Hello! I hope you all had a brilliant Christmas, and you got everything you wanted.
I hope you like this chapter-I did leave it on a bit of a cliffy, and I've made it quite long for you as well, so I hope you enjoy!
Dean cried out in surprise and horror, his eyes wide with fear and incredulation as he watched the scene unfold before him. There was a choking, guttural sound, and the oldest Winchester watched with panic in his eyes as the body fell to the floor, landing with a large thud on the hard stone floor.
Sam, whose eyes had been squeezed shut eve since James advanced on him with the revolver, slowly opened them and looked at his brother. Dean exhaled deeply at the sight of his brother-at least he was ok.
Both brothers looked down to Sam's left; next to Sam's leg lay a innate body, blood spreading on the floor, soaking the ground, sinking into the stone as it made it's way to Sam's legs. The youngest Winchester looked up at James, the barrel of the revolver still smoking, an unreadable glint in his grey eyes.
Time stopped. There was no sound.
Suddenly, the man who was stood next to Dean suddenly burst into action, after just watching his friend die. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a gun of his own, cocking the firearm and aiming it at James's chest. Before he could even fire, James had his own gun out and had fired off a double-tap, each bullet pumping into the man's chest, sending him flailing back, until he hit the floor with a thump, his eyes still wide open with the look of surprise.
Dean immedialty stood up, casting an unnerved look at James as he passed him as he stumbled over to Sam.
James looked at them brothers for a second, but didn't say anything; instead he moved across to where the second man had fallen, squatting down next to him and feeling for a pulse in his neck. With Sam and Dean behind him, he could afford a small smile.
He coughed and turned back to the brothers, a strange expression on his face.
Sam got up on unsteady feet, his feet wavering slightly as he stood up straighter, the noise of the gun firing so close to him had disorientated him for a second, he hoped it would pass soon.
Dean helped him, holding onto his shoulders to support him. He looked up at James, who was busy stowing away his gun back into his jacket, zipping up the pocket of his coat that it had come from in the process.
After a few seconds pause, Dean decided to ask the most sensible question. 'Who are you?'
James didn't say anything for a while; he looked a bit guilty.
'I'm sorry I couldn't have helped you earlier-it would have aroused suspicion from Sarah...my name is James Hill. I am a friend of Bobby Singer, who I gather to be a friend of your fathers?' he looked questioningly at the brothers, wondering if this was true.
Dean smiled and nodded, they had met Bobby once or twice, dad used to drop them off with him sometimes if he was off on a hunt. He had helped them a few times; especially in recent hunts-he was a kind of second father to them.
'Anyway, Bobby called and said he was supposed to be hearing from you guys, something about a demon? When you didn't call he got a bit worried-I was in the area, and I tracked you for a day or two. Then you guys were pushed into the road, down that cliff- I watched what happened, then followed you-managed to get myself a job doing torture, isn't that useful?' he smirked, looking around, almost as if he was surveying an office floor.
Sam gave his brother a look; was this guy for real?
James cleared his throat, looking uneasily at the brothers. 'Look, I'm sorry I let it get of hand, I tried bargaining with her, trying to make her see sense-but this woman is insane, and I mean not the pretty kind... I looked into her little office space round here-it's full of CCTV pictures of you two, seems she has a vendetta. We need to get out of here now- before she realises these guys are gone' he said, motioning the two fallen workers, who were both lying splayed on the floor, blood still spreading on the floor, almost meeting in their lines of congealing liquid.
'Yes sir!' Sam and Dean both muttered together, the three men moving quickly out the door, James closing it silently behind them, muttering something about buying time.
Dean looked ahead in the corridor; it seemed like a pretty foolproof escape plan-apart from when the flashing lights and siren started to blare through the silence.
'Ah hell, come on boys-but keep away from the walls! She's booby trapped them to make sure you can't escape!' he said urgently, prodding Sam in the back to make him walk forwards.
'Just walk central, then you should be fine...' he muttered, looking over his shoulder. Sarah had told him about al the little booby traps and tricks that she had installed around the place.
The men, lead by Dean, made their way swiftly down the corridor, always keeping an eye out for anything happening.
The siren was beginning to get overpowering, the strobe -like lights flashed in Sam's face, causing him to blink and squint his eyes.
James looked around; Sarah had more helpers than just two- why weren't they coming after them?
All was quiet for a while, the men making good progress down the corridor, turning into another one; there was a door right at the end, Dean reckoned that as long as they made for that door...
The silence was suddenly punctuated by a noise that chilled Dean to the bone.
The soft, loud and strong growls of a dog could be heard from somewhere behind them.
Sam stopped in his tracks, James almost knocking over him. Upon hearing the dogs for himself, the older hunter closed his eyes and silently cursed. She said she wouldn't use them...
'Ah hell...' he muttered, prodding Sam in the back slightly to get him to walk. 'Just keep walking-stop once you get to your brother, he wont attack until Sarah gives the order.' He reassured him, walking behind Sam as they made their way to Dean.
Dean was trying to peer through the darkness, trying to pinpoint the dog's position in the gloom of the corridor. He never liked dogs, he didn't quite know why, they just didn't appeal to him. By squinting through the darkness he could make out at least two of them, big black brutes with dark eyes and dripping jaws. A low, deep growl was coming out of them both, before they barked, making Sam jump beside him.
'We need to get out of here...' Sam whispered into his ear, nudging his brother slightly.
'yeah...ok Sammy, let's go...' he replied, not taking his eyes off the two dogs, who he could hear were getting closer, their growls getting louder as they walked forwards.
'If we just keep backing away they might leave us alone...' mused James, hoping to comfort the boys. These dogs were cross breeds of black Labrador and Rottweiler-that was a mean combination.
The boys were just backing away when they heard the soft keening laughter of Sarah float down to them.
'Hello boys! James, I expected better of you! Now you make everyone suffer...sic them boys!' she giggled, the sound of clapping punctuating their ears.
Sam looked up at the sound of angry barking, and suddenly the two dogs were running straight at them. Dean grabbed his brother around the waist and practically threw him behind him, yelling at him to get to the door. He didn't have any weapons, but Sam wasn't going to get hurt if he could help it.
'Use your gun!' he yelled at James, who had his arms raised, ready for an attack. The older hunter reached into his jacket pocket, pulling at the zip with trembling fingers, but the zip was stuck fast.
'I-I CAN'T GET IT OUT!' he yelled, before abandoning the weapon altogether and bracing himself for the dogs.
Sam watched in horror as, as if in slow motion, the two dogs, barking and howling like the devil itself was inside them, leapt onto James and his brother.
'No!' he yelled, beginning to run back towards Dean, who had been pushed to the floor by the dog.
'No Sammy! Stay there!' his big brother ordered, before grabbing onto the dog's coat and yanking it, trying to pull it off. The dog howled and barked savagely, its massive claws ripping into his jacket. Dean yelled in pain and squeezed his eyes shut as the claws dug into the flesh of his stomach.
James wasn't having much luck with his dog either; he had four long claw marks down his face. His bloody hands grabbed at the dogs foul jaws as it tried to bite his face.
'If only I had my gun!' he yelled into the room, not knowing if either brother could hear him.
Dean yelped in pain as the dog bit down on his arm, its massive teeth sinking right through his leather jacket and penetrating the flesh.
'No!' suddenly the dog was pushed off him with enough force to send it careering to the side, as if it was hit by a train. Dean scrambled up to watch Sam fall with the massive dog, the brute's claws now embedded in Sam's shoulder as they both fought to keep upright.
'SAMMY!' Dean yelled. He began to run to his brother, to get the dog off him-but he didn't have any weapons.
'Dean!' Sam yelled out, the dog pulling him to the floor and nuzzling ferociously into his stomach, its sharp teeth trying to pierce the flesh and draw blood. Sam groaned and put his hands on its head, and tried with all his might to push its head from his abdomen.
'Dean Help!' he yelled again, desperately looking for his brother, his own cries of pain flooding the corridor, accompanying the howls and barks of the two devil dogs.
Dean had no choice but to leave Sam as he ran back towards James, intent on getting the gun to save his brother's life. The older hunter was in bad way-scars and cuts peppered his face, blood running down the rivets of his jaw, covering the floor as the dog savagely gored him.
'Oh my god...' Dean moaned, before ramming himself into the dog's side, catching it by surprise and knocking it off balance, just enough for Dean to scramble to James side.
'Hey man...oh god...um...I'm gonna reach in your pocket for the gun-I'll be back for you, you hear? I'll be back...' he rambled, gently putting his hand inside James's jacket, the hunter's ragged breath hitched as he touched a cut.
'Sorry man...I'll be quick-'Dean soothing voice was cut short by a cry of pain from behind him. He wheeled round and saw the dog pulling Sam from side to side, his brother still desperately trying to hold onto his huge jaws as it tried to bit him.
'I'M COMING SAMMY!' Dean yelled, before urgently trying to rip the zip apart. It was stuck fast, the metal not budging an inch. 'Oh come on!' Dean yelled, taking both sides of the zip in his hands and wrenching the jacket, hearing the thin fabric rip and tear, the gun falling out of the lining with a dull thud.
'Dean...' James breathed.
Dean couldn't do anything, he turned, yelling in surprise as the dog that had mauled James came running back for more.
'Go to hell!' Dean yelled, firing the gun at the beats head, turning his head away as the dog's head exploded, its decapitated torso falling to the floor with a great flump.
One down-one to go.
'I'll be back James, I promise!' Dean muttered, before picking himself up and running to Sam, who was being pulled along the floor, scratches running down the length of his face as the dog repeatedly dug its claws into his chest, its huge head still trying to bite down on his brother
'Dean! HELP!' Sam screamed, he was getting exhausted, and the dog didn't seem to be giving up. The dog suddenly leapt off him and ran to his legs, clamping its jaws down on his leg, shaking it ferociously from side to side with deep growls penetrating from its throat.
Sam yelled in pain and tried to kick it off, but it held fast. Seconds later, two shots rang into the air, the dog falling to the floor with a strangled, high pitched cry.
Sam gasped and flopped to the floor, closing his eyes and holding his head, before attempting to sit up to survey the damage done to his leg.
'Jesus...' Dean groaned, falling to his knees beside his brother and looking down at his leg. His jeans leg was ripped open, four bloody puncture wounds marking where the dog hand sunk its teeth in.
'Oh my god Sammy...'
'Is it bad?'
'I'm gonna get you out of here Sammy-just stay here!'
'Oh I'm not going anywhere Dean!' Sam attempted a stab at humour, clutching his leg and wincing.
'Good man-I have to go see James, he looked in bad shape when I left him a second ago' he said, gently patting his brother on the shoulder and carding his hand through his hair as he passed.
He walked over to James in the new silence, for the sirens and lights had stopped for some reason as well. Their saviour was laying spread eagled on the floor, blood pouring from a stomach wound, horrific scars flowed blood from his face. James himself was spitting blood, the tiny streams of watery blood running down his mouth and down his chin.
'Hey man...how you feeling?' Dean asked, before cursing himself for asking such a stupid question.
'Spectacular!' James gargled out, blood spurting from his mouth.
Dean looked back at Sam; his little brother was trying to sit up properly, still clutching at his leg and gasping out in pain.
'Dean...tell Bobby...I did the best I could...' James grabbed Dean's sleeve, pulling him around to see him properly.
'You can tell him yourself' Dean smiled, nudging him gently.
James gave him a small smile, before his breathing slowed right down, his head flopping to the side, and he lay still.
'James?' Dean whispered, putting a finger on his neck to check for a pulse. They wouldn't have done this without him, he couldn't be dead...
Upon finding no pulse, Dean yelled and cursed, closing his eyes to stop the tears flowing. James had risked his life to save them, and now he was dead-and it was all his fault.
'Dean?' Dean looked round to see Sam dragging himself towards him, still clutching hold of his mangled leg.
'Hey, hey-I would've walked over to you-'
'We need to get out of here, we can't stay here...' Sam muttered, pushing Dean's shoulder nervously as he looked around the room.
'I know Sammy-we need to catch our breath, and you need to be able to stand up properly before we go anywhere' Dean said, standing up with a wince of his own and clutching his stomach.
'I can stand up fine Dean- we need to move now!' Sam growled, groaning in pain as he stood up, breathing deeply as he fought to keep the nausea under control.
Dean watched him with an admiring smile, before grabbing his arm and putting it over his shoulder.
Then the lights went out.
What's going to happen now?
I have at least 3 more chapters planned for this story, so hopefully you'll enjoy them as well!
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