Dark Dreams
Author's Note: I do not own anything. All Characters belong Kripke. This takes place pre-series. Dean is 16, Sam is 12. When you see 'This' That is a characters inner thoughts. All that is "This" is the spirit. No the lore may not be correct but, this is my interpretation of it.
Chapter 7: Recover and Destroy
It was several hours before there was any movement from Dean. John kept pacing around the room. He was checking the salt lines again. Bobby noticed his movements. "That's got to be the 100th time you have checked the salt lines John. The room is secure, Dean is safe". At Bobby's words john turned to look at his son. He was pale with dark circles under his eyes. His breathing was shallow and he still hadn't moved since they found him. Sammy was laying down next to him on the bed. The kid had kept crying sporadically. Sometimes all he had to do was move and he would shed some tears. He was used to dean laying his arms around him, protecting him in the night. Now Sammy had his around his brother, guarding him. Dean was barely breathing. At least that is what it felt like to Sam. Maybe he was in a deep sleep or even a coma but, at this moment Sammy wanted Dean awake.
Dean felt the pressure beside him on the bed, could hear the other voices in the room. He was starting to come around. He didn't remember much but, he wasn't sure if he wanted to. He groaned as he tried to move. His body was feeling sore and weak. 'What the hell was I doing?'. Dean wondered. His eyes were starting to open and Sam had sat up at the groan his brother made only a few minutes earlier. Now he could see his eyes and they looked confused. Sam grabbed his hand. "Hey man, it's ok. You're safe now". Sam said as his thumb rubbed against Dean's hand.
Hearing that voice triggered some memories for Dean. The promise he was about to break, fighting something. "Mom". Dean murmured. Something wasn't mom. "Woman in black?". Dean asked. "She's gone Dean. She stopped for some reason". Sam said as Dean looked at the others in the room. Everyone was relieved to see him awake and coherent. Dean pulled his hand out of Sam's. Thinking he did went to far Sammy started to move away when he saw where Dean's hand was going. It was in his pocket. He grabbed something and pulled it out. Rock salt scattered on the bed. John laughed a little at his son's thinking. "You stopped her". Dean nodded and chuckled. "How?". Ellen asked. Dean moved his hand back over to Sammy's and gripped it. "You". He smiled at Sam's tearful gaze. "What?". Sam asked as he scooted closer to his brother. "I was totally under her spell. Then I heard your voice. Heard you talking about the promises I made, that it wasn't mom. Your voice snapped me out just enough to stop her". Sam was crying harder now knowing that he had saved his brother. He hugged him so tight he was sure he was cutting off Dean's air. He just needed to know his brother was alive, that he was ok. "Thank you Sammy". Dean said in his brother's ear, making him cry harder and hold on tighter.
Sam had finally fallen asleep. His head was on Dean's lap. Dean had wanted to sit up for a while. He was starting to feel too stiff from laying down for so long. John was going over the footage again while Ellen and Bobby went to get the pictures developed. Bobby had a friend in town that knew how sensitive these kind of pictures were. He would have them done in under an hour for him. Plus he wouldn't report them or keep any extra. John had his head phones on as he watched the footage. Pastor Jim was in the room as well, keeping an extra set of eyes on them. Dean still looked exhausted and poor Sammy was an emotional wreck. Know he was asleep but, the need he felt to be next to his brother was so overwhelming. He needed that comfort of his brother and Dean was more than willing to give it. He didn't say "no chick flick moments" once. Just held onto his brother and comforted him. Dean wouldn't except comfort but gave it freely. He was in need of some as well. Especially tonight. He was marked by this spirit and that meant another visit from their female visitor. 'John please don't make him do this again'. Pastor Jim prayed as he thought of their next step in this plan. He knew Dean wouldn't survive another one of her visits.
Dean was making sure Sam was comfortable as he shifted slightly on the bed. He had to use the bathroom but, Sam was so scared to let him out of his sight and reach. Dean looked over at his father again. John looked to be all business again. He was studying the video like a hawk. He would pause here and there, take some notes, draw a sketch and then continue watching. Pastor Jim was sitting beside them saying prayers and turning his rosary beads. Unfortunately the urge was to strong and Dean called out to Jim. "Hey Padre, could you help me get him off for a moment?". Dean asked. Jim was startled by Dean's voice. He hadn't said anything since his encounter. "Sure". Jim made his way over and helped to lift Sammy off his lap. He placed a pillow where Dean's leg used to be. Sam shifted slightly and then was still. Dean sighed, he was hoping he wouldn't wake up. He held out his hand to Jim. "Sorry, do you mind helping me?". He asked. Jim smiled. "Help you Dean. I never mind". Jim helped him to stand, giving him a moment to get everything in focus before he moved. Dean closed his eyes for a moment and took some deep breaths. "You ok?". Dean nodded slightly. "Yeah I'm ok. A little dizzy but, ok". Jim nodded and started helping Dean to the restroom. John wasn't paying attention. When he looked up he saw only one of his children in the bed. He immediately was on his feet, reaching for his weapon. "John, relax. He is in the bathroom". Jim told him when he saw John panicking. John sat down again and put his head in his hands. "Some hunter I am. I don't even realize my exhausted sons slow movements to the bathroom". John berated himself. Jim left the his place by the door for a moment. "You are a great hunter John".
Dean had fallen asleep again. It wasn't long after his bathroom break that he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and dozed off. Bobby and Ellen were back at the room looking over the pictures. There were many where her face was distorted or blurry. They had some that were decent but, not the best. "We got some characteristics to go on but, not a face. This is still gonna take some time". Bobby told John as he laid the useable pictures out on the table. John wasn't finding many clear frames either. It was breaking his heart to watch his sons face turn from pure happiness from seeing his mother to pure terror at seeing her real face. It seemed that he was doing ok until she laid her hand on him. "What did she do here?". John asked Bobby. "She puts her hand on his head and suddenly he just opens his eyes and obeys her". John pointed out to the others. He was speaking in hushed tones. He wanted to let Dean sleep and he wanted to keep Sam calm. He was reading and that was his usual calming mechanism. So John wanted to keep him that way. Bobby and Ellen started looking through their books and information.
"See here, she can actually manipulate another persons thoughts. When she is connected to her victim, she can make them listen to her. Some are able to resist her influence. These require more than just sight and sound manipulation. It requires thought as well. She literally takes control of his thought process and makes him do what she wants". Bobby read off. "So she made him do it. Bitch". John said as he sat down at the table again, eyes on his children. "So he was resisting her, he was actually tuning her out. He wasn't looking or listening to her". Sam smiled and had to add "Dean never ignores women". John smiled at his son. At least Sammy was finding the humor in this. 'Just like Dean would've'. John thought proudly. 'Maybe he was more like Dean than me'.
