Chapter Six
"Come on, Chris! Hurry up!"
Chris cringed slightly when he heard his older brother's exasperated voice, accompanied by a loud honking from the car horn.
They'd driven to the herb store, due to Chris's reluctance to orb everywhere he went. However, once they'd arrived at the store, the brothers had been unable to find a parking space, so Wyatt had been forced to remain in the car and drive around the block a couple of times while he waited for his brother to finish buying what they needed.
Another honk was heard, and Chris sighed. His brother had never learned to be very patient, not like Chris. Wyatt was used to getting stuff done quickly and efficiently, and most of the time, magically. Of course, Chris wasn't like that, and he liked taking his time with stuff, a fact that his brother ignored.
"Here you go," the elderly man at the counter said, handing Chris a small bottle of root of thyme effusion. "Anything else?"
Chris shook his head and smiled at the man as he handed over some crumpled bills to pay for the many items he'd purchased.
The old man clicked his tongue against his dentures as he typed out the receipt. Finally, the paper was printed out, and Chris took it from the man who offered it to him.
"Thanks," Chris said, and walked quickly to the door. He didn't want to keep his brother waiting any longer than he had to.
"Come back soon!" the old man called, before popping out his teeth and dipping them into a glass of water next to the cash register.
-)-(-
Chris opened the shotgun door to the car and sat down. Wyatt barely waited for him to close the door before he stepped on the accelerator and took off.
"What took you so long?" he grumbled.
"It was the old storekeeper this time," Chris answered, while carefully tucking the herbs into the small compartment between both seats.
Wyatt clicked his tongue in an imitation of the old man. "The one with the false teeth?" he asked.
"Yep."
Wyatt nodded slightly in understanding, and then continued driving.
Suddenly, a slight beeping noise was heard.
"Seatbelt," Wyatt sighed, as he dodged a car that had tried to cut him off.
Chris struggled to pull on his seatbelt, but it was stubbornly refusing to be pulled out, and Wyatt's maneuvers weren't helping either.
The beeping noise grew louder, and Wyatt thumped his hand against the steering wheel in exasperation.
"Put your seatbelt on," he ordered.
"I'm trying," Chris grunted. "Just stop moving the car so much."
Wyatt had just opened his mouth to make a witty reply to Chris's complaints, when a loud bang was heard. Instantly, the car went out of control.
Wyatt turned the steering wheel this way and that to try to keep the vehicle from crashing into one of the street lights, or worse, a person.
Chris held on to the edge of his seat fiercely, his knuckles turning white. His eyes were opened wide as a bunch of possible scenarios entered his mind.
The car, however, refused to be controlled, and Wyatt gasped in horror as he saw another vehicle in front of him.
For a moment, he looked into the other driver's eyes. They were fearful and surprised, not having known that a homicidal car was just around the corner.
Then, a loud crash was heard.
Chris's grip on his seat loosened, and he felt himself fly through the air and towards the windshield. Closing his eyes, he called upon his orbing power, and he safely made his way through the glass. However, he was too shaken up to alter his trajectory, so once he was solid, he continued his flight until he crash-landed on the other car's hood.
Groaning, Chris raised his head to look at the devastation around him. Both cars looked almost like accordions, their fronts crumpled together. One of the vehicles was steaming slightly. The driver inside the car on which he was positioned seemed to be knocked out.
Suddenly frightened, Chris tried to sit up, to get a glimpse of his older brother, but he was too weak after his landing, so he could barely move.
"Wyatt!" he called weakly, before coughing, the steam having made its way into his lungs.
-)-(-
Wyatt moaned as the world began to come back. During the crash, he'd somehow managed to hit his head against something, and get knocked out. However, now a voice was calling him back from the painless black.
"What?" he asked irritably, before opening his eyes widely in horror. He'd just been in a car-crash with his little brother.
Quickly, he turned to look at the seat right beside him, expecting to see Chris, a little battered, smiling back at him. But no, it was empty.
Struggling against the airbag and the seatbelt, Wyatt tried desperately to get out of the wreck. It was impossible to find the seatbelt under the bag, however, so Wyatt finally gave up and instead orbed out of the destroyed vehicle.
Not managing to make it very far, Wyatt only went through the door before collapsing to the ground. He tried to pull himself up, his legs shaking under his weight, and looked for his brother.
Once he was standing, he saw Chris lying on the other car's hood. Wyatt sighed in relief, and smiled when his brother turned and looked at him, having heard that tiny little wisp of air.
However, Wyatt's relief was short-lived. Just a second later, a demon shimmered in, and holding an energy-ball menacingly, strode over to Chris.
With a small cry, Wyatt let go of the car against which he was heavily leaning to wave his arm at the demon. The action proved to be too much, though, and Wyatt fell back onto the ground.
-)-(-
Chris had been relieved to see his brother when Wyatt had made a frightened noise. Following the direction of his brother's wave, Chris stopped his earnest craning of his neck and instead simply gazed right above him.
The tattooed demon was positioned there, an energy-ball in his hand. He smiled evilly, before throwing the ball at the witch.
Chris managed to roll out of the way, but in doing so, he fell from the hood and onto the ground. As his body landed heavily, Chris gasped in pain.
Suddenly, the demon above him screamed, having received a blast from a powerful source. Chris peered around the agonizing creature and saw his brother standing there, a strange look on his face.
The demon, reluctant to hang around after having nearly been blown to pieces, shimmered away. As soon as this happened, Wyatt went to kneel beside Chris, and asked him, "Are you ok?"
Chris groaned in pain as an answer, and the look on Wyatt's face only deepened. Now, Chris was able to pinpoint that strange look, it was worry.
Wyatt held his hand above his little brother, and channeled some of his remaining energy into his healing power.
Soon, Chris was pain and injury-free.
Wyatt stood up with difficulty. Chris followed suit.
"How's the other driver?" Wyatt asked, his words slurring slightly.
Chris knew his brother had overtaxed himself, but he didn't say anything. Wyatt would deny everything if he did. So, instead, Chris went over to the other car and peered in through the window. To his relief he saw that the other driver, though unconscious, seemed to be perfectly fine.
"He's all right," Chris said, and looked back up at Wyatt. Seeing that his brother's actions were catching up with him, Chris rushed to Wyatt's side as he crumpled to the ground.
(A/N) Hi! I hope you guys enjoyed that! And I just thought I'd mention, the scene where Chris flies through the window was the scene that first appeared in my head one day that I was stuck in traffic. The rest of the story followed from that. Isn't that awesome?
Anyway, I wanted to thank a bunch of people who reviewed the story last time: supernatural fan, xxxwallflowerxxx, Patry, Drunk, and Killing Crusem's Paige. You guys rock and deserve virtual cookies for your wonderful reviews!
Wow, this story is getting a really awesome reaction! I'm so glad, and I hope you guys love this chapter, and stay tuned for next week! Please review! Reviews make me the happiest person on the planet!