ST18 Gateway to Destruction
Sam woke to the sound of gunfire and his brother's voice. His skull felt near to exploding. Bright spots of color flooded his vision making it hard to see. He pushed himself to his feet, reaching for the blade strapped to his back.
Stumbling toward the clearing he heard the creatures' pain filled cries and the furious screams of anger that followed. A tiny smile pulled at the corners of his mouth, "Only Dean could piss something off that badly," then it struck him, 'DEAN WAS HERE' and injured. He was no match for the vicious creature.
Breaking into a run he skirted the clearing coming at the creature head on. Sighting on his target he braced for the impact throwing his weight forward he drove the knife home. The sharp blade slid between the armour plates and struck deep into the creature's chest. The twisting blade sliced through the monsters heart. The force of the blow sent the monster crashing backward, dragging the young hunter with it. Nylan landed on his back, Sam on top of him.
A harsh anguished cry escaped the creature its limbs convulsed as death took over. The tail reflexively stabbed upward barely missing the young hunter.
Snarling Sam pulled the blade out and rammed it home a second time slicing through a lung and into the heart once more. The demon scorpion tumbled backward sliding down the slope toward the pool dragging the young hunter with it.
Sam yelped and rolled off the monstrous body, but he couldn't stop his momentum. Hands scraped at the gravel slowing but not stopping his headlong fall.
Above him the sky cracked with lightening, the hungry blue black energy surging forward over the dying monster toward the keys. Separately the hunters would not have been able to open the gate. Sam's psychic energy and Dean's warrior strength were the only forces that could have brought the gate to life. Now their strength and energy was turned toward closing it.
Sam's headlong flight came to an abrupt halt. A familiar hand wrapped around his ankle and pulled him back from the brink of disaster. He gasped in relief, watching the creature sink into the murky pool and disappear from sight.
Dean struggled to hold on, his voice hoarse he yelled above the crackling storm, "You gonna just lay there or what… Bitch," he added a split second later.
Sam grinned, "Just enjoying the view… jerk," he snarled back. Twisting he grabbed for a hand hold and slowly crawled back up to level ground. Relief at seeing his brother washed the panic away.
The storm raged overhead drawing energy from the pool. The hunters cringed when a bolt of lightening struck a huge oak tree at the far side of the pool. Their hair stood on end as a ripple of electricity flowed across the ground.
Sam didn't have time to be gentle or take care of his brother's injuries. He grimaced when he heard his brother's sharp intake of breath as he lifted him. Sam prayed they would make the safety of the car before the lightening struck again.
Adrenalin hot and demanding coursed through his veins. Turning the corner behind the Impala the young hunter opened the front passenger side door and practically threw his brother inside. Swearing loudly Sam turned to see the doctor lying in the grass a few feet beyond the safety of the car.
Groaning the young hunter sprinted the short distance. Grabbing the unconscious doctor by the arm he dragged him to safety and pushed him into the back seat.
The ground shook beneath him as threw himself behind the wheel and started the engine. The car flew backwards into the trees close to the injured deputies. He didn't have time think only time to react.
Melisandra rose to consciousness a sense of urgency driving her out of the darkness. The car skidded sideway throwing her into Stephen lying on the floor beside her. Confusion reigned until memory returned. When the car stopped she threw open the door and hobbled out bent on helping Sam retrieve her injured men.
"Glad to see you alive sheriff," he yelled above the roar.
Melisandra snorted, "The scorpion," she shouted back.
"Sent him back to hell," Sam yelled as he lifted Baylor over his shoulder. Nelson lay on the ground beside him. The deputy's shirt was clutched in his hand as he dragged him toward the car.
Limping badly Melisandra grabbed Nelson's arm and eyed the hunter and the flow of blood that darkened his shirt. He looked bad, but at least he was still on his feet.
They didn't have time to be cautious of their own or the deputy's injuries as they stuffed them unceremoniously into the rear seat of the truck.
Raging energy seethed around them. Sam knew they desperately needed to put some distance between them and the gateway. All hell was about to break loose and he didn't want to get caught in the maelstrom. Jumping behind the wheel he spared a glance at his brother and winced. Dean was covered in blood, most of it his own.
"Punch it Sam," Dean whispered urgently.
The tires spun as Sam slammed his foot on the gas petal. The car fishtailed sending dirt and rocks flying as it dug deep into the earth and sped through the trees. Behind them the world exploded.
With the demon influence gone the dark clouds brightened. Lightening flashed across the horizon, no longer blue black in color. It became a bright silver streak as it struck the battered truck sending the barrels of benzene flying through the air. The plastic shattered bathing the murky sulphur pool in a shower of benzene. The yellow liquid shivered and drew back as if it knew its time to die had come.
The murky pool curled back in on itself, shrinking beneath the chemicals onslaught. A whining eerie cry echoed from the gate as it melted away. Lightening split the sky once again striking the center of the pool. The clearing exploded in a bright flash of color. Fire bloomed from the depths of the pool as the Benzene completed its task. In one final burst of energy the gateway was destroyed.
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