Author's Note: Here it is, the second chapter! By the way, I have a pretty ideal cast for the story (I usually cast what I write in my little brain anyway), and I totally forgot to say it at the end of the first chapter :p Anyway, I always imagined officer Michael Bennett as Wentworth Miller (TV's Prison Break), on account that he's a beautiful manJ His sister Cindy, I casted as Stacy Keibler (WWE, Dancing with the Stars), pretty much because she's a beautiful womanJ Well, without further adieu, here it is…!
Previously on…
Supernatural…
Two brothers on a long journey, DEAN and SAM WINCHESTER, united not only by blood, but by the burning desire for vengeance. Vengeance for their mother who was brutally slain by a demon more than a decade ago. The very same demon who struck once more by killing on Sam's love JESSICA. Now, trained in combat and with wide knowledge of the mystic arts, the two travel the country, hunting the creatures of malice and darkness, hoping to one day come across the monstrosity that set them on their path in the first place…
Silent Hill…
A small resort town in Northern part of the country, SILENT HILL fell victim to a tragedy that literally turned it into a ghost town not soon after. Over the years, people who have lost their way stumble into this town. They never return.
The brothers, on their way to tracking down their father, come across news of a bevy of disappearances across the country, all of which point to one commonality. They were all last seen near the deserted town of Silent Hill. Surely enough, the two decide to investigate. As they drive down a winding road, a horrible nightmare causes Sam to lash out violently, nearly causing them to crash on an eighteen-wheeler. They barely missed. But then, they had the problem of uncontrollably swerving through the railings. Thankfully, Dean managed to regain control just in time, but not without damage to the beautiful Impala, and from what Sam saw, running over a beautiful young woman.
Dean however, doesn't see this, and decides to drive to Brahms, the town nearest to Silent Hill, in order to get information. By the time they get there however, Sam has grown unexplainably ill. That's why he gets left inside the motel while Dean sets out to do the job, to which end he met a beautiful waitress, CINDY BENNETT, and her older brother MICHAEL. It is them who inadvertently confirm Dean's suspicions about Silent Hill. But as they discuss the strange town, the troubled Sam finds himself coaxed into suicide, by none other than his dead girlfriend Jessica…
Chapter 2: "The First Night"
"How do I even eat this?" Sam asked with a stupefied grin, as he held a small, live octopus up in the air with his chopsticks. It was already a quarter before ten in the evening, and they were the only ones in the block still eating out. Which was perfect.
"You put it into your mouth then you chew, genius." Jessica slyly retorted, watching as her suitor struggled with the exotic dish. It took all her restraint to just laugh out loud, especially as the 'food' kept on trying to escape Sam's mouth. The chef looked at them from behind the counter, shook his head and then chuckled to himself.
"…thish ish haaard…" Sam struggled to exclaim, giving up and slowly dropping the food on his palm. Jessica shook her head. "Give me that, you wimp." she then ordered, leaning across the small table and grabbing the small creature from Sam's hand with her chopsticks. In an instant, she whipped her head back, and dropped the poor thing into her mouth. "…whoa." muttered a wide-eyed Sam. "You're amazing."
"I know." Jessica responded in between chewing.
"By the way, aren't we in a Chinese restaurant? Because you know, octopus is totally Korean…"
"And so are canned babies from what I heard..." replied Jessica, before she took another small sip from her iced tea. "I don't want to eat babies." she then remarked. Sam grinned. "But you just ate a baby octopus." Sam protested with a sheepish grin.
"It wasn't a baby octopus, it was an old, pedophile-rapist, drug-pushing octopus. And in octopus land, the criminals that are caught get thrown into these Chinese restaurants where they inevitably receive the death penalty - - which is to get eaten by us."
"So… you're…what, an intricate part of octopus land's legal system?" Sam asked. Jessica nodded. Three seconds later, both of them began to laugh.
"Here you go kids…" interrupted the chef, placing a small plate with a fortune cookie on the table. "…on the house."
"Thanks Dan." Sam quickly declared. Jessica followed suit. "Oh, he put the cookie on my side of the table. I own it now." she then stated with mock glee. Sam just smiled and nodded. "Open it."
"…" Jessica raised her eyebrows at Sam, before turning her attention to the fortune cookie in her hands. "Okay…" she cracked it in two, and immediately raised the small slip of paper to the level of her eyes. "…let's see…" Sam watched her as she fell silent. And for him, that one moment of silence stretched into an eternity. It was a wait that was well worth the smile that slowly stretched across Jessica's face, and consequently, that crept up on Sam's too. "So? What do you think?" he asked her in a soft voice. Jessica looked him in the eye and placed a hand on top of his. "I think it's about damn time."
"I knew you were smart…" Sam jokingly retorted, his voice trailing into the distance as he leaned forward. Jessica did the same. And for the first time, their lips met. And it was wonderful. All thanks to one small note inside a fortune cookie - - 'Jess, I love you. Be my girlfriend?'. From that day on, Sam knew that he wouldn't ask for anything else.
"I love you too…" her words echoed in his mind. Haunting him, taunting him. The words of the woman who he allowed to die. Maybe now, with his feet kicking helplessly in the air, and all the blood and oxygen getting severed from his brain, he could ask her forgiveness. Perhaps if he showed her mow much he still loved her, then he would no longer feel shame. "I love you too…"
Dean scratched his forehead as he shambled his way back to the motel room. He checked his watch. It was already a quarter past twelve. Which meant that Sam must already be looking to grab something to eat. Good thing Dean ordered another meal 'to go' before he left the diner. It was a burger. And it smelled so good that Dean promised to hurry back before he was tempted to eat it himself. Now, with the room in his view, it looked like he was going to make good with that promise. With a loud sigh, Dean took the room key out of his pocket, and stuck it into the steel doorknob. He then tilted his head and frowned, as it was only then that he noticed the small patches of rust on the handle. He'll just have to think about it later.
"…what the…?" Dean furrowed his brows. "…hell?" it was the key. It wouldn't turn. No matter how hard he twisted it, it just wouldn't turn. Dean looked up to the room number. 302. It was the right room, the only difference being he could hear a small static noise coming from inside. "Sam? Sam, it's me, open up!" he then shouted, growing a little worried at the oddity of the situation. "Sam?" Still no answer. He began to pound on the door, just to be sure that his brother didn't just fall asleep. "Sam!" Dean pulled the key out and then made his way to the room's window pane. The closed curtains made it impossible for him to see inside. But even from there, he could still tell that the lights were still on.
"Sammy?" Something was wrong. Dean cursed under his breath, and returned to the locked door. He took a step back, held his breath, and then lunged forward with a strong kick. Strong enough to tear the lock right off of its hinges. The door swung open, and Dean didn't spare a second charging inside. The image that met him however, stopped him right in his tracks.
It was Sam. And he wasn't moving. His limp body was swaying in the air like a rag doll tied to a noose. Lifeless. "No, no…" Dean's heart stopped. "No, no…" pulling himself together, Dean ran to his brother's side, and wrapped his arms around Sam's waist. He wasn't breathing. "Come on!" he screamed, as he began to push the body upward in order to relieve the tension on the neck. Hopefully, it's enough to allow for a small amount of circulation to occur. "Come on!" with one arm still around Sam's waist, Dean then reached up to the noose that was locked his brother in place. "Come on!" he fumbled with the knot, but it was no use. He couldn't untie it with just one hand. It was too tight. "Just hang in there Sammy…" he muttered through gritted teeth, as he used his free hand to pull out a small switch-knife from his back pocket.
"You're not going to die…" Dean reassured him, as he quickly began to cut at the noose, careful not to hit Sam's neck in the process. The static grew louder. "You're not…!" He continued to cut. And cut, and cut, until finally, he heard a snap. And then Sam's body crashed right down.
"Sammy!" Dean screamed again, as loud as his lungs would let him. He quickly pulled the remaining fabric from his brother's neck, and angrily threw it to the side. "Sammy, wake up!" Dean cradled his brother, his own eyes beginning to water as his plea fell on deaf ears. "Please…"
The truth was, even with all he has seen and lived through, Dean never was a religious man. If he had a problem, he'd handle it. Letting somebody do something you know you could do never did make sense to him. Leaving something up a high power when it was in your own power to achieve it, just felt wrong. "Please…" But now, faced with what he feared the most, with something that he knew, was clearly out of his limits as a normal man, all he could do was pray. And for the first time in a long time, he felt his heart and soul speak with him. "…let him stay…"
A stirring cough answered his prayer. You could barely hear it. But for Dean, it was louder than thunder. Without another word, he pulled his brother into a tight embrace. Sam held his breath, finally realizing what he had just done. And what almost would have happened. "Dean…"
"Don't you ever!" snapped his older brother through clenched teeth, still not letting go of the firm embrace. He was crying. Both of them were. "You dumbass…you…stupid…moron…don't ever do that again…you hear me?"
Sam nodded, the expression on his face that of a pained one. He couldn't hear the static any longer. At that moment, the only thing he could head was his brother fighting back the tears. "God…Sammy…don't you ever do that again…"
Thirty-three minutes later, Sam found himself sitting on the edge of bed, the one farther from the door, watching his brother talk to an old man fixing the broken lock. His throat was still sore, but upon considering the alternative, he was lucky with what he got away with. Talking only made it worse. There was a glass of water in his hand. It was something he found himself staring at just to avoid his brother's occasional concerned glance. A glance that had so many questions buried underneath.
"Have to say, son…" the old man remarked as he replaced the lock. "…whoever kicked your door down must have been really strong. These locks are brand new. It's the only thing in this old place that won't fall apart…"
"Yeah…" Dean responded with a brazen expression. "I'm just glad that nothing was stolen…and no one got hurt…"
"Did you file a report? It's not everyday that criminals barge into motel rooms."
"Uh…well, there really wasn't any harm done, so…maybe we'll just let it slide."
"It's your call." the old man then remarked, just as he finished screwing in the last bolt. "It's really none of my business anyway, so I'll leave it as is."
"Thanks." Dean answered as he pulled out his wallet. "How much do I owe you?"
"It's already covered." replied the old man. Sam looked up.
"Seriously man, how much?" Dean continued, his curiosity once again peaking. The old man didn't give another answer, simply opting to just pack his tools and leave. "…okay…thanks."
"Maybe he just really likes fixing locks." Sam suggested in a hoarse voice.
"Yeah…" responded Dean while he pushed the door to a close. "So…"
"…so…?"
"So you want to talk about it, Sammy?"
"…no."
"Okay." Dean replied, gracious enough to give his brother some room to breathe. He knew that he won't get anywhere with his brother if he wasn't let in. "By the way…Sammy, how much do you weigh?" he then asked, earning him a quizzical look from his little brother. "Uh…one-seventy, one-eighty? Why?"
"Well…" Dean pointed up to the ceiling fan. "…it's impossible for that rickety-old fan to hold your weight without tearing itself right out of the ceiling."
"…maybe it's stronger than it looks…" Sam rebutted with a shrug, though he himself doubted the weight of such an argument.
"Or maybe we're already knee-deep in some really scary shit. We just don't know it yet."
Cindy let out a soft yawn. Not so much from being tired, but simply from being bored. She had just gotten off of work, wearing a brown coat to cover the waitress uniform that she had already grown extremely sick of wearing. She craved for more than the dull stability of a life handed to her. For something other than the daily short walk around the block to the apartment that her brother got for her. She never expected to get her wish. Without warning, a strong hand grabbed her on the shoulder from behind, forcing her to turn around. It was her brother. "Michael? What on Earth are you - -"
"You talked to him, didn't you? The guy in the diner?" he immediately accused, not even allowing his sister to finish her sentence.
"Why officer, is it illegal?" Cindy sarcastically retorted, pushing her brother's hand off of her shoulder. "Are you going to arrest me?"
"What did you tell him, Cindy?" Michael asked, ignoring his sister's attitude. It was something he was fairly accustomed to.
"…I told him what you wouldn't tell him. That the reason the roads to Silent Hill are all closed isn't just because of some Government ordinance, it's because half of the people who go there never come back!"
"Cindy, god, why do you have to tell that to every backtracker you come across?"
"Because the more you hide the truth, the more these people are going to want to learn it! Look, I told him that the fires from ten years ago made Silent Hill a structural hazard. That the people who don't come back get into accidents or whatnot. At least then, since they already know what happened there, their curiosity won't give them any stupid ideas…"
"Cindy…guy like that, the way he talked, how he carried himself, it tells you things, you know? It tells you that he's the type of guy who looks for trouble - -"
"Oh stop it with the FBI profiling crap. It looks cool on TV but when you say it, it just sounds lame."
"Okay, he's just like the last thirty-three people who mysteriously disappeared, how does that sound?"
"It sounds totally paranoid. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm tired, and I need to get some rest."
And without so much as waiting for a reply, Cindy turned around, and began to walk away. Michael called her name once more, but proved to be a waste of energy as his sister completely ignored him. He slapped his forehead, and then slid his hand down his face in aggravation. "…bloody hell…"
With an exasperated sigh, he then grabbed his mobile phone from his pocket, and went to auto-dial. It only took three rings before the person on the other line could answer. "Hey… Sarah, yeah…sorry, but…can we maybe… cancel tonight? It looks like I may have to go on patrol after all…"
It didn't take long before evening fell on the town Brahms. And thanks to a heavy blanket of clouds, there was nary a star in sight, which meant that Sam and Dean had a lot of shadows to hide themselves in as they trekked through the old forest path that led to Silent Hill. "A fire? That's what she told you?" silently asked Sam as he led the way.
"Yeah. Said that before the fire, it was one hell of a resort town. It got burned down some time ago, but they were never able to fully repair all the damage. A lot of accidents happened, so poof, people started leaving. Before you know it, government orders that the entire town be sealed off until further notice." responded Dean. "Too bad we never got to visit, huh?"
"…well, here's our chance." Sam dryly retorted, pushing his way across some thick bushes. "By the way, what makes you think that what happened to those missing people really were just accidents?"
"Because people don't go missing from falling down an open manhole, Sammy."
"I see your point." Sam casually replied, before idly scratching his sore neck. He quickly stopped himself in hopes that his brother wouldn't notice.
"Still sore?" asked Dean, knowing full well his brother's actions even without turning to look at him. Sam shook his head. "It's nothing, Dean."
"You know, honestly, I never expected you to be the 'hang yourself' kind of guy. Listen to too much 'Linkin Park'?
"Okay. Okay, so maybe we can start with what you do know about me?" Sam asked, raising his voice. "I mean, if you're so good, maybe you can tell me what happened to my life all those years that you and dad were gone?"
"…you walked out Sam." Dean rebutted, still keeping his cool. "Not me, not dad, you. I'm just thinking that whatever it is we may be dealing with here… maybe it could crank up our emotions, you know? Make you do things you normally wouldn't do…"
"What? Like an empath or a - -" Sam cut himself off, and stared past his brother. Something in a short distance caught his attention. A small flicker of white, that quickly grew larger as it turned to their direction. It was a flashlight, from a patrolman who was roving the perimeter. Sam immediately ducked behind a nearby try, prompting Dean to instinctively find cover as well. He opted to drop behind a fallen log, right in to avoid detection as the light flashed by. Close call.
The brothers pressed their backs against whatever was against them, straining to hear the patrolman's footsteps over the howling of the wind. If they were caught sneaking around, then they knew that they were going to have to turn back, or face being arrested on trespassing charges. Which meant that they were either going to have to lose a few bucks and a couple of lines of sweet talk, or that they were going to get their fists bloodied. Sam shot his brother a nervous glance, as the footsteps grew louder. Nearer.
"See anything Phil?" asked another patrolman, coming in from behind the first one.
"Thought I heard something…" came the obvious response.
"All the more reason to start moving. You know that this place plays tricks on us."
"You don't have to remind me, Steve." Phil answered, pointing his flashlight to his new partner. "I already lost two partners to this crazy neck of the woods. They were good men. You don't wanna' hear what happened to them. So I know better that anyone just how- -"
A sharp, static noise suddenly cut the patrolman off. Sam muffled a gasp. It was coming from their walkie-talkies. "My God…" muttered Steve, pulling the device from his belt and holding it up to his face. "It's real…the stories…"
"That means we're done here." Phil answered. "Turn it off. Let's go."
"But what about the perimeter…?" Steve protested, though it was clear in his voice that he would want nothing else than to leave as soon as possible. Behind the trees, Sam was beginning to rub his temples. Dean was quick to notice that his brother was in clear discomfort. Unfortunately, with the two patrolman still standing by, there was nothing he could do to help him. All he could do was watch as his tortured brother desperately held back the urge to scream.
"Whoever wants to pass can pass, it's not like we're legally obligated to stop people from getting themselves killed." Phil calmly stated, still unaware that the brothers were just three feet away from where he and his partner stood. "Now come on." he ordered once more. Sam was already on his knees.
"Okay, okay…" Steve then complied, finally turning off the walkie-talkie in his hand, and relieving them al of the disturbing sound. "But I'm not taking this thing home." he soon remarked, quickly throwing the small device to the ground. Phil shook his head, and walked past his partner. "…wimp."
Steve shrugged and followed his partner back to their jeep, finally giving the two brothers room to breathe. "You okay?" Dean immediately asked in a hushed voice, his concern showing through wide eyes. He could already tell that with the static now gone; his brother was also already regaining his strength. But still, he needed to make sure. "Sammy?"
"I'm fine." Sam answered after a moment's silence, a statement that he repeated since his first utterance was barely audible. "It's the static. It's what I heard back in…"
"The room. Yeah. Which means that whatever got you back there, and what we're looking for here… may just be one and the same." Dean took a step ahead of Sam. "You ready?" he then asked. A question which he knew that his brother would open to interpretation. Sam pressed his hand against his head, and then shook his head. He knew his brother well enough to know that he wasn't asking about marching forward.
"…you know I'm here for you, right?" Dean then remarked, turning around before his brother could give a response. "Anyway, we'd better get a move on. We just might get a chance to see what got those two guards so spooked."
"Dean." Sam called, prompting his brother to stop. "…what's the worst thing that you've ever done?"
"What's the…?" Dean raised his eyebrows. It was a question that caught him off guard. "…I don't know." came his shaky answer. "…why?"
"…nothing." Sam answered. "Let's go."
"She's a little whore." bitterly commented the woman on the other end of the mobile phone. Michael rolled his eyes, already accustomed to keeping his attention on both the road and his girlfriend's frank nature. Though with the pass to Silent Hill being as narrow and sharp as it is, he was a lot more inclined to give due attention to his driving. But then again, if the road won't kill him, then he was fairly certain that his girlfriend would. "She's my sister." he calmly responded, knowing full well that the two women never really saw eye to eye. "I know she can be a bit of a pain sometimes - -"
"Michael" quickly interrupted the woman.." Half of what little you make, you transfer to her account. Every month. Every month since you got a job! And how does she repay you?"
"Come on, Sarah. It's not like she knows anyway."
"Then maybe you should tell her…"
"What? And turn my day into something from that 'One Tree Hill' place?"
"I'm just saying. She already has a job. She's well over twenty-one…maybe it's time you cut her off? It's not like she's gonna' starve to death…"
"I already lost one sister, and I don't want anything bad to happen to this one. You know that."
"Whatever. Just…look…Mike, how do you expect us to…you know, take the next step? Like, build a house somewhere, or get a car that doesn't have a siren?"
"…hey…" Michael furrowed his brow, a small smile creeping up his lip. "Is this your way of asking me if I'm ready to settle down?"
"You're an awfully sharp one office Bennett." Sarah teased, prompting a quick chuckle from her boyfriend. "How about when you…et…ack…"
"…Sarah?" Michael frowned and checked his phone's screen to see if he was still connected to his girlfriend. He was. He quickly put the phone back to his ear. "Sarah? Sarah…?" No answer. Only a soft, whizzing sound, like when a radio station is off the air. That was when the fog began to rise. It was faint at first, barely noticeable. But what was strange was that it crept up from every direction, surrounding the policeman's car almost as if it had a life of its own. "Damn it." Michael whispered, as he turned his phone off, and dropped it on the empty passenger's seat. That was when a woman on a police motorcycle sped past him at dangerously high speed, literally coming from out of nowhere. It was the lock of golden hair from beneath the rider's helmet, one tied to a pony-tail, however, which caught his attention. "Hey!" yelled the policeman, only to fall silent as he began to recognize the slim figure, and the tough posture of the female rider.
"Oh God…" Michael quickly floored the gas, hoping to catch a better glimpse of the rider who was now speeding out of his headlights' range. And with the nights darker around Silent Hill, his headlights were the only thing from throwing him into complete darkness. "It can't be…it can't be…" the young policeman repeated over and over, running his head through every possibility that could give a rational explanation as to how a woman who had disappeared for five years suddenly zip past him in the very same vehicle, and attire, that she was last seen in. With his attention fixed on the woman, and at the speed he ran, Michael barely had time to register what looked like a thin lone hardened lava right across the load. And right behind the thin line was a massive gorge that literally ended with a pitch black pit. "Holy shit…!" He quickly slammed his foot on the brakes, but it was to no effect. One second later, and the car flew off the gorge's edge, and down to the abyss. Michael held his breath, closed his eyes, and braced himself for the fall…
Chapter 2 - End
Author's Note: Well, I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for the one review, it's like, way better than none ;) Take care, and once again, drop me a line and tell me what you think, it helps make the writing bearable:D
