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What Lies Within

Chapter Two

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It didn't take long before the rain began to fall full force from the darkened skies. Thunder boomed and lightening lit up the sky like a light bulb illuminates a dark room.

Luckily Dean Winchester had retrieved both his and his brother's suitcases before the rain had gotten bad. He'd left his little brother to entertain Fae while she made dinner for the three of them, not willing to risk Sam's exposure to the rain.

To both of the Winchester's surprise, Fae was an amazing cook and Dean showed his satisfaction with the food by giving himself several extra helpings of her home cooking. Sam on the other hand pushed his food around his plate; his headache prevented him from enjoying the rarity of a home cooked meal.

"Aren't you hungry Sam," Fae asked, frowning at the pale young man.

Sam looked up and caught the worried looks from both his brother and their host. "I'm sorry Fae, I've got a headache."

"I have some aspirin sweetheart… let me go get some…" The old woman grabbed her cane and began hauling herself up from the wooden chair she was sitting on.

"There's no need Fae," Dean stopped her. "Sam's got some medicine with him." He gave his brother another once over and raised himself from the table. "That was an awesome meal Fae, thanks."

Fae blushed and waved a hand at Dean. "It was nothing boys."

"I guess I should get Sammy to bed before he takes a nose dive into his potatoes," Dean joked, and realized Sam hadn't even shot him a glare.

Dean hauled Sam upright.

"The guest room?"

"I'm guessing you'll want directions then. There are lots of rooms, you can pick from any one of them, mine is closest to the stairs at the top of the landing… any other is free," Fae offered.

Dean nodded and led Sam to the bottom of the stairs, when out of earshot Dean leaned forward and whispered into Sam's ears. "Take a damn pill Sam."

"I told you they make me sleepy, and we need to be up to see if we can get a glimpse of whatever it is that's out there…"

"It doesn't mean this thing is supernatural Sam, it could be kids from the town messing with…"

"What about all the missing people Dean?" Sam looked at his brother and shook his head, "How do you explain that man?"

Dean nodded, "I realize that okay? How about you take the pill and sleep, I'll wake you up if I see anything out by the woods."

"You need sleep too Dean. Despite what you think about yourself, you're not indestructible."

I know that Sam, but right now I'm not worried about me, Dean thought to himself. There really wasn't any point in arguing with Sam right now, the kid looked like death warmed over. This simple headache and turned into a full-blown migraine. It was obvious by the way Sam was trying to shield his eyes from the dim light above them. Even that much light was causing him to cringe.

"Come on kid, let's get you upstairs and laying flat before you fall down and can't get up."

Dean managed to usher Sam up the stairs and got him lying flat on the bed. He'd also managed to get Sam to swallow some of his pain pills, and soon Sam had drifted off leaving Dean to protect and keep watch of whatever was hiding in the woods.

"Wake me up when you get tired… or if you see somethin'," Sam had slurred while trying to fight the effects of his medication.

Dean agreed and took a seat next to the large window in their room that looked right into the woods. He'd be able to see them if they decided to show their freaky, supernatural faces tonight.

Dean hadn't been intending on falling asleep during his watch… it just kind of happened. It wasn't until a hand on his shoulder jolted him back into consciousness. His body tensed and he was ready to react defensively until he recognized the presence beside him. "Sam…"

"I told you to wake me if you got tired Dean," Sam hissed. He had a right to be mad, after all, he was more than a little surprised to wake up in the middle of the night and see his brother drooling and asleep while on watch.

Dad would have ripped him a new one.

Dean looked up at Sam and smiled sheepishly. "I guess I was more tired than I thought."

"Yeah, tell that to all the victims families Dean. I'm sure they'd be more than willing to forgive you," Sam said rather rudely.

Scowling, Dean stood and pointed his finger into Sam's chest. "What the hell is your problem? Did the Queen of Sheba wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?"

Dean took the few moment of silence to glare at his brother, and he was shocked at what he saw. Sam looked terrible, even paler than earlier, sweating as if he were sitting inside a sauna and his breathing was heavy and ragged too.

"You okay Sam?" Dean asked carefully as he moved his hand from Sam's chest to hold his upper arm.

"Just tired Dean, quit being a mother hen," Sam mumbled while walking to Dean's recently deserted seat and sitting heavily upon it. "Nightmare?"

Sam nodded and stared out the window.

"Want to talk about it?"

Sam shook his head this time. "There's nothing you can do about them Dean."

Alarm bells were going off in his head, but Dean swallowed them down and allowed himself to take a seat next to his brother. "What time is it anyway?"

"Sometime after three in the morning," Sam replied rather distractedly.

"You know, you can go lie down while I keep watch. Really, I'm awake now."

Sam looked over at Dean with a frown. "You might fall asleep again; I don't want to miss this thing Dean… I can't chance it."

Dean fought down an angry order and turned his eyes back to the window.

The rain was still falling heavy, and the wind was still pushing the tree branches like rag dolls. But there appeared to be absolutely no movement out on the border of the woods.

Time went by slowly as the brothers sat side-by-side and remained silent as they continued their watch at the window. Both boys seemed incredibly immersed by the thoughts racing through their heads… they almost missed it.

"Dean," Sam called softly as he leaned forward in his seat to stare intently out the window.

"What?" Dean asked as he too leaned forward and gazed out into the downpour of rain to search for what Sam was looking at. His eyes widened when his eyes caught the little white speck heading towards the woods.

Was that… "Fae?"

"What is she doing?"

They both watched in shock as the old woman, clad in her nightgown walked slowly towards the woods. She looked as if she was sleepwalking. Unconsciously taking a stroll into the woods where these creatures were supposedly lurking… what the hell?

Sam's eyes widened when he caught something on the border of the woods. A dark hand could be seen poking out through the woods, the fingers where pointy and menacing. Its position looked as if it was beckoning Fae forward.

"Dean!" Sam realized with horror it had picked its next victim. So much for the holy land and sacred stone lions, Sam thought angrily.

Sam was on his feet in seconds, heading out the bedroom and down the stairs in a flash with Dean hot on his heels. He could distantly hear Dean yelling something about weapons, but the adrenaline mixed with the blood pumping crazily throughout his body prevented him from understanding what his brother was even talking about.

"Fae!" Sam screamed as he soared out the back door and charged towards the old woman that was getting precariously closer to the hand that was willing her forward.

"Sam!" Dean yelled, trying to keep up with his brother. He had intended on retrieving some of their weapons from the Impala when Sam had fallen asleep, but he'd been careless enough to fall asleep too and look where it had gotten them.

Sam was already soaked and he wasn't even halfway across the yard. Somewhere between his exit of the house and his mad dash across the rainy ground he realized he was still in the pair of sweatpants and T-shirt Dean had insisted on changing into before lying down. He wasn't even wearing shoes. None of that though seemed to matter, what mattered was the sweet old lady transcending unknowingly towards her death. So he kept his pace and tread forward.

A growl emitted from the border of the woods as the creature looked curiously upon the two beings heading towards it and its prey. The thing smiled, pointy teeth barring as the old woman got closer to the woods.

Dean wasn't able to keep up with Sam, but raced as hard as he could all the while watching horrified as Fae crossed the border and was taken by the hand that called her to it and disappeared from sight. His eyes turned to his brother who was racing towards the woods and desperately calling Fae. With a sudden clarity and a pain in the pit of his stomach Dean knew what his brother was going to do.

"Sam, don't!"

Dean could have sworn that his heart stopped at the sight of his brother barreling into the woods and disappearing from sight.

Cliffhanger... I know I'm evil ^_^

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