Disclaimer: Nope
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
I heard him coming back up the stairs. Shit... Chris gets up and looks over towards the door. She looks nervous with a hint of please.
Azazel opens the door and smirks before closing the door and locking it. I don't really know why he would be locking it unless he has an idea... Oh no.
He gets close up in my face and I hear banging on the door. "Dean!" Its Sam. He actually came to save me. Hope runs through my heart. We might have a chance to win this...
"S-" Before I can yell anything Azazel covers my mouth with his hand. Great. "Shhhh... Now Dean, this may be very uncomfortable for you but it will be very fun for me." Then he gets a wicked smile on his face.
The banging becomes louder. Ok, I know that Sam has been at Stanford for two years but he should have been able to kick the door open. Azazel must have used some demon, magic, power shit and locked the door with a perfect seal. Fan-fucking-tastic.
I look at Azazel with fear, or whatever is showing in my eyes, because I think I know exactly what he's planing to do. Meg, I think, knows too because she has a very evil, wicked smile on her face.
Before I have anymore thoughts he is screaming and black smoke is exiting my fathers mouth and entering mine...
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
"DEAN!" Sam yells behind the locked door. He hears a scream. Its muffled behind the door but he's pretty sure its a mix of Johns and Deans...
He and Bobby start kicking the door with all their might. Sam wonders why John had a blonde haired girl with him and why she looked so familliar... Maybe she went to Stanford too... Bitch!
Suddenly the door gives open and theres Dean all hooked up and John on the floor with alittle blood leaking from his scalp, and no sign of the blonde bitch.
Sam rushes toward Deans side, taking the entire top half of his brother in his lap. He is automatically checking for a pulse, listening to his breathing. He seems fine... What?
Sam is at a loss for words. But whatever. He has Dean, John is unconsious. Thinking of that, he looks over towards John. He should be a good son and check and see if his father is okay before calling the police.
"Sam...?" The soft call of his name from his brothers mouth has his attention. He quickly looks over at Bobby and silently asks him to check over John, then call the cops.
Bobby nods and walks over to John and simply checks his pulse. Its slow and sluggish but its there, not that he's happy 'bout that...
John suddenly blinks open, looks at Bobby right in the eyes. Bobby quickly grabs his gun and hold it at Johns head. Sam looks over at them, pausing his injury check, to glare at John.
"How could you?" Is all Sam whispers before turning back to Dean and carding a hand through his hair. John looks like someone kicked his puppy, and trys talking, he needs to warn them that that's not Dean, but he can't. He can't talk. If he trys he would sound like a sick 5 year old.
Sam notices Deans eyes finally fluttering. He had heard his brother call out his name and then pass out again. "Hey, Dean." He whispers. "How are you feeling? You got pretty messed up the past few days..." Sam trailes off, not wanting to bring that subject up right now.
"Sam?" Sammy?" Dean calls out softly. His hands are trembling where they are reaching out, searching for him.
Sam grasps his hand, puts it back down on the floor. He wants nothing more than to hug his brother and hold him close, but Dean doesn't need that right now. What he needs is medical attention (just incase), food, water, fresh air.
John whispers something Sam and Bobby both can barely hear. "What!?" Sam asks harshly. John says it a tiny bit louder this time and he can make out what he says.
"Thats not Dean."
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
I am SOOOOO SORRY! I went camping with my friend, and thats why this is so late! I might not be able to post this up coming Friday either because its the day before my birthday party (my actual birthday is tomorrow (August 7th) but we are having it on Saturday) so I will post when I can. See you next time :)