Chapter Four

Her blazing red eyes bore into his as she moves towards him. He shrinks back in terror at the blood pouring down her cheeks and the fury in her eyes. Her outstretched hand reaches for his throat as he tries to get away from her but it is no use. Her fingernails dig into his delicate neck once again as he's forced to stare back into her eyes, eyes of nothing but pure evil and hatred. As he feels the warm blood trickle down his chest and his life slip away, he finally rips his eyes from her gaze. He stops struggling against her grip and closes his eyes. He then feels her press his body into the stone floor, her hold on his throat tightening. He gasps in pain as he feels her other hand dig into his chest above his heart. It starts to burn as her nails dig deeper and deeper, the crimson tide now streaming from under her hand onto the floor. She abruptly wrenches her hand from his chest and places it on his left temple. He can feel the sickening warmth of his blood on her hand and he opens his eyes again to find himself face to face with her. Her eyes now black, she releases his lacerated throat at last and touches his right temple. He looks up at her in confusion as she shuts her own eyes as he did seconds before, her hands still on his head. He suddenly feels a pressure where her hands are and at the base of his skull. The pressure continues to strengthen and his face twists into a pained grimace as he tries to breathe but finds he can't. He can't move or control his body at all. He continues to struggle when her eyes snap open and a ring of red encircles her black iris. Pain sears through his brain as his own eyes flicker scarlet, his mind feeling as though white hot knives are stabbing every inch of it. He tries to scream but he can't. All he can do is lie there and wait for the end to come.

As he looks into her eyes one last time, she opens her mouth to say, "Black it stood as night, fierce as ten furies, terrible as Hell…The monster, moving onward, came as fast, with horrid strides; Hell trembled as he strode."

Fear engulfs him; his mind continues to feel as though it's on fire as she continues to speak in a frightening demonic voice,

"Pride, Avarice, Lust, Rage, Envy, Gluttony, Sloth. All in due time these sins you shall commit and these sins he shall collect."

A sadistic smile etches on her face as the room around him turns black, his mind becomes numb and the pain begins to fade away…

Dean shoots up, gasping for air, his hands at his throat. He looks around wildly for a few seconds and realizes he's still in the motel room with Sam. He glances at the clock and sees that it's only three a.m. After wiping away the beads of sweat glistening on his forehead with the back of his hand, he takes in a couple of deep breaths. He then runs his hands through his hair and puts his head in his hands, just like the night before. He stays this way for a few moments, waiting for the pounding in his head and the ringing in his ears to subside. As he lifts his head back up a little while later he moves his finger tips to his temples and massages them, hoping to make the pain in his head go away.

It seems almost impossible to Dean that he had had the first nightmare a mere day ago. It feels like it's been ages to him since he told Sam about Sakari and Adriana.

Dean grabs the sweat soaked sheets and pulls them away, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He slowly walks over to the dresser at the other end of the room, trying not to wake Sam. He reaches inside the worn, beaten brown leather duffel bag and pulls out his silver laptop. Treading carefully to the table near the window, he opens the laptop and presses the power button. The white glow of the screen illuminates his pale, freckled face and reveals the dark shadows under his green eyes as it powers up. He waits a few moments as it starts up and simply watches his little brother sleep peacefully. He's envious, really. And at the same time he's grateful that he was the one having the nightmares for once because he hates to see Sammy in pain, hates to see him look exhausted and worn out. It made Dean feel so helpless when Sam had his visions or nightmares. Sam is his responsibility, he's supposed to protect him but his dreams are the one thing that he can't defend him from. He places his cheek against his right fist, keeping watch over his brother, despite the headache he still has and the desire for sleep.

The computer finally opens to the menu screen and Dean sits upright as he opens his email, figuring he'll update Sakari on their proximity. But as he hits the create-new button, a new email pops up. From Sakari.

He narrows his eyes as he clicks on it, opening the message. Its brief but he reads it twice before its meaning sinks in.

Dean,

I know why you're coming. I dreamed about you and…her. God I can't believe I'm saying this, but I saw her. I wish this was just another nightmare but I can't shake this feeling that there's something coming.

I'm going to go see Ayden. He may have some answers.

See you when you get here and please, be safe,

Sakari

P.s. Don't tell Sam too much, alright? He doesn't need to know everything, not yet anyway. We need to figure out what's going on first.

Dean hits the x button and looks over to Sam again, praying that he's doing the right thing. He hits the power button and folds the laptop back up, putting it back in the duffel bag. He yawns as he feels sleep come over him and lays back down on the bed. He rolls over on his stomach and sighs, letting the fear and frustration escape him as he drifts off in the darkness once more.

"Dean, come on lets go."

"Wha…?" Dean says groggily, still sleepy. "No, too comfortable, let me sleep, man…"

Sam rolls his eyes and rips the sheets off his older brother.

"Dude, it's almost ten; the sooner we leave the sooner we get there. Now come ON! GET UP ALREADY!" Sam yells impatiently.

Dean sits up in bed, his eyes still closed and his hands resting in his lap. His short hair is sticking out in all directions, the living poster boy for Bedhead. His head starts to nod as he hopes to catch another couple seconds of sleep. His hopes are shattered as Sam whacks him in the head with a pillow, sending him reeling backwards.

"Dude, what the hell! I'm up, I'm up!" Dean shouts angrily. He scratches the back of his neck and groans as he gets up and walks over to the bathroom. He throws Sam a dirty look as he passes him on his way and playfully punches him in the shoulder. Sam shakes his head and turns back to packing his clothes, allowing himself a small smile.

Yawning, Dean looks at himself sleepily in the mirror, not surprised by the faint bruises still present under his eyes. He turns on the faucet and splashes the cool, clean water on his face. He quickly brushes his pearly white teeth and changes into a fresh pair of jeans and a new shirt. He pulls on his favorite leather jacket and grabs the duffel, heading in the direction of the door. As he slams the door shut behind him, he feels his cell phone vibrating in his pocket. He drops the bag on the ground and opens his phone, surprised to see that he has a text message. From his dad.

"Sammy…" Dean says.

Sam walks over to Dean, "Yeah?"

Dean's eyes narrow in disbelief at what is written on the screen and says "I just got a text message from Dad."

A look of surprise appears on Sam's face and his brown eyes meet Dean's green ones.

"It's coordinates."

Hey guys; I'm going to be out of town and won't be able to update for a bit. I'll get one in as soon as I get home.

Sorry this isn't very long. Reviews are appreciated!