CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Dean
"Angh!"
A pained scream tore through the house.
What the fuck?
"Did Cehtlenn find us?" Sam asked, pushing up to standing from his bed on the floor.
"I don't know!" I jumped out of bed, grabbed the gun from under my pillow and we rushed to the door.
I flung it open to see Aaron, in his pajamas and holding his sword, looking just as confused as us.
"What the hell?" Aaron half shouted as he ran past me for the stairs, with Ezra close behind, both of them armed. Sam and I followed, guns at the ready.
Aaron hit the bottom first and flipped the light-switch. "Shit." He froze and so did Ezra, both wide-eyed with shock.
"What?" I was still too far up to see anything so I ducked to see under the ceiling overhang. 'Shit' was right. Zak, still in his black jeans and T-shirt, was on the couch curled into a ball, sobbing and, Christ, he sounded like he was begging. I didn't know the guy very well and he was kind of a dick. But the guy on the couch wasn't the bad ass Druid who'd summoned a Fae god. No. The guy on the couch was a terrified kid. And that tore at my chest.
"Move!" I shouted as I pushed past Ezra and shoved Aaron out of the way. "This ever happen before?" I yelled over another sobbing scream and rushed to the side of the couch.
"He doesn't do sleepovers!" Aaron yelled back as he, Ezra and Sam regained the ability to move and clustered around the front of the coffee table.
"Zak!" Aaron yelled and went to the head of the couch and reached to touch his shoulder.
"No!" I said as I set my gun down and sat on the small spot of couch that was available, "It's a night terror, if he doesn't finish it he could slip back in the next time he sleeps." Aaron hesitated but pulled back.
"izvinite, pojaluista!" Zak sobbed again.
"What the hell is he screaming?" I yelled over my shoulder to Sam.
"I don't know Russian!" he yelled back, throwing his hands out in frustration.
" 'I'm sorry, master. Please.'" Brian translated in a detatched monotone from the dining room table where he was sitting, elbow braced on the table, and fingers pressed to his forehead as he watched with a pained expression.
Everyone's eyes went from Brian then back to Zak. Aaron shot a quick, wide-eyed look at Ezra, then crossed an arm across his chest, braced the other on it and started biting his thumbnail. Ezra scrubbed a hand over his face, put his hands on his hips and started pacing. Sammy just kept staring, forehead creased in worry.
" 'I won't do it again. I won't.'" Brian paused as Zak cried and coughed. "He just keeps saying the same things…" Brian shook his head.
He kept pleading and crying like that for at least another thirty seconds, maybe even a full minute. God, I could barely handle it when Sammy had night-terrors. But Sammy didn't scream like this. And when he cried, it was from grief over Jess. Not like he was getting' the ever lovin' shit kicked out of him. And just as bad as listening to him was watching him. I'd had to stand up because he'd switched to his back and was now sliding his legs up and down the couch like he was kicking to get away from something.
I scrubbed a hand over my face. God, this had to end soon.
All of a sudden the crying stopped and he started coughing and choking.
"Shit. He's seizing." Aaron muttered and tried to help me turn him on side. We didn't get far before a fist flew at my face.