Hello, my readers! Hope you are liking this story. Well here is Chapter 2. Enjoy!
A Once Twisted Heart
By bluebutterfly2006
**Chapter 2**
"DAMN IT!" Sam shouted ireful, as he noticed his brother's sudden absence.
"Was it my imagination, but did Dean weakened from a light?" Crowley asked, stunned.
"Yes." Sam replied.
"You think it's the key on helping Dean?" Cas inquired.
"It's a start." Sam said, and then put the ship into the light's direction.
Shortly, the shore came before them, while Crowley and Cas remained quiet.
The somber light from the half moon disappeared from the clouds that gathered for the up-coming storm. In a split-second, thunder and lightening made a slight sound of warning. The boys stood on shore and finally taking a path.
"So, why are here again? When we-" Crowley questioned.
"Finding what that light source is." Sam disputed, as he went on and left some distance between the two.
"Oh, right. Just checking." Crowley replied, and peeked at Cas, who shrugged.
Sam stopped in his tracks. He stood still and held out his hand to feel the start of the sprinkle from the rain. All of the sudden, it began to cascade down.
"What the bloody hell?" Crowley remarked, crossed. He hated to get his suit wet, or dirty.
"It's just rain!" Cas commented, not amused.
"Yes, I know!" Crowley spat back.
They viewed around for some sort of shelter and all hope was gone, until.
"LOOK!" Cas spoke, as he pointed out in the distance.
"A shack! Let's head inside!" Sam finished Castiel's sentence.
Layala took one last glance at herself in the half-broken mirror. 'I guess this looks alright?' She thought, and viewed the reflection of a woman wrapped in a long brown blanket.
Abruptly, she heard male voices coming towards her.
"Oh shit!" She cogitation and quickly hid behind the door. Layala had limited place and time, for it was too late to run out without being discover.
Suddenly, the door flew opened and banged roughly on the hinges. Three men ran inside and shook off the rain drops that had fallen on them. At that point, one man went and closed the door back, which he didn't see Layala in the darken corner.
Layala stayed calm and hope the storm would soon pass;so, these strangers could be on their business and leave here.
"SHIT!" Sam said, frustrated at the loss of the light.
"Now what?" Cas asked.
"I don't know, Cas?!" Sam answered, as he sighted the shady shack with a flashlight. After it was cleared, he cut it off. Some light was coming through by the small window, but not strong enough to reached the door.
It was obvious that no one had lived there in a good while. The outside consisted of rough lumber nailed together with a tin roof. It reminded Sam of a place that spirits would dwell in; if it was possible here.
In a flash, lightening brighten the room,to reveal a frightened woman.
After the lightening appeared and the darkness revisited the room. Sam turned on the flashlight and aimed it at her. Not sure what to make of her. However, he did noticed her type of clothing. She had on a brown coverlet that draped around her medium size body. 'Had something bad happened to her,' Sam wondered.
"Miss, are you alright?" Sam asked, then added. "You're safe. We won't hurt you! What is your name? My name is Sam Winchester."
Layala didn't know what to say. She studied this tall dreamy creature of a man. He had long brown hair and gray eyes? This Sam guy had on a red plaid long sleeve shirt, blue-jeans and boots.
Sam continued. "This is Cas." He directed to the man with blue eyes that wore a tan trench coat, black pants and shoes.
"And that over there. Is Crowley." Sam finished, as Layala followed his gesture movements. The Crowley guy was a tad short than the other two, but not much. He had on a black fancy suit with black shoes as well.
"I'm good. My name is Layala." She said, while the boys exhaled in relief.
Layala didn't have time to make friends. She had to find out why she was in the wrong spot. Her calling wasn't here.
Silence had fallen between them, till Layala said.
"Sorry, I must go!"
"Wait!" Cas said, as he ceased her.
"Did you, or have you seen a green light?" Crowley asked, hasty. He had beaten Cas to asking the question.
Layala turned back around to cast at Sam, their eyes met. Instantly, Sam's eyes widened, for he already knew.
"It was you?!" He replied.
"What?!" Crowley responded.
"Can't be?!" Cas said, astonished.
Layala whirled to leave, but Sam halted her by his words.
"No, wait! Please! You're on a self- journey lost, right? Let us help you?"
Layala took a breath and let it out. Still not facing them, she replied with. "Yes, I am. Okay."
Dean had been seated on the throne after making devilish decisions. Now, he was caught in his deep thoughts, wondering why all the instant need to rule this place, plus more.
"Sir?" A demon asked, worried. He had a tray that held a shot glass and a bottle of whiskey.
"Huh? Oh, yes! Come to Papa!" Dean verbalized, as he took the bottle of whiskey and poured the liquid substance into the small shot glass.
"Sir? Hate to bother you-" The same demon and adviser inquired.
"Well-Don't!" Dean barked.
"That..Um-request you sent out...Well...You have a visitor." The demon mentioned.
Dean took a swallowed of the drink and placed it down on the serving plate. "Send him in." Dean replied.
"You made the requested of getting rid of a Winchester?" A skinny, tall, lanky demon asked, unsure.
"Yes. I need you to keep Sam Winchester, and his crew busy off my trail. I've found something that requires my full concentration." Dean announced.
"Found what? If I may ask."
"It deals with something that could end us, demons for all."
The demon just nodded.
Dean wasn't going to mention the fact that a light had weakened him. However, he witnessed that it didn't affect Crowley. So, he figured the demons was safe, for now. What puzzled him the most, was this light and its purpose.
"Anything particular you would like for me to do, or don't do?" The demon requested, as this zapped Dean out of his thoughts.
"Be creative, but don't kill them...Yet. Capture them, if you can.
Dean observed the demon once more. Sam and his crew would be caught off guard, but no way this demon would defeat them, or even survive. All Dean wanted him was a merely distraction.
"Right. As you wish." The demon responded and vanished.
'Dumbass!' Dean thought and smiled. One less demon he had to put up with.
Dean acknowledged he hadn't felt like himself, for a while now. Ever since, he accidentally inhaled the gray smoke that came out of that jar. He was so stupid! He was supposed to be an expert and responsible! But this freedom was so powerful and peaceful in one.
"So, what are you exactly? A mermaid?!" Crowley asked, in a joke manner.
Layala glared at him.
"NO WAY!?" Crowley pronounced, shocked.
"That would explained the green light, it was her transformation." Sam indicated.
"How would that cripple Dean, though?" Cas questioned.
"A weapon?" Crowley suggested.
"Cure, perhaps?" Cas implied.
"HOLD UP!" Layala shrieked confusedly. "Let's rewind, okay? What are you guys talking about? And who is Dean?"