Rain
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Summary: Kittatinny Ridge has been quiet for almost 130 years, after a devastating murder of over 14 travelers but a crazy innkeeper. But he has come back, and this time it is deeper than just a rogue spirit. Can Sam and Dean figure out what is going on?
A/n: Okay… after completely changing where I was going with my last chapter, I had to do some reevaluation of what exactly I wanted to have happen to Dean. So… bear with me as I fight through this chapter that I loved in my mind, then totally changed with the ending to the last chapter.
Sorry it took so long for me to update. Musical has taken over my life, and it will probably be at least two weeks until I update again courtesy of "How to Succeed In Business Without Really Trying!" Thank the amazing movie Armageddon for making me wanna update… I love this movie!
Set After: Shadow
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to… the WB… CW… whatever it goes by now… but I am putting my own spin on the ghost story.
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"Hearing Voices"
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The softly sweet aroma of mildewy walls was the first thing that hit Dean Winchester as his mind slowly crept back into consciousness. The next thing that hit him was the fact that wherever he was, it was wet. Warm and wet.
His eyes tried to open, but Dean quickly realized that his eyes were refusing to open. No matter how hard he tried to will them open, they just wouldn't open.
But Dean Winchester wouldn't give up. A cough began slowly trying to work its through Dean. And it burned. It was as if his entire body was on fire as the cough escaped his mouth, causing a cutting sensation to rip through his throat. The coughing itself hurt more than the discomfort that he felt keeping it inside, but now that he had started coughing, he found it extremely difficult to stop.
Where the hell was he?
He forced himself to breathe normally, in an attempt to suppress the coughs that were biting at his throat. The air not only smells of the mildewy walls, but Dean was almost certain he could taste them too, not that he knew what mildewy walls tasted like.
Once he finally got his breathing under control, Dean let his muscles relax, not even realizing before that his muscles had been completely tensed.
A few more deep breaths and Dean Winchester would have sworn he was back to normal. As normal as a person could get in a room where he for some reason couldn't move and smelled like shit.
"Done?"a voice asked him. Dean tensed up once again. That wasn't a friendly voice. Obviously he had been stupid enough to let himself get kidnapped by the thing that "wasn't" haunting the house. Dean tried to move his hands up to rub his eyes, force his eyelids to open so he could see whatever the hell this thing was.
"There is no bother trying to move," the voice said again. "Your eyes will open when your body is ready."
Body is ready? What the hell was that supposed to mean? As much as Dean didn't want to admit it, he was just a bit terrified. Just a little bit. His body refused to allow him to move, his eyes wouldn't open, and there was obviously some angry ass spirit that wanted his blood, or else he wouldn't be down here in the first place.
He took another deep breath, allowing the mildew to fill his lungs.
"Just relax son…" the voice said as Dean felt himself slowly drifting off. He tried to fight it, but he couldn't.
"Relax…"
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Dean's eyes slowly opened and the mildew smell was the first thing to hit him, bringing the few memories of what had happened not too long ago back to him.
He coughed until he realized that his eyes were open, and the room was coming into focus. He could feel the dampness of wall, something he couldn't feel before, and he could see it too. The glistening of the wall in the moonlight made it obvious that it was night time.
Eyes adjusting quickly, he realized that he was still in the basement, it was a brick basement. He sighed, trying to force himself up, he fell back to the ground, obviously he hadn't moved in a while, his muscles were numb.
"Take your time son…" It was the voice again. Dean's head shot around, trying to find where the voice had come from. He saw nothing.
"Whatever the hell you are… show yourself!" he shouted angrily, his voice echoing slightly. His voice was still scratch, his throat sore.
Dean didn't get a response. "Hello?" he shouted.
Still nothing. Dean let himself relax slightly before forcing his body to stand up.
"There we go…" the voice said.
"Where… what the fuck are you?" Dean shouted, his voice failing slightly. His throat was so sore.
"I wouldn't recommend shouting. It'll only make things worse…"
Dean looked around quickly, making himself slightly dizzy.
"Where the hell's Sammy?" he asked, realizing that shouting wasn't the best idea.
"Sammy?"
"My brother you asshole!"
"Oh… I didn't know there were two of you…" The voice actually sounded a bit sympathetic towards Dean.
Dean almost fell to the ground. Where was Sam? Now he was worried. And exhausted. But that didn't matter. No. He stormed up the steps that he had fallen down not too long ago and burst through the door.
"Relax son…"
Dean continued running out of the house. It was night time, but he could still make out a form in the dried dirt. Maybe he was just going slightly insane, but it looked just about the size of Sam.
He looked around frantically, trying to find the Impala. It was nowhere to be found. "Son of a bitch!"
"Relax…"
Okay. Dean was sick and tired of being told to relax. How the hell was he supposed to relax, he didn't know where his brother was, the Impala was missing, and some deranged spirit was telling him to relax.
"Your horseless carriage is fine…"
Now the thing was reading his mind, and he still had no idea where it was. Dean reached deep down into his jean pocket and was shocked to find the keys still in his pocket.
"Where the hell is my car?"
Before Dean could get a response he blacked out.
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"Wakey wakey…" the voice said tauntingly as Dean finally came to, sitting behind the wheel of his Impala. How the hell had he gotten here?
It confused him more than anything else. But that didn't matter, he turned the keys in the ignition and the car started beautifully. He didn't say anything as he pulled out of the parking spot hidden in the trees.
Damn them trees. They all looked exactly the same.
With that, Dean accelerated down the road. There were no other drivers on the road. He kept speeding up.
"Will you slow down?" the voice shouted. What, now the thing was following him? What the hell?
"Will you tell me where the fuck my brother is!"
"Watch your language! I do not know where your brother is. I am sorry!"
Suddenly, Dean slammed on the breaks. He could have sworn he saw something… somebody. He was pretty sure he hadn't hit them… it.
He pulled out of the car and walked out in front of it, lights still on, trying to figure out what had happened. The figured had fallen to the ground out of fear, hands covering his face.
Dean didn't need another second to realize who it was before scooping him up in his arms.
"Sammy…"
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A/n: Yeah, total change of direction from where I originally planned things on going, but hey… impulsive writing normally turns out the best. And not to y'all I really didn't like Chapter 4, but it was one of those things that just had to be written…
Muchas gracias para mi reviewers: Xdaisy chainX, ashlyns, Ghostwriter, Alyssa Halliwell, and pmsdevil01
