Title: Darkness Between Their Path
Description: Is their hunt finally over?
Shelly - December 4, 2006 12:36 AM (GMT)
Disclaimer: Of course, I do not own either Supernatural, nor do I own any of its characters.
A 1967 Chevy Impala drove across the roads of California, once again, as two brothers, Sam and Dean, continued on with their demon hunting. They've been doing this quite awhile ago, all because of the many deaths that happened in each of their lives, something having to do with the Supernatural.
First, it was their mother. Then, it was Jessica, Sam, who was younger of the two's, girlfriend. And, not too long ago, their dad traded his life for Dean, when he was about to die in the hospital after a huge car accident that tore through the Winchesters' lives.
Now, they're trying to find out what was behind all of this, and they're going to try and destroy it, if that's possible. But, it's going to take lots of guts and skills.
"Sam," said Dean, the oldest brother of the two, took a gulp as he drove along the road. "I know that I'm going to hate this like hell, but, well, I think it's time for you to take on a hunt by yourself."
"What?!" Sam shouted, looking over from his pile of newspapers from the other side of the car. "Dean, after what happened to Mom and Dad, you really think I should go alone? I mean, what if I die out there? You're going to be alone on this hunt, man. We have to be careful."
"You're not going to die out there. Trust me," he said, sighing. "I don't want to risk your life just as much as you do, but, sometimes you have to do things by yourself. What if one day, you're going to face something which you mostly unexpected, without me being there for you? What if you weren't prepared at that time? Besides, what happened to all those things that I taught you during this hunt?"
Sam looked down onto his shoes for awhile, and thought through it. "Well, what else are you going to do without me?" He asked, curiously, as he slowly calmed down. "Are you going on a hunt on your own, too?"
"Maybe," Dean shrugged. "Well, it depends on what I see. I don't know."
"You're not going to any one of the beaches without me, are you?" Sam raised his eyebrows, suspiciously.
"No, of course not."
"Come on, you've got to be kidding me. California's a cool place, you sure you really don't want to go to enjoy the water or something?"
"Sam, don't worry about this, okay? It doesn't matter about missing out on the fun, it matters most when you're prepared for everything that's coming in life." Dean explained, driving past the quiet streets full of groccery stores and pizza places. "When you grow older, at around my age, I'm sure you'll understand more and more about this."
He kept quiet, but listened to Dean carefully. Then, he finally made the decisions. "Sure, fine. Whatever." Sam said. "I'm going to do this by myself, but, when I come back, you promise me that I'm not going to have any scratches on me?"
"I can't gurantee that you're going to come back without any scars or scratches," Dean said, stopping his car by a nearby gas station. "But I can promise you that you'll make it out alive. I'm sure of it."
As Dean filled up his beloved posession, Sam suddenly came out, his stomach growling loud enough for his brother, who was far from him, to hear. "Hey, I was just wondering. We haven't ate much for lunch today. Do you want to go get something to eat?"
"You mean, over here?"
"Yeah, that's why I asked."
"I'm kind of hungry right now, but... no thanks. You can go ahead and buy something if you'd like."
He nodded, and walked into the store to get a hot dog and some sauce to go along with it. After paying, Sam left the place, and walked into the car.
When the doors slammed shut, leaving out lots of creaking noises, the two settled off again to a motel.
As they finally neared it, Sam was already finished with his meal. So, as they stepped out of the car, he ran to a trash can, and threw his stuff away.
For the rest of the day, they decided to take a nice, long nap after an exhausting week they've gone through together as a team.
When Dean woke up, he walked into the shower. Sam woke up by the sound of the door closing, so he rolled over and checked the time. It was already 7:24 PM. Seeing as he had already slept for three and a half hours, he sat up on his bed.
Was my older brother really serious about this? Should I really take on a hunt by myself at such a time like this, without someone to hold my back everytime something bad happens? And, most importantly, was Dean absoluetly sure that nothing life wrecking could come across me?
There's going to be some big problems along the way... that's the only thing that Sam was sure of.
Shelly - December 4, 2006 01:26 AM (GMT)
Dean, on the other hand, was thinking about the same exact thing, only there was nothing else he could do about it. Besides, his brother really should face some sort of creature by himself. He needs preparing, and this might be the key to it all!
When he came out of the steaming, hot bathroom, he shown up with a plain gray t-shirt and red boxers. His charm dangled on a necklace around his neck, which was the only jewlery on him.
"You found anything yet?" He asked, putting away his other clothes and towel. "Anything unusual? Something that you might want to do?"
"No, not yet." Sam looked up from a silver laptop that the two brothers always shared, and shook his head. "I found nothing at all. Well, there's this one guy who got in a car accident, but, well, there's nothing wrong about that. He didn't disappear, and nothing supernatural has been involved."
"Well, there's got to be something out there. Do you want me to give you some time? I can go out for some coffee or beer or something." Dean suggested. "I have nothing else to do, anyways, other than to sit down on my lazy butt and watch television all day long, and I doubt that there's ever going to be something for me to watch."
"Ummm, sure, if you want." He shrugged, busy with his eyes on the screen to care much about his brother. "It doesn't really matter."
"Okay, then." Dean said, standing up. "Well, are you sure you're not going to need the Impala?"
"No, I hadn't even found anything yet, and I don't think I'm going to need it."
"Well, if you have something to tell me, just call me on my cell phone, okay? I'm going to be leaving it on for the entire rest of the day."
"Okay. Oh yeah, and, um, Dean?" Sam asked, clicking on something. "Can you please do me a favor?"
"Yeah?" Dean asked, turning around just as he was about to head on over to the maroon colored door.
"Don't drink beer. I'm going to have to need you sooner or later."
"Sure, I'll try." He said, smiling. "But it's not going to be quite that easy." It was meant to be a joke, but Sam didn't seem to laugh.
As Dean headed out of the motel room, he wondered whether or not Sam was upset from what they've gone through earlier, way back in the car. Or was he worried over this?
He couldn't help but feel sorry for himself, and wondered whether or not his promise was going to be true. Then, quickly, Dean shook his head, immediately regretting his thoughts. No way in hell was he ever going to let his brother down.
Besides, if he knew that something completely dangerous would happen to his brother, then why would he even risk his life? He would of already stopped Sam from going on himself if he sensed something was going to go wrong.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts. "Hello, how may I help you?" A voice that belong to a young girl in the counter.
Her hair was blonde and curly, with brown streaks here and there. Her eyes were hazel, and her teeth were completely whitened.
"Oh, hi." Dean greeted her. "I would like a cup of coffee, please."
"Sure thing." She smiled, feeling the urge to flirt with a guy like him. "I like your hair, by the way."
"Thanks, 'mam." he returned the smile. "I'm afraid to admit, but I do like it, too."
"Oh, feel free to call me Lindz for short." She said, starting to make the cup of coffee for him. "My real name is Lindsay, but my friends back at home call me by my nickname all the time."
"Lindsay, that's cool for a girl as great as you." Dean complimented her, and found her face blushing a light shade of red. "The name's Dean."
"Dean? Wow." Lindsay said, eyes wide in awe. "Like your name, too."
They began talking, as he finally got his cup of coffee, and started drinking it. "Thanks," he said. "Hey, do you have any siblings?"
"Oh, never." She sighed. "I never had one before. Tell me. How's it like to have one? I mean, that is, if you have any."
"Sometimes, they're a total pain in the butt. But, then again, if you look on the positive side, they're just, well, really fun to hang out with." Dean admitted, taking a nice, warm sip. "I have a brother of my own, and sometimes, we just love talking to each other and cracking jokes. We tease each other a lot."
"I see," she nodded. "Do you-" But, before she continued, her sentence was cut off shirt by a ring coming from Dean's direction.
"Hold on, I think someone's calling me." He said, fishing out his cell phone from his leather jacket.
Looking down at the caller ID, he found out it was Sam. "Hello?" Dean answered the phone. "What's up, little bro?"
"Um, hi, Dean. Can you please come over? I really need you right now." Sam replied, not taking any breaths in between sentences. It sounded like he was in a panic. "Now. And hurry!"
"If you can just calm down, can you please tell me what's going on over there? It can't be that bad, can it?"
"Dean, there's no time for me to explain right now. I need you."
"Okay, fine, fine. I'm coming over as soon as I can."
After the conversation he had with his younger brother, he flipped over the cell and put it back into his pocket. "Ummm, my brother really needs me, and I think it's an emergency." He briefly said. "I might come back some other time, so don't worry."
"Okay, then." Lindsay, who was still there, brushed her hands clean. "I hope to see you as soon as you get back. I'm going to be here like aways in the afternoon."
Not taking one look back, he ran outside and into his car. Putting the key into the ignition, the engine rumbled, and he set off back to the motel, whatever Sam was in need of.
friendly1009 - December 4, 2006 01:38 AM (GMT)
great start. I really like it... what has sammy gotten into...update soon please
Shelly - December 4, 2006 01:41 AM (GMT)
Thanks for the review/comment! I'm sure you'll love this story.
Shelly - December 4, 2006 02:00 AM (GMT)
When he got back there to park his car, Sam was already pacing back and forth, wondering what he was going to do about his problem that he was going to face.
"Dean, what took you so long?" He asked as the door swung open to reveal Dean's panicked face. "I was wondering why you didn't come here so quick when I told you to."
"Man, Sam. You have got to be patient one of these days! So, tell me. What's going on right now?" Dean asked, eyes wide. "I was just talking to this one nice lady, that's all. Besides, you wouldn't explain everything. So, tell me. What's the matter?"
"Umm, my friend. Well, he's going through this trouble... and yes, it has something to do with ghosts and demonds or something like that. Well, let's just say that he's going through some troubles." Sam looked at the clock right away, and gulped. "Look, Dean. I'm going to have to explain this to you when I get back here. I'm going to have to take the Impala with me, and I'll return another day, whenever that might be. You sure you don't want me to drop you off somewhere else?"
"No," he shook his head. "I'm just going to stay here and wait for you. I could manage the walking."
"You sure about that? I can go in some kind of other car, if I ever find one." He offered. "Although it's going to have to take some time, and I already told my friend that I'll be there in, like, a few hours or so."
"Well, where are you heading first?"
"At another city here in California. That's where my friend lives."
"Nah, you can take the car, and hurry on over. You're probably late, anyways."
"Thanks, Dean." Sam said, his face getting close to a smile, but then, he shook it off. "Gotta go." He rushed out the door with his jacket and everything.
Dean threw the car keys over, and Sam catched it with his right hand. And, before he knew it, he was out of the door and gone. Sam was already heading on over to another city in California, hours away from him.
He sighed to himself, and wished that his brother would take some time to tell him every single detail at one point, but he was going to have to wait for a long time, and hold it all in.
Why don't you just give him a call? A voice popped up in Dean's head, and he took a guess himself. Maybe he's just too busy to even do that himself. So, without thinking, he decided to jump into bed, and go eat a candybar down the street, if there's any time left, which he doubt.
Instead of waking up during the daytime, he kind of slept the night away. If you would ask me, well, that was one tired guy over there!
As Dean slept, he rolled over to one side of the bed, and some noises came out of his mouth. They seemed to be words, but, none had came out, either way. Obviously, he was dreaming about something. And, it was sure not about a good thing.
Although it has something to do with his family, it sure wasn't about his younger brother, Sam, even though the whole day was about him leaving for a hunt by himself. Instead, it was about the death of his mom, even though he hadn't seen much of everything at all. All he could remember was his dad, John Winchester, telling him to run out of the house with Sam in his hands and to not look back. And, at that time, he was only young.
The dream was about her, talking to him. She said, "Dean, thank you for all your help on taking care of Sam. I really appreciate it. But, I have something to warn you about." Mary took a deep breath, and looked at him straight in the eyes. "There's going to be a lot of darkness heading toward your way, and the same goes for your brother. I need you two boys to be careful. Thank you."
At that time, Dean tried to talk to her. But, there was no voice coming from his direction. That was why he didn't get the chance to have a word.
And, before he could do anything himself, his mom started to burst into flames. Her long blonde hair flow from the back of her, and, right then, she disappeared. And, as for the rest of his dream, he found himself alone as a glowing white light washed over him.
Just then, his heart pounded, and, next thing he knew, Dean was jumping out of his bed. Okay, that was just creepy! He thought to himself, eyes wide. Did Mary Winchester really talk to him in his dream? Was what she said... true?
He couldn't help but think. Besides, the entire dream was so vivid to him that it was like he really was in that dream, but, could it be some sort of trick that could drive him insane? Was darkness really about to follow him?
Not being able to get back into another sleep, he clicked off the lights, seeing that it was still dark out. Turning back around, Dean looked at the digital clock at the side of his bed.
In a glowing green light, it simply said 5:21 AM.
Stepping up, he dressed himself into jeans, and wandered over to the bathroom to wash his face and do his morning business. Maybe the nightmare he had could be washed away sooner or later.
kittypride - December 4, 2006 04:14 AM (GMT)
Hey, this is new. I just found this. I have not read all of it. I will though. I just thought I'd leave a reply to let you know that you have another reader. :D.
Ok, I'll read tomarrow after school :D.
Shelly - December 4, 2006 05:00 AM (GMT)
Sam was completely tired after his long trip across the roads as he found himself driving in the dark. He wondered how his older brother, Dean, managed to keep his full attention to the road at times like this. It was probably because of all his practice.
As music poured out of the radio, he found himself singing along to a rap song. Before he could continue any further through the music, his sides started to hurt as Sam bursted out, laughing at himself. That is just silly, he thought to himself, shaking his head.
When he was driving through a street, he found a peach colored house. This could be my friend's house, he thought to himself, pulling up onto the driveway. It was.
Stepping onto the porch, which was just three steps away up the staircase, Sam knocked on the door and waited for an answer. To his surprise, it really didn't take that long. Maybe his long lost friend was expecting him for the entire day, and decided to not take a rest.
"Oh, hey, Danny! It's me, Sam!" Sam shouted, a bright smile spreading across his face. "I'm finally here."
"You mean... Sam Winchester?" Daniel, a guy at the same age of him, a few inches shorter, said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He didn't look the least bit tired himself. "The guy that used to be here, and... well... had a girlfriend names Jessica?"
"That's right," he nodded, wincing at the mention of his girlfriend's name, the one who died in a fire. "It's me, Sam Winchester."
"Wow, it's really you!" He shouted, motioning into the living room. "Hey, why don't you come in here with me? I bet it's really cold outside."
"It is," Sam agreed, shivering from the chill that ran down his spine from outside. "So, uh, is the spirit at work yet, or what?"
"Well, I've been hearing some weird and unusual sounds coming from upstairs, and I've been feeling some chills in the living room, so yes, I guess so." Danny nodded in reply. "It's been creeping me out a bit, but, nothing bad has happened so far. Hey, want a beer?"
"Sure," he smiled. "It's lonely to be the only one over in your house, through day and night, isn't it?"
"Actually, sometimes, I get a lot of visits from my friends. I mean, sometimes, my friends from here at college come over a lot." Danny explained as he grabbed a pack of beer from his refrigerator, and banged the door shut. "So, there's a lot of company here and there."
"I see," Sam laughed. "You met a lot of friends already, didn't you?" He remembered the time when Danny was very unpopular in the school, and not much people seemed to talk to him. It was funny how many things had changed over the past few years or so that Sam had been gone.
"Yeah, I guess so." Danny bit his lip. "I'm sorry you had gone through so much. How's your road trip with your brother, Dean?"
"Oooh, it was good."
"Where is he right now?"
"Well, it's a long story." Sam took the beer bottle into his hands as the two of them sat down on a couch. "We were in the car last morning, or noon, or whatever... and, Dean came up with the idea that I should go somewhere else and do... something by myself. Alone. So, I was just talking to you on the phone when I was back in the motel room. And... yeah, you know."
Suddenly, from upstairs, came a big booming noise. It sounded like a door, slamming shut, opening, and slamming shut again and again.
"Is that what I think it is?" He asked, drinking a bit from he bottle.
"I think it's angry to have you here." Danny said in a hushed tone of voice, louder than a whisper. "The last time we had someone over... oh, uh, never mind." He shook his head, leaving Sam off confused.
Sam didn't take it in. "What did... 'he'... do when someone came over?" He asked, curiously.
"Oh, it's just nothing." Danny shook his head. "I got the wrong story. You know what I mean."
Explanations, explanations, explanations. Can he be any better than this at lying?
Shelly - December 4, 2006 05:05 AM (GMT)
|QUOTE (kittypride @ Dec 4 2006, 04:14 AM)|
| Hey, this is new. I just found this. I have not read all of it. I will though. I just thought I'd leave a reply to let you know that you have another reader. :D. |
Ok, I'll read tomarrow after school :D.
Awww, thanks :lol: Like I said, I'm really desperate for comments (if you ever heard me saying that) from other people =D Hope you enjoy!
Shelly - December 4, 2006 05:33 AM (GMT)
As it neared six in the morning, the sky was getting a bit lighter and lighter a bit every few minutes, and the sun couldn't really be that much seen from over here through the glass window.
Then, just as Sam reached the top of the stairs and down the hallway, the banging stopped, and a light, cold breeze swept across from him. Okay, there is really a ghost in here, he thought to himself. But, that isn't unfamiliar to him one bit. He's been through bigger things.
And, by bigger things, that includes exorcising a demon when he was sure the plane he was in at that time was going to crash, summoning a ghost in front of the huge mirrors, risking his and his brother's life by jumping into the water to save a child from a supernatural creature, and facing his fear of clowns.
But, then, something popped up in his mind that washed it away completely. Sure, sometimes, he was alone in his hunts. Sometimes he was doing that himself. But, at all those times, he had his brother holding his back. But until now, he didn't.
"Umm, Danny? You still there with me?" Sam asked, not bothering to look behind him, even though he was sure nothing was going on... for now. At first, there was no answer from behind him, or anywhere near. "Danny, you there?" Still, there weren't any answers.
Okay, he had had enough. You could tell. As Sam turned his back around immediately, his eyes went wide in shock as he found out the truth that his friend was just with him a minute ago. Where did he go? Was he too scared to face the ghost himself? Had he ever seen it before with his own two eyes for more times than you can even imagine?
"Danny!!!" He shouted as loud as possible. "You there?"
No answer. There was no sign of him, either. Nothing. No shadows came across from the living room and against on the wall. No sounds, not even a little peep.
Hurrying down the stairs, just to checked up on something, Sam looked for his friend. He just met up with him after all those months of not being able to commuincate. And now, here Danny was... vanished into thin air. "Are you in there by any chance?" He found himself asking out loud. "Don't worry, it's me, Sam. I'm not going to hurt you or anything, and I'm here to help. I'm not going to let this thing hurt you. Not one bit."
Still, there weren't any answers and no signs coming from his friend. There was no one there, but him, and the ghost. He was left alone, and that's when Sam gave up. His first friend here at college was doomed, and he need to finish this thing off, one way or the other, whether or not it would free his friend.
Before Sam got into anything else at first, this all reminded him of something. The hunts he've been through for many years already. He has been looking for his mom's killer, and the same goes for Jess.
To his luck, this all regained his confidence, enough to allow him to complete this once and for all. Even though he didn't try to put an end with this ghost one bit yet, even though he was pretty much left alone, he knows he would do a good job just like his brother had said to him not long ago.
He has the skills. The guts. The confidence. And that's all that he needs right now.
aworland - December 4, 2006 05:55 AM (GMT)
very good add some more soon
Shelly - December 4, 2006 06:19 AM (GMT)
Thanks loads. I'm glad that there's more readers out here. They keep me company and make me happy :lol: Well, anyways, I'll post more tomorrow if I have time.
pulpfish - December 4, 2006 06:56 AM (GMT)
This is an intriguing new story, I like it...keep going.
rockchick900 - December 4, 2006 07:40 PM (GMT)
really good story so far update soon
Shelly - December 5, 2006 12:34 AM (GMT)
Thanks everyone =] I'll update the story more as soon as I can. I can't even wait myself!
Shelly - December 5, 2006 01:07 AM (GMT)
But, to his amazement, nothing much happened after washing his face. He found out during the day time, as he had nothing else better to do but to just sit there...
The thoughts of the dream, also known as a... "nightmare"... came back to Dean as he was watching a boring, old television show in the middle of the motel room, and it wasn't much of a good sight, as you can see. He tried to stop it from haunting him, but Dean still couldn't help it much.
"There's going to be a lot of darkness heading toward your way, and the same goes for your brother. I need you two boys to be careful. Thank you."
A familiar voice sounded in his head as if it came from an evil person. Quickly after the repeated message that he had earlier, Dean's fingers ran up to his forehead, and held it as he grunted with pain. This was just too much for him. How could he even stop? It seems impossible!
As Dean held the remote control on his hands and pressed the power button, he tried to stand up, but lost balance and fell back over.
"Ugh," he said, rolling his eyes. "I don't know what's wrong with me! Maybe it's just that I'm too tired. Yeah, that could be right."
Instead of going back to sleep, though, Dean decided to head on over to the bathroom for a nice, steaming shower before. As he stepped in with his clothes, he put everything down, and turned on the faucet. Hot water poured out, and steam immediately puffed out.
"Aaaahhh," he half said and half sighed as the water relaxed made him relaxed. "That's right."
Time moved on, and Dean tried his best not to let his mind wander off and think about the dream he had where his mother, the one who died when he was only a little boy, talked to him, not that he never seen him before during his hunt... it's a long story.
To make things better, he started humming to some of his favorite Metallica songs. And, to tell you the truth, sometimes, things like this could calm him down in a blink of the eye!
Just as he stepped out from the bathroom with another one of his comfortable, familiar, and comfortable outfit, he noticed something. When Dean walked into the shower, he swore that he had turned off the television. But, once he came out, he noticed that it was on again. There was possibly no one who could of broken into such a motel room like this, especially since it was locked and that there were many people out there.
Suddenly, as Dean walked over to the television himself to turn it off, he stopped in his tracks. There was something else unusual going on around here other than just the television. Something even more weird.
First, the lights flickered. Okay, maybe the people who worked at this hotel must've had some problems with the electricity, he guessed. Or... maybe not.
Instead of normal room temperature, he found himself standing there, shivering in the coldness. Now THAT was completely out of the ordinary! There has got to be something wrong going on over here, and it's not just the electricity.
"Anybody out there?" Dean asked, his teeth chattering, not that he was scared at the moment. He was just cold. There was no answer in return. "Come on, you know you want me, so come out right this instant!" Still, there weren't any answers.
The door's lock snapped open by itself somehow, and Dean was sure that nobody was moving it. He was watching the door at that time.
"Oh, you think that would scare me?" He shouted, trying to keep down a bit. "Well, bring it on then, and then we'll see who's the one that's frightened."
Finally, the door squeaked as it open up a bit. That was when he saw a completely familiar face that he would recognize ANYWHERE that he walks across.
It was his dad, and there was no doubt about it!
A tear gleamed through Dean's eyes as he managed to choke something out in a shaky voice. "Dad? Is that really you?"
His dad nodded, but his head was facing down on his shoes. "Dean, I'm here. You found me."
"But... what... h-how did you get in here like this?" He stuttered, looking at John Winchester, terrified. "Wait, did you just-"
"There's only one way to find out, Dean boy." John said, and looked up to reveal the most horrifying expression that anyone has ever seen.
kittypride - December 5, 2006 01:09 AM (GMT)
Yay!!!!! :cheer. Kitty has officially caught up. :D. This is a terrific story Shelly. I like it a lot. :D. This is soooooo exciting. I wanna know why Dean was so reluctant to let Sam go off on his own. I mean, that is not typical Dean behavior. Oh well, :D. I guess we will find out more answers sooner or later :D.
Great job with this. It is soooo good, and I mean the good that keeps the readers at the edge of their seats :D. Nice job with this, and looking extremely forward to more :D.
kittypride - December 5, 2006 01:14 AM (GMT)
Ok, as soon as I posted my post above, you posted chapter six. :lol:.
I guess now I have to comment on that too. :D. It was freaking amazing like always. So the demon is at the motel with Dean now....:o. This is not good at all.
This just got beyond exciting. I can't wait for more. I am practically slipping off my seat now. I need a freaking belt to hold me in :lol:.
Shelly - December 5, 2006 01:19 AM (GMT)
Lmao. You made me smile, I'm sure of it. And, again, thank you for your review =D I'll post more just for you guys when I can. Right now, I have to brush my teeth. Hope I don't encounter anything!
Shelly - December 5, 2006 01:22 AM (GMT)
Oh yeah, I forgot. Didn't they burn John's bones in Season 2? If so... well, sorry about that.
So this is the story about... what if his bones didn't get burned?
Yeah, yeah =D
kittypride - December 5, 2006 01:25 AM (GMT)
So what if they burned John's bones, this is the "supernatural" after all. Anything can happen. :D. Hey Shelly, speaking of that, watch out when you brush your teeth. You never know what could be lurking around. Watch out for drain demons.......a.k.a. clogging sinks :lol:.
Shelly - December 5, 2006 01:28 AM (GMT)
Uh oh, I think I swallowed something... :lol:
And yay!!! Lol. That's good to hear. I'm glad to know that you don't care much... am I right? Huh? Huh? Huh.
Anyways, I'm going to write more soon. There's still some homework to do!
kittypride - December 5, 2006 01:37 AM (GMT)
You are 100% right :D. Yea, I think I better do my homework considering it is getting late... but maybe just a little bit longer :lol:.
Hey, and I warned you about unsuspected things lurking around :lol:.
Shelly - December 5, 2006 01:39 AM (GMT)
Oh, I didn't see =P Eh, anyways... I'll try my best to cough up a good chapter for you just to leave you in suspense in case you're leaving soon.
kittypride - December 5, 2006 01:41 AM (GMT)
Alrighty then :D. I feel so special :D. Suspense.... YAY!!! :cheer. I can't wait :D.
Shelly - December 5, 2006 01:43 AM (GMT)
Well, you're supposed to! Lol. Hey, what time is it over there?
kittypride - December 5, 2006 01:47 AM (GMT)
It is almost 8:00 in the evening where I am. Time flies when you are having fun :D.
Shelly - December 5, 2006 01:50 AM (GMT)
I know. Over here, it's 5:50 PM.
kittypride - December 5, 2006 02:04 AM (GMT)
I wish it was that time. That would mean more time for me to work on my homework.....actually, more time to spend on here :lol:.
Shelly - December 5, 2006 02:16 AM (GMT)
Sam climbed back up the staircase, and down the long space between walls and rooms. He randomly picked one out, just to find something strange, and put his hand on the door. Unexpectedly, the door slammed shut, and banged onto his right, pointer finger and thumb.
"Oww!" He screamed in pain, jumping back a couple of inches away. "Man, this place is just... completely haunted by a spirit!" Sam looked behind him, but there was nothing. "Okay, you asked for it. Bring it on, baby!"
He ran over to his car outside, his hand on the railings just to keep himself balance, making sure that no one was going to come into the house for he was only going to let the door slightly ajared. Luckily, no one was near him. Everyone in the neighborhood was plain quiet. No cars passed by, nothing. Just a lawn mower.
Taking a gun out of the trunk, the one that Sam and Dean used on any spirits that came across their path, he headed back up again... and, hopefully, this was the last time he was ever going to do that.
Just as he was back in the room, he found itself quiet and still, so unlike how it was not too long ago. That was weird, Sam thought to himself. I wonder how long it's going to stay like this and if I was in the wrong room. But, to him, it doesn't seem like the wrong room.
Out of nowhere, he felt a sharp pain on his finger. Trying his best not to scream out again, he looked down on it, and gaped at it. There was, of course, a purplish-bluish kind of dot printed on it. Obviously, it was a bruise. But, just looking down at it, or taking one quick glance, Sam just felt like he wanted to puke.
That was when his gun was pushed down onto the ground by an unknown force, involving no hands, nothing. Just... thin air, probably.
Looking back up, Sam found out that he wasn't alone anymore. Danny was narrowing his eyes at Sam. And, if you could look carefully enough, you could see that yellow-green color that it gave off.
"Put the gun down," Sam ordered, calmly but firmly, as he was pinned up to the wall. "Put it down right now, Danny, or else."
But, right inside of him, he knew that his friend was posessed and moving things with his mind now. And, the bad thing was, Sam was talking to a demon. Not the person he have known for a long time, back when almost everything was normal.
An evil kind of voice came from Danny's body came out as it tried to say something. "You expect me to put the gun down? Well, I'm not that stupid!" It spat out at first. "Sam, I know what you're trying to do to me over here. You're trying to finish me off. And, bad thing is, I'm not going to let you do that. Never in a hundred years."
The gun was still pointed at Sam, and it only inched a few closer.
"Put. it. down. now." He repeated, gritting his teeth in pain.
"The hunt's over, Sam. Face it, you're never going to do anything useful to your family. You're not going to find your mom, your dad, or Jessica's killer. Never."
"Don't you dare say that," Sam glared at it. "I'm going to find their killer, and that's final!"
"Oh, be careful of what you say, my friend."
"You're not my friend!" He shouted.
At that moment, he knew he was too late. With the demon's mind, he pulled the trigger back, and...
Shelly - December 5, 2006 02:18 AM (GMT)
|QUOTE (kittypride @ Dec 5 2006, 02:04 AM)|
| I wish it was that time. That would mean more time for me to work on my homework.....actually, more time to spend on here :lol:. |
Aaaah, sorry. I hate to admit, but I have to go right now. I might write more tonight, or maybe tomorrow, but I hope you enjoy either way =D By the way, just to let you know, there's a 40/50 chance that Sam might die. Or, if not him, then it's probably going to have to be Dean! Sorry.
kittypride - December 5, 2006 02:25 AM (GMT)
OMG!!!!!! :thud. Talk about an evil cliffy. I guess I should be carefull what I wish for. If you ask, you normally shall recieve....YIKES!!!! Not always good... :lol:
Nice update. You were not kidding when you said you were going to leave me in suspense. My ass still hurts from falling off my seat. That ending did it in for me. I was too close to the edge of my seat before that update. This update just knocked me right off. :lol:
I am so excited for the next part. I can't wait, but unfortunately I do have to. I have to do freaking school work now :( .
kittypride - December 5, 2006 02:28 AM (GMT)
When I was posting this above, you posted again :lol:. OMG!!!! You really are trying to kill me here aren't you??? One of the boys could die!!!!! MY GOSH!!!!! I don't know if I will be able to do school work after that :lol:.
:thud........ You're killing me here!!!!
Shelly - December 5, 2006 03:45 AM (GMT)
LOL. Sorry, but that's the way it goes!
Shelly - December 5, 2006 05:04 AM (GMT)
"I can move things with my mind, or, well, eyeballs, actually, in this case." John said, lifting up his face to show yellowish-greenish colored kind of eyes, and then smirked at his son's frightened expression. "That's what I thought."
"What the..." Dean shouted, backing up from his dad. "This can't be you. It just can't. You're posessed, Dad. Snap out of it!" He was panicking by this time, especially since he remembered the time when he finally met up with his father, and then nearly getting killed when he found out that his dad was posessed.
"Don't worry about your dad right now. I'm going to be the one who take cares of you." John smiled mischeviously. "Now, what was I about to say or do? Oh yeah."
"What?" He asked, cluelessly, as he nervously looked around the motel room. "What are you going to do again?"
"Oh, I just wanted to talk to you, that's all, sonny boy."
"And... what do you want to talk about? I'm guessing, Sam, right?"
"You gotcha," Dean's dad nodded. "How'd you know?"
"Because it's completely obvious," Dean replied. "You're trying to get revenge on me, are you? You're trying to get some revenge on me just because I sent him out on a hunt alone, right?"
"Oh, you ignored your dream, did you?" John asked, smiling. "You ignored the dream when your mom came in, telling you that darkness was going to come across both Sam and your path, but, you tried your best to avoid it. You did nothing in your power to stop him. And now, he's in danger. Didn't I tell you before? Take care of Sam!"
"Well, I was trying to get him prepared for what's coming up in life, when things get much difficult, and when I might not be around. For goodness' sake, he's, like, over twenty years old now. I mean, you even taught me how to hunt on my own when I was his age, and you taught me how to shoot a gun when I was much younger." Dean shouted back to his dad, still posessed by a demon. "Why not Sam?"
"He wasn't prepared like you were, and you made him go anyways. That was NOT what I was having in mind to do." John narrowed his eyes. "You don't get it, do you? You think that you can force your brother out on a hunt on his own, without you watching his back, when he didn't really want to."
"Get out of here, right now." Dean pointed to the opened the door. "And don't ever come back again."
"You're serious you don't want to listen to me? You don't even care about your younger brother anymore, do you? Well, you're going to regret it." He said, heading over to the door. "Oh yeah, and, before I leave you, let me show how much pain Sammy's going through."
Dean was panicking more than he was just awhile ago. And now, he didn't know what to think, or what to do. Was his brother really in danger out there? What's going on with him?
"Oh, Dad. Come on!" He shouted, hands wide apart.
Suddenly, Dean gasped for breath. His eyes were wide, his hands were clapsed against the couch just a couple of inches away from him, and his heart was pounding against his chest, more times than he could even count himself. Before he knew it, shining red blood came down from his mouth, like the time when he was nearly killed.
"You remember that time before your brother, your dad, and you all got in a car accident? The time when I paid you boys a visit? The time when I nearly killed you?" John gave himself an evil laugh without really letting it out. "Well, I'm going to finish it off for you, just the way that Sam feels inside."
Each heart beat that thumped against his chest costed his life. Each heart beat that thumped against his chest, the more blood that tries to come out. That means that he was going to die in a few minutes, unless he could get some help from someone more powerful enough to stop everything in the world with just a snap of the finger! And... that's far too impossible.
Suddenly, just as he was about to lose all his blood and life all along with it, the door swung open and John turned around, gasping. A tall guy with brown hair came into view, but Dean couldn't make out who it was. Right then and there, he thumped to the floor, unconcious.
John just sat there, eyes wide. Could it be? But, before he could even see who it was standing by the doorway, he passed out, and fell to the ground ride beside Dean.
Who could it be out there? It sure couldn't be Sam. He was already near death by now, anyways, and he was at a gun's target. Could he really escape back home like that and dodge bullets?
This was confusing...
Shelly - December 6, 2006 01:19 AM (GMT)
Aaaaah... I bet you guys are really, really... horrofied. And, er, I'm not sure when I'm going to post more.
Shelly - December 6, 2006 02:00 AM (GMT)
Okay, the reason why Dean ISN'T dead yet, and is now unconcious, is because John was surprised to find out that someone came in, and dropped him onto the floor. So yeah, hope I didn't confuse you guys!
Nothing came out of the gun. Not even bullets, which Sam thought was loaded inside. But, if there weren't anything in, then, how would he protect himself? Oh well, at least he was completely relieved right now, and still alive.
There's just one important question, how can he be saved? Like, will magical powers come sparkling off his hand out of the blue? Unlikely.
"Oh, look what has happened." Danny said, dropping the gun with his mind, smirking. "There's nothing loaded in this thing. Well, at least you don't have any weapons left with you and you're trapped in here with me. The good thing is, I can finally defeat you and let you free of all the pain. How does that sound?"
"No way are you ever going to take me away, unalive, without my brother here with me." Sam glared over at him. "He's done many things to me during my lifetime, and he's been holding my back all the time. Sure, he has left me out here, to go through a hunt alone without being there for me for the very first time, but still! He's a really great brother, if you look carefully."
"Face the truth, the hunt's completely over now. Your mom and Jessica's killer will never be found by people like you, and your brother's already going to die." It spat out. "Besides, your brother is at Death's hands now, and there's nothing that you can do to stop it. And, be honest with me. Do you even really want to come back to the motel room, finding your brother, lying on the ground... lifeless?"
"He's. not. dead, and. the. hunt. is. not. even. over. yet." He shouted, gritting his teeth again, even though he actually wasn't really sure, but he still went on. There must've had been a way for his brother to get out of this. They always do. "And he's never going to be dead in many years to come as far as I can tell. Same goes with me."
"Man, you need to lighten up a bit."
"No, not when someone talks to me like that."
"Well, well. Then, if you really want to see your brother so bad..." Danny's lips formed itself into a smile right before he could continue on with his sentence. "Let me tell you something first." Still smiling, he started making his heart beat fast and made blood pour out of his mouth.
"You remember when this happened to your brother, otherwise known as Dean Winchester? Well, he's gone through one of this again, and is nearly dead now. So, just for the fun of it, here's how it went."
As he continued to leave Sam with the pain of seeing his own blood and having to try to breathe, just to know that no air had came into his lungs. He was nearly dead now.
But then, just in the middle of his death, the door pushed open and a red haired girl popped up with blue eyeshadow. She seemed a bit familiar, but, to his shock, Sam couldn't seem to make out who it was. Instead, at that moment, he fell to the floor, knocked unconcious, just like his own brother, many hours away.
kittypride - December 6, 2006 05:24 AM (GMT)
:thud....... this is me falling to the floor unconcious now.
I can't believe everything that is going on here. My gosh, who are these people that show up at the last minute to rescue our boys???? I need, no I WANT to know!!!! Oh, did I forget to say pleassssssssse :D.
Great job Shelly, and looking forward to more of course :D.
Shelly - December 6, 2006 05:25 AM (GMT)
Awwww, thank you once more <333 I tried my best to write as much for you. And, by the way, I bet you you don't know who it is standing in the doorway =P Guess!
kittypride - December 6, 2006 05:30 AM (GMT)
Hmmm, well since you said that it was a red head standing in the door way to rescue Sam, in my dreams I would say it was me because I do have reddish hair :cloud9 .
Besides in my dream, I have no clue. I need more clues here Shelly. :lol:.
By the way, I really appreciated the updates. ;) .
Shelly - December 6, 2006 05:38 AM (GMT)
It's no problem, lol. I just loveeee writing.
They were from Season 1 of Supernatural, and they're probably family members or friends. Oooh... not much help, but oh well =D LOL.