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Now, on with it! And just to warn you, this chapter is very short, but I thought I would leave you with a LOVELY cliff-hanger!
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"But... you're supposed to know! What the hell is happening to me? God dad, why could I hear people inside my head?!" Dean cried, glaring into his hands. His back pressed firmly against a wall, his legs were outstretched in front of him. Lifting his head gingerly out of his hands he turned to stare at John.
"Dean, for crying out loud just leaves it! More important things are at stake here! We'll deal with that later!" John barked harshly, returning the glare at his oldest. Dean hung his head resignedly. He sighed and turned his head to the side.
"I know." He whispered, defeated. "God, Sam. I'm so sorry." He moaned to himself.
John looked disheartenedly at his son's dishevelled form and closed his eyes wearily, taking a deep breath. "So, you didn't hear anything else that would help us locate Sam?" he looked at Dean, eyes beseeching, unable to clear them emotion, so settling for panicked. Unable to show his son how "strong" he was.
Dean scrunched up his face, taking himself back a few hellish minutes to when he had heard the voices. Sighing as he replayed it in his head a thousand times, he shook his head, looking apologetically up at John. They were quiet as John turned away looking forlorn. Suddenly, his earlier thought struck him and he began to nod.
"Aaaaargh, his phone! Damnit!" he said, more to himself than his dad, "Dad, grab the laptop, and I'll meet you in the car!" He spared a glance at his hands as the placed them on the floor beside him and pushed himself up. He winced as his back pulled and a sharp pain shot through his head.
Slamming his shoulders against the wall to keep himself up, he gasped and looked expectantly at John. Snorting, he shook his head. "Gah, im not going anywhere for a while!"
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"You gotta be freaking kidding me!" his mind screamed as he kicked out towards the guy holding him. Grimacing as he felt the shudder of his feet connecting with bone, he grabbed the hands that were crushing his throat and gasped slightly, desperately attempting to get air into his lungs. Hearing a grunt as he struck out with his feet again, he pried the fingers away from his neck, coughing.
Suddenly, his head smashed back against the wall, vision swimming violently. Dark spots appeared in his eyes and his skull burst with pain, flashes searing through it. Giving a small shout of indignation, he brought his knees up swiftly and squirmed as he made contact. He felt himself drop to the floor, out of the clutches of the man, and landed hard on his feet. Wobbling for a few seconds, he tried to regain his balance. As he did so he snuck a glance at Rachael and felt adrenalin surge through him rapidly. He kicked out his feet again, falling onto his back.
He almost laughed aloud when he saw the body crash to the floor with a thud. Seizing the only opportunity he had, he drew back all of his remaining strength into his curled-up fists and let them fly into his face, chains-and-all.
Hearing a satisfying crack as his head connected with the floor, he breathed hard as the man's head fell limply to the side.
He looked up at Rachael and half smiled at her, exhausted. A few seconds ticked by as she looked at him, face pale, shaking immensely. She shook her head and was about to say something when her face changed and she screamed his name.
Suddenly, without warning a blinding pain shot through his chest. He felt his mouth as it began to open, but it was abruptly snapped shut, teeth banging together sharply. He felt his arms move and his body sway, without his mind fully registering it.
He heard a gasp from Rachael and looked up to her to see what was wrong. As the sweat mingled with blood on his face he stared at her, trying desperately to focus on her face.
He looked down again as the sounds became distant and dull. The screams, the laughing, the crying all disappearing, all... mingling into one. And there was something else. By what he knew and could remember, the room he was in had four walls. A box. But, now it was different. Changing. The walls were moving, bending into each other. Even the light was swirling around.
He couldn't understand it.
As he stared, the colours changed. From black to white, then black again. As he moved, flashed of bright colour darted around. Blue, yellow, orange and pink... all blurred into one.
And also, there was the red of blood. He looked down again and was surprised to see a bright piece of something yellow, like wood in his chest. An irregular shape of crimson was spreading across his shirt. He suddenly became aware of the world fading. The colours dulled into nothingness and everything seemed to mix into one.
The sounds grew quieter and quieter, as if he was moving far away. His stomach swirled and his face grew steadily paler, along with his vision. He lifted his head and was faintly amused to see the world turn sideways then bump as his head hit the stone floor.
And, in that sudden movement, the pain stopped. Just a feeling of tiredness and resignation.
It was as though he had been pulled underwater, and finaly, when he thought nothing could become worse, Sam Winchester smiled and closed his eyes.
TBC.