Author: supernaturalsammy67 PM
why do we always get bad luck? Sam and Dean stuck on an empty desert highway with a heatwave, what could go wrong? a hunt, a vision, and bad luck super spirit kind. i own nothing, warnings given, complete!Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Supernatural - Sam W. & Dean W. - Chapters: 7 - Words: 13,979 - Reviews: 45 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 27 - Updated: 07-08-07 - Published: 06-08-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3582702
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OK ok, I hope you all forgive me, as always real life has been a bitch, sorry children, but with all the exams at my school, jeez for a 15 yr old its bloody stressful lol. Anyway in south Yorkshire, England we have had a LOT of floods, and sadly a 14 yr old boy died in Sheffield, and a man got caught in a grate, and the water rapids grew over him and very sadly he drowned.
So this chapter, I want to dedicate it to those who lost their lives in one of south Yorkshires worst floods since the 50's.
I'm sorry they had to loose their lives, it's not fair. A life lost especially so young is a life not lived.
So if you could join me in a minutes silence, before you read to commentate the people that have suffered and the families who are still suffering today.
A little brighter news, im updating lol but I hope you all like it as before and anything I can make better lemme know, or any tips you think I should include, and if you read but do not review I do not mind at all, just hope you enjoy the story, thank you to those who have stuck with this story, and who have reviewed, it made my day.
Thanks everyone, and Julie my anonymous lil reviewer xxxxxxx
On with chapter 7 : the hunts not always done
Previously on supernatural:
"Are you okay?" Sam steadily sat up and tried to breath through his tightly wrapped chest. "I look like a mummy""Well you are a girl…" Dean joked, he picked up their laundry duffle bag and his jacket fell out, a stain of blood on the sleeve.He bet down to pick up the cloth when the amulet he found fell out of the pocket…Sam watched in fascination and Dean passed him the object saying "I found it in that old chest"
"Where, at the barn?" Sam answered groggily, with a hint of accusation.
"Yeah it looked like some kinda pendent, I don't know why I picked it up, the writing on it seems familiar to what that book had in it though" Dean said vaguely.
"Dean! What the hell did you bring it back for!" Sam shouted hysterical.
"What the hells wrong man, calm down" Dean said stressfully.
"No Dean, I can't this pendant, this would have been the link to the spirits body. The hunts not done yet" he said with urged importance.
"What so we just destroyed dust and a barn, but just pissed off the damn spirit more, aww jesus Christ!" Dean spat.
"We have to destroy the pendant" Sam said suddenly a little too shocked.
"What, why?" Dean blurted grabbing his coat.
"She'll follow the link, she's attached Dean and if its here…" the air began to turn to an icy chill that froze the very marrow in their bones.
"Shit" Dean breathed a cloud of white smoke while panic set in.
"Sam try to break it, I'll get the salt" Dean yelled whilst running for his duffel and knowing supply of salt he had.
Sam hastily yet forced had to abruptly stand on shaky feet and try to destroy the gem. Even after 2 boots crashing down on the incredibly strong stone it didn't even crack.
A distant thump had Sam spinning round to find Dean thrown head first into the cheap plaster walls, dust and white plaster debris poofing off him.
"Dean!" Sam called but instantly regretted it as the spirit took its favourite play toy out for a spin again. Sam felt the familiar yet extremely disturbing feeling of weightlessness then a blinding flash of white and pain exploding on his side.
Sat stunned and gasping Dean stood uneasily and ran for the jewel.
He grabbed his .45 and took dead aim for the centre of the pendant, a loud shot rang out but only chipped the side of the stone jewel, a green light flashed then started to dim from the spirits form, and its shriek spoke of the misery they caused.
Just piss it off more Dean, way to go! Dean mentally kicked himself, before objects rained don on him, an a quick duck and roll was necessary if he didn't want to be shish kebabbed with scissors.
Sam still lay slumped, his breathing shallow and sweat dripped from his face at the exertion. He wasn't in his full game, not to mention the number she did on him a mere few hours ago, he wasn't up for this yet.
"Sammy use iron!" He heard distantly shout before reality came back with all senses alert, Sam regrettably sat up a bit too fast for his swimming vision and caught the flying crow bar Dean threw.
All he had to do was step forward, just a few more paces and hit the gem to smash it. Except he didn't have the energy to even crawl over there, and it seemed just too far.
Another thump and thus then the crash of a lamp hitting hard ground alerted Sam Dean was still the spirits rag doll, but she wasn't so sweet and innocent in this life.
Encouraging words were being thrown from whenever and wherever Dean landed and could speak without being airborne again.
But eventually Sam found his hidden and only strength and made his way to the necklace laying abandoned on the floor, once part of a life now the only reason the life isn't at rest, it had to be destroyed.
Sam lifted the crow bar high enough and prepared to bring it crashing down with all his strength when the spirit saw what he was planning to do and shrieked the highest screech that Dean had to cover his ears as he dropped from the invisible hold.
Bright light invaded Sam's vision and everything felt like slow motion, he could see Dean mouthing 'Sam' with a troubled look on his face, but only then did Sam notice the third person, she looked so sweet and calm, just like little girls should. Her light pink almost white dress.
Her heavenly figure for such a young girl got instant positive attention and white light pooled all around her like an insane halo gone AWOL.
Her tight ringlets curls hung in two pigtails and bounced as she moved cheerily to Sam, who paused midway in smashing the jewel.
Dean couldn't see the same thing as he desperately had widening eyes on Sam and his slumping form, as if watching something he couldn't see. This in truth had more of a fright for Dean then any vision or visible creature they BOTH could see and fight.
Even with the visions, Dean could help him through the situation and guilt afterwards.
The bright and smiling little girl who stood now right before him didn't even seem to be any relation to the benevolent spirit they were facing.
The girl smiled, but only a small dimpled glance, she flickered and only briefly did Sam see her true form through the disguise. Black bone and rotting meat with devilled eyes and deep dark hatred pouring off her. Then he façade took over again, and the fake sweet child smiled warningly at Sam, who now realized the whole illusion and instantly recoiled from reaching distance. Once the spirit knew Sam didn't believe her impressive tricks, she changed from into the black decaying piece of a child that once was.
Her hatred flung itself at Sam with such force, and all the anger built up over the fear of Sam destroying her existence, twice now caused the adrenaline to ripple and turn to unleashed anger. Even more weapons to use at Sam's vulnerability.
With lightning fast reflexes her knife like fingers grabbed Sam's head as he pushed away, her ghost like hand passed through his head, bringing all the pain and misery she had ever suffered, added to all the anger and envy she had against these two men. Revenge surely was sweeter.
As soon as the spirit latched on it felt all the warmth and life in Sam, his light emanating from his soul. She suddenly felt alive again and reached further into him, feeling more presence.
Even when she disappeared from eyeshot, Sam still felt her bony fingers clutching his brain. He tried to fight the scream but the pain intensified and he felt himself grow weaker, and weaker.
Dean watched Sam jerk back then grab the side of his head and temples and scream like he was being ripped apart. The raw pain in his voice at that moment broke Dean.
That's when he saw the flickering form of the spirit latched onto Sam who was now slowly calming down the but the pained cries just as desperate, he could tell Sam was losing energy and he just hoped he could pull through another attack.
Dean reached the crow bar after Sam hesitantly let go to hold his head and reached high, he brought it down so fast no one would have guessed and smashed the greenish gem with such force the actual spirit shrieked, let go of Sam immediately and burst into a swirl and spiral of green lights and twinkles.
Dean looked worryingly down at Sam, his hand flopped to his side and a pained expression glanced back, panting heavily Dean helped him stand only to fall backwards as Sam's lets gave out and he collapsed in a heap on the floor. Eyes only just open; he smiled and pointed to the amulet.
The gem now smashed and the engraving on the silver now dinted, dean placed the pedant outside their door, applied gasoline and salt, then set the bitch alight and watched in a demented kind of pleasure as all trace of that sadistic spirit burned away for good.
Dean walked back into the room, noticing Sam leant forward cradling his ribs again and some bruises forming around his face, well more than there was.
"You okay Sammy?" Dean grinned, and sat heavily on his own bed, tonight they both took a beating.
"I don't wanna do that again, anytime soon" Sam whispered, his voice still sore from screaming.
"What the hell did the bitch do to ya anyway?" Dean's interest was peaked, but worry had a reason for everything.
"Illusion of the girl she used to be, when I saw through and she found out her fate. I dunno she just came at me, her hands felt like they went through my freaking head. It just hurt so much, then I just felt drained kinda, I dunno what she did, but man I could sleep for a week" Sam said, falling sideward's next to his bed and breathing heavy.
Dean felt a lump form in his throat.
"I know what she did Sammy, you'll be ok after a rest up" Dean lightened.
"What did she do? How come I didn't know?" Sam asked, wide eyes focusing on Dean.
"That's what her kinda spirits do, they latch onto something, like the amulet it was probably hers and part of her life when she was alive so to her she's only latching onto her life the way they see it. And with you we did piss her off majorly dude. Its revenge using your life force to hold onto because you were gonna wipe out her other only source, the amulet" Dean explained then looked sorely at Sam.
"Great, now they try to live off us, and thanks for pissing her off more" Sam said, though his heart wasn't in the comment.
Sam carefully but weakly stood and rolled onto his bed, drifting his eyes shut and inhaling deeply, as Dean laid down and flicked the lamp beside him off, the room went to darkness as exhaustion took over.
A few minutes later Sam asked.
"Dean?" Sam slurred.
"Huh?" Came the muffled reply of inducing sleep.
"Next time, don't pick up random jewellery that could kill us" Sam joked, and Dean knew by the way Sam mannered it he was joking.
"Only if you don't redecorate the walls by freefalling" Dean grinned, one that would have matched his eye's twinkle anytime.
And then there was rymthmitic breathing and a hunt finally over.
The end xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Ok so I've wrapped up this one and I have to tell you I will be doing another story like this helooo im addicted lol.
And I hiope you all had a good read. But sadly it's the end of this story but not for my one-shot now story take on WIAWSNB called "weakness" which will be updated today xxxxxxxxxxx thanks for all the co-operation and support and everyone who reviewed, I thank you with the bottom of my heart. It means a lot and thanks for your time.
Have a good life, and enjoy yourselves xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx