Cursed are the Peacemakers
(was Blessed are the Peacemakers)
Disclaimer: as per chapter 1
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CHAPTER 2
Dean woke with a start, the sunlight streaming into the window temporarily blinding him. His throat dry and itchy made him want to cough, his head thumped still with the never-ending headache he seemed to have acquired.
He glanced over to where Sam slept in the chair, he looked so uncomfortable scrunched up like that, and his extraordinarily long legs tucked under and his head resting on his arms. He looked like a child and not a young adult who had endured so much over the last few months.
Dean sat watching Sam sleep for a few minutes, mentally taking note of how he still hadn't gained all of the weight he had lost while he was so sick, of how his skin still looked pale or how the dark circles under his eyes never really disappeared.
Slowly Dean became aware of someone else in the room with them, turning around he stared at an elderly man standing in the corner also watching Sam sleep.
'Who are you?' Dean demanded not liking the look in the stranger's eyes, a look of intent and of malice.
The man turned his gaze to Dean making the young man shiver with a sudden chill and then he disappeared, it was as though he was never there. It was then that Dean realised where he had seen him before; he was the old man standing in the middle of the road when they crashed.
'Damn I knew something was hokey here.' Dean snapped dressing quickly we went to nudge Sam's leg with his foot, 'come on Sleeping beauty time to get up.'
Sam blinked and stared at Dean confused, sitting up he winced with the stiffness in his legs and back, 'what time is it?' he mumbled through a yawn.
'Half past time for you to get up lazy.' Dean nudged him again, 'we got some nasties floating around.'
'Now whatcha talking about?' Sam grumbled, 'give it a rest Dean you've been in a bad mood ever since we arrived here.'
'Ever wondered why and how we got here? I mean ever thought that our arrival here was just a bit on the weird side?'
'Dean all I know is that some very nice people took us in and helped us when we needed it, what's all the agro about?'
'What's all? Shit Sam listen to yourself, a pretty girl batts her eyes at you and all of a sudden poof Sam Winchester looks at women again.'
'Wow did you get up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.'
'Dude listen to me there was a strange old man standing in this room staring at you and then he disappeared poof, and it was the same guy who was standing in the middle of the road when we crashed.'
Sam stared at Dean and then shook his head, as a feeling of calm and happiness descended over him, smiling brightly he patted Dean's shoulder, 'have faith Dean we're here for a reason.'
'What? What the fuck does that mean?'
'Means that you don't have to swear all of the time Dean, now get cleaned up I'm sure that Grand-Papa would appreciate our help while we stay here.'
'Dude we are not staying here, we're going into town get the parts and tyre we need and getting the fuck outta here, and no fugly old dude is not gonna stop us.' Dean snarled grabbing his leather jacket he pushed past Sam. 'If you want to work then knock yourself out but be ready to leave when the car is fixed coz we are not staying here any longer than necessary.'
'Dean, chill man we're safe here we are actually safe.' Sam smiled as he watched his brother start to stride out, visibly flinching when Dean rounded back at him angrily.
'Sam we are not safe here, that is what I am trying to tell you ... something – is – not – kosher here!' Dean spoke slowly emphasising every word by poking Sam's chest.
'Can't you feel it here Dean?' Sam asked ignoring the finger prodding him.
'Feel what?'
'Peace.' Sam said simply as he casually walked past Dean and made his way downstairs in search of Rebekkah. For some strange reason, she invaded his thoughts and he wanted nothing else but to be with her.
Dean watched his baby brother leave, concerned with that goofy blank look Sam had on his face, shivers coursed down Dean's spine something is definitely not right here.
'You are so right to be afraid young man.'
Dean span around in ready to fight when he saw the old man again, standing in the same corner. 'Who the fuck are you?'
'My name is Jonas and there is no need for profanity, I am here to help you.'
'Why? You're the one who stood in front of the car making me crash.'
'I tried to prevent you from entering their space.'
'What do you mean by that?'
'I tried to warn you but now you have been brought here it will be hard to get both of you out safely.'
'How can I trust you?'
'My dear, dear boy, I am too old to explain myself to you.' Jonas cackled, 'suffice it to say is that I am the only one who can get you boys out of here relatively intact.'
'Spill old man.' Dean stepped closer but then the man disappeared once again.
'Are you speaking to someone in particular?' A young and very pretty woman stood in the doorway staring at Dean curiously.
Who are you?' He snapped his voice sounding harsher than he intended.
'My name is Grace, I have been sent to find you and to let you know that it is meal time, Samuel is waiting for you.'
'Grace is it? Okay Grace, Sam can just wait until I am ready.'
'Have I angered you?'
Dean regarded her with an even stare, taking in her honey-blond hair pulled back in a tight plait, her china-blue eyes framed with impossibly long lashes and the dimple in her right cheek. 'Look Grace, I'm sorry, it's just that I have a killer headache and ahh look I have to get going, thanks for the offer of food but I aint hungry.'
'Please Dean; I am sure that Rebekkah would be upset if you did not try her famous biscuits.'
Dean went to answer her when he caught a glimpse of Jonas shaking his head no at him. 'Sorry Grace I really am and I don't want to hurt Rebekkah but with my headache I really don't have any appetite.'
'Perhaps an herbal tea would help?' Grace said as she turned to leave, 'I will go and prepare a tea for you, and then you will feel better.'
'Don't drink it boy, don't eat or drink anything here.' Jonas warned before he disappeared again.
TBC
Cursed are the Peacemakers
Disclaimer: as per usual
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CHAPTER 3
Dean glanced around to make sure that there was no more creepy but gorgeous girls around before he crept downstairs, there was something very strange going on here, he needed to find Sam and if need be thump some sense back into him.
He moved stealthily towards the kitchen, he could hear Sam's voice as he chatted to Rebekkah, shit Sammy don't tell her about our childhood! Dean went to storm in there and give Sam a mouthful when he stopped and listened a little more intently. There was something about Sam's voice that sent chills down his spine.
Carefully he peered around the doorway to get a better view, he saw his brother sitting at the table, his meal half-eaten in front of him, a cup of that foul tasting brew in his hand as he chatted. There didn't seem to be anything strange in the scene at first glance but then Dean concentrated on watching his brother. Sam sat smiling up at Rebekkah as she moved around him, a glazed look in his eyes and his face bore no expression whatsoever.
It was then that Dean realised Rebekkah was actually quizzing Sam and that he was giving her answers in a toneless voice unaware of exactly what he was saying.
Dean winced as his headache intensified without warning, his sight blurred and his stomach decided to do somersaults, stumbling blindly he crashed into the wall wincing as pain flared through his shoulder.
'Dean?' Sam cried out as he stood up so quickly that his seat toppled behind him, blinking, and shaking himself out of his reverie to run to his brother's side. 'Dean.'
'Sammy? Isn't it usually me worrying about you and your headaches?' Dean quipped as he tried to smile but instead it turned into a pain-filled grimace.
'What happened?' Sam asked him concern flooding his hazel-green eyes, 'I heard you fall.'
'Headache, feel so sick.' Dean started to pale as his stomach finally decided to stop flip flopping and expel its contents. Retching violently he vomited, spattering Sam's shirt and jeans and landing on his boots.
'Oh Dude.' Sam said softly as he held his brother's shoulders, 'this is weird.'
'Tell me about it.' Dean managed to get out as he gasped for air, 'Man this is wrong, it should be you hurling on me.'
'Can you make it upstairs?'
'I – I think so.' Dean clung tightly to Sam's shirt as they slowly walked upstairs leaving Rebekkah to clean up the mess, she watched the boys leave with a very thoughtful stare as she finished wiping up the last of the vomit. She dumped the cloth in the fireplace and went in search of Grand-Papa this was not going the way it should be.
With Dean resisting to the point of making himself ill it could take longer than anticipated for the ceremony.
Dean sat on the edge of the bed trying to work out what happening; he didn't even object to Sam helping him out of his soiled clothes, then wipe his face with a warm cloth and help him into bed. Worried Sam chewed his lower lip, perhaps Dean sustained an injury in the crash, and no one had realised it. Sam, himself, was asleep at the time and only woke for the brief moment of impact before losing consciousness, he couldn't remember anything else or if Dean lost consciousness at all.
'Man I am so sorry.' Sam muttered as he tucked the bedding in around Dean who had fallen into a restless slumber. Tossing his head about he started to cry out, making Sam's stomach lurch and tighten, his invulnerable brother suddenly looked very fragile and very vulnerable.
Quickly changing clothes Sam went back to Dean's beside and passed his hand over his brother's face tenderly. Dean's face felt clammy, damp and very cold, frowning Sam patted Dean's cheek to rouse him. The only response he got was Dean's moans of pain growing louder as he started to thrash about in the bed, fighting an invisible enemy.
Without warning his fist shot up and connected with Sam's nose, swearing under his breath Sam sat back and held his aching nose. Blood trickled through his fingers as he sniffed and tried to staunch the bleed.
'Fuck Dean.' He snapped his voice sounding nasally.
'Are you alright?' Rebekkah asked from the doorway as she saw the dark crimson stains on Sam's hand and face.
'Yeah, he didn't know what he was doing.' Sam mumbled all he could taste was the acrid coppery taste of his own blood.
'Is he dangerous?'
'What? No! No, he's not well that's all.' Sam said as he turned to look at the young woman his eyes narrowing suspiciously, 'I have a feeling that he may have been injured in the crash and it's been overlooked.'
'Oh.' Rebekkah said simply then she turned and left the room.
'Sammy?' Dean spoke his voice barely audible, 'Sammy?'
'Here Dean, I'm right here.'
'Head hurts ... Sam we have to get outta here.'
'But we're safe here, no demons, no nasties nothing Dean we're safe.'
'No ... no we're not, Sammy she was quizzing you on our childhood and what we do.'
'When? Ah Dean you must have been...'
'Listen to me Sammy, just before ... just before I got sick she was asking you all of these questions about who we are and where we come from ... then just before I could say anything my headache exploded and well you know what happened next.'
'Yeah I guess I do ... but Dude Bekkah has done nothing but help us since we were found.'
'That old Dude, the one I saw in the road.'
'Yeah what about him?'
'I've been seeing him since we arrived.'
'Dean it must be the head injury...'
'Dammit Sam listen to me, he's trying to warn us, there is something completely hokey going on here. He warned not to eat or drink anything while we're here.'
'No Dean, you must have sustained a head injury in the accident. Maybe this is what your nightmare was about.'
'Sam.'
'No Dean, I'm not listening, Rebekkah, Grace and the other Peacemakers have done nothing but help us and give us a safe haven. They are not trying to hurt us.'
'No my Lad they don't want to hurt you ... as such.' A third voice joined the conversation.
'What the?'
'Sam meet Jonas, Jonas this is Sam.' Dean said waving his hand weakly at them, 'Jonas tell Sam what you told me, I have to go back to sleep now.'
'No, no Dean stay awake I think you have a concussion, you have to stay awake.' Sam cried out momentarily forgetting the strange old man and how he just appeared.
'Too tired Sammy, just need a little sleep.' Dean said slurring his words as his eyes fluttered shut.
'Dammit Dean, stay awake.'
'It's no use Sam Winchester it is up to you ... you have to save your brother's life and his soul.'
'What are you on about?' Sam snapped turning his anger towards the stranger.
'Dean's life, both here and eternal depends on you Sam and how much you want to fight for him; because fight you will have to do to get your brother back from the Peacemakers. They tried to sway you to their ways but Dean saw through it and now I fear that they are turning on him instead.'
'This is crazy.' Sam shook his head, 'all they have done is help us.'
'No Sam, all they have done is fuel their own desires ... desires to consume your humanities to allow them to stay here undetected.'
'What do you mean?'
'The Peacemakers, all of this ... you are in their realm now Samuel, you are no longer on the earthly plain.'
'You're not making any sense.'
'The Peacemakers trap travellers on the road and once they have them under control they consume their humanity and make them into one of them, never to leave again.'
'That is crazy.'
'No my boy that is the truth.'
TBC
