WARNING: Spelling mistakes and foreshadowing... Sextual suggestion ish...

White Magic

Chapter 8: Magical Rooms & Paintings

The rooms were nice. They were made of stone the way castles are supposed to. Not dark and gray. They were warm and a sandy brown color. A large bed was pushed against the far wall. The bed was covered in velvets and furs. A huge window made up the outside wall. Sam walked over to the window. The view was fantastic! He could see most or all of the forest. He put his hand up to lean against the glass. His hand reached out into thin air. He took a step back quickly. Then slowly he moved forward. He reached outside. The wind hit his hand hard. He pulled it back. The wind had been cool almost cold but the room was warm and cozy.

He was about to investigate more when his brother came in. "This place is so freaky," he muttered to himself. He saw Sam, "What are you doing?"

"Look at this," Dean walked over and Sam showed him the window. He was as shocked as Sam. "What do you think is causing that?"

"And why is it like that?" Said Sam more to himself than to Dean.

"Hey, wait a second. My room doesn't have a window like this," Said Dean indignantly.

"Guess that's something else to ask Jez about," Said Sam with a smile.

"Maybe you don't need to speak to Jez," The two boys wiped around. Vicky was standing in the doorway. "Which of you has this room?"

"Um… I do…" Answered San uncertain.

"Huh," She said to herself. Then they noticed her clothes. She wore a dark scarlet tunic, dark black pants, huge combat boots, and more weapons than the brothers had. The two brothers were very shocked and confused.

"So when are we going to be able to speak to Jez?" asked Sam anxiously. He didn't know why he was so eager to speak with her. Maybe it was something to do with the room.

Vicky laughed softly to herself. "She's busy visiting the newest arrival to the Forest. She also has a lot of work to do. She will be able to speak with you in the morning. She told the to tell you to stay nearby,"

"What does that mean?" asked Dean. HE didn't like anyone telling him to stay anywhere.

"It means that you shouldn't wander. Also as a general rule, if a door is locked that means you aren't welcome. This usually means that you would die if you entered. This rule is put up for your safety,"

"Sweetheart," Said Dean smugly, "Wecan take out anything in this place,"

"No you can't," Then she was gone.

They both stood still for a moment. Then Dean spoke, "Do you think we should listen to her?"

Sam was looking out the window, "For now I think that would be a good idea," Dean looked out to see what Sam had seen. Not far away a huge clearing was filled with creatures. Several strange animals flew through the sky overhead and music could be heard.

Both the brothers stepped away from the window quickly, "What do you think we should do?" Asked Sam clearly worried.

"I think we should take a closer look at this room,"

They spent the next few minutes looking around the room. They found a huge marble bath and bottles filled with every kind of soap you can imagine. They then looked at the furniture in what looked like a sitting room. The furniture was lush and had a homey feel to it. A large screen TV was set into the wall. The bookshelves in the room were filled with many books. Sam wouldn't have minded taking some of these books with him. He was looking at the last bookshelf when he noticed something…

"Hey Dean,"

"What?" Dean came to stand beside his brother. The look on his brother's face had him worried and confused. Awe, wonder, and shock are not a preferred combination. When he looked up at what Sam was looking at it all made sense.

A huge painting covered the walls and ceiling. The walls were covered with paintings of wondrous creatures that seemed to be from a dream and a forest of indescribable beauty. The ceiling was covered in paintings of dragon and other great flying beasts. The mix of colors and magic seemed to make the paintings come alive.

Sam left Dean to finish ogling the sitting room. The tension in that room was almost too much for him. He didn't know why. But he just needed to be out of that room for a moment. He sat on the huge bed. He took a deep breath. Then he laid down on the bed and closed his eyes. Thoughts raced through his head. Why were they here? What did Jez want? And how could all have this existed without them knowing? Then with a sigh he opened his eyes.

A painting was on the ceiling above his bed. At first glance it looked like a great white dragon in flight. Then he saw the entire painting. A beautiful white creature with great white dragon wings filled the ceiling. As he looked closer he saw it was a woman. Beautiful blond hair fell down her back. The light coming from her was so great Sam could not make out the rest of her body. He mouth was open and she was singing to the heavens. Sam stared at the picture in awe.

"Sam?" He brother came into the room. Dean was surprised at the look on his brother's face. He seemed enchanted or something. "Sam?"

Then Sam snapped out of his trance thingy. "Wh - What?"

"Sam? You ok bud?"

"Um… Yeah," Dean shrugged and turned to leave. "It's getting late. We should get some sleep. God only knows what's gonna happen next,"

Dean left Sam to himself. Sam laid back onto the bed. He looked up at the painting. He had never seen anything so beautiful before. He could almost hear her singing. He didn't know why he didn't tell Dean. He probably should have. But he didn't.

He got up and got dressed for bed. He wrapped himself in the furs and velvets. Suddenly he got the thought that this was not the kind of bed you sleep in alone. Then before he had time to think over this thought… he fell into a blissful dreamless sleep.

So what do you think? 2 Chapters in 1 hour… I'm getting good at this… maybe I should make it 3 in 2 hours… hmm… Tell me what you think.