the younger Dean- knew how to
defeat the gargoyles. And he had passed out before he could tell him
what to do.
He opened his eyes quickly when he felt a soft hand on
his shoulder. Looking up he saw Margret with a sympathetic look on his
face. 'Let's lie him down, Sam.' Sam took a deep breath and nodded.
Soon, Dean was
lying on a bed of jackets and a pillow made from Devons backpack.
Devon got up from sitting next to Dean and walked over to Sam who was sitting next to the window that had been shattered by the gargoyle with a shot gun. Devon felt bad for Sam. He understood that Dean was probably the only person Sam had and if anything happened to him, he would be devastated. Devon grabbed a shot gun and sat next to Sam. 'You alright?' Devon asked Sam. Sam nodded. 'Yeah. After this little train ride, I'll be great.' Devon smiled. 'We'll be ok.' He said trying to assure Sam. 'I hope so.' Sam replied back.
They sat talking in whispers as everyone on the train did. No one noticed, or even herd the pack of gargoyles looking through and crawling on the car waiting to gather their bounty.
To Be Continued...
I don't like this chapter at all. But I wanted to give you something. Review. Laugh. Whatever