Pain And Confusion.
Summary. . . . . . Icy weather, pain, confusion. One man walks alone, feeling all three.
Disclaimer. . . . . Sam and Dean belong to Kripkie, the plot and mistakes are all mine.
A.N. . . . . . Thanks to everyone for reading, hope you enjoy chapter 2.
Frozen rain began to fall, plastering his already sweat soaked hair to his pulsating head and piercing his skin like thousands of razor sharp needles, their biting rawness penetrating to his marrow, increasing the chill he was already feeling. A sneeze tore it's way past a raw and inflamed throat, the movement causing intense aggravation and misery to rocket from all other parts of his being, yet more crimson staining the bleak landscape as his coughing took hold of him again, draining him of more of his failing reserves.
As his leaden limbs gave way beneath him and he crashed once again to the frozen unforgiving earth, he looked through glassy eyes seeing nothing but austere tree branches, frosted thickets and a blanket of white, so bright it sent piercing sharp stabs of pain bouncing around his brain, forcing him to slam his eyes tightly closed, small whimpers of pain escaping his mouth as even that small effort seemed to create an agonizing response. He rested his back against the bark of an oak tree, it's rough irregular ridges pressing uncomfortably against his throbbing, bruised and battered back; each ridge feeling like a ton weight prodding his skin, a weight that was trying desperately to worm it's way inside.
No matter his discomfort, he remained seated, the snow melting around him from the irregular heat of his body, soaking it's way through the fibers of his denim jeans to seep into his pores, freezing his insides even further, yet creating no shivers. Deep down he knew he should be worried about that, yet bone weary tired, and numb with pain, he just couldn't force himself to worry too much. He pulled his good leg up so that it bent at the knee and rested his heavy head upon the threadbare cloth, his arms falling lethargically, loosely to the floor, as the blackness that had threatened to take him for so long encroached and claimed him for it's victim. As the raw, frigid chill penetrated further into his flesh, the small puffs of heated air escaping his mouth gradually started to abate until all that remained to show that life still lingered, was the occasional shallow rise and fall of his torso.
He felt comfort in the warmth he created in his mind, his aches and pains vanishing leaving him feeling refreshed and seeking it's heat all the more. He willed his confused brain to allow his body to wallow deeper into the security he felt there, yet something prevented him from succeeding; an excruciating agony that reverberated from his cheek to rattle his pummeled cranium, an agony that refused to let up making him return to a world of torture and anguish. Wearily he tried to force fatigued eyes open, managing mere slits before they fell once more. As the drumming continued, seeming to gain in strength, he attempted to try again this time succeeding were he had previously failed. Foggy lenses strived to focus on the object of his discomfort, his heart palpitating as the blurry outline of a figure flashed before him forcing broken, faltering memories to surface and batter his thoughts, and his body to cower and unconsciously retreat from the threat he perceived.
He flailed with leaden limbs at the arm that tried to stall him, to keep him, all the while forcing his aching body to scoot further away, as images played in his mind, images of creatures and beasts that sent fear pulsating through his veins and clenched his stomach into a tight knot. He keened slightly as his beaten back collided cruelly with the callous bark of yet another colossus obstruction and realization struck that there was nowhere to go, that the thing stalking him was about to become the victor and claim it's spoils. As he waited for the deadly blow to arrive he wondered if this thing had been one to put him in this position in the first place. As the shape crowded his ailing vision yet again, he closed his eyes and mind and awaited his destiny, startling slightly when all that seemed to happen was the annoying agonizing tapping and the timbre of spoken words sounded harshly out.
He ignored the voice as the fear festered deep within him. Willed silently for the beast to finish what it had started, to take away all the pain and confusion, and allow his body to finally rest in peace, but it seemed as though the beast wanted to toy with him, play with his meal, as all it seemed to do was stop it's tapping and instead move to running it's fingers through his sweat soaked hair; something which ignited a minute spark of recognition deep within his mind, yet not enough to allow him to recognize it for what it was, comfort. He attempted to move away again from the touch that caused pain, causing the beast to growl out in what he thought to be displeasure, and himself to stall his actions as the fear twisted all the tighter. Resigning himself to fate, he stopped battling and opened himself up for the taking.
The voice spoke again as all the fight left his body on the breath of one deep sigh, this time words breaking through the clouds that had taken control of his mind, a name he didn't quite pick up and a request, a pleading to allow help to be given. As the name sounded out again, this time with an added touch of familiarity, yet more memories assaulted his brain making him gasp out in pain as they played out, and recollection of who he was came crashing back.
A beast bending over him as life was sucked out of his body; a child crying on his bed as realization that their father was staying away again struck home; a figure laying prone on the ceiling, dripping blood onto his face before being engulfed in flames; strong arms pulling him away from the same fire and the grief that threatened to overwhelm him; the strange feeling of strangulation, the gasping for air, the acceptance of death, the same hands releasing the bonds; vicious, brutal blows raining down on him before a single shot sounded out; saying goodbyes as a demon virus wormed it's way through his veins; the callous back stabbing and the finality of life ending; all these visions and more crashed over him like a breaker hitting rock, choking him, drowning him, engulfing him, until the voice spoke again and the world began to right itself.
"Sammy!"
To Be continued. . . . . . .
A.N. . . . . Well did you guess right? At the end of the first chapter I was still unsure which brother it should be, having a plotline mapped out for both, I hope that you like the road I took in the end? Will catch you soon, Peanut x
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