Chapter 2
The last thing i saw before it all went black was the mutilated body of my older brother, the mutilated body of the one person in this world that would cause me to break down if he ever left.
I can still hear his screams, his pleading, I've never heard Dean plead for his life. He doesn't know how his life is going to end. He isn't going to no. because its not going to happen. I wont let it happen.
Just like i know he would always do for me, I will save him. He wont know, but i will. "Sam, Sammy, Come on Sammy, you got to wake up." His voice makes me open my eyes, he is staring down at me, he looks worried. I can feel my body shaking, i feel cold. "Dude, you okay?"
"Huh, yeah." My senses come back, my head is aching, "Pain killers." Two words I've grown to like over the last couple of weeks. A smile on his face, Dean reaches into his pocket, and then hands me a packet of strong pain killers.
"I'm going to have to call you Junkie boy now," Dean laughed, and helped me up. I don't respond, i just smile, and for once, its not fake.
"Dean, we need to talk." I say, its a little out of the blue, even for me. But i had to tell him, not all of it, i can never tell him all of it, but he needs to know about the demon.
"What is it Junkie Boy?." Dean asks, we walk down the pier, looking into the ocean, I stay quiet for a few minutes, trying to find the words, but i couldn't, how could i tell Dean that he was going to be killed, by a demon, with out telling him he was going to be killed. "Hello. Sammy. What is it?"
"Huh, oh. I had a vision."
"You don't say Jack. What was it about?"
"The demon. I saw the demon that we came here to kill." Dean sent me a blank expression. "Its an ugly son of a bitch dude."
"Right. Did you recognise it?"
"I think so. It looks like a Fob." Another blank expression. "Yeah, Dean. A Fob."
"No, way. I always wanted to see one of those. So, ones here, looks like I've got my wish." Dean smiled, he actually smiled. A Fob, the creature of the sea. The vicious creature of the sea. And he smiles! I shake my head, and walk ahead. It is either the sea air or the vision left over that is making me nauseas. "Sammy, lets get you back to the car, then find a nice motel."
"So, anything else happen in your latest shining episode?" Yeah you die.
"No. Same old. I saw the Fob, at the end of the pier."
"That's it?"
"Yeah. What else do you want?"
"A victim. You know, some one to save." Damn it Dean, we are saving you, I'm saving you.
"We got all the surfers, and all the beach babes, as you put it to save."
"True." Dean smiles, okay, i don't get it, why is he smiling?
"what?"
"What?" Dean says, looking remotely innocent, if that's even possible.
"You are too happy about this."
"Well Sammy, always look on the bright side."
"What's the bright side of this gig Dean?"
"Surfer babes." Dean smiled. "Girls in bikinis. Man, I've died and gone to heaven." No. not yet Dean, but if you don't stop being Mr Bright side. You will die, and knowing you, you wont go to heaven.
3 hours later, and i still haven't come up with a plan to save him. "Anything?" I ask. That's usually is Deans saying, i research, he looks like he is reading a book but is really sleeping, but not today, I'm the one trying to sleep, and he is the one clattering on the lap top.
"Yeah, i think so. Ten years ago, the same thing happened. Ten years before that, and ten before that. Its a cycle. Every ten years, dead on, May the 20th."
"Its May the 22nd though." I said, it was hard to keep up with everything and have a splitting head ache all at the same time.
"It lasts a week. And usually ten people end up dead." Okay that's depressing, ten people.
"Hold on. But its may the 22nd. And only one person has died."
"Wrong Sammy. Three people have died. Two days ago, a couple died, police said it was a boating accident."
"Okay, so the cycle has started. How do we stop it?"
"I have no idea."
