We'll Meet Again Chapter 4
We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when
But I'm sure we'll meet again some sunny day.
Dean and Jay heard the song but it soon faded out and turned into something else.
And it was jaded and cold.
They both felt like someone had done the waltz over their graves.
"Th-This aint good!"! Jay stuttered in shock.
"Ya think?!!" Dean was staring into the hallway, and quite frankly didn't have a fucking clue what to do.
The song, now a different tune, sounded like it was coming from so far away!
Dean and Jay heard marching feet…
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile,
While you've a Lucifer to light your fag,
Smile, boys, that's the style.
What's the use of worrying?
It never was worth while, so!
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile.
But it was getting closer all the time, and they could hear it as though someone was stepping nearer but never quite within sight.
Jay shuddered as she felt invisible hands ghosting over her. She would've laughed at the pun if she wasn't so fucking terrified.
"We gotta get to Sam…" Dean announced fearfully as the song changed again, and the marching feet continued…
It's a long way to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go.
It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye Piccadilly,
Farewell Leicester Square!
It's a long long way to Tipperary,
But my heart's right there.
"Now I know we're in real shit," Jay concluded as she followed Dean into Sam's room. They'd literally hit the ground running.
"What?" Dean asked distractedly.
Jay glanced back at the hallway, and her eyes widened as it became shrouded in darkness. There was nothing out there now, no nurses, no doctors, no light…it was as if the whole world had just …left.
Her voice became shaky and more than a little pissed. "Because those were World War One songs."
Dean glanced at Jay questioningly and, she noticed, with no small amount of fear.
She explained damn quickly; "what we're dealing with was supposed to be in World War Two." She glanced at Sam worriedly. His face was impassive under the oxygen mask.
Sam was still unconscious after his surgery and was therefore completely oblivious to what was going on.
The voices in the darkness seemed to grow sharp, angry talons, booted feet stamping on sodden ground, it grew, became louder, the sound of someone shouting out drill commands…and more songs came out of the black, sending an icy chill up Dean and Jay's spines.
My old man,
said follow the van,
and don't dilly dally on the way…
… The darkness entered Sam's room.
It bore bayonets and bullets.
And with razor sharp precision…
…it halted.