The Offering

Chapter 6

When Sam came to, he could taste the copper flavor of his blood that must have came from his throbbing nose. He slowly got up and shock his head lightly. Not such a great idea. His focus slowly came into view and he saw everyone huddled towards the end of the car. Harrison was barely breathing but wide awake. A pool of blood lay around him. Sam stumbled over to him and checked his pulse. It was barely there. Harrison looked up to him and smiled. 'It's okay, Sam. You need to go and help your brother.' Sam offered a small sad smile. 'I'm sorry.' Was all Sam could say. Harrison smiled and put his hand on Sams shoulder. 'Go.' he said as he closed his eyes. His hand fell limp off of Sams shoulder.

'Is he..?' Stacie asked softly. Sam nodded and closed his eyes. A spliting headache creeped through his skull and Sam fell onto the floor yet again. 'What the-' He was cut off as he fell into one of his oh so popular visions.

Dean was shackled to a wall and was coming in and out of consciousness. A few gargoyles were huddled near him poking him with hot pockers to keep him away. Finally out came the gargoyle that Dean had shot years before. He came face to face with him and looked right into Deans glossy eyes. Dean started to scream as white smoke started to come out of him and into the gargoyle. It stopped and Deans head fell limp onto his shoulder. The gargoyle grabbed a knife that was handed to him and held it right above Deans heart. Dean looked up and the knife barely startled him. He just held his head back and closed his eyes. Even as the knife was brought down and pierced right through his-

'NO!' Sam screamed. 'No..'

Everyone looked at him with confused expressions. Rider was about to say something when he was interupted by the sound of static. Looking around, they found the noise coming right from the conductors station. Trying to ignore his spliting headache, Sam got up and crawled through the window. It sounded like someone was talking from the radio so Sam picked up the walky-talky and spoke into it. 'H-hello?' he said as everyone else crawled into the little window. The static started up again and he herd someone talking back to Sam.

'Someone there?' Stacie asked leaning in to hear the static. Sam nodded. 'We can't hear you,' Sam began again. 'but something- something's down hear. We need help our car was ripped off the train and were stuck down here. S-someone's dead. Please send help.' Sam finished shakily. Someone was dead. He didn't want to add Dean to the mix. Sam turned to Margeret and placed the walkey-talkey in her hands. 'Keep trying to get help okay? We really need it.' He then turned to Stacie. 'Stay here too.' She nodded silently. Then he looked to Rider. 'You can stay if you want but-' Rider stopped him. 'I'm coming.' Sam smiled. Looking around he knew someone was missing. He stuck his head out the window and saw Devon sitting in a seat. Sam turned around to face them. 'Okay so you guys stay in here, you'll be safe. Rider and Devon will be with me, keep trying for help.' He orderd as he and Rider climbed out the window. Sam walked over to Devon and put a hand on his shoulder as he kneeled down to his height. 'You okay?' He asked. Devon looked at him. 'I'm so sorry.'

'For what?' Sam asked.

'Dean. I shouldn't have left the shot gun there. And now look,' Devon pointed at Harrison. 'He's gone.'

Sam shook his head. 'No, it's not your fault. Gargoyles are unpredictable. Even if you didn't leave the shot gun, Dean would be gone right now and Harrison might still have been...' He trailed off.

'I need your help Devon. Can you help us?' He asked.

Devon nodded. 'Great, now we gotta go now. Dean needs us.'

Sam, Rider, and Devon made their way through the tunnels to their destination quickly and quietly. They went down more tunnels and finally found one tunnel hidden from the others. Noises could be quietly heard as they made their way to the entrance. They all looked through. 'You think this is it?' Devon asked. Sam nodded. 'Gotta be, look.' He said as he pointed down the tunnel and saw half a dozen other train cars all broken down just like they had been. 'Jesus.' Rider said looking at the cars. 'C'mon.' Sam said not flinching at the sight. All that mattered was finding Dean and getting the hell out of there.

They made their way to the entrance of the nest and stood quietly watching what was happening. In the middle of the nest lay a tower that was being lightly guarded by gargoyles. 'We gotta burn that'
Sam said simply looking around the nest. There was Dean sitting chained to the wall just like he had seen it in his vision. His heart sped up and he saw the gargoyle which Dean had shot before on the other side of the room looking at the knife. It was Deans hunting knife. That's what he was going to use to kill Dean, which could happen at any moment.

'So..what do we do?' Devon asked holding the shot gun that Sam had given him closer to him.

Sam closed his eyes to think of a plan. 'I-I have to burn the nest and get Dean. The gargoyoles don't matter because their dead anyways after the who place burns down. Rider and Devon, you get Dean.
You'll be less of a distraction when I try to burn them.' Rider and Devon both nodded. 'Alright.' They both said.

Sam grabbed this shot gun and hauled it over his shoulder and grabbed the gasoline and matches that he had taken from the subway car. 'Go.' Sam whispered and they all crept to their destinations.

Sam quickly climbed up the tower when the gargoyles started fighting with eachother and wasn't seen. Rider and Devon on the other hand were completly helpless when a pack of gargoyles made their way over to them and disarmed them. Sam made it to the top and saw the gargoyle coming over to Dean to finish the sacrifice. He saw the white smoke come of his and the gargoyle grab the knife. Sam began panicing and had no idea what to do. His vision was completly coming true and he wasn't about to loose his brother to anything. So he did the only thing he could think of...

'HEY! OVER HERE!' He yelled as loud as he could, which very much indeed caought the attention of ALL the gargoyles. The one that was about to kill Dean looked at him and snarled. Sams eyes widened and he quickly started dousing the tower in gasoline. The gargoyle grabbed a shot gun and aimed in at Sam who ducked and missed it, but also fell right off the tower.

Sam fell to the floor with a loud thud and groaned. The gasoline began leaking down the tower and Sam reached in his pocket to take out a match. As the gargoyle came over to Sam he stomped on his hand and the match fell out of his hands. Sams jaw tensed in the pain and felt himself being lifted up by the neck as his air supply was quickly taken from him. The gargoyle stood there and screamed in Sams face causing him to shudder slightly. Sam begna to see little black dots in front of his face and he reached into his pocket again and fingured for the match box. He quickly took one out and struck it. Sams eyes began to water and the lack of oxygen was making him feel woosy. The match sucseesfully caught on fire and Sam held it up for the gargoyle to see. He laughed lightly and threw it behind him and listened to the tower catch on fire.

The gargoyle threw Sam up against the tower but let go of him nonetheless to Sams happiness. He sucked in the air and dove away from the fire as his pant leg started to burn. He quickly put it out and ran over to Dean, Rider, and Devon. They all watched as the gargoyles began screaming and running around. Sam grabbed a shot gun and shot at the chain that connected Dean to the wall. He quickly pick up Dean who was still drained from his life and they ran out of the tunnel with one last glance.

The gargoyle who was shot in the head flew over them and landed in front of him. They all stopped and looked at him. It looked as if his hardened skin had melted off and he had no way to defend him self. It screamed at them and Devon took the shot gun and shot him directly where Dean had shot him 11 years before. It stumbled back and fell to the ground screaming until his body started to burn like all the other gargoyles that they had left in the tunnel. Dean finally opened his eyes and his chest heaved as he gasped for breath. Smoke came out of the gargoyle and transferred itself back into Deans body. 'Sammy? What the-?' He began but Sam grabbed his arm and started running for the train car where this all had happened.

They made their way back into the car and stumbled down to the ground when they herd a shot ring out. Sam looked up and saw Stacies head poking out of the window of the conductors station with one of their guns. 'Sam! Dean! Their here!' She yelled as she threw herself and the gun out the window. 'Help is coming! We got them!' She said and ran over to them. Dean got up shakily and pulled at Sams arm for leverage. Well, whatever the hell just happened,' he began. 'I don't think I wanna know.' Sam sighed a breath of relief and they sat in the train until help finally came.

When they were finally above the tunnels, Sam hid the bag of shot guns and weapons in the impalas trunck. They took Dean out on a stretcher much to his unenjoyment for a minor concussion. They wanted to bring him to the hospital to make sure he was okay. 'I already said I was this is unjustly!' He shouted at the EMT who was wheeling him out. Margeret and her kids were sitting in an ambulance along with Rider and Stacie. Sam looked around and saw Devon standing near a body bag. He walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. 'You gunna be okay, Devon?' Sam asked lightly. Devon nodded amd shuddered. 'You did good back there. You saved all of our lives'

Sam squeezed his shoulder lightly. 'I'm sure Harrison would have wanted to go and might not have made it. Don't keep blamming yourself. That's not a way to live.' Devon nodded. 'Thanks, Sam.' Sam smiled. 'Where do you go now'
Devon asked looking at him. 'Well Deans going to the hospital now, but then we just go to help other people like you guys down in the tunnel.' 'I most certainly am NOT going to the hospital Sammy boy.' Dean said walking on over to the two of them. 'We have road to haul. I'm getting the hell outta this place.' And threw the keys to Sam. 'But my head will like it a lot better if you drive. And my baby doesn't need to see me like this.' Sam rolled his eyes.

'See ya.' Devon said with a smile. 'And thanks.' Sam and Dean nodded and turned to walk to the car. 'Ya know, Dean, that kid reminds me a lot of you.' Dean got into the passenger side. 'Really now?' he asked as they settled themselves in the car. Sam nodded. 'Yep.' Dean shook his head. 'Whatever.' They were quiet for a moment and Sam turned to Dean. 'So do you know why you don't remember the gargoyles?' Sam asked wanting to know. 'I mean I don't because I didn't go on the hunt but you-' 'Sam I think I might not remember it for a reason. Now why would I want to relive it?' Dean inturrupted. Sam sighed. 'Never mind.' 'That's right.'

Suddenly there was a knock at the window. Sam rolled it down as he identified the person as Devon. 'Hey.' He said with a smile. 'Okay don't hate me alright?' 'Why?' Sam asked with a slight laugh. Devon went into his jacket and pulled out a journal. Their dad's journal. Sam frowned a little and Dean almost exploded. When Dean went to say something, Sam elbowed him and smiled to Devon. 'I was the right thing to return it. Thanks.' Devon smiled a little. 'I'm sorry.' He said looking at Dean. Sam looked at Dean and raised his eyebrows. 'Alright, it's okay Devon. Thanks for returning it.' Devon smiled and waved as he ran in the other direction. They waved back and Sam looked back at Dean. 'You know what'
Sam said with a smile. 'No,' Dean said. 'And I really don't care too much either.' 'He doesn't remind me of you at all. He says 'sorry' can you believe it?' Sam laughed and started the car. The music turned on blasting Metallica out of the speakers.
Sam quickly turned it off and looked at Dean wide eyed. 'Sorry.' Dean mimicked with a smirk.

'Jerk.' Sam said simply driving off as the sun began to rise.

'Bitch.' Dean retorted.

The End.

Oh my gosh! I'm so happy! I finally finished! When I come back in like 2 weeks, I'm definatly going to start a new story! This was awsome. I loved the reviews and everything! Thank you so much to the people that did review. It meant a lot being my first story and all. Well keep on reviewing and tell me how you liked the story please. Any idea for my next one? Hmm I have to think.

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