CAN YOU FEEL IT??
Sam and Dean were in the town's library, doing one of the things that did not figure in Dean's list of favorite
things: research.
"Well, the living people can tell us so little about this case, let's see what the dead can say. What do you
have, Sammy? Anything interesting?"
"I don't know about interesting, but this is horrible-- acording to the coroner, Daniel Crawford took a long,
painful time to die, in a wooden box of just 5 feet, buried in the ground, without any air source, completly dark
and without food or water... he thinks that the victim lived for about five days after he was buried." Sam
paused, before reading on. "After that time, Crawford's body shut down and he died slow and painfully..."
Dean shivered again. "I swear, I could handle anything else, but buried alive... I don't know, Sam, this
sounds more like a psycho thing than something we'd handle ... maybe a freak cult, or some crazy guy with a
shovel in hand and a god complex."
"Yeah," Sam agreed. "It's weird. I mean, there were 22 people lost, one per year, and just one body
found...maybe Dad made a mistake on this one."
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Lightning, thunder, and wind seemed to be the familiar environment that hovered over Felicity, weather so
hard that even the Winchesters felt out of place.
"Dammit, Dean! Why the hell do we need to walk through this alley to go to the car?"
"You afraid of the dark, Samantha?"
"You said it was stupid not to be."
"This, bitch, is the shortcut to my baby, and to the hotel. My beautiful ass is freezing."
"Jerk. Come on, can you walk more quickly?" Sam's hands were shoved deep into his pockets, his head
bent against the wind.
"Alright, Sasquatch, unlike you, I've got normal legs. Not Green Giant legs."
Just at that moment, the weather seemed to get worse. Lightning struck like snakes in the sky, thunder
turned from short bursts to a rolling salvo, and a thick fog descended onto the town, making the visibility
nearly nonexistant. A strange sound, like the rumors of water, filled the area, echoing from the darkness.
When it reached their ears, it turned to the sound of whisperings and laments, keening cries that made the
body shake in fear and pain. In in the middle of the fog and the rumors, a presence emerged slowly. Its
conscious brushed the brothers.
Sam gasped, dropping to his knees. "Can you- can you feel it?" he asked, breathless. He tried desperately to
breathe, but nothing filled his lungs.
"Feel what? What are you talking about, Sam? Sammy?" Dean knelt next to his brother, shaking his
shoulders.
It felt like every gasp of breath was whisked away out of his body, and the street was growing blurry-
suddenly, the sensation was gone. Sam drew in several shaking breaths and struggled to his feet, Dean
keeping a grip on his arms.
"Dean. Something- something just passed through me."