Hey folks,
sooooo... thanks for your patience. I'm finally all back. And I'm back with another piece of Requiem. And, guys I tell you. I finally finished and wrapped it up all nicely.
I kinda like the ending. I think it fits... and I'm really interested what you all think about it. So, let me know.
But here the - well - almost last chapter ;)
He had refused treatment. He was fine. He had followed the gurneys being whisked away with his eyes.
The last minutes of their drive had been rough. Sam's condition had continued it's downward-spiral while they had rushed to the next hospital. Sam had been at least partly lucid for the first part of the drive. Dull, pain filled, unfocused eyes had darted around the passenger-compartment of the car; distressed and loaded with anguish they seemed to wait for another attack. But his strength had waned fast then. It was Dean's outcry that alerted them that things started to drift for the worse. Sam suddenly had slumped forward, boneless, his face hidden from their view.
Dean soon had grown frantic, telling them to hurry, his voice strong and demanding. All this had left him again as John had loosened his grip around Sam, helping an orderly of the hospital to drag Sam out of the car and from Dean. It had been as in the movies. Dean had fought his way out of the car, ready to pursue the gurney with his brother on. The moment he had stood his body had given in, too. His legs just folded under him as he cried out in pain. And Bobby blindly reached for him to break his fall. He could still feel the white pain that had run up his broken wrist as Dean's weight had taken them both down, more staff of the hospital suddenly surrounding them, with two more gurneys. But he was fine. He had just shrugged the helping hands off and... a hard hand on his shoulder let him whirl around and he found himself eye to eye with John Winchester.
He flinched as he was pushed backwards, hitting the wall behind him.
"What the hell happened tonight."
"He... I..." Bobby started, searching for words.
"Damn it, Bobby!" John's hands hit the wall on either side of his head, letting him flinch again.
"They were human, John. They attacked me in my bedroom. And he... I... he did a ritual. I know much stuff but I never heard of anything like that. It was a ritual to subdue human mind. He... made me drink my blood... gosh... John... I was there, all the time. But I was just a bystander, I had no will. I fought, but I couldn't help it... and then he laughed at me and everything was suddenly so clear. So lucid again and... I... I... I don't know why you stopped Dean. You shouldn't have. I wasn't strong enough to fight him... it..."
Bobby's eyes cast downwards, searching the floor. But a small bark of unamused laughter let him look up again.
John stood still hands on either side of his head but he shook his head at Bobby.
"Bobby, do you really believe I would have been able to STOP Dean from killing you? Do you?"
He looked into the pale face of the older hunter.
"If he would have killed you... if he was really intent to kill you. I couldn't have stopped him. You'd have been dead, before my hand would have grabbed his wrist. Somehow Dean knew..."
John studied the older man's gaze.
"I was at the house, Bobby. I saw what he did with the two men. He was a nasty bastard and it wasn't the first time he played his games with us. Elkin talked about "The Traitor". The one who would betray human race. He thought Sammy was this betrayer and he asked for help in this fight. In his war. In his legacy. But god doesn't send help like this." John told Bobby, snapping his fingers.
"Elkin saw this vision of the Traitor, the one to deceive man. And he feared it. And he spread his fears and hate. And as he asked for help, he got help offered. Benjamin, his protégé. Or better the force that took hold on Benjamin. Because it was Judas, the Traitor himself; dark as a shadow, stinking like rotten. So, Elkin's prophecy was true, because there was a Traitor. But destiny didn't mean my son to be the Traitor, but Elkin's own to be the one that would deceive."
His eyes searched Bobby's.
"Where do you know all this from?" Bobby asked hoarsely, his chalky white face alarmingly glistening with sweat.
"Because he told me his name Bobby."
John reached out as the older man suddenly slumped forward.
"I need some help here!" he cried out, trying to keep his hold on Bobby. Orderlies hurried to his aid and helped him to place the older hunter on a gurney. He'd known this would happen sooner or later. Now it was only him to wait, he contemplated as he followed the gurney wheeling Bobby away with tired and burning eyes.
...
"No!" he screamed on the top of his voice. Watching as the glistening silver came down in a shimmering arc. He lunged, but it was too late. With a sickening noise the silver pierced the skin of his son. The agonized scream turned almost immediately in a gurgled plea for help that stopped the moment blood started to run down his son's chin, coming from his nose and mouth.
The shadow still holding the cross turned its head, suddenly wore Bobby's face and smiled Bobby's smile. With a snicker it pointed to another lump on the far wall of the cave.
John's frozen mind followed the outstretched arm and he could feel his sanity falling apart as he could see Dean nailed to the caves wall by silvery spikes, his eyes open, death...
The shadow let go of his son, an awful laugh erupting from the depth of its throat as it followed Sam's body hitting the ground. Then it stared back at John, seemingly enjoying the other man's horrors.
"Do you think you can stop me by a simple kill, John?" it asked, looking at him, challenging.
John stared at it, his mind blank, his world shattered.
The shadow with Bobby's face pointed to yet another lump, pinned to the cave's wall and at the moment John recognized the shape the shadow gave up on Bobby's features, leaving a dark hole where Bobby's face had been only seconds before.
"I'm not something you can kill, any human could kill. I'm lingering in the soul and the thoughts in your minds. I'm feeding of your fears, your hate and your anger. And when there's enough. I'm rising. You killed my host and through you I'll become whole again. I'll be there when the time is right, just out of reach in the corner of your mind."
John could almost feel the sneer of the dark shadow as it continued:
"So John, tell me... what do you fear most?"
TBC...
So? Was it worth to wait for the continuation???