Chapter 4... Through The Flaming Wood
Sam slowly crawled through the bushes; he knew the Dryads would be coming soon. He looked up from where he was hiding cautiously; he could see an open courtyard in the distance. He saw light coming from it. Was it Dean? Or the Dryad's? He was about to find out when his head started throbbing. The pain was searing through him, like a sharp dagger, and he put his hands on his head to stop it.
Oh no, not right now, not right now.
He faded into a cheap motel room. There was a small round table, and he could see someone working on a laptop. But his back was facing Sam. Suddenly, the man got up and walked towards the door and opened it. A thin girl with a green night gown was standing there, and she started talking to the man. The man at first seemed to be talking back, but Sam couldn't tell, he couldn't hear them. Then out of nowhere, they both started kissing as she literally jumped him. They both fell to the floor, and there he was… Sam's worst nightmare, it was Dean! As they both kissed passionately, the girl stopped and looked at Dean, his eyes wanting more. She then did the unthinkable; she put her hand through his chest, and pulled his heart out. The sound came back to him, the sound of his brother's last painful scream.
"Sam! Sammy!" Dean yelled as he looked for Sam through the forest with a small bag slinging over his shoulder. I gotta do this now, he thought. He took out a spray bottle of gasoline, and started spraying it everywhere he could. The trees, bushes, leaves, vines, everything. It wasn't really his style to burn down the whole damn forest, but he had to save his little brother and himself from those crazy bitches.
As the bottle finished, he took out a lighter, and thought, Oh God, if I die, please take Sammy with me. He laughed at his own joke as he backed away and threw the lighter into the trees. He flew back from the heat wave that blew from the trees. Damn, trees sure do burn fast these days, he thought. But he became serious again. He had to find his brother. "Sammy!" he screamed, as he ran past the now flaming trees, searching frantically for his brother.
Sammy!
Sam came back to reality as he heard his brother screaming through the trees. He stood up, still hazy from his vision, scared at what he had seen. He knew he had no time to worry about it; he had to find his brother and get the hell out of these woods. He could see the flames rising up in the distance, and he yelled "Dean! Where are you! Dean?" But the screaming was in vain, because it didn't attract his brother, but the Dryads.
As a cold gush of wind blew past his back, he knew one of them was here. She started chanting before he could look back at her, and the sweltering pain came back to him. So much pain, so much pain. He fell on his knees, he could feel her coming into him, taking him away, becoming him. But he wouldn't let her, no, he had to find Dean. Turning around with all his strength, he did what any guy would do; he sucker punched her in the face. It was stupid, but all he could do. As he did, hoping it would work, his hand flew past her head, she was transparent. But how? He didn't care; he just continued trying to punch her, his mind giving way to her ominous chants.
He knew he would probably lose himself sometime soon, but then all of a sudden, the pain stopped. And he knew how, Dean was here.
"Yo bitch! Smile for the camera!" The Dryad turned around, just in time for Dean's special rock salt to hit her like a big yellow school bus. As it hit her, she faltered backwards, and then moaned, a shrill high pitched moan, before she combusted into a thousand little bubbles. Sam, still on his knees, said, "For someone who blows into so many bubbles, she sure could kick ass." Dean smiled and said, "Your ass Sammy. Your ass."
Dean then ran over to his little brother, the flames were growing wilder. As he reached him, he heard a few other piercing Dryad screams, and said, "If anyone asks, God ruined the forest." Sam smiled as his brother helped him up, putting his arm around his shoulder and saying, "I think its time we ran for it." Sam rolled his eyes and removed his arm and said, "I'm not a five year old Dean." As the flames approached them, Dean looked at his brother and said, "Yeah, but you run like one. Now run!" As they both ran through the fire, the blackened leaves flying past them, they saw many more Dryads' fall to a bubbly end. Burning the forest wasn't quite the ideal plan, but who ever heard of evil Dryads?
As they both reached the road, gasping for air, Dean bent down as did Sam, and said, "Never been happier for fresh air." They both went to the Impala, which was still unharmed, as Dean had hoped. They both sat inside and Sam sighed and put his head backwards, closing his eyes. Dean started the car, and saw that his brother still had a strained expression on his face. "Sammy, is something up?" Sam opened his eyes and said, "Oh nothing, the trauma of fighting the supernatural, I guess." Dean laughed and said, "Yeah right. Now spill the beans, Haley Joel." Sam said, "It's nothing Dean, really." Dean knew he wasn't getting anything out from his brother right now, so he decided to let it go. "Well whatever you say. And by the way, get your sweaty hair off my cushions; or my scissors might find their way up your alley." Sam laughed, a nervous laugh, as he realized that his brother could be the next victim of the heart ripping pissed off demon.
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