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TWILIGHT

Chapter 11

Kerri woke when she felt the blankets pull. Her hearing was slowly returning, though she could still hear a high pitched whine accompanied by what sounded like a washing machine running inside her head. It took her tired eyes several minutes to focus, but when they did her heart stopped. Sam wasn't there and she could have sworn that she felt a cold wind blowing from the kitchen.

Her trepidation growing with each passing moment, Kerri pushed herself off the sofa and went into the other room, hoping against hope that Sam had simply gone to the bathroom. But she knew, without a doubt that that wasn't the case. No, things in their lives were never that easy. The air grew colder the closer she got to the kitchen, the basement door swinging in the icy gale, the shadow of a small boy visible just outside the kitchen window.

Kerri ran back into the living room, her heart beating faster than she ever thought possible. How in the world had that think managed to get Sam outside? And how didn't Dean wake up when his brother walked by? She was convinced that the brothers had some kind of sixth sense when it came to each other. Dean always seemed to know when Sam was hurt, just like Sam always seemed to know when his brother needed comfort. It was something that had always amazed her, and the fact that it didn't seem to be working now scared her even more.

"Dean. Dean, wake up." Kerri shook her friend but Dean remained motionless, his body falling limp in her hands. She shook him again, but his head only lolled a bit with the force and then settled once more on the worn fabric. "Come on, Dean, wake up! That thing's got Sam!"

But still nothing happened, and she knew that, as soon as Sam made it to the forest, she may not be able to get him back out.

"Evelyn." Kerri began, shaking her sister slightly before gathering up what little supplies they had. "Come on, Ev, wake up." She prodded, as the little girl's eyes slowly slid open.

It was obvious by both the heat radiating off her, and the glazed look in her eyes that the fever was getting worse. But Kerri knew that there was nothing she could do about it at the moment. Evelyn would be fine for a while, but Sam was in danger at that very moment.

It broke her heart to have to chose between Sam and her sister, and it was something that she could not do lightly. But, desperate times called for desperate measures and she knew that, in that instant, Sam needed her more. And that was something she couldn't just turn her back on.

"I have to get Sam."

"Please don't go." Evelyn whimpered, wrapping her arms around her sister's neck, the older girl having to strain to hear her.

"I have to, Sam's outside. I have to get him." Kerri spoke softly as she pulled her sister from her neck.

"What about Dean?" Even though she was sure her sister was speaking at a normal level, to Kerri it sounded as though Evelyn was whispering.

"I can't wake him up."

"What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know, but I'm gonna need you to be brave. Can you do that for me?"

Evelyn just nodded, her big, pale eyes never leaving her sister.

"Ok. I'm gonna go outside and get Sam back. I want you to stay her and try to wake Dean."

"Will he leave, too?"

"I don't know, sweetie. But we won't let anything get you."

"That's what you said to Sam and now he's missing."

"Look, Ev, I know things are bad right now. But me and Dean aren't going to let that thing outside win. That's why I have to go. I have to get Sam back. I promised."

"Ok. Just don't let that thing take you."

"Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it." Kerri smiled, kissing her little sister's forehead before turning back to the kitchen. She gave Dean one more shake, but he still wouldn't wake. Knowing that there was no other choice she scooped up one of the two shotguns, filling her pockets with consecrated iron rounds before heading towards the basement stairs, and the raging storm beyond.

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Sam stumbled again, sinking down into the knee deep mud as he struggled across the flooding fields. He was freezing and he was scared, but he knew he had to get to the forest, had to get to Dean. He could hear him yelling for help, yelling for his dad. But Sam knew that their dad was away, and he also knew that he had to save his brother. He didn't know what he would do without Dean, didn't know what would happen to him if his big brother wasn't there.

He shook a little, quickening his pace, the forest looming ever closer. He had to find Dean, had to bring him back to the house, had to save him. He didn't know why his brother had gone to the forest, didn't know why he had left the protection of the house, all he knew was that he was in trouble, that he had been trapped by the watcher.

He stopped in his tracks, turning when he heard a faint voice echoing through the still raging storm. He squinted his eyes against the deluge, peering over the fields, trying to see who was yelling. Kerri. It was Kerri. He could see the older girl running across the field, stumbling as the wind blew at her. And then, suddenly, he heard another scream, one echoing from deep within the forest. It was terrifying and gut-wrenching, and it was unmistakably Dean.

He stood there for a moment, at a total loss at what do to. He knew he should stay and wait for Kerri, knew that it was better to have back up when going against something evil. But he also knew that Dean was alone, at the hands of a monster, and that he was running out of time. With one last look at the struggling girl behind him, Sam turned and continued back towards the forest, his mind focused on just one thing.

He never heard Kerri's screams, never saw the twisted smile of the watcher. No, all he knew, all he understood at that moment was that Dean was in trouble, and it was up to him to save him.

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Kerri screamed out in blind frustration when she saw Sam turn back towards the forest, his little legs carrying him quicker than was possible. He was in some kind of trance, being lured away by the spirit, and she wasn't able to stop him. She knew that the thing had done something to him, knew that it had done something to Dean, but she just didn't know what. And then, it suddenly dawned on her.

It was the music, the watcher was using the music to control them. But her sister was already sick, already effected by the being, and even though her hearing had returned, it was still weak at best, the storms making her deaf once more. No, the only people the music could reach were Sam and Dean, and it had definitely reached them. She struggled harder against the freezing winds, knowing that the entity was only minutes away from tearing apart all of their lives, only moments away from tearing apart the Winchesters. And there was no way that she was going to let that happen.

They were her family, maybe not by blood, but that never really mattered to her. Sam and Dean had meant the world to her ever since she had met them, and she wasn't about to loss either of them now. No, they were supposed to kill the thing that had killed their mothers, they were supposed to grow up and be happy, to be hunters like their father. They weren't supposed to be lost here, on a dark night, in a place they had always believed to be safe.

The winds died down as soon as she stepped into the forest, the tall trees blocking out the gale. It was eerily silent, almost like stepping into another world and she couldn't help but shiver. She swept her flashlight across the trees, holding the shotgun tightly, ready to take whatever lay before her head on. She swore quietly when the ringing in her ears increased, the wind obviously having done damage to her already injured ears. She had hoped that she would have been able to hear Sam, to follow him, but that was obviously no longer the case.

So instead, she shone her light around, finally deciding to take the only path she could find, a path that lead her deeper and deeper into the dark forest.

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Evelyn sat, wide eyed and shaking, staring at the door her sister had disappeared through. The wind continued to howl as the rain beat heavily on the old windows. The little girl tried to keep her eyes opened, tried to be brave, but she couldn't help but think of her big sister and Sam, both lost to the black void just beyond the safety of their home. She didn't want to be alone, didn't want Kerri to go out into the storm, and now that she was gone, Evelyn was afraid that she would never return.

Overcome by fear she slid off the couch, the heavy blanket still wrapped around her trembling shoulders. She moved quickly to Dean, shaking him, tears rolling down her cheeks. But he stayed motionless, save for the loll of his head as she pushed him. She shook him harder and harder, needing him to wake up, needing him to make it all right.

Dean was always there to fix everything, to make the bad stuff go away. But now the monster had taken both Sam and Kerri, and she was afraid that he wouldn't be able to fix it. She nearly cried out when she heard a soft moan from the couch, Dean's eyes fluttering open. She shook him again, lighter this time, needing to him to get up as fast as he could.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Dean's eyes stayed open, the older boy staring blankly around the room before his gaze fell on her.

"Dean, you have to wake up."

"Evelyn? What's wrong?"

"The monster got them."

"What monster?"

"The one outside. The one that sings."

The instant the words left her mouth, Dean's world shifted back into focus, the events of the past several days slamming into him. Their fathers' hunt, the storms, the singing, the thing at the door. He looked quickly around the room, scanning every inch of it for some sign of Sam and Kerri, but they were nowhere to be found.

"Ev, what do you mean the monster got them?" He asked frantically, grabbing the still sick girl by the shoulders.

"Kerri woke me up. She said that Sam went outside and she had to get him back."

"Why didn't she wake me up?"

"She couldn't. I couldn't either."

Dean swallowed, all his fears rising to the surface. "How long?"

"She left almost an hour ago. She said she was just gonna go bring him back inside. But that was so long ago. I tried to be brave, Dean, I really tried."

"It's ok, Ev. You've been very brave." Dean tried to calm her as he ran around the room, gathering up what few supplies they had. "Listen, Evelyn. I know that you're scared, but I'm gonna need you to be brave, too."

"Please, don't leave me here by myself, Dean." Evelyn cried, throwing herself at the older boy.

"I have to go get them back."

"No! That's what Kerri said and she hasn't come back. Please, Dean, please don't go."

"I'm sorry, but I have to. I can't leave them out there."

"But you won't come back either."

"Yes, I will."

"How do you know?"

"Because I'm the oldest. Our dads wouldn't have left me in charge if they didn't think I could handle it."

"But Kerri's the same age, and she's missing."

"Yeah, but she's not a hunter, like me."

"You promise you'll bring them back?"

"I promise. Now, I want you to stay in here. You have to fix the salt line by the door after I go outside, and then don't leave this room."

"What if the monster gets in? What if it makes me go outside, too?"

"Whatever you do, Evelyn, don't listen to the music. That's the only way this thing can get you out of here. So, whatever you do, ignore it. Cover your ears, or turn on the tv real loud, whatever you have to do. Just don't listen to it."

"Ok."

"Hey, have I ever broken a promise?"

"No."

"Then why would I start now? I'll bring them back, ok."

"Yeah, ok."

Dean gave the terrified little girl a reassuring smile before walking down the basement stairs and disappearing into the night.