Sins of a Lesser God, Same evil...new world tactic

Chapter One


The plane climbed a few hundred feet and leveled off causing the dimly lit passenger lights to flicker a bit.

Vanashi sat in the center of the floor of the empty cabin inside a large circle of blood with symbols of all sorts surrounded him. Three clay jars sat before him. They were older then man’s rule of earth and they had been painstakingly collected for years. Ever sense Vanashi found out that Alturoc had returned and Vanashi had resigned from Foci command. There was a major dispute between Vanashi and the Foci. Now most of the rebel Foci degenerates that no longer served the Foci had fallen under the banner of Vanashi.

The factions didn’t exactly work against each other. They just didn’t see eye to eye on the execution of certain activities. The Foci was bound by arbitrary rules, many of which no longer held reason or rhyme. Vanashi was bringing the rebel faction into the new millennia in style and with the ability to sacrifice innocence for the greater good. He didn’t care if the veil, the mystical barrier that kept those who were innately magical from the view of those who weren't, was breached so long as the problems were solved.

Problem solving was exactly what he was doing right now. Earth was scorned as a wasteland since the great retreat, when most magical creatures had left this realm for those that were stronger and rich in magic. When the weave healed itself over the many millenia that followed the wars only the evil bastards who knew that there was a chance for a shift in power had returned. These were the worst of the worst, Demons that had been banned from other planes for their heinous crimes. These beasts had finished the initial battle to kill each other and the Foci had kept it all from the lesser beings, the humans. Now though one ageless foe stood triumphant and he had begun to bring in the rest of his minions from planes far and near. He was building an army bent on taking over the world. While the Foci had asked for help from the other rulers of the realms and been laughed right back to earth, Vanashi had been taking things into his own hands.

The other realms had deemed earth a cesspool for the wicked and left it to its fate. Vanashi wasn’t about to let it fall to Alturoc - the highest ranking demon lord on Earth. Vanashi had collected the remaining vessels of the fallen gods of old that had sealed themselves into hibernation so as not to die from the damage that had been done to the weave. The weave was the soul source of the gods power and they couldn’t live without it. The near total destruction of it in the final battle had killed most of the old gods. Vanashi was hell bent to release the essence of the ones who survived into the world. They would find themselves living vessels and as their power grew over the months that followed, they would be able to rival Alturoc’s forces. The problem was that they weren't exactly inclined to help unless it fit their current inclinations. So, Vanashi had drawn the gods fractured and broken near brain dead spirits to vessels that were already at war with Alturoc or soon would be. He had added a binding spell so that the gods couldn’t then jump ship and run to another plane. Being forced to stay in this world, they would have to fight Alturoc.

Vanashi’s voice was fading as he had been chanting long enough for them to have to refuel at least five times. They had crossed the Atlantic and back and were now over the southern United States. He knew he had to finish this and quickly. They could only escape detection for so long. At last he muttered the last word and raised his head. The clay vessels before him each opened an eye and he felt the cold icy tendrils of their power awaken. Even in their weakened states, they were more powerful than anything he could have imagined. He would have smiled but the pain that flooded his senses caused him to scream instead. It was no small thing that he had done and he hadn’t meant to survive it. What he did, he did to save this world, not himself.

Likewise, the pilot knew what he was getting into when he signed on for this. And so it was a scream ripped through the plane before the jars split and the essences within poured out exploding outward like a huge atomic bomb in the atmosphere.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ambre pulled her shoes off and tossed them into her locker. She then quickly stripped out of her clothes and stuffed them into her duffel bag to wash later. She paused before discarding her panties and sports bra. There seemed to be a hum to the air like everything around her was plugged into an outlet and buzzing with life.


She looked around the empty locker room. Across the rows of dimly lit lockers and the old splintering benches everything looked as usual but nothing felt right. She felt her heart beat pick up a bit as she turned her attention to the ceiling. Pipes ran parallel to each other one after the other across the ceiling with one large gap in the center of the room where there was a row of six skylights that ran the length of the room. She was standing directly under one of them.

The night sky appeared clear and calm lit by a million stars and as her green eyes starred upward, one of them exploded. She immediately had to shield her eyes from the brilliant display. “ What the-“ the hum in the air grew in intensity causing her skin tingle and the hair on the back of her neck and on her arms stand on end. Everything around her began to shake violently as the roar from the explosion blew out all the skylights.


There was a rain of glass that covered most of the locker room. Ambre saw the set of lockers directly in front of her begin to fall as she tried unsuccessfully to shield herself from the glass. She leapt into the air and to the right and managed to avoid getting flattened. Just then another set began to teeter near her. She only had one direction to move. She jumped onto the fallen locker before her as others crashed one after the other all around her. She screamed as soon as she landed.

She hadn’t seen the glass on top of the locker and scarcely believed she could have missed it even if she’d managed to notice it. She felt thick slices of the transparent pieces cut into both her feet and then her back as she fell back wards. Her feet were what took the brunt of the damage. She turned her left foot and looked at the half- inch thick piece of glass that protruded from nearly eight inches of her tender flesh.

She fell back again and felt hot tears sting her eyes as the noise and shaking stopped. The locker room door instantly flew open. “Anyone in here?” A young male voice asked worriedly.


“Yes!” She cried and tried to sit up instantly realizing she was almost naked. She gritted her teeth as footsteps sounded at the far end of the locker room. She caught a glimpse of her rescuer from across the room and cringed. ‘Why me?’ she thought quickly. ‘Outta all the people in this place who could have seen me this way- it had to be him?’ She didn’t have the option to not except help at the moment however. “I’m over here.” She sat up finally as his head came into view. Thomas wasn’t a bad guy, and he didn’t look bad either. He was sort of wiry but had put on some muscle since he came to work at the gym a few months ago. The only thing she really didn’t like about him was his insistence to pursue her though she had obviously made it clear that she had a boyfriend.


Thomas stood about 5’11 with dark brown hair that fell just below his ears. He had compassionate brown eyes that reminded her too much of a puppy. His smile warm and inviting all but made up for the rest though, he was just too much of a soft -hearted nice guy. She had the feeling he would fold under the least bit of pressure. She thought of him more like a little brother then anything else.

“Oh My God,” His eyes widened at the sight of her. “Are-Are…. Y…y…you okay?” He looked scared, concerned, and embarrassed all at the same time.


“I’m fine…just peachy keen,” She replied sarcastically and then to drive the point home held up her foot. “ Just don’t think I’m gonna be walkin’ out of here.” Thomas swayed on his feet. He took one look at her foot and his eyes rolled into his head as he passed out next to the locker. Her mouth fell open in shock and she peered over the side of the lockers at his crumbled form in disbelief. “You have got to be kidding me.” She quickly threw her head back and yelled as loud as she could “ I need some help in here!”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was another long stretch of highway that went through half a dozen towns that were little more then one street way stations. Sam was asleep. He looked pretty peaceful tonight. So peaceful in fact that Dean smiled at the drool that was seeping from the corner of his mouth as he pulled out his phone, turned on the interior lights and clicked the picture. He was about to shut the lights off when Sam suddenly sat bolt upright screaming and clutching at his chest like he was having a heart attack.

“Sam?” Dean pulled the car over in an instant as Sam doubled over. Dean jumped out of the car running around the other side for better access to his brother. He wrenched the door open and knelt down beside his brother. “Sam what is it? Sam?”

Sam couldn’t seem to get an answer out. Dean placed his hand on his arms trying to steady him. Sam had almost quieted with a half whimper half sob when Dean’s focus shifted rapidly. The night sky exploded.

The shock wave sent a preliminary ripple through the air and ground near knocking Dean off his feet. Then the real one hit. The glass on the Impala exploded inward and Dean barely pulled Sam out of the spray from the shatter before the force threw the both of them backwards skidding down the coarse country road that led into Huntington, MS.

They came to a stop with a groan and both were able to turn their heads for a look before they began to pull themselves up and to their feet shaking the gravel, dirt and glass from their clothes. “What the hell was that?” Dean whispered eyeing his brother in concern. He was referring to the screaming and the explosion because where he came from coincidences weren’t that common in situations like this.

“I don’t know.” Sam couldn’t describe it. It felt like someone had ripped his head and chest apart from the inside out in just a few seconds. He couldn’t even remember half of the images that had flashed across his vision like some sort of supernatural direct download. “Dean ?” he looked back to the fading lights in the sky feeling the reverberating hum to the air that seemed to cause the worst case of goose flesh he’d ever had in his life.

"Come on...it's going to be alright." Dean followed his gaze to the sky as he put his arm around Sam’s shoulders to steer him back towards the battered car. He was sure as hell going to find out though. Dean brushed the remains of the windshield out of the passenger seat before helping Sam inside. His little brother still seemed to be in some form of shock and Dean didn’t know what to do at the moment. So he reluctantly elected to remove the glass from his own seat before driving them into the nearest town.

At least of Sam’s condition got worse there would be a hospital. Dean watched as Sam leaned far back in the seat with a cough and frowned. God, what had they gotten sucked into now?

* This is my second attempt at making this fic work so it may morph a few times...I guess it would be my attempt at a SN epic...hope it is actually worth reading *

edit numero uno...the gnomes had to go

see loads of potiental here look forward to reading more and finding out what caused the explosion.

Chapter Two

He had forty eight hours before the changes went into effect. Before the traces that were left of the old gods were released. Vanashi was a fool to think that he wouldn’t find out. He may not have been able to stop the release, but he was determined to make sure that Vanashi’s efforts were in vane.

Forty eight hours marked the amount of time that it would take for the changes to become a rivaling force against him. If he could take out the vessels before then, than all of his plans were still right on course. If not, than the battle had merely become that much more interesting. The gods were a joke. Vanashi thought he was doing the world a favor but after so many years all that remained of what he had released was a flickering reminder that the gods had destroyed themselves. There was no presence there just power and what human could possibly learn to control that?

Certainly not those that were chosen. He knew them all by name. Some more personally then others. Those that had been chosen. And he thoroughly intended for none of them to last the next 48 hours.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“You alright?” Dean walked around the bed and sat the duffle bag down with a concerned glance at Sam.

Sam was sitting on the other bed leaned forward so that his left elbow rested on his knee and his head fell into his hands. He actually looked better despite this stance. “I’m fine, Dean.” The tone to his voice shouldered the annoyance that he leveled at his brother for seemingly babying him. It was a clear approach at getting Dean to quit asking.

Dean gave a half nod that betrayed his disdain at the lack of appreciation as he sat down on his own bed. “I’m going to try and get the windshield replaced tomorrow. We should be out of here in a few days.” he couldn’t drop it. Whatever had done this to his car wasn’t what terrified him. It was the look on Sam’s face when he came awake screaming. The pain, the fear, Dean thought he was dying. “Sam, try to explain it to me.”

Sam didn’t move really save to shift an inch or two in acknowledgment. “I can’t.”

“You haven’t tried.” Dean replied flatly. “I just...you...I’ve never heard you scream like that... and I’ve heard you scream a lot.”

Sam finally seemed to take note of Dean’s tone and he turned to look at him. “I’m alright Dean.”

“You’re not. I’ve seen you recover from visions a hell of a lot faster. This was something different.” Dean countered his voice rising to match his mounting frustration. “It was like something attacked you.”

“I think something did.” Sam suddenly exclaimed. He hadn’t wanted to voice it. Voicing it gave it credibility as limited as it may have been. It was still like admitting that you had a problem...one that you don’t understand. “I don’t know what happened. I was laying there and all of a sudden it was like something hit me...bored it’s way inside and started ripping me apart. I thought I was dying.”

“So did I.” Dean was glad he was talking about it because at least that let Dean know that Sam was seeing things closely related to his own view.

“I kept seeing this flurry of images and sounds. It was like a million visions trying to play out at once. I only caught a glimpse of some of them and I don’t even remember what those were. I felt like I was going insane.”

“You’re not going insane. Something is happening here. In this place. This town. Whatever that was that blew out the windshield. It’s like you had a reaction to it.” Dean watched as Sam rose to his feet and started pacing.

“I know, but I can’t describe it Dean. I feel..I don’t know...I feel like something crawled inside and it didn’t want to be there.” Sam didn’t realize just how terrifying that sounded until the words were out of his mouth.

“What like a demon?” Dean looked about ready to grab some salt to test that theory right now.

“Not a demon. I don’t think anyway. Whatever it was...is. I think it’s still there.” Sam replied. Dean’s eyes narrowed in concern as Sam sank back down to the bed. “Whatever the case.” Sam gave Dean a half smile with a subtle shake of his head. “I’m starving.”

Dean let out a sigh knowing that they wouldn’t know more til something happened or they knew what to do some digging into. He returned the smile and grabbed his jacket. “Alright. I saw a place a few streets over.”

~*~*~*~*~


She couldn’t withstand the nightmare long before she woke to feel her eyes wet with tears of pain and an eerie rumble outside her window. God, she hated pain medication. They had given her entirely too much at the hospital and now she was paying for it. Her feet were wrapped though and she could walk so long as she padded along at a soft pace.

Ambre sat up on the bed as the rumble grew and she slowly rose to her feet on shaky legs.

She made her way to the window and pulled the curtain back to see if the weather had turned off bad. Yet, the picture that greeted her from outside the window was anything but comforting and she took in a deep breath trying to still her nerves. There were six motorcycles with large grizzly bikers pulling onto her front lawn in a chaotic fashion.

“I’m still dreaming.” She whispered to herself as she saw a flash of a shimmer over the whole group and watched as the large men were instantly transformed into pig tusked leather faced monsters for but a moment. She blinked and they were men again. “Dreaming.” She reaffirmed to herself. “Dreaming.” Her voice became a whisper.

She closed her eyes and pinched her arm, having heard it often said that, that could wake a person. She jumped when the pounding began on the front door. It wasn’t like they were knocking. It sounded more like they were barreling into it in order to break it down. She pinched her arm harder when the door burst in downstairs with a horrendous and sickening crash.

Ambre finally opened her eyes as she heard grunting and what sounded like a heard of elephants bashing their way through the downstairs. She looked around her room frantically. This had to have been the most realistic dream she had ever had. She dove across the bed and grabbed up the phone. The noise downstairs grew louder and louder as well as the grunting and yelling in some sort of foreign language that sounded harsh and guttural.

Ambre punched in 911 as fast as she could as she picked up the phone and flattened herself against the wall panting in terror. Tears of hysteria trickled down her face.

“911 emergency services. What is the nature if your emergency?” A female voice sounded in her ears and she said an inward thank you.

“There are men breaking into my house.” She whispered hysterically.

“Ma’am I need you to calm down and give me your name and address.”

“Ambre Davidson, 420 Juliard Rd.” She panted into the receiver just as pounding footsteps reverberated against the stairs. She could feel the echo of the footsteps beneath her bare feet. Ambre tossed the phone and dropped to the floor. She crawled under the bed and yanked the yellow and white flowered bed skirt down all around the bed to make sure that she had as much cover as possible.

Her hand went to her mouth as she stifled a sob when the bedroom door burst inward. She slammed her eyes shut trying desperately to contain her own hysteria. She slowly opened them and watched in a fear filled paralysis as two sets of heavy boots walked slowly around her room. She could hear the other bedroom door being bashed in down the hall.

There was a crash that caused her to jump hard and she held her hands harder over her mouth and nose hoping to high heaven that they didn’t hear her as the night stand was lifted and she assumed thrown across the room. She heard it splinter upon impact with the wall and the dial tone of the phone as she watched the light in the room, shortly interrupted. Her lamp landed on the floor near the head of the bed and she watched the light roll with the lamp while it settled where it had fallen.

Suddenly the boots paused and she heard more grunts before she saw a huge hand reach down and grab the bed in the middle at the foot. She was about to crawl out the other side and make a break for the stairs when the bed exploded upward and splintered against the wall behind her. Ambre screamed and rolled narrowly missing a stomp from one of those powerful boots.

She made it to her hands and knees before she felt a powerful kick to her ribs that knocked the breath from her lungs. Strong arms wrapped around her arms from behind and they were quickly pinned behind her back as he jerked her to her feet.

She was spun around to face the other monster just in time to flinch before a fist connected with her right temple. Ambre’s vision danced with orbs of light as she thought she was going to pass out. Instead, a sickening pain racked her skull as her vision cleared to reveal another fist rocketed into her mid-section. Her legs came up instinctively as she got out a scream.

“Ambre!” A loud voice suddenly screamed from downstairs. Ambre wrenched her head toward the door hearing her boyfriend, Shay.

“Shay!” She screamed back as she slammed her head backwards and caught the guy behind her hard in the nose. She heard a gut wrenching crack and his grip loosened enough for her to yank an arm free while simultaneously slamming a foot into bastard number two’s groin. He doubled over as she was yanked backward to her other attacker who still had hold of her other arm.

She heard boots heading back down the stairs and screamed her boyfriend’s name again in horror. He was grossly outnumbered. “Shay!” her cry was cut short as she was tossed into the wall and slid down it bawling.

Ambre didn’t know where the strength came from but she pushed through the pain and pushed herself to stumbling feet making a mad dive for the closest exit, the window. She left it open usually trough October, as the weather didn’t cool off until then. So all she had to get through was the screen. She reared her foot back and slammed her foot into it feeling it give with a loud creak before falling down the awning over her front porch and landing in the bushes below. As the screen fell away she adjusted her stance and started to climb through only to feel strong hands wrap around her waist as she was jerked back inside roughly.

The pig man slammed her into the floor as his friend kicked her in the forehead. Ambre didn’t know how she stayed conscious. But she did, through the haze of pain and red she was still awake. She could barely move, but she could hear her boyfriend screaming downstairs. She felt a boot to the ribs and couldn’t even get out a cry as the pain threatened once more to cast her into sweet unconsciousness.

The two walked to the door to grunt to their friends assuming that she was too far-gone to get away now. They were wrong. Ambre reached up and pulled herself onto the window ledge forcing her battered body to move despite the agony. She was all the way out onto the roof of her front porch when they realized she had moved. There was a mad dash for the window as Shay’s screams resounded in her ears. Ambre slid down the side of the awning and grabbed the bottom just in time to slow her momentum before she plummeted over the edge and landed hard on her front lawn with a bounce and another thud that had her barely holding to life let alone consciousness.

“Shay.” She whispered turning her head to take in the view from the open front door. Ambre gasped knowing in that one moment that she would never forget what she saw there. No one should have to see the final blow. The death of a loved one. Not like that.

She pushed herself up hoping they hadn’t realized she had escaped yet as she made her way toward the road, stumbling in blind anticipation of the car that was coming in her direction.






* Hope this is making sense so far...to be continued*

Exploding planes...ok that part I get in a Supernatural sort of way lol.

I don't get the bikers...but like all great fanfics it'll all tie together, right?

So I'm just going to wait patiently haha and follow along like a good little reader.

HMMMMMMMMM OK I'M STILL WITHIT SO FAR BUT ANYTHING TO DO W SAMMY I READ LMAO. GREAT WRITING BTW. KEEP IT UP.



LUVS LORRIE

Chapter Three

“It’s a little airy.” Sam commented trying to pull their thoughts away from the uneasy circumstances even if the change of subjects would peak Dean’s dismay at the condition of his car. Dismay might not have been a strong enough word as Sam watched Dean’s jaw twitch and then pull tight.

“You’re get out of jail free card just expired.” Dean replied as he picked up his cell phone and began to go through the pictures he had in his folder. Once he settled on the one of Sam drooling on himself he looked through his contact list and raised his eyebrows in determination.

“What are you doing?” Sam asked quickly seeing that mischievous look that had crossed Dean’s face.

“Just sending a picture.” Dean replied nonchalantly.

“To who?”

“Just some chick in New York.” Dean shrugged.

“Dean...” Sam cocked his head to the side as he looked to the face of the phone and the picture that resided there. His eyes widened. “You are not.” He suddenly called out and reached for the phone. Dean tossed the phone to the other hand having to let go of the wheel long enough to fumble and catch it. It fell into the floor board and he and Sam both dove for it. Luckily Dean’s hand had made it back to the steering wheel - he just had to grab the cell phone before Sam could get a hold of it and then look where he was going before he hit something.

Dean slapped at Sam’s hand next to the gas peddle and then triumphantly pulled the cell phone up and out from under the dash with a satisfied chuckle. He had just sat up straight in the seat and peered through the windshield not expecting to see much on this stretch of quiet residential splendor.

Suddenly a woman was stumbling out into the street. Dean slammed on the breaks as his smile abruptly melted from his face. He was going to hit her. God, he was going to hit her. He swerved to the left and the car skidded sideways coming to a stop mere inches from her battered and bloodied form with the passenger door directly facing her.

Sam looked up in shock between Dean and the woman outside his window. Suddenly they all heard the commotion from behind her and saw the look of fear that came over her as several men seemed to be running straight for her. Sam got the door open fast with a quick “Get in.”
Dean had them moving again before the door was even closed. She collapsed in the back seat with a hysterical sort of shock induced sob.

Sam slammed the door closed and ducked down as a rock came busting through the passenger window spraying glass over him and knocking Dean in the shoulder as he sped away. “Jesus Christ!” Dean screamed. He looked over his shoulder and saw that this wasn’t the end of it as the men were climbing onto their motorcycles and hurrying in their direction.

“Why are they after you ?!” Dean knew they should ask questions like that before letting a near broken woman into their car. Especially now that a high speed chase seemed to be destined to ensue. There was a time factor involved though.

“I don’t know.” Came a weak wail from the back seat. “They broke into my house... just started...they...God - Shay.”

“Dean they’re gaining.” Sam called out as he looked from the woman with her not so helpful explanations to the men closing the distance behind them.

“I’m aware.” Dean replied through clenched teeth as he pushed down on the accelerator. “Look I need an explanation that doesn’t end with cryptic meaningless mumbling.” he called out as he ran a stop sign and spun the car to the right.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen them before!” She called back. “ They just broke in and started destroying everything. They didn’t say anything. They just started hitting me and they...they...they killed my boyfriend.” her voice fell off and Sam and Dean shared a sideways glance as Dean continued to try and lose them.

Sam looked over his shoulder at the woman and felt his heart slip into the pit of his stomach. She looked like she was barely holding onto consciousness. She was dressed in a nightgown and was barefoot signifying that she had been readying for bed, if not already in it. It reminded him of his Mom and Jessica, the horrific surprises in the night that could change everything.

“We’ve got to get her to a hospital.” Sam said loudly over the nose from the air flowing in over the busted windshield and now passenger window.

“It’s on my list, right after escaping from the gang of bikers, Sammy.” Dean looked ahead to the busy intersection ahead and the red light that stood in their way. His eyes squinted up in a worrisome form of risk calculation as he quickly sized up the small amount of traffic coming through on the perpendicular road before them.

“Dean...” Sam had just become aware of the red light and his voice mirrored the terror as his hand went instinctively to the dashboard to brace himself for impact.

“Hold what you got!” Dean didn’t slow down as he sailed through the red light at break neck speed narrowly missing three cars. The squeal of brakes sounded behind them and Dean checked the rearview as Sam looked back over his shoulder to see three of the bikes skid out from under the occupants of the motorcycles. Sam blinked in shock when one of the ones that had fallen jumped onto the back of another bike from the back of his falling transportation. The leap took a substantial amount of skill. “I don’t think they’re human.” Sam whispered. He suddenly ducked as a shot was fired through the back windshield. The girl screamed covering her head as the glass rained down on her.

“Dammit.” Dean screamed.

“Are you alright?” Sam called to the woman over the wind noise swirling through the glass coated interior.

“No!” She screamed back.

“Looks like you really pissed someone off.” Dean called as he made a sharp turn to the left and saw one of the motorcycles slide sideways. Another shot narrowly missed the car. “What do these guys want?” He wasn’t really asking her, more like saying it to himself in a baffling sort of tone. They obviously wanted her, but why?

He made another fast turn and kept going as Sam suddenly got that luck. Dean saw it out of the corner of his eye. He sank lower in the seat and put a hand to his head. “Sam?” As if he even needed to ask. “Dammit.” he swore again. Sam winced pinching at the bridge of his nose as he leaned forward under the weight of the pain in his head.

“There is a bridge out just over that next hill.” Sam snapped too and suddenly was back with them.

Dean’s eyes narrowed. Since when did Sam have instant visions that didn’t pertain to the demon that they were looking for? If they were waiting for something really weird to happen to explain what had happened to Sam earlier this was not the time to explore it. Dean turned right on the next road he saw and watched in satisfaction as the motorcycle carrying the two men tipped. The last one finally turned off having lost all his support for this fight.

Dean let out a breath as he looked around the glass littering his car. He looked to the woman in the backseat. “We’re going to get you to a hospital.” he said quickly. She was barely with them falling under the strain of the beating she had taken. Dean looked to Sam who was studying the dashboard a little too closely.

“What?” Dean asked as he turned back onto the main highway through town.

“The Hospital is four lights down on the left.” Dean looked ahead not recognizing this area of town. They hadn’t been through it yet. “Sammy?”

“Don’t ask me how I know.” Sam turned fearful eyes in Dean’s direction. Dean fell silent and focused on the road carefully checking the rearview for any more tails. There didn’t seem to be any. He didn’t know what scared him more. The recent chase, the dying woman in the back seat, his brother’s seemingly changing abilities, or the fact that he had yet to make any sense out of any of the before mentioned events.

* Thanks so much Lorrie and Kristen and Supernaturalfan...I hope I can keep it entertaining and coherent. I really appreciate the feedback. Very much so. *

I just read this, veeeery ineresting! It's has the Tish seal of approval, please continue soon.

Chapter Four

Dean cut a glance in Sam’s direction as they sat in the waiting room...waiting. They had eaten at the snack bar downstairs, had given their limited statements to the police with fake names and such and were now waiting for word about Ambre Gallager. They found that she was a nurse here upon arrival. It was a small hospital and everyone seemed to know and like her. It was hard to watch the people around her working to save one of their own. Emotions flying high.

Now the brothers had settled in. Dean could tell that the new developments with his visions were working some fear into his younger brother’s heart. Sam had tried to deny it by getting caught up in the limited information that they had gleamed from just being around Ambre’s friends and the small town law enforcement. Dean could see it though. It had him worried too.

“You wanna talk about it?” He leaned back and folded his hands behind his head not expecting an answer really. At least not one that included much more then a no or a shake of his head.

“It’s just there.” Sam whispered. The waiting room was empty save the two of them and there was no one to listen in, yet still he whispered. As if lost in his own contemplation of the developments. “I don’t know how I knew...know.”

“Know...know what. Did you see something else?” Dean straightened up waiting for the explanation as worry lined his brow.

“I’m not seeing it Dean. It’s just there.” Sam met his eyes briefly before looking back down to his hands. “It’s not like the visions.”

“Wait...I don’t understand.” Dean’s brows furrowed to mark the escalating fear he was harboring for his brother.

Sam looked up suddenly. He looked all around the room and then to the door hurriedly getting to his feet. Dean was on his feet right behind him. “Sammy?” he asked following him through the door.

“Something’s coming.” Sam whispered pausing right outside the waiting room door in the whitewashed corridor. He stopped and turned toward an elevator that had just dinged. Dean followed his gaze. It was eerie watching the elevator doors open. Dean felt like he should be ready for flight or fight dancing on the razors edge of the unknown with no answers in sight and it terrified him. What worried him more was that Sam had something - not someone.

Dean watched as three mean exited the elevator. They looked normal enough in an FBI sort of way. Wearing black suite with white button up shirts and black ties. They walked with confidence stuffing their hands in their pockets as they made their way down the hallway and to the nurses desk. Dean looked back to Sam who had followed them in his line of sight all the way from the elevator the nurses desk. Sam was breathing hard, like he’d had a shock to his system and Dean found himself looking back to the men in confusion.

There was a shimmer like heat coming off a grill in the summer and the three men transformed before his eyes. They grew to near eight feet with long straight gleaming manes of black hair. Unfurled at their backs each had a pair of large black wings. Dean’s eyes widened as the shimmer returned and three men were standing there again.

“Do you see them?” Sam asked quietly.

“I don’t know what I saw.” Dean whispered in return, in his own shock. It was one thing for this to be happening to Sam, but this sort of thing wasn’t a regular occurrence for Dean. He didn’t know what to make of it.

“Wings...black wings.” Sam replied as if mesmerized by the figures there. Dean grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him to face him. Something was happening - to both of them. Sam seemed worse for the wear though from it. Like it was hitting him much harder. It had to have something to do with the explosion. Or did it? Maybe it was just this place...maybe there was just something wrong here. “They’re going to try to kill her.” Sam looked Dean straight in the eyes when he said it.

Dean looked back at them - now just ordinary men walking toward an ordinary door. Right before they stopped to open the door though the shimmer returned and Dean felt his breath catch in his throat as they shifted back into the black winged atrocities of before. One of them looked back over his shoulder and smiled at them with an evil toothy grin. Dean swallowed the lump in his throat as he took a questioning step forward.

“Come on.” Dean grabbed Sam by the sleeve and started in that direction. The shimmer occurred again as the men walked through the door and they became men again. Dean wasn’t waiting for this to suddenly make sense. In his experience you had to actively seek answers and where he was sitting this was a lead.

“They’ll kill us.” Sam’s voice sounded to his right. Dean felt like he was listening to a child. Like Sam had no idea what he was saying. The vacant fearful look on Sam’s face seemed to support that theory as Dean dragged him on through the doors and followed the men/winged creatures - whatever they were.

“Sam, you’re going to be alright.” Dean simply said quickly. The black suites were twenty feet ahead.

They could move fast.

They stopped.

It was eerie because they didn’t turn around. One of them slowly craned his head back.


Dean saw one of the black suite’s hand going inside his jacket and then in a blur the black suites were whirling around and the knife sailed through the air. He didn’t have time to move. Suddenly it stopped.

The knife.

It stopped inches from Dean’s left eye and he stood there frozen watching it as the blood rushed from his face. Dean thought that they were toying with him until he noticed Sam. It took a few moments to realize that Sam’s face was strained beside him. Dean only noticed it from the corner of his eye.

Sam was holding the knife back.

Dean ducked out of the way and watched as Sam seemed to let it go with is mind. The knife dropped to the floor as the second and third flew, both hitting Sam.

Things seemed to go into slow motion as Dean screamed No and threw his own body over Sam’s to protect him from any more assault as they both fell to the ground. The commotion was quick to dissuade any further action from their attackers as security came running.

Dean pulled back regretting the instant he had decided to follow them against Sam’s child like advice as he saw the blood pooling around the knife wound in Sam’s abdomen and left shoulder. Dean screamed for help as he saw Sam struggling for breath his face contorted in pain. “It’s going to be alright.” Dean got out in a panic. “Sammy, you’re going to be alright...”

He was shoved away as the nurses came running to Sam. Dean slid backwards his back against the wall as he watched them start to work on Sam. He looked down the long corridor and saw no traces of what had been there. No evidence of what had just attacked them and then looked back to Sam as his heart slowly plummeted. He had to be alright...God, why didn’t he listen to him? He didn’t know any more now then he had when all this began and all he had to show for it was Sam’s life slipping though his fingers.



* Thank you Tish ...no one get two worried I usually don’t kill off core characters...especially one that looks like...looks dreamily to the many wonderful banners...that. I do plan on actually bringing the explanations out...promise!*

omg this is an awesome story! update soon!

Ok, now it's all starting to make sense.

I told you I just had to hang on and continue in the story lol!

All of my favorite stories throw me off in the beginning, then leave me saying 'well duh' in the end.

Kyriebess is great at that lol.

So awesome work Isadora!

Now...there's just the little matter of knives being thrown at Sam...

Chapter five

Dean sat leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees his head in his hands running his fingers though his short hair as the hours seemed to crawl by. He would alternate this stance with pacing the waiting room, corridors, or forcing himself to take in a cup of coffee or soft drink when one of the nurses took pity on him and brought it too him.

They had been in Huntington for six hours when he finally looked up at the clock in the waiting room. It was 3:48 in the morning and still no news. At least not on Sam. Ambre made it through her surgery and was in recovery. Sam was now in surgery though. It was the knife to the abdomen that had caused the majority of the damage.

Dean was trying to retrace their steps tonight, trying to find some reason, some thing that made the pieces even remotely begin to fit. All he came up with was the explosion. Everything had happened since then, at least to Sam’s abilities. With whatever was happening to Dean. And then there was Ambre. Some small town nurse that had a host of things that go bump in the night trying to kill her. He couldn’t put it all together yet, but he would.

Dean was pacing the hall when Stacey, the receptionist, came and told him that Ambre was in a room and awake. Dean was quick to thank her and make his way in.

Ambre looked worse then Sam. Most of the damage that she had withstood left horrid reminders along her face and arms. He’d never seen a woman beaten so bad. Dean walked to the edge of the bed careful to give her visibility without much effort on her part. He imagined that even turning her head hurt right now. “Hey.” She managed a smile at him and Dean returned a weaker version.

“Hey... You made it.” Dean tucked his hands into his pockets swallowing as he briefly looked away to hide the worry for Sam's fate that surfaced in his eyes.

“Thanks to you.” She spoke slowly with effort clearly still under the effects of the anesthesia. “And you’re friend.”

“Brother.” Dean nodded seeing the tears forming in her eyes. He remembered what she had said in the car about her boyfriend and knew how she felt for the most part. Even in grief though he needed answers. Time to heal would come once everyone was safe. “Sam’s my brother.” Dean replied.

“Would you tell him I said thank you?” She asked after looking about the room and finding that he was not there. Dean looked down to the bedside and nodded. He heard the tears in her voice as she fought back a sob.

“I’m sorry about your boyfriend.” Dean whispered. He finally looked up and asked what he needed to. “ Do you know what happened?”

Ambre met his eyes and the pain in hers seemed to mirror the souls remorse in Dean’s past. The sacred art of losing. “ I’m just a nurse. I grew up here. Work here. Go to church here. Planned to raise a family here.” She broke off to fight off the tears. “Just some average girl. Met Shay in high school. We were going to get married next fall.” She shook her head lightly as if trying to shake the horror filled images from her mind. “I got off work and went to the gym. There was some explosion...busted out the skylights.” She gave a strained laugh through the tears. “I was suppose to meet him for dinner but wound up back here getting my feet stitched up. He came to pick me up and we went home. Simple as that. I got all tucked in upstairs. He was watching TV I think. When I woke up I thought it was thunder outside the window...” She had to stop unable to stave off the sob any longer. “It sounded like a battering ram hit the door. They didn’t say anything. They didn’t stop. They didn’t do anything but destroy everything in their path. I don’t even know how I got out...I should have been dead. I saw him though through the front door after I climbed out the second story window. I saw them kill him.”

Dean slowly wound his fingers around her hand as he realized that she may not have as many answers as he had hoped. “I’m sorry.” he breathed. It was disheartening to say the least. God she wasn’t in any shape to handle another attack and he was sure that whoever - whatever it was that was after her - for whatever reason wasn’t done yet. They hadn’t even waited for her to get out of surgery before they came again.

Dean squeezed her hand and looked back to the hallway thinking of Sam. They had gotten caught in the middle it seemed. Dean felt her fingers flinch under his hold. He looked back down quickly and watched as her back arched off the bed. Dean was about to let go - to call out for help. But he suddenly felt his own body arch where he stood and what felt like electricity passing between them.

He couldn’t do anything but stand there clenching her tiny hand in his as he watched in awe as the deep shades of blue and red began to recede across the shadows of her face. The cuts and abrasions closed. She settled back against the bed and looked up at him in shock and horror as he was finally able to release her hand and stumble backwards speechless. “What did you do?” She gasped much more coherently.

“I don’t know.” he panted out of breath looking to his hand in terror. What was happening to him? Had he done that? Healed her? Dean looked up to her face as if to make sure he wasn’t seeing things again. It wasn’t any more comforting to have it confirmed. Dean felt a tremble run through him as he looked to the door like a caged animal.

Ambre was checking her body over now, sitting up in bed in a panic sort of stupor trying to take in what had just happened. “You...what are you?”

“Just a guy.” Dean didn’t know what else to say as he reeled in his own tumultuous mind. This had just gone to a whole other level of strange.

She was just a girl with a whole lot of darkness after her, he was just a guy who could seemingly heal, Sam’s abilities seemed to be growing in leaps and bounds and he was fighting for his life. When had the world gone insane?

Their eyes met as she pulled the covers back and looked over her legs throwing her feet over the side of the bed. “That’s amazing.” She looked terrified even in her praise. Dean wasn’t so impressed as he was afraid. Nothing came without a price.

Nothing.

‘What’s happening to me?’ Dean looked to the hallway again thinking of Sam... ‘What’s happening to him?’ he looked back to Ambre getting to her feet steadily. ‘And how in the hell does she fit in?’

* Thanks Kristen - I'll have to check out Kyriebess's work. Thank you Supernatural4769 also. The feed back really helps me know that I'm making progress in the right direction. SO thanks so much guys. You guys have any recomendations on some stories to read - maybe some of your own work? Should be atleast one more update today - I swear writing is theraputic *

w00t w00t!!!

*nods in agreeance*

I haven't had much oompf for writing lately...which I feel bad about cuz I've started a story and can't seem to get going on it...*sigh*

Let's see....'Bad Sam' by Steffs is awesome (very long...but oh so worth it)...Hmmmm...'Look Into His Eyes...' and then 'Ancient Words' by supernaturalmommy (Katrina)...crap there's too many good ones on here!!

I started a story over in the ghost/horror section "Them Old Prison Blues"...then started "Greener on the Other Side" in the demon section...*cough cough*...shameless promotion of self...*cough cough*...

There are so many talented writers on here though...it's tough not to recommend one!!

Kyrie has some really good ones, stories that make you think...I'm still scratching my head over her latest one about the diner lolz.

Ok, now for your awesome piece of art work:

So I'm guessing Dean's healing could be caused by the explosion. It seems it has wakened something in him. And Sam? Wowzers!! Dean should totally shoulder his way into surgery and heal Sam.

YOU HEAR ME DEAN WINCHESTER!!!



Sometimes methinks if I type in caps the characters will hear me.

Chapter Six

He was through playing. They should have already been dead by now. The three Black winged devils kneeled before him. His pig faced demon slaves that had already been flayed for failure. Their corpses littered the throne room as the devils reverently stated their case. Alturoc looked over the kneeling figures with a snarl.

“You withdraw when you should lay waste.” He growled. The shadows quivered and danced with in the thrown room. They looked the least opposing of the beasts present, yet Alturoc knew their true power. He had yet to authorize their release as he hoped his lesser minions could dispatch the Winchester’s and the girl. It was a simple task.

One of his high ranking Lords had almost accomplished it with the Winchester’s already. “Throw them in the pit.” He screamed all at once. “And return with the marked one readied for possession incase the shades fail. As for you...” He paused waiting for the winged devils screams of protests to die down as they were dragged away. He looked over the eight shifting shadows that hovered around his thrown. “ I want their heads. If you fail...I will not be so lenient.”

There was a woosh of movement as the shadows whispers reached his mind. “Go.” He half growled half screamed. He had not come this far to be put off by some half wit acolyte and his dim witted attempt at salvation.

This was his domain now.

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The candle lit corridor was narrow at best and the 48 people walking down it at the steep downward incline silently respected the hallowed halls as they made the first pilgrimage of the new millennia into the heart of the revered ancient citadel that had housed the order since the vast retreat.

Once the last great magus entered the large expanse of the room a thousand torches burst into flame along the walls. Sebastian watched as the old ones took their seats as he paced the front of the hall readying to relay the horrifying news. He couldn’t blame Vanashi really. What he had done very well may have saved them all, but it was well outside the ordered dictations of the Foci. “The essence of the last remaining gods was released seven hours ago over the southern united states. A rogue faction was responsible for the act.”

A low murmur went through the crowd. Sebastian slammed his staff against the floor and listened to the reverberation from the action as silence fell over the group. “They have no minds left after millennia without form. Their power remains and has become infused with appropriate vessels. Though we did not sanction the action. This counsel will not stand by and watch their defilement. Alturoc’s forces have already been unleashed and I expect the foci to retaliate.”

There was no disputing Sebastian’s iron clad rule and no one dared speak against him while he stood before them. “Rouse the soldiers! Alturoc will declare war and we will not be defeated!” Sebastian’s rousing cry got a cheer from the group. The odds were not on their side but Vanashi had done one thing right. He had provided them with a weapon more valuable then they could have ever hoped for. “The gods have risen!” There was another cheer. “We shall send the servants to guard them until such time as they understand their new forms...their power. And they will fight for us!”

The great cheer shook the halls as Sebastian held his staff up. He sucked in a deep breath watching the crowd as he hoped like hell the vessels were truly worthy.

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Sam came to in a hazy sort of fog. He took in a breath and licked at his dry lips as he worked up the strength to open his left eye halfway. Dean stood there.

Sam opened the eye a little wider as he took in Dean’s pallor and the determined look on his face that reminded him of some half bit psychic trying to bend a spoon with his mind. As bodily sensations began to come back into focus he felt Dean’s hands wrapped around one of his as he rubbed and needed the flesh there. Sam forced his other eyes open and blinked against the harsh light of the room.

The monitors beeped their chorus as he cleared his throat in confusion. “Whatcha doin’?” He got out in a coarse voice knowing immediately that he needed some water.

“Shhh.” Sam looked over at Ambre standing in her hospital gown, arms folded across her chest as she teetered back and forth on the balls of her feet as if she was cold. She looked better then the last time he’d seen her. Much better in fact. “I’m trying to concentrate.” Dean said quickly.

Sam glanced back up at his brother and clicked his tongue against the inside of his mouth as he arched an eyebrow in wonder. Maybe he was dreaming. “Can I have my hand back?” God his throat felt like gravel.

“Sammy, be quiet.” Dean replied in a rush. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked to Ambre. “I feel something.” he said as if it was supposed to mean something.

“Yeah my knuckles...I think you’re cutting off the circulation.” Sam looked from one to the other and furrowed his brows together to tired to even think about trying to play twenty questions to figure out what was happening. Sam saw Ambre’s eyes widen as she watched - most of her attention focused on Dean.

“Someone want to tell me what’s goin’ on?” Sam asked finally in frustration. Suddenly he didn’t have to ask. He felt a jolt go through him originating from Dean’s hand clasped around his. Sam felt waves of rippling energy cascade through his body destroying the pain and clearing his mind in one giant leap. He looked up to Dean his eyes wide and met his brother’s smiling smack happy face.

“You just...you can? ”

Dean’s smile widened. “Isn’t it just kick ass?” he chuckled. He didn’t want to mention his fear that there was a price to pay for it yet. “I think it has something to do with the explosion...I don’t know how, but you’re abilities have been growing and I seem to have developed...one.”

“It’s a real gift.” Ambre whispered as a hint of a smile touched her still grieving expression.

“See.” Dean nodded to Ambre. “I think we’re all in agreement.”

“Oh don’t get me wrong.” Sam replied quickly as he pulled himself into a sitting position. “I think it’s...wonderful. It’s just all happening a little fast ...don’t you think.”

“Don’t get jealous.” Dean smiled down at him. “Just because I have an ability now too.”

Sam scoffed at him. “I’m not jealous.”

“Come on...you can admit it.” Dean’s smile was getting on his last nerve now as Sam swung his legs over the side of the bed. “And you’re welcome.”

“Oh yeah...thanks. I’m not jealous though.” Sam insisted.

“Are too.”

“Guys.” Ambre’s voice held a hint of annoyance as she rubbed two fingers over the edge of the curtain trying to keep the noise down. She was still so confused and the jesting that bordered on a fight was grating. She let out a long sigh of frustration and suddenly saw a bright flash of light as the curtain exploded in flames under her hand.

“Holy Shit!” She screamed out as she jumped back and shook her hand trying to get it to go out. She realized all at once that it didn’t burn and held her flaming hand up as her mouth fell open. Dean and Sam looked over in awe as Sam quickly jumped from the bed and grabbed the water bottle from his bedside table to douse the curtain.

“You’re on fire.” Dean whispered suddenly wishing he’d gotten that ability. It looked amazing. If powers were just getting handed out then why did couldn’t he have had that one.

“I know.” She breathed unfurling her fingers as the flames danced about her palm. She looked to her hand in terror filled wonder trying to will it to go out. “I can’t stop it.” She whispered in shock. Dean grabbed the pitcher that housed the rest of the water and walked up rather calmly. He poured it over her hand and watched as the flames died down giving her a big smile as his way of saying you’re welcome.

Watching the smoldering curtain and then looking back to Ambre and Dean, Sam suddenly straitened and began searching for his clothes. “It’s time to go.” he got out in a rush.

“What’s wrong?” Dean and Ambre asked all at once.

“Something’s here...again.” Sam spotted his pants hanging out of a basket just under his bed and hurriedly got into them. Before pulling the hospital gown over his head and feeling in the basket for his shirt. “Where’s my shirt?” he asked standing back up. He liked that shirt.

“They cut it off while they were trying to save your life.” Dean said as Ambre walked out the door trying to dry her hand off on her hospital gown. She made her way to the nearest supply closet and grabbed herself a pair of scrubs and a shirt for Sam then hurried back at a run.

“Didn’t you say we need to go?” She wasn’t in the mood to ask questions at the moment. They could explain it to her later. She wanted to live and she had a feeling sticking with these two was the only way it was going to happen. She wiggled into the scrub bottoms and then dipped back behind the curtains partial cover before hurriedly shedding the gown to put on the top.

Dean craned his neck toward the side of the curtain as Sam slid the scrub shirt over his chest in time to see him. Sam slapped him on the arm and Dean gave him a ‘What?’ shrug.

“Come on.” Sam called as he got his shoes on. Ambre came around the curtain in her scrubs but still barefoot. Dean grabbed her elbow and steered her around as Sam followed behind them out the recovery room door.

Now they just had to make out of the hospital in one piece...

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* Thanks Kristen... I just started on Bad Sam and Ancient Words......wonderful reads by the way - Thanks... Prison Blues is my next stop

* whispers * It's never shameless to promote yourself.

So is it still coherent...everyone following along...I don't want to confuse anyone...oh oh and Kristin I think Dean heard you *

i wasn't sure about this fic at first but now i think its amazing!! im guessing that the gods this guy released have gone into Dean Sam and Ambre???? that is so cool!!
cant wait to read more!