A/N
Okay, so I know some of the other chapters recently have been short, and this one's pretty short too, but remember this is my first fanfic, so bear with me. Also, I've been waiting to write this part of the story, because well, you'll see. But anyways, I hope you enjoy, and I'm trying to keep them coming until I finish the story. Also, I'm thinking about sequels, but we'll see I haven't really gotten any ideas yet. If anyone of you gets an idea, tell me I'd LOVE to hear them!
Chapter Ten
"Fuck," was all Dean could manage to say. He looked around him, if the thing wasn't in this bathroom, or in this cabin, he had surely lost it. But he couldn't give up just yet, he had to find Sam. He started making his way out the cabin and towards the trees, heading into the woods clueless of where he was going.
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Dean had always been there in the moments that Sam had needed him, but something told Sam that this was not one of those times. If he had initially been the one in danger, he might've thought so, but something was telling Sam that he had to find Dean, and fast. Sam assumed that Dean had had this same feeling when he had run in and pulled Sam out of the fire that had engulfed Jessica, and now he knew just how Dean had known to come back.
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Dean walked down the dirt road. It wasn't that he didn't want to go head on completely into the woods, it was just, he didn't know the place and he was far from being prepared. Right now, he had a shotgun filled with rock salt, and he wasn't sure that was going to do it. He was walking down the road, when he saw something just ahead of him. Figuring it was the 'man', Dean ducked behind the nearest tree. He inched his way towards the figure ahead of him, making his way quietly through the trees just next to the road. He couldn't be seen. Dean was slightly prepared you could say. Knowing the 'man' was just in front of him gave him the upper hand, but just having rock salt might serve as its own problem. Not wanting to take any chances, Dean lifted his gun up, put his target in the center, never really looking at it, and shot.
When all Dean heard was a clunk, he was surprised. Getting up from behind his tree, Dean made his way to the figure ahead of him.
"Shit," Dean had not expected this. His shock finally wore off as he realized that he had in fact shot at his car. "So bitch, you hid my car in the woods? I bet you didn't think I would find it!"
Finally something had gone right, and although he was mad at himself for shooting his car, there was only one thing he needed before he left this place.
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Maybe it was the fact that the 'movie' had stopped playing. Or maybe it was that the ballroom music which had greeted Sam had started up again. That's when Sam had known that Dean had indeed found his dearly beloved impala. Sam had never in his life been more excited about Dean seeing that damned impala.
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He hadn't really thought about it. Seeing his dear car had distracted him. To say he was surprised when he heard the bushes rustling near by was an understatement. But what shocked him even more was the voice he heard coming from that direction.
"Dean? Dean, where are you?"
"Sammy?"
"It's Sam," if someone told Dean that one day he'd hear Sam say that and never be happier in his life, Dean would've thought they were lying, but now Dean knew it was true.
"Damnit Sam, where the fuck were you? Are you okay?" Dean asked as he scanned Sam with his eyes for any injuries.
"I don't know where I was, I'm fine though. But what happened? And where are we now?"
"Let's see, where do I start? The bitch, yeah apparently we helped her family like when you were seven and she like fell in love with me. I obviously never noticed her, and apparently that just ruined her life, so she decided to ruin my life. Quite fascinating if you catch my drift."
"Okay great Dean, but where is she now?"
"She's kind of tied up in a closet in the house right now, I got occupied."
"With…?"
"Oh some kind of demon or something, I don't know. He ran up from the house, and I followed him. I just found my car, and then boom here we are."
"What about the other girl, Chelsea?"
"I don't know she took off with the six-wheeler a while ago. I bet she's off in civilization as far away from this fucking hell as she could get."
"And that's all you found out?"
"Well I'm guessing it's more than you."
"Man it was weird, I was like nowhere. I woke up standing, and it was white. Everything was white. I didn't move the whole time, but when I woke up there was ballroom music and something was talking. I don't remember what it said, some crap about home, and then it stopped. After that, well my cell phone rang and I saw it. It was a little ways off though and I didn't know if I could get it. I'm assuming that was you by the way. And then, after thinking and talking to myself for a while, everything turned into a movie. It was like all around me was a screen, except for where my two feet where. I was watching all this shit that happened. You know like my first hunt-"
"Haha, that was classic!"
"Dean…"
"Right yeah, what else?"
"Well the thing just told me that if I wouldn't go home, it'd take me or something like that. And then after a while of watching old stuff it all stopped. The ballroom music just started again, and then I guess I fell asleep. Just woke up over there in those bushes, and that's when I found you."
"Or more like I found you."
"Whatever floats your boat," Sam finished.
"Okay let's get out of here and leave this place in the dust."
"Um Dean, we kind of have to find this thing and finish it off."
"Tell me why again?"
"Because, when the people go home they always end up dying. So unless we find it and kill it, I'm going to die."
"Alright so, what do we know?" Dean was ready to get this done with and leave. From what Dean could tell Sam looked to be in the same state.
"Well we know this girl knows us right?"
"Sure, we know that the bitch planned this. We know that she knew us, and we know I ruined her life apparently. We also know she was planning on killing you, just to show the effect to me. We know that there's some kind of demon or something involved, I saw it. I ran after it, that's how I got here. The weird thing is it ran."
"Right, that is weird. What'd it look like? I mean did you even see it?"
"Yeah, it definitely talked to me too. All it said though was 'impressive' and something about you being wherever I wanted you to be. But it looked like a man, just a normal man. It took me a second to realize it wasn't a man."
"Can you tell me anything else?"
"Um, I don't know. It was wearing all black, I remember that. Yeah, its eye's were definitely red too. They were like blazing red. It was kind of pale white too, like some bitch that had been spending the last four winters and summers locked in a dark house."
"Well, we know what it looks like. We know its motives, and we know we don't have that much time. Now all we got to do is kill it…"
