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"That was really stupid Johnny."
Dean's eyes widened, showing his fear now more than ever. Sam bit his lip, holding back screams of rage at the demon and annoyance at his father for shooting the demon. John pumped his fist backward, jerking the gun down, as if scolding himself for his stupid, impulsive act.
"Please," Mary begged "Just let our son's go."
"Oh sure." The demon said sarcastically "After all this work, and after your husband shot me, I'm gonna let your sons go." He made a spitting sound and rolled his eyes "Look lady, I ain't even done with these boys yet." He said, turning to Sam and Dean. Dean looked away, not wanting the demon to see his terror, but Sam stared him in the eye, head on. Not breaking his terrifying glare. "I've got plans for you boys." He said, now grinning.
"What kind of plans?" Sam spat
"Soon enough, both of you will be fighting on my side." The demon laughed
"We'd never fight for you."
"Oh…" he started, sauntering over to Sam, and standing inches from his face "You will." He turned around "It was nice seeing you again, John, Mary." He nodded at the two parents.
And with a snap of his fingers he, his servants, and the Winchester sons were gone.
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Sam awoke in a dark room, unsure of when he had passed out. He arms were tied behind him and his feet tied to the wall.
"Dean?" he called into the darkness, voice rough. He got a cough in response. Sam turned to the direction of the cough and could see a silhouette in the darkness, up against the wall to his right. "Dean?" he called again, this time louder
"Present." His older brother coughed again.
Sam let out a choked, relieved laugh "You ok?"
"Just peachy." He said sarcastically "What about you?"
"Well, I'm not hurt."
He could hear Dean let out a sigh of relief and muttered "Good." It was then that Sam realized Dean was panting.
Sam was about to ask Dean if he was ok but a not so distant sound stopped him. A click sounded followed by a slit of light across the room under, what Sam assumed to be, a door. Sam got a better look at Dean now. His clothes were dirtier than before and he had blood trickling from a new gash in his forehead, and a busted lip. Sam was cut off from his 'What did they do to you?' question by the door flying open and blinding light filled the dark room. Sam and Dean squeezed their eyes shut from the light. Sam opened his eyes again when he heard the demon possessed man walk past him. Sam watched as Dean began to struggle as the man cam closer. Sam got an even better look now and saw Dean's shirt had bloodstains on it.
"Get away from him!" Sam cried, now struggling too.
"Oh don't worry, Sammy boy." Came a voice from the doorway, Sam turned to see two of the demon possessed walking to him. "You're coming with us this time."
"This time?"
"Well, you weren't awake, so you didn't get to join in last time."
"What did you do to him last time!" Sam asked, enraged
"You'll never know, Sammy."
"It's Sam." He barked
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Dean stopped his meager attempts to get away as the men dragged him down the hallway. He could hear Sam yelling and struggling as several of the demon's lackeys dragged them to The Room.
Dean heard the familiar creek of the stone door to The Room open. He felt himself being dragged through the doorway and to the stage. He felt himself being strapped to the chair by invisible bonds. He even heard Sam being strapped down too; he could hear Sam's annoyed and confused grunts as he fought against the invisible rope tying them to the chairs.
But Dean didn't open his eyes.
He didn't want the memories of what went on here to come back…not what happened a few hours ago or what happened a year ago.
"Open your eyes Dean." He heard that all too familiar voice say. "Open them." Dean felt his eyes involuntarily open. "That's better." He was greeted by the grinning face of the demon.
"Who first, Sir?" one of the men asked
"This one," he said gesturing to Dean "He's been so much trouble I want his ass done first." He spun around to Dean "Now, Dean, let's do this." He said, grinning
"Do what?" Dean tried not to stutter, but failed
The demon merely smiled and placed his hand on Dean's forehead. Dean could feel himself go cold and for a moment thought he was going to die.
But them something happened. A strange mist circled around Dean He screwed his eyes shut, fighting it.
"Come on Dean, walk to Daddy."
"Do you think Sammy's big enough to throw a football yet, Dean?"
"Momma, what happened to grandma?"
"Come on Sammy…say 'Dean' you can do it!"
"Dean, why aren't mommy and daddy home yet?"
"Good shot Dean! You fired that gun all by yourself!"
"Dean, I'm scared of the storm…can I sleep in your bed tonight?"
"Hold the gun like this Sammy…that way you won't fall back when you fire it."
"Dean, where have you been all night?"
"I want to go to college, but I can't leave you guys."
"I want you to have you dreams, boys. I really do."
"You two go on the hunt by your selves, it's a simple one."
"Oh god, SAMMY! Get up! Please get up Sammy!"
"My name's Missouri, Dean. I'm going to help you."
"Dean—it's me—Sam, your brother!"
"Remembering as much as you have is amazing progress."
"Say good night, Dean." Dean was freezing, but then something strange happened. He felt the hand leave his forehead, he heard a loud crash and loud cries. He felt all the heat suddenly come back to his body. He felt overheated, suffocated. His head felt like it was about to explode. He felt his own body, ignoring his orders to get up and open his eyes, go limp and fall forward, out of the chair.
"Dean!" He heard Sam call, he could feel his baby brother at his side
'It's all gonna be ok now, Sammy.' He thought, and his world went black.
Explanation for my absence: PLEASE READ!
Ok, so I live in the city of NY known for its snow. But we haven't had snow this early in 100 years. Most of the trees hadn't lost their leaves yet so when this freak snowstorm hit a lot of the trees weren't ready. 90 of the trees here were damaged or destroyed. About 12 people died and a quarter of a million people still don't have power, and this storm was Thursday evening! Our city, and most of the surrounding cities around us, have been in a State of Emergency since Thursday night.
We lost cable (10 MINUTES BEFORE THE NEW SUPERNATURAL CAME ON! (kicks wall)) and just got it back at about 3 o'clock today. We haven't had school since last Thursday and won't have it again till Monday because most of the streets are still covered in tree limbs and trunks.
Our back yard was destroyed and half of our beautiful tree, that holds our swing, is gone. We finally finished cleaning up yesterday and, with the help of our whole street, our street is now clean too. But I think we're still in a State of Emergency. My family, out of the rest of our family, are the only ones with power and heat…so we're the lucky ones!
It's insane, yes. But since we didn't have cable that meant no Internet, which meant not updates for you guys. But even if we did have it I most likely wouldn't have updated anyway because we've had so much work and cleaning to do.
So yea…I'm sorry again guys! But it's not my fault! Blame Mother Nature. She's not one of those nice mothers who bakes you cookies and tells you she loves you for no reason, she's one of the mothers who calls you a failure and blames you for all her problems.
Anyway, I'm just glad I finally got this chapter up! Hope you guys are still reading!
Sorry again!
-claire
PS: I just saw the ep. On Youtube (big smiles) Poor Dean! (hugs)