Hey folks,
sorry that you had to wait that long for the continuation. I knew where the story was heading, but I had to work on it to make it nice.
Also Dean would run because of MAJOR-CHICK-FLICK up ahead!! Sorry, don't know, maybe it's the Autumn-weather.
Hope you'll still like it. Thanks to Romi, because she spiced this up a little. You're the BESTEST!!
Now enjoy, and tell me what you think...
He looked around scared, not knowing how he got there. It was dark and the rain kept pouring down, drenching him, water running into his eyes and down his face.
A flash lit up the night, illuminating the field he knelt in and he closed his eyes in fright as the thunder rolled over him.
After that the night went quiet. He couldn't hear the rain anymore pounding down, the lightning continued, but no thunder followed.
Opening his eyes he froze as he stared at the shadow only a few feet away; a shadow without a face. It looked at him and he felt the fine hairs on his neck starting to rise, his skin prickled suddenly covered in goose-bumps and his breath came out in small white puffs.
The figure looked at him for a moment longer, then raised his arm and Dean saw the Rainbow starting to form right between the two. With a chilly, evil voice spoken from invisible lips the shadow whispered: "Make your wish…"
...
John must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew was a high-pitched scream ripping him from his slumber, followed by a rumbling thunder.
Without thinking he was on his feet, the hunting-knife he kept under his pillow in his hand and bolted out the room towards the place the scream had come from. The boy's room.
Crashing through door he stopped, keeping the knife in a steady hold as he flicked the lights on in search for a foe.
He saw the open window and the destroyed line of salt that had protected the room.
Rain had washed most of it away and the wind let the curtains waver. Sammy, who'd been at the window whirled around, his eyes wide in fear his curly brown hair already plastered at his head, as he too was drenched from the downpour. He could see his little boy's lower jaw tremble as he tried hard not to cry, while he looked at his dad, his eyes pleading for help.
"Dee!" the small boy said, his voice quavering as his little arm pointed at the window.
John had closed the distance between his baby-boy and him in a few steps, scooping the little boy up in his arms, while Sam still kept his arm outstretched, repeating: "Dee! Bad Rainbow…" He felt Sam flinch as another lighting stroke, illuminating the darkness outside long enough for John to see what agitated Sam so much. He almost lost hold on his youngest as he watched the small frame that knelt in the dirt.
Lighting started to strike faster and faster, hitting the ground around Dean and the dark shadow that stood a few feet away from him. Another lightning struck but this time it remained and much to John's terror he saw the figure raising his arm and a Rainbow started to form; starting on the ground between Dean and the dark shadow and ending in the lightning.
With a shrill scream he shouted Dean's name as he saw his boys arms stretch out to touch the Rainbow, knowing he mustn't touch it.
He turned around seeing Bobby staying behind him, watching the scene unfold outside, pushing the now screaming Sam into his friend's arms as he grabbed for the silver-knife, dashing out the door and bolted down the stairs and out of the house.
The rain drenched him almost immediately, but he didn't care as he ran on. He watched Dean's fingers about to touch the Rainbow, screaming out his name to get his attention but it was too late. He saw his boy crumble as Dean's fingers connected with the Rainbow, the rain that fell turned immediately into a sticky red mass, starting from his son and the dark figure towering over him.
John froze on the spot, only a mere feet away, the air suddenly full of whispers and taunting.
The Rainbow and the lightning diminishing slowly and with it the figure.
He woke from his stupor, raising the arm with the knife and let go.
It flew in a perfect bow aiming for the creature that looked up at him and locked eyes… time stood still…
He saw Dean kneeling on the wet ground, feeling his fright as he watched the shadow, ready to flee at any unusual movement.
Dean was soaked, his hair plastered on his head, his breath coming out in small, uncontrolled white puffs. A shiver ran through him as he watched the creature that continued it's scrutiny for a moment longer, than raised it's arm and Dean saw the Rainbow starting to form right between the two.
With a chilly, evil voice spoken from invisible lips the shadow whispered: "Make your wish…"
He saw the emotions running over Dean's features. Fright, Hope, Love, Sadness… and slowly Dean reached out his hand, his voice hitching as he spoke almost inaudible: "I want Mommy to be alive…"
His fingers connected with the Rainbow and a jolt went through his frame, letting him crumble boneless to the floor…
… then the fraction of a second was over and the knife hit the dark figure. The force let the creature tumble backwards and slump. For a moment the Rainbow seemed to linger, it's diminishing stopped. A small part of the light broke loose and came down on Dean's form in a sparkling rain.
Then the Rainbow and the frozen lightning vanished, leaving the world in complete darkness and the downpour stopped leaving all in dead-silence.
John fell to his knees beside Dean, his hands hovering over the small boys body. From somewhere behind he could hear Sammy's wailing and Bobby screaming his name. But he ignored both, looking at the small frame in front of him, not daring to touch.
Then the first sob escaped him, his shoulders shaking.
"Not at that cost…" he whispered, his hands finally finding enough strength to touch. He sat there, his oldest son cradled in his arms, tears streaking his face, as he held onto him.
"Not at that cost…" he repeated, rocking back and forth. "NOT AT THAT COST!!"
"Daddy…" it was barely audible. Letting him stop his back and forth, his breath catching in his throat. "Daddy…" he looked down into Dean's small face, seeing the emerald green watching him intently, eyes shiny with unshed tears.
"Dean?!" he asked confused, needing a moment to understand and comprehend what was happening. And then, as it finally settled he hugged his son even more close, continuing his rocking, kissing Dean's forehead over and over again and repeated the name: "Dean… Dean… Dean……"
...
Morning came beautiful and golden.
He sat there, watching his boys sleep. He didn't dare to let his thoughts wander, to fresh was the memory of the previous night. Dean lying there, motionless… he shook his head to clear it from the dark memento. John had eventually found the strength to get up, keeping Dean pressed close to him, watching as his eyes drift close again and carried him back to the house.
Both boys were tugged in in his bed afterwards, Sammy insisted to sleep beside his brother, his small arm lying across Dean's middle, while his head rested on Dean's shoulder.
His smile grew as he saw Dean's nose twitch as the first sun-rays tickled him.
Gentle green eyes looked at him sleepily and John stood and stretched, crouching down right beside Dean, his hand ruffling the boys hair.
"Hey sport. You feeling alright?" he asked. He held his breath while waiting for an answer.
"I… hurt." Dean's voice was a mere whisper.
John could feel himself start to tremble as his smile faded, his hand stopping the stroking movement through Dean's hair.
"Where…" he stopped as he saw the tears in the boys eyes.
"I wanted to have her back so badly…" Dean's voice was broken by a sob before he continued. "We read this story about the Rainbow… and… and at it's end, you can ask for something your heart wishes the most…" Dean hiccuped, looking up at his father.
"I… I wanted it to be true. I wanted it to bring Mommy back, so Sam could meet her… but… but it isn't, is it? It's bad. And I couldn't bring her back to me… to us…"
John felt like being slapped in the face. He stared down at the tear-stricken face, then gently grabbed for Dean, pulling him out from under Sammy.
"It's going to be alright!" he told Dean as he started again to soothe the sobs that wracked the small body.
"It's going to be alright!"
Also Dean didn't know, the Rainbow had granted a wish. Although it hadn't brought back Mary, it had brought back Dean from the abyss he'd been… and for that John was grateful.
FIN
Thanks for reading!!
-Lee