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When Reality Bites
Chapter 2 – Hunted
Sam sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a little silly. He hadn't felt a presence in hours, but then he had learned not to dismiss his feelings so easily. Sam's ability to sense the presence of evil or supernatural beings had saved his life and the life of others many times. Of all his powers, Sam actually didn't mind this one. After all, most people would just claim he was intuitive.
Sam also didn't mind his apparent ability to empathize with people. It was one of the things that would have made him a great attorney. He knew that Dean also admired his gift to get people to open up to him and give him information. Once again, this skill had come in handy on more than one occasion.
But Sam could do without the nightmares, visions and the telekinesis. These powers were painful, unpredictable at best and as he had seen with Dean, uncontrollable. He almost hurt Dean when he tried to use his power to get a gun to him…a little harder and he could have broken a rib. Dean had made light of the whole situation…but Sam had to admit he was afraid. He was afraid of what his power could do to anyone around him.
Sam shut off the TV and decided to go out and get another cold drink from the soda machine down the hall. Maybe he would start doing some research to find their next target. At least he could use the time productively instead of trying to figure out his screwed up life.
Sam opened the door and stood outside for a few moments…he didn't feel anything or anyone out of place. Locking the door behind him, he headed for the soda machine at the end of the row of rooms. He took a moment to breathe in the cool night air, appreciating the quiet around him for a few moments, before he bent over to retrieve the cold can of soda.
As Sam rounded the corner of the bank of rooms, he noticed two guys lounging outside one of the doors before his room. Sam tensed slightly, but when they did not approach him, he figured they were just one of the other lodgers. He stepped out into the gravel driveway to get around the men. Suddenly, one of the men whirled around and hit Sam in the face.
Sam immediately struck back, going into a defensive posture as he saw the other man coming at him. Both men came at Sam at one time…Sam ducked and managed to send one of the men flying into the gravel face first. The other man spun around and hit Sam in the kidney with a viscous kick.
Sam turned to face his attackers again…he was focused on the two men as they once again started to charge at him. He never heard the door to the room behind him opening quietly and a third man leaving the room with a baseball bat in his hands. He hit Sam with the bat, knocking him off his feet. The other two men grabbed Sam's arms, pinning them behind his back and turned him to face the pudgy man in front of him.
"What do you want?" Sam grunted as he struggled to free himself.
The pudgy man just laughed as he hit Sam in the stomach. Sam would have doubled over if the two men hadn't been holding him. "We're just trying to have a little fun in this boring town…and guess what…you're it!" Snarled the man as he continue to hit Sam. "Well, Dean wanted me to make new friends and have fun" thought Sam as he felt himself falling to the ground unconscious.
As the men took Sam's wallet and watch, another man approached. He silently handed the men an envelope of money and indicated that they should leave. The man looked down on the unconscious man lying in the parking lot with eyes dark as night. The demon had found his next victim.
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Sam moaned as he looked around him. He saw that he was in a parking lot, but somehow it felt different. He stood up and felt for his wallet and the key to the room. The wallet was missing, but the key was still there. Great…Dean is never going to let me live this one down, Sam thought as he stumbled to the room. He entered, but something was different. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was missing.
Shaking his head, he went into the bathroom to try to do damage control. He looked at the bruises on his face and winced. He was definitely going to have a black eye by morning. He wet a washcloth and gently removed the blood from his face. At least the cuts were minor and didn't look like they needed any stitches. He picked up his shirt and grimaced at the bruises forming on his rib cage…once again, he would be sore, but nothing too bad.
He decided to lay down and wait for Dean to come back. He turned on the TV just in time to hear the news. He had almost dozed off, when he saw a familiar face on the screen. Sam quickly turned up the volume and couldn't believe what he was seeing…the news showed a crumpled black impala that had been hit by a train. The news program showed the face of one of the occupants of the car who had arrived DOA at the hospital. They were asking if anyone knew who this person was, to contact the hospital. Sam's eyes began towater as he saw the familiar face…it was his brother…it was Dean!
Sam reached for his cell phone…he had to get hold of his Dad. After hitting speed dial, he got a message "This number is out of service". Thinking that he had punched in the wrong number, Sam tried again, but he got the same response. Oh, God…no! Somehow the demons had found them and gotten to them…it had to be! Sam didn't believe in coincidence…the only explanation could be that they had both been killed. Sam was now alone with no one between him and the demon…no one he could go to…his cancer had spread and taken his family.
Tears streamed down Sam's face as he prepared to go to the hospital to make arrangements for Dean's body. He knew that he should call some of their friends…in fact; they might even know what had happened to his father. But as he picked up the phone to dial a voice whispered…how much more blood will you have on your hands Samuel…how many more must be sacrificed?
Sam's world collapsed…how could he fight this…he could run, but eventually they would find him. With no one to turn to, Sam had only one choice…he would wait for the demon to come and he would fight. He no longer cared if he lived or died…as long as he took the demon with him…he'd be fine!
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The demon's mindjerkedback from the young man's head. He did not expect him to fight…most people by now would have given up and allowed him to lock them into their nightmare reality…but not Sam Winchester.
The demon had fed on Sam's fear, his pain and his uncertainty…but he could not feed on anger…anger was the one thing that drove him away. He would need to be more careful next time…now that the door was cracked open…he could enter again when he chose…he would just need patience.
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Dean Winchester drove back to the motel after dropping off the girl from the bar. She had invited him up to her room, but Dean had an uneasy feeling since Sam had left him. His brother had really been depressed lately and it worried him. He shook his head as he glanced at the time. Oh well, it was going on 4:00 in the morning…so technically, he had stayed out all night. At least Sam couldn't accuse him of mothering him again.
Dean pulled into the driveway of the hotel and started to park the car in front of their room. As he got out of the car, he heard a low moan coming from the end of the hotel row. Reaching for the gun he kept under the front seat, Dean headed towards the sound. As he walked around the corner he froze…a familiar shape was lying in the gravel, covered in blood.
"Aw…Sammy…now what did you get yourself into?"
TBC
