Voices in My Head – Chapter 11
Note: OK! I know, I'm the most horrible person in the world. Really, I had intended to update before I went on vacation, but things got hectic around the house, we ran out of suitcases, or whatever the problem was, so I never got to update, but I'm doing it now! Sorry again! (Again, this isn't beta'd, so I know my grammar sucks! If you find anything, tell me!)
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Dean stood, almost shaken, in front of his family. He swallowed hard and went to finish his story. "So…so, like he said, he's going to have complete control of me and Sam and he said…he said he was going to use us to head his armies in the take down of the light."
There was silence for a moment, before "He just told you this, just before?" John asked
"Well…no, he told me in a dream last night."
"You knew all day?"
"Not like you were here even if he wanted to tell you." Sam spat at his father.
"Don't you talk to me that way-!" The two started to yell.
Dean could feel a headache coming on, his annoyance at his father and brother started to bubble over along with his rage at the demon. All this mixed with virtually no sleep caused the new found psychic to snap.
"Oh would you both shut the FUCK UP!" He roared, causing the two and his mother to jump "I mean, Christ! You're worse than three year olds! Unless you think that fighting day and night will help us—and in that case you're pretty fucking stupid—"
"Hey-!"
"NO. You're gonna shut up and stop fighting from now on! Just swallow your fucking pride and give it up! Can't you see? Your idiocy is just tearing this family apart and if we fall apart then we might as well just sacrifice ourselves— and the world — to that yellow-eyed son-of-a-bitch! No, how are we gonna stop this?"
The memories of the fight that had been a few hours before wouldn't leave his head. He'd been mean, but they'd needed to hear it. John and Sam hadn't fought in the hours since he'd yelled at them, which may seem small, but the two were talking civilly now, all though they both seemed awkward. Mary would always send loving and thankful looks Dean's way when they saw this.
"Dean, Dean. C'mon! Focus, dude." Sam's voice penetrated his thoughts and he was suddenly conscious as to where he was again. He was sitting knee to knee with Sam again, trying to read his thoughts. But in his attempts to clear his mind he'd done the complete opposite.
"Sorry." He mumbled, he shut his eyes and focused on nothing but hear Sam's thoughts. He could hear his voice getting closer and closer, and soon he knew what Sam was saying, "Concentrate? C'mon, dude. That's a pretty lame thing to send telepathically." Dean wears pink frilly underwear. "Oh, you bitch." Dean punched Sam in the arm while the younger brother laughed. Once he stopped laughing the two sobered up again.
"Ok, let's try again." Sam said
Dean nodded and opened his mind once again, but almost immediately a migraine attacked him and the booming voice cried 'It'll all be over soon, Dean.' Dean felt himself fall back off of the foot rest he'd been sitting on, his vision started to darken at the edges as he heard people come running into the room, their loud thoughts, mostly along the lines of 'What happened?' filled his head. He immediately closed his mind and clutched his eyes shut
"Stop thinking so loud." He ground out, trying to lighten the mood and get them to step back. Sam pulled Dean up back onto the couch, as the elder shook his head tiredly. "Well, that was fun." Dean said sarcastically, rubbing his temples. Dean looked up at Missouri, would had a look of slight confusion on her face "Did you hear him?"
"Who-the demon?"
"You didn't hear him? Just now?"
"No-"
"So he only wanted me to hear it-"
"Hear what?" Sam asked
"It wasn't anything special or intelligent just him telling me 'it's all gonna end soon.'" Dean said in a mocking tone
Sam paused and looked at his brother, and voiced everyone's question "Why bother sending such a pointless message?"
"He probably wants me to stop…training, with you. So, now every time I open my mind he's gonna attack me." A grin broke out on his face "That bitch is afraid of me."
"Now, don't get ahead of yourself, Dean." John started
Dean just shook his head "Yea, yea, whatever. Look, I'm gonna go sleep, having someone hijack your mind kinda takes its toll on you." Dean said dismissively. He stood and walked up the stairs to his room.
The four remaining in the room exchanged looks, Missouri and Sam nodded at each other, in a silent understanding. She led John and Mary to the kitchen so they could discuss this while Sam went to check on Dean. He made it to the top of the stairs and halfway down the hallway when his mind exploded in pain.
It was dark, he couldn't see anything at first. But then there were voices…from behind him? He turned to see Dean and a man with yellow eyes. There was light only on them, like a spotlight overhead; they were standing on what looked like a grassy area. He could hear them talking, but can't make out what they're saying. The demon is laughing and Dean looks angry. Then the demon's grin widens and Dean clutches his head and falls to his knees, screaming. After a second, Sam can see blood seeping through Dean's fingers, from Dean's ears. He tries to call out Dean's name, but no sound comes out. The Demon is laughing, and he turns and looks straight at Sam. Sam lets out a scream, and screws his eyes shut. He's saying his name 'Sam, Sam…'
"Sam, Sam!" He opened his eyes. He was leaning harshly on the hallway wall, Dean was standing in front of him holding his shoulders.
"Dean?"
"I heard your screaming."
"I was screaming?"
"Well…mentally." He said sheepishly, and Sam gave him a weak smile "Wanna tell me about it?" Sam looked at his brother for a moment before nodding.
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