Chapter Seven
Sammy stood, but it was no longer him. The leaper had invaded his very core, and had taken over. It had found what it had been searching for more than 100 years. A growling laughter burst forth from Sammy and filled the room, echoing a hundred times over. Sam's hand shot to Dean's bed and lifted it into the air. He held it there a moment then spun it around three times, then flung it across the room. He laughed again.
"Finally, I am free!" a gravelly voice spoke the four words.
As he began to lift the other bed, Dean's eyes fluttered.
"Not yet, you bastard!" Dean sat up, leaning to the left. He placed a hand on his head. Second time today.
"NOOOOOOO!" The jumper screamed loudly, and then a flash illuminated the room. Sam fell to the floor, shaking violently. Unearthly sounds flowed from his mouth and his hands thrust forward, grabbing at air. Dean's eyes grew wide with shock as a figure began to pull itself away from Sammy. Slowly long fingers slid from his hands, clawing at the carpet, tearing under its nails. Next thin grey arms slid easily out followed by the head. Coarse black hairs sprouted over an abnormally large cranium. It was pale and wan. It lifted its eyes to look at Dean, and they were ten times as terrifying. Finally came the abdomen and legs. It stood, and was taller than Dean by a foot.
Dean looked up at this creature before him and so many thoughts raced through his mind. Though, the one that kept passing through was simply: We are so . . .
The jumper glared at Dean, but turned his focus to Sammy. Without touching him, he lifted him up against the wall. Sammy struggled to breathe. The creature had an invisible hand on his throat.
"I finally find what I have spent more than a hundred years searching for; and in only five minutes you manage to foul it up! You imbeciles! I needed you, your talent, your gift!" He tightened his grip, and Sammy's face began to pale.
"Let go of my brother you sick f . . ."
With his other hand, the leaper sent Dean sailing into the front door, face first. Blood poured from his now broken nose. He slid down the door, cursing in pain.
"I did not come all this way for you two to interfere with my plan. I will get what I have come for, and you can count on that." He took his left hand, and thrust it back into Sammy's stomach. He screamed in pain as the darkness began to overpower him again. The jumper pushed his head into Sam's chest, making him scream louder, then pass out.
Dean stood, ignoring the blood that was flowing down his chin. He grabbed the shot gun from its bag, and let off a shot. The leaper howled, and pulled his head from Sammy's chest. He shot a look of fury at Dean.
"You cannot kill me. I am immortal!"
"Not in my world bitch!" Dean aimed the gun directly at the leapers face and pulled the trigger. Its head exploded in a bright flash, its body falling to the carpet in a dead heap. Sammy slid to the ground, breathing hard, colour returning to his face.
Sam coughed lightly "What, what the hell took you so long?"