The Truth about Dean Winchester

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CHAPTER 08

Before: After eating Dean looked to the door, obviously this was test 2, but what was it. Cautiously he went to the door and examined it. It looked ok. No strings, it did not even look locked, which was strange. The door was made of wood oak to be exact and had a window at the top. So having learned from the chains that nothing was ever as it seemed he moved the sofa closer to the door and put a chair on top so that he could look thought the top window. On looking though the window he immediately hoped he was now on the 2nd floor but on rolling back a rug he found that he was now facing a concrete floor. The door was the only way out and what stood behind it was going to kill him if he got this wrong.

You may ask what was in the room next door, well from what could be seen from the window there was a hard concrete floor, so there was no soft sofa to land on. Also there was a very think cable connected to the door handle which came from a rather large and unfortunately powerful looking generator. The trap was ingenious if the door was opened even a little, the carefully balanced wires would fall to the floor and electrify anything touching them. Unfortunately for Dean the floor was covered in the water from the above room and thus anyone standing on the floor would be killed instantly.

Escape though the window was his first thought but the window was high up and the drop would hurt. He looked around the room hoping for a solution. Actually the solution was relatively easy but hard to put into practice especially since even with eating the sandwich he was getting tired, and the un-natural hunger he was feeling had nothing to do with food - he had to admit to himself time was running out for him. Pushing the sofa to the door was hard enough, but what he considered his only shot at getting though the door unhurt and relatively in good condition would need a little more work. Really there was no other choice so he started to take the two large cushions off the sofa and take the table apart.

You see what he needed and lucky for him the top of the table would fit though the window was a safe place to land. So first thing he dragged the top of the table to the sofa and put it vertically up against the door then he took the cushions off the sofa. His idea was simply he would push the table top though the window, and then push the cushions though hoping they landed on top of the table. The table would insulate the cushions from the water logged floor and hopefully the cushions would give him a soft landing when he went though the window. Of course as soon as the table landed the entire floor would be electrified, because the wires would fall when the table top fell. So he had one shot at this and it had to work.

So taking a deep breath after pushing the cushions though and throwing one of the table legs so it landed leaning on the cushions, he jumped and landed on the cushions with a ouch. Quickly he use the table leg to get the wire out of the water so that he could now walk around, then he turned off the generator, and saw a electronic clock start a 10 minute count down. Fuck was one of the few words he said while looking for another way out and quickly.

He saw another door over the other side of the room and upon tentatively and gentle opening it, he found a set of stairs going up. He knew this was just too easy but there was no other choice and his clock was definitely running.

Taking the steps two at a time he hoped that this stairway would lead to a way out. There where no windows and no light, and he tried not to think about the creatures who could be here, as he brushed the cobwebs away. Mentally counting down he figured he had 8 minutes left, and he did not know how high the stairs went. The thought of passing though all this to be buried under a load of rumble was not a possibility he wanted to think about, so he almost passed by the door on the floor above but he couldn't his pendent was hanging on the other side and he would not leave without it. Attentively he tried the handle to find actually to his relief that the door was unlocked. Obviously his father had not thought he would get this far, so grabbing his pendent he continued his flight up the stairs. Suddenly holding his pendent he felt better, he could move easier, his strength was returning and then he realized the final truth, his mother or at least whoever gave her the pendent must have known the truth and instead of killing them gave them a chance to live and live he would.

Finally after another floor he reached the top of the stairs out of breath and anger building, he faced a steel door and realized he had about 3 minutes left... Banging on the door, he hoped for a minute that he was somewhere civilized, where someone would hear him but quickly realized that probably he was not so there must be something. 2 minutes. he leaned against the wall, it was all for nothing and then the wall moved. immediately he was up and pushing at the wall, it was stiff with age and rusty but slowly painfully slowly it turned, to reveal a weapons closet. 1 minute to go he hid in the closet hoping that when it happened the blast would blow the steel door open while the steel door to the closet would protect him from the blast. Not a perfect solution but with 30 seconds to go, it was the best he could do. As he counted down the seconds, he wondered where was his father, was Sammy ok, could he call pastor Jim or bobby, that is if he could find a phone. Then his world turned upside down and for the second time in his life there was fire everywhere - His 30 seconds where up.

Dean did not know how long he was out but when he awake he squinted and closed his eyes against the sun. It stung like a bad burn all over and he felt hunger and thirst. His clothes was tattered by the blast and he knew he had been burnt down his leg and on his back, but he was out and has he looked around he saw that he was in what appeared to be a abandoned house or what was a house before the blast tore it apart. There was a car outside but on looking at it he thought that it too could be another trap, so he ignored it and started to walk on what he hoped was the road into town, any town with a phone. Then after about 2 miles feeling like he could not go on another step he saw a phone, one of those phone booths put out just in case you break down. Now he had a problem who could he call Pastor Jim No, he seemed to be too eager to have he come over and had probably discovered by now that Dean had given him a bogus address, Dad he shivered no he had survived what his dad had done, he needed a place of safety, a place to rest and get healed, maybe even a burger raw very raw. Just that thought made his mouth water, the thought of a nice juicy rare burger. The grease dripping off always reminded him of dripping blood, and he realized he need to feel blood, and there was no place to get that. He was spinning out of control and he knew it. There was only one person he could call, the same person who told him to run.. Bobby.

It rang once and then got picked up, and Bobby on hearing nothing but breathing shallow breathing said Dean just tell me where you are.. Dean looked around and told Bobby the address that was on the phone booth, just before everything went black. Bobby heard the address and the sound of Dean collapsing in the booth, luckily Dean was only about 30 miles away and bobby broke all the speed limits to get to him, not even knowing how he was or even if he was still alive at all. All Bobby did know was that John had better not ever come to call because if Dean was passed saving, Bobby would not be responsible for his actions against John.

Next Chapter: Dean wakes up, Booby get furious, John returns and Pastor Jim has a lot to say to everyone.