The First World
The man with the shaggy hair was tossing and turning. He was watching through another's eyes. He hated to admit he was jealous. This life, this dream is something he always wanted. An apple pie life. A family, a house, small children, a wife. He couldn't see their faces, but all had dark hair like him and his wife. There was even a dog. Talk about stereotypical.
But he could see how happy everyone was. He was inside doing the dishes since his wife just recently celebrated her birthday and he prepared a fancy dinner just for her. The guests were outside joking and laughing and there were other children. They were chasing each other and laughing. They were too far away to see their faces, but he felt like going outside and playing too.
Then something happened. Fire. Lots of fire. The Bible called it Revelations. He felt the tears going down his face when they all burned. He woke up crying when his brother shook him awake.
Present World
Sam woke up with a start. He felt hot. So hot. The temperature in his room must be turned up. He looked up at his sleeping girlfriend, she looked so peaceful. Sam gave her an extra blanket, she looked chilly.
"Mmm." She moaned.
"Shh." Sam sat up to turn up the heat, Piper must be freezing.
He got out of bed and checked the temperature. Hmm. It was exactly the same as he left it. Nonetheless, he turned up the dial anyway. Hearing the heaters kick in, he went back to bed.
"Sam. Sammy."
"Dean? Where are you?" It was so hot.
"Be careful Sam."
Sam woke up sweating.
"Dean." He picked up his phone to call his brother and then saw the time. "3:23 am? Forget it." As tempting as it was to call his brother, he wouldn't, Dean needed his sleep. But he sent him a text to call him as soon as he woke up.
What was he dreaming about anyway? He couldn't remember for the life of him. He picked up his shorts and pyjama pants off the floor and got dressed. He decided to go and watch TV for a bit. He quietly walked out, being careful not to wake Piper, she needed her sleep as well. He went to the bathroom to wash his face and to use the toilet. After his business was done he went to the living room to watch something, anything, to get his mind off the nightmare he had just before he woke up. Picking up the remote, he turned on the television.
"Back to our developing story. The bodies of a US Marshal and a missing police detective were found murdered with another victim, a missing young woman. The culprit's name was not released but witnesses say he was a missing teacher from the town of Fruita, Colorado."
Sam changed the channel. That was the town Dean and Garth were in. They must have destroyed those vampires. Sam wondered who that US Marshal was. Probably the woman's partner. Too bad. In their line of work, losing people was never easy. No matter how many lives you save, the guilt is there about the ones you couldn't. He decided to watch something else instead. Oh! An infomercial. The announcer was talking about food choppers.
"Sam? Honey? What is going on?" Piper asked. She woke up when he heard the voice of the television.
"Couldn't sleep."
"You want some hot chocolate? To help you relax?"
"Yes please."
Sam smiled when Piper put on the kettle. What a great girl. So thoughtful, so sweet. He was the luckiest guy on earth. Ignoring the TV, he goes up to her and kisses the back of her neck. When she moaned, he proceeded to take off her robe. They only paused to unplug the kettle and they both ended up on the kitchen floor not caring where they were. Afterwards, on the couch, both were smiling and holding each other.
"Sam. We need to get dressed." They were naked, but cares?
"Nah. We are alone. Besides I like the 'au naturale' look."
Piper smiles. Sam was right. Her sisters were in San Francisco, and Dean was in LA. They had the whole house to themselves.
"Want to have round two? This time in the bedroom?"
Sam takes her hand. Shoving the memories of his nightmares away, he and Piper close the bedroom door behind them.
Dean was sleeping in his cheap motel room. His motel roommate Garth was next to him in the next bed snoring away. When the alarm rang, both woke up. Dean groaned. He hated mornings.
"Morning sleepyhead."
"Hnnnh." Dean grumbles. Why did he set his alarm so early? He must be a masochist.
"Want some coffee?"
Dean nods.
"Be right back."
Dean groans. Eight am. Ugh. Unfortunately, this motel room has no coffee maker. He decided to have a shower, but he had to check his messages.
'Dean call me ASAP.'
Dean took no time dialing Sam's number.
"Sammy? Everything's okay?" They always worried about one another. "Is she okay?" Dean liked her, she was just as protective of her sisters.
"I'm fine. She's fine. How was your case?"
They chatted for a few minutes, Sam sighed at hearing about Jane's dad.
"Poor girl, it's never easy losing a parent." Piper lost her mom when she was very young, and her grandmother when she was a young adult.
"Yeah." They talked for another minute till Sam told Dean he had to go.
"Good luck in LA, tell Jenna we said hi."
"I will. Thanks, Sammy." Once Dean hung up, he went to have a shower.
Once he finished brushing his teeth and got dressed, Garth came back with two XL coffees and doughnuts for Dean.
"Here you go, breakfast of champions. At least for you. For myself, I stopped by a twenty-four-hour supermarket and bought myself a cow heart."
"Thanks, Garth." He was used to Garth's eating habits. He wasn't even grossed out when Garth started chowing down on the raw heart. Dean was too busy drinking his coffee and eating donuts. He needed strength. Today was the day he got his girl back.
The Third World
The light in the air was flashing. There were no guards. Why should it? No one could see where this light came from. Then someone fell through. A blonde young man. Then another one. A blonde woman. They looked at each other in disbelief. Where are they? They discovered this light by accident when the eclipse started. As soon as they saw it they knew they had to jump through. The angels were closing in. Luckily the light closed up before the angels discovered where they went.
Garth was on his way to save his friends, Reverend Myers and his daughter Bess from the cult that kidnapped them. The cult leaders wanted to use them as examples to warn other werewolves what would happen if they disobeyed them and were planning to sacrifice them when the eclipse started. Garth knew he had to act quickly. He was hoping he wasn't over his head. Damn it! He should call Dean. No way he could take them all on himself.
Dean was sitting outside Jenna's condo. He knocked for over twenty minutes, there was no answer. Dammit. He hoped she didn't leave yet. He was holding a huge bouquet of flowers. He wanted to get roses, but when he called Phoebe and her sisters for advice, they all said that was too typical. They suggested a mix of tropical flowers instead. So he did. Damn flowers are expensive! But worth the price to see Jenna again.
He was thinking about what to say when he got a phone call. No! Not now! He pressed ignore. Then the phone rang again. He looked at the ID. Garth. Dammit. He must be in trouble. He better be or Dean would be pissed.
"Hello?"
"Dean! I need help. It's Garth."
"Are you alright?"
"No. You know my errand? It's some friends of mine. They are in danger. I need your help."
"Tell me about it."
A while later Garth and Dean were outside a warehouse. Dean was annoyed. Usually, he wouldn't mind letting off some steam from a hunt, but does it have to be now?! Dammit. He should have asked Sam to come along. Hopefully, this doesn't take long. At the moment his flowers were on Jenna's porch. Dean prayed his flowers weren't stolen.
"Okay. Garth. Let me get this straight." He whispered. "Your girlfriend and her father were abducted by his wife to be sacrificed to their god, Fenrir? And it has to be done when the eclipse begins?"
"Yes."
"Why would a pastor's wife kill her family? Especially for a demigod?"
"Joy went crazy after her brother died. She is a purebred werewolf, usually purebreds are a proud species of werewolves. They see humans as meat and see bitten werewolves like trash. She and her blood relatives believe they can start Ragnarok by sacrificing them."
"Isn't your friends purebloods?"
"Yep. But to them, they are tainted. Jim wants all the werewolves to coexist with the humans and other supernatural creatures. That is why he became a Reverend. His church preaches love and acceptance for all creatures. But Joy is more interested in resurrecting the Maw of Fenris. A cult dedicated to werewolves inheriting the Earth and ruling over all creatures."
"Damn. That sucks. You called me for help. Then tell me what we are up against." He hoped this wouldn't take long.
"From what I seen there are four including Joy, plus three others. I don't know what the three werewolves want, but I know they are members of the church, not the cult. They are young and impressionable, Dean, we have to be careful not to hurt or kill them."
"Then we have to draw them out, after we subdue them, we can kill the other four and save your friends. Sorry, I don't know their names."
"The blonde inside is Jim Myer's daughter, Bess, my fiancée. Jim is a Reverend, and the other three are Christian, Neveah and Ivan. Those are church members. Other than Joy, her cousins are Pat, Jobah, and Russ. I know them. None of them are pleasant to talk to unless you talk about ruling Earth. Dean. Be careful. One of them is a cop."
"A cop. Got it. Okay, now how do we draw out the other three teenagers without alerting the cultists?"
"I was kinda hoping you would know. Since you are a hunter."
Dean put his head in his hands.
"You are a hunter too, Garth."
"Yes, but Bess and Jim are my first priority. If they die, other werewolves will become feral. We cannot let them happen. Please."
Dean sighed.
"Okay. When does the eclipse start?"
"Let's see, it's after 10:30, about ninety minutes."
"Great. Okay, Garth, I want you to make some noises. These kids in there are young, like high school age?" Garth nods. "K, I want you to text them and inform them that there is a contest being held to see a famous social media star. They do follow those kinds of channels?" Garth nods. "Okay, use a spoofing app and tell them they are the three finalists. The first two will be entered to win a chance to have dinner with their favourite YouSharer. Make sure the place is being held far away from here."
Garth nods.
"Dean, how do you know all that?" He didn't think Dean cared about social media.
"I have a friend." He hoped his flowers weren't stolen. Otherwise, Dean would have to resort to stealing them from various hotels. LA was full of them.
"Gotcha." Garth gives him a thumbs up. "What are you gonna do?"
"I'm going to draw the cop out with some noises, then once he goes, I'll take care of the rest. Garth. I know Bess is your girl, but don't come charging in like a superhero. These people have been werewolves longer than you. Think like a hunter. Think about Bess."
Garth nods. He watches Dean go around the corner making various noises to draw one of the werewolves out. When one checked to see what that was, Dean threw a rock. The guy sniffed the air seeing where the rock came from and went around the corner. When his phone buzzed, Garth saw Dean's text.
'Watch over the kids, they'll be right out.'
Sure enough, three teenagers walked out of the church talking excitedly.
"Hey! Get back here!" A man shouted chasing after them.
"Sorry! We have an appointment!" One of them yells out.
Garth didn't follow them, he needed to stay behind. However, he was watching them, luckily none were being followed. He waited to see Dean's signal, so they could sneak in.
Dean was hiding from the wolf, wasn't easy, the guy's instincts were strong. Dean held his breath when the guy stopped in front of Dean's hiding place, hopefully, the guy didn't find him.
'C'mon, go! Get!' Dean yells silently. He didn't have his machete but did carry a silver knife. A slit throat will keep him quiet before Dean saws his head off.
The werewolf stares furiously at the teenagers walking away. He knew Joy wouldn't be happy, she needed numbers. Oh well. He decided to go back inside, he was getting thirsty.
Dean breathed a sigh of relief when he walked away, he was getting a leg cramp from crouching for so long. However, he still had to give his signal. He takes off his jacket and slices his arm, hoping to get the bastard's attention.
Sniff. Sniff
Blood. Fresh human blood. The guy let out a soft growl. Forget about water, blood would quench it. Plus he could get a meal out of it as well. He sniffs the air seeing where the blood is coming from.
"Agh!" The guy grunted feeling the blade stabbing his heart.
"Nothing personal." Dean twists the knife. When the werewolf dropped dead, he pulled out the knife. But before he can hide his body, his eyesight goes black.
"Hmph. You hunters are all alike." Shame about those kids, but a human would make a better sacrifice. She figured Garth would come along to save his luna, she was willing to sacrifice him for her god. She drags Dean away, if she knew the Winchesters, Sam would be nearby as well. "Looks like we'll be eating well tonight." She smacked her lips, hunters always tasted sweeter.
Garth watches as the three teens walk away. He sent them to a radio station across town, he knew there was a celebrity getting interviewed. Hopefully, those kids were fans, but even if they weren't, they'd be on the lookout to meet the DJ, who was very popular with his listeners.
He didn't see Dean but sensed him nearby. Taking a glance at his phone, he was curious to see who was getting interviewed.
"Dean you are missing out." Garth knew her, he was subscribed to her channel. "Paris huh? Don't eat too many snails." Garth wasn't a fan of French food. "Congratulations." He wrote on her wall, shame he didn't have time to meet her. Thinking about Bess, he shakes his head. "Concentrate Garth. And stop talking to yourself."
Ten minutes later Garth was getting restless. Where was Dean? He checked his phone. No messages.
"I'll give you five more minutes." After a few minutes passed, Garth started right get worried. He knew Dean, maybe not as well as other hunters, but he had a feeling Dean was in trouble. He hurries over to where Dean is hiding, and when he sees the dead body bedside Dean's jacket, he knows Dean is in trouble.
'Sam. I think Dean is in danger. Pat, his cousins must have captured him. And before you ask, we're on a hunt for wolves.'
Garth puts away his phone, but not before putting it on silent. Remembering Dean's words, he had to act like a hunter, not as a wolf. Spying crates nearby, he stacks them together to climb to the roof. Hopefully, there was a skylight.
Lawrence, Kansas
Ring!
Sam's phone goes off inside his jeans. Sam was in the shower and never heard the notification.
"You better leave me hot water." Piper mumbled. She knew Sam's routine well, his hair took forever to wash. Hearing a phone ringing, she takes Sam's phone out of his jeans and places it on his nightstand. She then takes off her clothes to join him, might as well she needed to wash her hair.
'Sam?' He typed. No answer. He dials Sam's number. Silence.
"Sorry, Sam. But Dean needs me." He puts his phone away. Spying a skylight, he peeks inside. Hopefully, Dean took care of things, Garth wasn't used to being the hero, he usually liked to be the sidekick. When he looked inside he saw Dean, Bess and Reverend Myers tied up on chairs. But that wasn't the only thing that worried him. It was the sight of Joy's cousins, Jobah and Russ tied up and held down with silver chains as well. What was Joy up to? He decided to listen. Good thing he was a werewolf. He needed his enhanced senses.
"Joy. What is going on?" Russ asked as he woke up. Joy was holding a knife.
"The eclipse is about to begin." She holds up the dagger. "Pure silver. Burns when I hold it, but I need spilled blood." She paces back and forth. "Before I kill Bess and you, I need to make a few sacrifices. The Book commands a ritual sacrifice of a fellow werewolf to begin Ragnarok. Especially a pureblood." She smiles at the glint. "Fenris, why did we forget the old ways? Imagine how disappointed he must be." She puts down her knife. "To begin the ceremony, I need to sacrifice an innocent." She smirks at Dean. "Not you, although it is tempting. But you're a killer." Shame those kids left, Joy was going to kill them first. "But a living relative is the next best thing." She smiles sympathetically at her cousins. "Sorry. But I need to make a few sacrifices for the greater good." She heard her husband's voice, he was pleading with her to listen to reason.
"Joy! The Maw is no more! You don't need to sacrifice your kin! We can start anew! Fenris is not listening. He doesn't care!" Jim pleaded. He was worried about Joy. Yes, she was his wife, but this is not the gentle woman he married, this was someone else. Her eyes were full of madness.
"You mean your cowardly way? Ha! A hunter killed my brother. He did no wrong. Despite being a werewolf, he never killed a human man. A hunter killed him in cold blood. He never bothered to think about the kind soul he was. Once Ragnarok begins, I will make sure all hunters are eliminated. Starting with this one. Dean Winchester." She walked up to Dean. "It was your father John that killed him. My brother begged for his life. He was like Garth. A werewolf that refused to kill humans. Your father didn't care. He killed him for no reason. I spent years looking for him. But since he is not here, I will kill you instead. Then I'll kill your brother, than any kin, the Winchesters leave behind. Any last words?"
Dean smiled.
"I don't understand wolves, like you don't understand hunters. Even if Ragnarok began, the world would be destroyed. Not by hunters, but by the Creator Himself."
Joy gives Dean the same smile back.
At least werewolves will rule. At least till the end. When time ends, we'll be the last ones left standing." She takes out her gun and shoots one of her cousins. "Sorry, Jobah." As she shot his heart.
When Russ sees his brother shot in cold blood, he begs for his life.
"Joy! You don't need to do this! I follow the Maw!"
Joy shakes her head.
Bang.
"The Maw demands blood. When I'm done, I'll find every traitor and hunt them all down." Russ didn't do anything wrong, but he did let those teenagers go by turning his back on them.
Both Bess and Jim were in shock. Joy was insane. The grief of losing her brother must have broken her. Jim was saddened. He should have seen it sooner. He was there when Joy discovered her brother's body.
Joy was sobbing holding her brother's body.
"Why?!" She screamed. She held his head. Her brother's face was cold to the touch. "He did nothing wrong!"
"Joy. I'm sorry." If only he told Charlie to stay home during the full moon.
"He was just a kid!" He wasn't even twenty yet. She cried harder. "That hunter, I will kill him, but not until I eat his loved ones' hearts right in front of his face."
"Joy. Revenge won't bring him back. Charlie wouldn't want you to do this." He and Charlie dreamed about a peaceful world. He started his church based on Charlie's beliefs. "I'll start planning the funeral, that way Charlie could rest."
"Joy." This was all his fault. He should have comforted her, not pushed for forgiveness. "It's been years. Please, don't do this. Your brother will not want this. He refused to follow the Maw. It was his idea to coexist with humans in the new church he started." At the age of sixteen, he wanted to be a priest. Growing up in an abusive home, he refused to follow his father's way, he and Joy, their father was part of a cult. "Remember your childhood? How afraid you were? Especially about Charlie? He was beaten throughout his childhood. You, him. Both of you ran away when you were barely a teen." Jim heard the stories. How gentle Charlie was.
"And that was my mistake." Joy never listened to her father's preaching. How The Maw ruled back in the old days. "If I hadn't run away, Charlie would have been protected. My father knew how evil Man was. Always destroying what they don't understand." She takes a sharp breath. "At least I can have Ragnarok." Her whole pack was dead, including her father and everyone she grew up with. John Winchester, he didn't care.
"Mom..."
"Stepmom! I am not your mother! How many times do I have to tell you!" She never wanted children. "I'm the last one in my bloodline. You don't count. God." She saw Bess tearing up. "When the eclipse starts, you will be the first to die. Then I'll kill Jim. Then when Garth comes, I'll kill him too." She picks up her knife. "Any last words?"
"I do." Dean looked up and saw Garth peeking in. "My dad, he was flawed, but so was yours." He grimaced at Joy's slap.
"Bastard."
"Honey. We can leave, start over." Jim begged. "Purebloods, bitten. We can co-exist together. Peacefully." It was Joy that turned him, when he proposed, Joy bit him and Bess to keep them together.
"There will never be peace." She was stupid to believe Jim's words. "Goodbye." She can easily find another pack. But before she could stab Bess, the sounds of a window breaking made everyone look up. Garth was glaring at Joy with his teeth fanged.
Garth was horrified hearing Joy's story. Poor woman. But when he heard what she was going to do to his friends, he started transforming. He smashes through the window to stop Joy.
Dean watched as Garth crashed through the window. He saw how angry Garth was. His teeth were fanged out and he was growling at Joy. Dean saw werewolves angry, but none looked as feral as Garth was now. Garth was pissed and glaring hard at Joy. If that was Sam and Jenna in those chairs, Dean would do be as angry as him. Although he wondered how he'd get out of these chains.
Garth was growling hard. Seeing Bess about to be murdered brought out a deep fury. Especially when Joy yawned.
"Put those fangs away little boy. You're still a pup." She raised her gun to shoot Garth.
Garth snarled and leaped on top of Joy. She was so startled to see Garth feral, that she dropped her gun.
"You'll wish you died by a hunter." He goes to rip out her neck. Dying by a bitten was considered a great shame by a pureblood. Just when he touches her throat, he hears Bess screaming his name.
"GARTH! NO! STOP!" She never saw Garth like this. His eyes, they were red.
Hearing Bess's voice caused Garth to look up. Bess was pleading with Garth not to commit murder.
"Garth. This isn't you. If you kill her, you will become a monster. Don't. Please, for me." Seeing and hearing her voice caused Garth to return to normal. Unfortunately, Joy took that chance to throw Garth off her.
"Foolish boy. You should have killed me when you had a chance. Now it is too late. Jim, you said you wanted to kill Ragnarok. Well, it will begin as soon as I bring a sacrifice." She picks up her gun. "Goodbye, Jim."
Donatello Redfield was pacing around in his hospital room. He voluntarily checked himself in when he saw visions of a tablet in an unknown language.
He was alone in his hotel in Northern Canada when he heard screaming. It was the middle of summer and a fog like that shouldn't have rolled into town that early in the season. When he went outside to look he felt like he just got struck by lightning. Then the visions began.
Donatello screamed when the light hit him. But it wasn't the shock that hurt him, it was seeing all those symbols.
Visions of an unknown language danced in his brain. Knowledge, divinity, he didn't just see them, he was part of it. Donatello, when he woke up, he knew he had to understand them. Then he saw Her.
The Woman. She was looking at him. Surrounded by dead bodies, She stared right into his soul.
Where was he? Nothing but Darkness, however, he didn't feel alone.
'Hello?' He sensed others.
'Not yet. You'll know when the time comes.'
When he came to, he found himself in handcuffs.
"Hello?" The Voice. She talked to him in the Darkness. "Who are You?" Even getting carted away in a police car, he kept calling her name. "Amara!" She never said Her Name, but Donatello knew It.
The RCMP arrested him thinking he was an international terrorist. He was sitting in a Canadian jail cell for a few days, they had no choice but to hold him since he was the only one found alive in the area he was standing in. Donatello never answered anyone's questions, he was too busy muttering nonsense.
"The future, it cannot be stopped."
He was let go after a few days, the experts concluded the fog was believed to be caused by natural causes. The same fog was in Colorado and Southland, New Zealand all in the same week, killing everyone who breathed it. As far as what caused it, experts were stumped. Some say it was the Earth's crust shifting, while others say it was an underground volcano that erupted in the middle of the ocean. But CO2 poisoning didn't cause black streaks. Whatever it was, every dead body was taken in to be burned and the ashes buried.
Donatello sat down on his bed. He heard the lunch cart going by, but he wasn't hungry. He didn't look up when the nurse put down his tray, he was too busy thinking about the past. How he ended up here, as a patient in a mental hospital.
Donatello got off the plane. It was a long flight and was happy to stretch his legs.
'Welcome to Iqaluit!' The sign says with an Inuit cartoon character waving hello. Donatello nodded at the sign, he had never been this far up north before.
He was in the city of Iqaluit, Nunavut Canada, on a personal trip. He was interested in the geography of the area and came there to explore the discovery of a crevice that just opened. He was only a professor at a local college in his hometown, but when the news came on while he was eating breakfast said they discovered a crevice that was just opened, he had this overwhelming feeling that he needed to be there immediately.
It all started while eating his breakfast. He was reading the newspaper, as usual, while the radio playing softly in the background. He usually liked listening to the news, he wanted to be well-informed about the world.
"In today's news, miners have discovered a crevice that opened up overnight in northern Canada. Why is this news you may ask? Just a few hours before the area was made out of solid bedrock. Scans showed the area was next to impossible to dig, the local mining company was set to lose millions in investors money who were interested in finding gold deposits in the area."
At first, Donatello paid no attention. He wasn't a geographer, he taught history. He was reading an article about the ongoing climate crisis when the radio piqued his attention.
"Miners were shocked when they saw the hole appear literally overnight, geologists say a crevice that opened up that suddenly would trigger an earthquake. But other than the unusual hole, it was like it was always there."
"Weird." Donatello yawned as he closed the paper. As he goes to do the dishes, a deep sense of responsibility comes over him. He didn't know why, all he knew was that he had to leave town, right now. Turning off his sink, he immediately calls a travel agency. "Hi. I need a flight to Canada. The soonest one, price is no object." The college was on a summer break and he had no classes scheduled, so he immediately booked the first plane out to Canada to check things out. While in the air, he wondered if he was crazy.
'Why am I doing this?' He never liked the cold. He knew it was always chilly up in that region, even in summer. 'Oh well. I'll consider this my summer adventure.' He rationalizes. He sits back in his first-class seat and relaxes. Once he got to his hotel, he immediately called a cab to take him to the mining site. He convinced the scientists there that he was interested in exploring the soil and rock samples there to teach his classes about the new discovery.
"You came all this way for your classes?" The guy asked. He was wearing a hard hat, he was the head geographer.
"I don't see why not. My students will love a lecture this September. This will keep everyone from falling asleep."
While he was there, he had the overwhelming feeling there was something very important just for him. He pretended to be interested in the rock formations that were there, but he was there to look for a very important rock. It took him a while, till he found it. It was covered in limestone and when he held it he knew it was his duty to protect it.
"My god." It didn't look like much, but he knew this was special. He quickly hides it under a pile of dirt, there were too many people around. He bid his time, but fuck it was hard, all Donatello knew was that he had to take that rock and run. Patiently he waited till everyone left, otherwise, the scientists there would demand he hand the rock over for extensive studying.
Once everyone either left or had their backs turned, Donatello immediately dug up the rock and put it in the back of his pants. Strangely enough, the rock was light as a feather. To ward off suspicion, he sits down, pretending he tripped. Luckily the place was dirty, no one gave him a second look. He quickly leaves the cave, hoping his walk looked normal. However, that wasn't the only thing he found. On his out of the cave he also saw something sparkling. Looking closely at it, he saw it was a meteor. It was small but was pulsating a powerful energy. He immediately hides it in his pocket.
This meteor, was this responsible for this cave appearing? As tempting as it was to study it, he had to get the hell out of there as soon as possible. He flags down a passing cab to return to his hotel.
Donatello stares at the small meteor. To the naked eye, it didn't look like much, but Donatello knew better.
"Did you lead me here?" He asked the rock. He felt peaceful holding it. "You're so soothing!" If Donatello was under stress, it immediately ended as soon as he held it. "I'm never going to get rid of you."
He then put the rock down, there was something else he was meant to look at. Taking out the larger stone from his pants, he wondered why he went out of his way to steal this. He studied it closely, he wondered what it was. As tempting as it was to open it, he had this overwhelming feeling he shouldn't.
"I need to protect this." Donatello knew, that this was for him.
He considered putting it in his bag and taking it home, but he knew either the Canadian or American government would immediately confiscate it the moment they searched his bags. Donatello thought about putting it in through the mail, but the end result would be the same. He sat down stumped, till he looked at his laptop.
"Duh." He mentally slapped himself. Luckily he had private Internet.
He never expected to hack into the deep web, other than shopping occasionally online, he rarely used the Internet, preferring books for his research. He needed to find a smuggler, someone who was proficient in trafficking forbidden goods across the border.
Donatello yawned. Who would have thought it would be so difficult to find someone? He crossed off drug mules, human traffickers, scam artists, and anyone who was probably well-skilled in what he was looking for. But Donatello needed the best. After two hours he found a guy.
'I need something delivered. How much.' Short, sweet, to the point. It took another hour for the guy to write back, but once he proved he was the real deal based on the "reviews," he wrote back.
'It depends on what you're shipping.'
Once they agreed on a price, Donatello headed down to the nearest post office. It was pricey but fair. Donatello prayed he wasn't ripped off, he didn't care about the money, it was this thing; whatever it was.
"Good luck." He squeezed his lucky rock.
Once it was shipped to the guy's P.O. Box, Donatello returned to his hotel. It was getting dark, so Donatello got ready for bed.
What he didn't expect was getting robbed that night.
"Where are you?" Donatello was panicking. His lucky rock was gone. "I knew it was too good to be true." He considered calling the front desk to complain, but what could he say? His wallet, Rolex, and passport were still on his nightstand. "Guess your owner missed you." Donatello never believed in aliens, but that feeling that meteorite gave him made him feel like part of the universe. At least he could take solace that his other treasure was safe, hopefully. He packed up to leave, his flight was in two hours.
Donatello tossed in and turned in his sleep. Visions of that same language danced in his head. Visions of a voice, speaking to Donatello in a language he couldn't understand. Then Her. The Darkness.
Donatello woke up in a cold sweat.
"I can't live like this." He needed a drink.
Donatello was staring at the tablet. This thing, this was underneath the stone shell. Whatever it was, it gave him that same feeling that meteorite did. The same visions in his dreams were written on this tablet.
"Why me?" He was just a professor at a small college. "Amara. Did you send me this?" He wondered who She Was. What She Was. He downed his whisky.
As much as tried to go back to his routine, he couldn't. His nightmares were getting worse. So he called his psychiatrist who recommended he stay at a private hospital in California.
Donatello wasn't sure why she sent him here, there were mental clinics in Oklahoma that were more cheaper and more local. But once he checked in, he was immediately offered a private room. As he signed the papers, he flinched at the price.
"Hope my insurance covers this." Luckily his insurance covered most of it, while Donatello paid the rest. "There aren't any hidden fees I'll have to pay for later on, right?" He asked the Director.
"We are very discreet. We do specialize in very unusual cases. Unlike other hospitals, we don't pump you up with drugs, or offer unnecessary therapy. We want every one of our clients to return to a normal life." Natalie Wasil tells him as he gives her back her pen.
Return to a normal life? What kind of hospital was this place? Oh well, it was too late to turn back. His visions never went away, even when he drank himself to blackness.
After a few days, Donatello was starting to feel better. The therapy he was taking helped a lot, unlike other therapists, she didn't tell him he was mentally ill, or prescribed harmful drugs. Other than some sleeping pills, Donatello was on his way to returning to a normal life as Natalie promised. Until the armed guards came.
"What's going on? Where am I going?" Donatello didn't think much when each patient kept getting taken away one by one by the new security guards. "Am I getting released?" Donatello wasn't ready to check out yet. He tensed seeing the gun. "Are we under lockdown?" Donatello saw security when he checked in, but none carried heavy weapons like the AK the guy was holding.
"Silence." The guard tells him. He leads Donatello to an empty room where a pretty blonde woman is setting up equipment.
"Donatello Redfield I assume." She tells him in her British accent.
"Are you the new psychiatrist?" He asked. "Ow!" When the guard hits him with his gun.
"I said keep quiet!"
The woman gestures for Donatello to sit down.
"This won't take long. We just want to see what's in your head."
Donatello feels himself stepping backwards.
"I was told I don't need electroshock therapy." He flinched feeling the gun on his back.
"This won't take long. Oh, where are my manners? Lady Toni Bevelle, I'm the new director at Sacred Meadows. Please have a seat."
Donatello just stood in his spot. Feeling himself getting pushed towards Toni's direction, he asked where Natalie was.
"Ms Wasil, where is she?" As he felt himself getting hooked up. Normally he wouldn't question anything, but something seemed wrong.
"On a last-minute vacation. Now, we can begin." Donatello couldn't only watch as she took out a needle. "Are you human? Or a whitelighter?"
"What?" Was his last word before his eyesight went dark.
Donatello felt numb as he was getting wheeled back to his room. He heard voices.
"Where are the others?"
"You mean the janitor, cook and nurse? I assume they went back to Heaven."
"Whitelighters. Hmph. They have no business working here, they should stick to helping witches."
Whitelighters? Witches? Donatello's head was so groggy. Where was he going? He was going in the opposite direction where his room was.
"Lady Bevelle ordered this one to be locked up. Where the crazies go."
Donatello felt so weak as the guards placed his arms in a straitjacket.
"Get some sleep. You have therapy in the morning. Night night." Donatello stumbled when he got thrown in a padded room.
"Natalie? Amara?" He felt so heavy. What kind of drugs did they give him? As he passed out again.
The next few days were hell. Every day they pumped him with heavy drugs. Why, Donatello didn't know. He saw others getting the same treatment, he heard the screams.
"I only paid for two weeks. I'm ready to leave." Donatello wanted nothing more than to go home.
"That isn't your decision." Toni took out another needle, this time a bigger one.
"What are you going to do with me." He asked fearfully. The needle looked like it was glowing.
"Whitelighter essence. I can't make heads or tails of your visions, maybe this will help me understand them."
He screamed when she jabbed him with the needle. He felt like his blood was on fire.
"Noooo." He moaned. His visions were just dreams. What he saw next, he wished they just killed him instead.
"Donny. Can you read this?" A guy asked. He was dressed in a flannel shirt.
"Please. We have to see what Chuck is up to." The taller one placed an identical tablet on his lap.
'That thing is evil. Don't read it.' Donatello tells his counterpart. Then another vision appears.
A boy was standing in a graveyard. He was going to be executed by the one holding the Magic Gun.
'What am I looking at?' Donatello wondered. He saw the One with a beard smiling. He immediately looked away, That Man, He frightened Donatello.
Visions of The End came right after. Donatello started screaming. It was only the Beginning.
Donatello didn't protest getting led back to his room. He wasn't put in a straitjacket, they didn't need to, he was a vegetable.
"Prepare him for transport, he will be returning to England for further testing."
Further testing? He wasn't a lab rat. He was an atheist, but he prayed for help.
He was locked up in straps when he heard shouts. Donatello was staring blankly at the ceiling and had no idea what was going on out there.
"What's going on out there!" Someone shouted.
"Check it out!"
Donatello wasn't sure if he was seeing an illusion, but when a woman came inside the room and started freeing him, he asked if the flight to England was long.
"I get airsick easily. Make sure the drugs you give me make me sleep." Donatello didn't care anymore, he was so tired.
"We're not terrorists. You and everyone else are now freed."
Donatello wasn't convinced, but when Natalie went to see him, she apologized for being away. She then healed his injuries with a soft white light.
"I'm so sorry. I let my guard down. I can't make up what they did to you, but I can heal your body at least."
Natalie wouldn't let him leave, she said he and everyone needed to be checked out for any physical and psychological damage. Donatello didn't care, although he wished he was back on those drugs. Those nightmares, Donatello knew they were real. The doctor who referred him to this place wasn't the only one who suggested it, it was that guy.
"Mr. Donatello?" A short, gremlin-looking man was standing on his porch.
"Can I help you? Sorry, I'm not interested in joining your church." He went to close the door.
"Wait. I don't belong in a church. My Father, He never attended, not since He..." The man shakes his head.
"Here." He hands Donatello an envelope. "I know what you have." He nodded at the package on Donatello's table.
"It's nothing." Damn smuggler. He said his services were supposed to be discreet.
"It doesn't matter who reads it, you are one of many meant for it." The guy looks into his eyes and silently gives him his name.
"Metatron." Donatello wondered how he knew that.
"Expect two others to come to see you. Tell them what you know." Metatron walked away, but not before telling him not to be afraid. "Those visions, consider them a blessing. I chose you because you don't let your beliefs cloud your judgment."
Donatello didn't know what to say. He simply closed the door.
When a young man and his sister came by a few days later, he told them what he knew. The tablet gave him a huge migraine reading it, but he read it anyway.
"Good luck." He tells them. The boy, Donatello knew he wasn't an ordinary man. His sister was very overprotective of him. After they left, he went to pack to head to California. But before he headed upstairs, he opened the envelope.
'Behold the True Face of God.'
Donatello didn't know why he understood that. It was written in that same weird language.
"Good thing I'm heading to a mental institution then." He went to finish packing.
'That place, it will help you understand.'
"Shut up." Donatello was already sick of this.
"Joy. No. Please." Jim begged.
Once the room started darkening, they knew the eclipse was about to begin. Joy started setting up her altar. A copy of a book of Ragnarok was on it, along with a silver goblet and her dagger.
"Oh Fenrir, our loyal Master. I beseech you my offering. The blood of the pureblood. The blood spilled represents the blood of our fallen brothers and sisters. I present you my body. So Ragnarok can begin."
When Jim saw what she was about to do, he screamed at her to stop.
"Joy! This isn't the way! We're your family! The Maw, there's a reason the wolves forgot about it!"
"Joy! Mom! Please! We still love you!" Bess, kind-hearted as she was, still cared about her stepmother.
"Listen to your family. Please. Garth begged. He saw Joy hesitating. But she shook her head and picked up her dagger.
"It's too late. Us, we'll always be hunted. Goodbye." Joy grunts as she stabs herself in the heart.
Dean closed his eyes. He hunted, only because that's all he knew. He heard Jim and Bess crying but didn't look in their direction, he was sure they'd blame him.
'I'm sorry Garth.' Garth was a wolf but was still his friend. He looked in Garth's direction and saw, Something.
The Something looked like a Shadow, but Dean knew It was Something More. It looked at Dean and made a grin with Its Finger.
Dean shuddered. That Thing. It acted like It knew him. He heard Garth's voice, but not before that Thing faded away.
"Dean. I'm going to get these chains off. Stay still."
Once everyone was untied Dean asked Bess and Jim if everyone was alright. When they both answered they were okay, his phone rang once he turned on the ringer.
"Dean! About time! What's going on! I've been calling you and Garth for hours!"
Once Dean explained to Sam what was going on, he went to talk to Garth once the eclipse ended. Garth, looked like he needed a friend.
"Garth. I'm sorry. If I could've helped." John Winchester only cared about the rules. If it's not human, kill it. The hunter's life, even Dean wondered if it was morally right. Not all monsters are evil.
Garth shakes his head.
"Dean. Thanks. You came through to me when I needed you. Bess is saved, and Jim is alive. But when Joy murdered her own family for a cult that no longer exists, he feels guilty. Especially her suicide. Poor guy." Poor Jim was making arrangements for her funeral with Bess.
"What are you going to do now Garth?" Dean wondered if Joy's cousins would get arrangements as well.
"Me, I'm going to take Bess and Jim back home. Then I'm going to get married. I want my final moments to be with the woman I love." Garth didn't need his instincts to know rough times were ahead.
Dean puts his hand on his shoulder.
"Garth. We are going to save this world. No one is going to die. You and Bess will go on, and maybe start a family. Don't you worry." Dean swore to make sure the planet stayed safe.
"Thanks, Dean." He then grabs Dean and gives him a huge bear hug ignoring Dean's protests. "Good luck with your errand."
"Oof." Damn for a weak-looking guy, Garth was strong. Dean felt the air leaving his body. "No problem." He gasped. "See you later Garth, Bess." He shakes Garth's hand. He then waves his goodbye to Reverend Jim who was praying over Joy and her cousin's bodies. "Take care." Once outside, he checks his phone to see if Jenna left a message.
Nothing.
"Then I'll wait. Whatever it takes." Dean then jumps inside his Impala to see Jenna. To see if he accepts his apology.
The Hard World
The four men get off the plane shaken. They were on their way to a 'Supernatural' convention when the plane engine blew. They were scared they would never see their families again. Their friend and fellow costar wasn't there, he was in Las Vegas. Hearing the news, he was terrified, but grateful they were okay. One of them remarked that their adventure was too similar to their characters' fates on the show, with one of the brothers in a casino with God. The actor who played him was currently in a casino safe and sound.
"Hell of a coincidence." Someone remarked. He eats his popcorn, He loves almost all His shows equally.