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Chapter 17
"Dean? What bed do you want?" Sam asked his injured brother, as he first entered their new room and held the door open for him.
"Um. I'll have this one." Dean answered as he first tried out the beds, to see which one was more comfortable, which he then chose.
"We need to get some sleep. I think tomorrow we should leave this hotel. Then again we need to save those people and stop those creatures. But I still think we should move to a different place." Sam told his brother as he dumped the bags down on the floor.
"Yeah, Good thinking. Coz if they already know where you have been staying then they could come. I'm tired, so how about we leave tomorrow morning, OK?" Dean said as he made himself comfortable on his bed, then relaxed backwards into his pillows.
"Yeah. Hey man, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about getting this all started and for not realising it earlier." Sam said as he sat down on his own bed, facing his brother who was lying down on his back.
"Hey, No chick flick moments." Dean said seriously, but in a mocking way, as he put his hand up to stop him from saying anymore.
Sam let a quick smile flash across his face before he went back to acting normal. He sat down thinking of the next move in his plan while Dean had fallen asleep. After a while his eyelids started getting heavy and slowly started to get more and more closed. Eventually he was so tired he fell backwards into a deep sleep.
There was the silent sound of footsteps creeping up to their room, then they stopped just outside the door. Then there was the sound of whispers as the figures, which the footsteps belonged to, started to talk.
"Do we have to do this? They only did what we are trying to do, you know, stay alive and be free." One of the voices said with regret in it's voice.
"If we don't do this then we will never be free." Another voice answered.
"I still think this is ridiculous. Doing a job for our master who we are later going to kill, then to run away." The first voice answered back.
"Shut up. You always moan at anything. This is our plan and we are going to do it. Now hurry up and smash the door down." The second voice replied louder.
The door then flew off the hinges into the room they were talking outside. At the same time the windows were smashed and the dark figures started jumping in and bustling through the door. They had entered and surrounded the two men lying on the beds.
At the same time as the smashing in, the youngest man sat up on the bed. He looked around the room and there was hardly an space not covered by these creatures. He glanced across at his brother who surprisingly hadn't woken up. He shouted his name but there was no movement. After admitting defeat from shouting at his brother to wake up, he had a better idea to take his shoe off, as he had fallen asleep with his clothes on, and lob it at him. While doing this the figures didn't move a muscle, they just stood there staring at him.
"Huh? What the hell?" The older brother said after waking up from the impact of the shoe hitting his head, to then be startled by seeing more of those creatures surrounding them.
"We are sorry to do this. Dean?" The creature asked, making sure it was talking to the right person.
"Sorry for what? Waking me up? Well I guess I could forgive you." He joked back at the creatures around him.
"No. Us Vamons need to be freed so you and your brother need to come with us, to our master. If you don't we were told to use force, especially on you." The second creature said.
"Well I'm sorry but me and my brother will have to refuse your kind offer." Dean cockily said back.
"Fine, but just remember, Sammy, this was your brother's fault." The second creature said as it jerked its head when it was talking to Sam.
The creatures then piled onto Dean with their knife fingers, and picked him up on them as they walked out the room. They then knocked Sam unconscious.
Sam sat up in a cold sweat after yet again another vision. He quickly looked at his watch and noticed it was two fifteen. He glanced across at his brother who was still there with his right hand under the bottom pillow, it was encase of an unexpected guest so he always had his knife at the ready, and lying down on his front in a black shirt and boxers.
'Vamons? That was what they called themselves. Wait they said they wanted to be free. If I can remember the time then maybe I could think of a way to help them, and persuade them to accept my help. My watch. When I was taking off my shoe I swear it said quarter past three.' Sam quickly got up and started to pack all their stuff again.
"Hey! Dean!" He shouted at his brother, as he pushed him hard on his shoulder.
"What the hell are you doing Sammy?" Dean sleepily replied as he slowly sat up on his bed.
"I had a vision, a revelation. The Vamons are coming and will be here in about an hour. We need to either go now or stay and help them." Sam quickly said as he was paced from one side of the room to the other.
"Slow down. Vamons? Help them? Would you tell me what this is all about?" Dean said as he was more awake.
"Oh, right. Well in my vision those creatures came. They said they were called Vamons and that they needed us so that they could be free. So all they wanted was to be free. They are coming tonight at about quarter past three and I was thinking that we could help them." Sam said as his short speech.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm not helping these creatures after they nearly killed me. Anyway why do they need us?" Dean replied back more alert of what Sam was talking about.
"I don't know why they need us because you went and got yourself killed before I could find out. But before you died, they did say something about their master needing us so they could become free." The younger brother told Dean.
"Well it wasn't my fault I got myself killed in your vision." Dean answered back trying not to sound bad for getting himself killed.
"I know, I was only joking. Anyway one of the Vamons clearly didn't want to kill us but they must really want to be free. I still think we should help them." Sam pleaded his brother.
"If this doesn't work then we're dead, you do know that?"
"Yeah I do, but trust me."
There was a few moments quiet after Sam said about trust. A few days ago it was Dean saying how he should trust him.
"I do trust you, Sammy." Dean answered after giving a inner laugh to the thought, "So what is your idea to help these 'Vamons'?"
"I was thinking of just talking to them."
"Just talking? Well tell me if that all works out." Dean said before he got up and started searching for a weapon.
"Dean?!" Sam shouted.
"What? I'm not just going to stay here and let them kill me again." He angrily spat back at his brother.
"Fine. I'll do this by myself. After all they did say they wanted me here alone in the first place." The younger brother bravely spoke back at the older one.
"No! I've had it up to here, with you thinking you are so brave and strong that you can do things on your own and running away." The eldest brother shouted while he raised his hand up in line with his forehead.
"I think you should go outside, while I sort out something for when they get here." Sam said with a lowered voice as he turned away from Dean. He couldn't bare to look in his brother's eyes.
"Fine! I'll probably be more use not being here, as I'll be outside in my car." Dean sulkily replied.
He quickly got dressed into some clothes from his bag then he barged past his brother, and left through the door. He had walked over to the trunk of his car and was getting some weapons encase it all went wrong. No matter how angry they got with each other, they did care. Later he was sitting in his car listening to Metallica, while he was keeping an eye out for their 'unexpected guests'. It was then about three o'clock when he saw the first of the creatures creeping across the car park to the hotel. He turned off the music to make sure he wouldn't get heard.
After he was sure the last of them had gone past, he then got out of the car. He stealthily snuck into the building behind the Vamons. He kept telling himself 'Sammy can do this. This is just a precaution.' As he held the gun in his right hand and the dagger, with the blade facing downwards, in the other.
During the time Dean was in the car, Sam had gotten back onto his bed pretending to be asleep. He suddenly heard the whispers of the creatures talking to one another outside his room.
"Do we have to do this? They only did what we are trying to do, you know, stay alive and be free." The first voice said, just like in his vision.
"If we don't do this then we will never be free." The familiar sound of the second voice argued back.
"I still think this is ridiculous. Doing a job for our master who we are later going to kill, then to run away." The first voice answered back.
"Shut up. You always moan at anything. This is our plan and we are going to do it. Now hurry up and smash the door down." The second voice replied louder.
Sam sat up just before the door and windows were smashed. The creatures bustled into the room and were surprised to see Sam calmly watching them enter the room. They looked around with confused looks on their dark, shadowy faces, it was probably about where Dean was. The largest of the creatures stepped forwards and bent down, looking eye to eye with Sam.
"Where is your brother?" The Vamon leader asked calmly, but eerily.
"You first tell me why you need me." Sam bravely answered back.
"Who says that we need you?" The creature said as he stood up straight.
"OK, I'll rephrase it. Why does your master need me?"
"Oh yes. I forgot you were the special one. So, where is Dean?"
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