Have you ever taken a leap of faith? One that's not necessarily faith maybe, but more of a stubborn determination to do whatever it takes to do something? To live one day at a time, still have what you need and just a small bit of what you want, no matter how hard it is or how taxing it is physically, mentally and emotionally to get it and keep it? I bet that raises some questions. Like WTF is she talking about and what's going on.
Chapter 2
My heart's hammering in my chest, threatening to burst from between my ribs. My body's shaking, fear streaking through my blood, my soul. I have to run, there's something making me run. It was where I was when I woke up, could feel it watchin' me.
I sob, my legs turning to warm rubber, something roughly the consistency of used chewing gum, and I slump against the nearest surface, a cement block wall, rough against my skin. "'m sor'. Didn't-didn't mean to…"
*Supernatural*
"SAAAMMMMMYYYYYYY!" Sam pulled in a quick breath and chanced a look behind him, feeling the short hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He felt a stabbing pain lance through his head and he turned, running towards the darkness away from the streetlights that were beginning to burn hotter and brighter.
Sam's legs carried him further away from his brother, further away from the thing that had him so scared, something he didn't know what it was. But he knew it was dangerous. And it wanted him. He finally stumbled and went down hard in the alley. His hand stung, bits of gravel and debris slashing his palm even as pain from his wrenched wrist traveled up his arm to make his breath leave him in a whoosh. The electric crackle and pop of glass made him jump.
*Supernatural*
I run after my brother, searching the darkness as we get further away from Lisa's, further away from safety and into the pitch. Sammy's runnin' blind. I can see that. And he's freaked. "SAAAMMMMMYYYYY!"
I disappear down the alley into the darkness behind him, shotgun raised ready to fight off whatever has him so scared, like the big brother I am. Gotta do my job. I can hear his pounding footsteps, his stuttering breath. I begin to hear something else, an electric buzzing. The shadows in front of me grow as the light behind me gets brighter, before they abruptly go black as the streetlights shatter.
*Supernatural*
"NO!" Sam cried from the darkness.
"Sam!" Dean responded, fear working through him like flashes of lightning at Sam's cry.
"Stay away from me!"
"Sammy!"
A bright light blossomed in the corner of the alley, blue white. Dean blinked away the temporary blindness, seeing his brother standing with his back tight to the alley wall. Fear streaked through him when he realized that the ball of light was getting closer to Sam. Dean unloaded both barrels into the light, cracking the breech to reload hurriedly when it didn't even flinch. Sam pushed away from the light, terror evident on his face as his eyes remained glued to the light, his pupils barely visible. "Sam? Stay put. I'm gonna do…something." Dean said, lifting the salt gun again. He squeezed the trigger slowly, making sure that Sam would not be sprayed with the coarse granules as the light moved closer, the form within seeming to reach for Sam, brighter tendrils of light resembling thick arms reaching for Sam's shoulders. Dean fired the gun, the light shifting, turning before the salt made contact. A burst of light, heat and propelled air like a gale force desert wind slammed into Dean, knocking him backwards into the wall. He slumped to the litter strewn ground, his vision going from white to black as he heard Sam scream, sheer agony resonating through the alley and dissipating into the darkness beyond.
*Supernatural*
It reaches for me and I feel pulled toward it and repelled at the same time. It steps closer, and I grind my shoulder blades into the cement wall, trying to get away and having nowhere to go. My heart jumps to my throat, hammering its way through my flesh. "NO!" I vaguely hear something in the distance but it's drowned out by the static pulsing of the light. It's like it's talking to me.
"Stay away from me!" Pain lances through my head and I hear a foreign voice, grating on my nerves.
"Sammy!" I hear a gun crack and feel the sting of something on my face and arms but the burn is drowned out by agony.
*Supernatural*
Dean's head rolled, grit digging its way through his short hair to gouge at his scalp painfully. "Unngh…" His eyes opened to slits, sunlight piercing his brain. Memories of another blinding light slammed home and he sat up with a gasp, slightly dizzy. "Sammy?" Dean looked around, focusing on the back of the alley, next to the coarse cement block wall where he'd last seen Sam, pinned to the wall by something and scared out of his mind.
A slumped form rested in the shadows where the morning sun had yet to touch, long legs curled beneath him, hair over his face, turned away from Dean, head seeming to hang loose on his shoulders. Sam's temple rested against the rough wall. Dean sprang to his knees and lurched to his feet crossing the span that separated him from his brother in three steps.
"Sammy?" Dean tucked his fingers beneath Sam's head, lifting it from the wall, eyes roaming over Sam's face and feeling Sam's hair pull away from the rough texture of the block. "Hey, hey, c'mon." Dean's head bobbed in time with Sam's as his hand shifted and Sam's head lolled with it. "Sam, wake up. Talk to me. Sammy!"
Sam jumped, his eyes opening, but not focusing directly on Dean, instead looking over Dean's shoulder, washed out teal looking more gray, like ocean water on an overcast day. Dean put his other hand to Sam's jaw and caught his brother's gaze. "Hey, Sam, c'mon. Focus on me, dude. You alright?"
Sam's eyes welled with moisture, droplets streaking down his pale face to land in his lap, soaking into his worn denim. Dean stroked a finger over Sam's cheek, stopping half of the third pair in it's track. Dean watched as Sam worked at regaining some composure, forcing himself to breathe deep and slow. He swallowed convulsively and his lips began to move. Sam's voice was broken, barely a coarse whisper and Dean leaned close to catch what Sam was saying.
"…ever feel like you left part of you behind? An' know without a shadow of a doubt they pounced on it…an' tore it to shreds."
Dean gulped in a breath and enveloped Sam in his arms, listening as his brother broke down. "'S alright Sammy. You're out. You're safe." Dean crooned, rocking a trembling Sam slightly. "'M right here."
"Hur's. So bad. It hur's." Sam groaned, turning his head into Dean's shoulder.
"What hurts?" Dean asked.
Sam didn't answer, and Dean picked his head up again, seeing how pale his brother's face was, the only color besides gray was the deep purple rings beneath Sam's closed eyes.
"Okay. It's okay. Gonna get ya somewhere safe." Dean looked around the shadowed alley. "Cas!" Dean called softly, wincing inwardly when Sam moaned. "Castiel."
"Dean. We're in close proximity to the being. We have to move. Now!"
"Loosen your tie, Cas." Dean looked up at the angel as his hand automatically went to his already askew tie. Dean smirked. "It was already here. Last night. Knocked my ass out."
"Dean, did it touch Sam?"
"What's that got t'do w…"
"DID. It. Touch. Sam?"
"Yeah. I think so…he screamed. I've never heard him scream like that. Never want to again." Dean murmured.
"We have to move." Castiel crouched and touched both Dean and Sam, who was slumped against his brother. A flutter on the morning breeze and the three were gone.
*Supernatural*
It was like being sucked into a tornado and being on a roller coaster all at once. Only lasted a couple seconds and we were sittin' on a bed. Tacky burgundy and green wallpaper made my churning stomach clench until I looked away, focusing on the tan of a trench coat. "Ugh, I hate it when you do that." I said, rubbing a hand over my stomach before sliding across the narrow distance between the beds to check on his brother. Castiel moved to Sam's feet.
*Supernatural*
"Where did you bring us, anyhow?" Dean asked, looking at the garish wallpaper again.
"Super Six. Still in Cicero. The keys are on the table by the door. You have appropriate…cover, and the Do Not Disturb sign is already on the door."
"Wow. Castiel. Undercover Dick." Dean brushed Sam's hair away from his smudged eyes. "What's wrong with him?"
"Hell was…hard on him." Castiel replied, his words punctuated by an animalistic whimper, one of many that had come from Sam. All heartbreaking sounds that tore into Dean like blades.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious. I mean, what the hell is that thing and what'd it do to him?"
"I don't know."
Dean rolled his eyes and fell silent for a moment, glancing out the window of the motel. "Hey, where's my car? I need some stuff for Sammy." A flutter and the angel was gone. Dean took Sam's boots off, tucking them under the edge of the bed and out of the way. He watched Sam for a moment, seeing his eyelids flutter then watching his eyes moved beneath them rapidly and he wondered what Sam was experiencing. Sam's mouth tightened briefly and his back arched like he was in pain. Breath whistled through Sam's nose flaring his nostrils. Dean put a hand to Sam's chest, soothing until he stilled. Dean heard his car pull up and he ran for the motel door, seeing it jump as it hit the curb, parked awkwardly in front of the door. Dean strode out and yanked open the door.
"Dude! I ever catch you even eyeballing my car again and I will kick your ass! Who taught you to drive anyhow, kids in bumper cars?"
"You wanted me to bring it here."
"Not drive it!" Dean sighed. "Forget it. I gotta get back in to Sammy. I should hand you your ass for messin' with my wheels, but…" Dean went to the trunk and opened the lid, reaching in for the duffel he'd discarded earlier. He grabbed the bag and went back to the room, shoving through the door when he heard Sam's hoarse cry.
Sorry it's a little shorter than the first one. I've finally gotten it done, so updates...well, no promises there. I'm working for the rest of the week with 2 fifteen hour days at the weekend. Work is a must right now.