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.
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.
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.
“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...
* 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