Excerpted from Pitch Black --
"Please stop," he breathed feeling his heart hammering, heat burning from inside. His left hand spasmed against the wet dank brick where she'd sunk the first nail into him,
"No," she pressed the tip of the nail into his elbow, leaning deep into it, watching it sink into his skin, feeling it press against bone, then begin to crack the outer shell. The first strike had been fast, sharp, hard, and just to make sure she had his full attention. This one was for pleasure.
He screamed just before she bent her own elbow and thrust the nail the rest of the way through his until the point stopped against the stone behind him. She smirked holding the hammer up before his eyes again, grinning as he shook his head, his beautiful luminous green eyes nearly glowing with fear.
"No! No don't... please..." he ground his teeth feeling himself light on fire once again until the metallic 'clinking' was drowned out by the screaming.
"Dean?... Oh God..." Sam's throat squeezed shut, his breath stopped and he fought every urge to throw himself backwards, away from this impossibility, This is NOT my brother... this... no! NO! Oh God... finally a gasp stabbed the night as he reached out, uncertain where to touch him that wouldn't cause him pain. His fingers slid around his brothers' neck, finding the divot where his pulse should have been. "No... C'mon Dean... please... come ON Dean! Don't you DO THIS to me!"
Dean's head whipped to the side and his body jerked. His eyes shot open for a split second as he screamed, "Sammy!" then fell silent and still again.
"T'sokay Dean... I'm here, s'alright, you're gonna be alright, I promise..." he choked resting his head on the pillow too while petting his sweat soaked hair, "S'gonna be alright, I'm here, I gotcha."
"Yes, GONE you idiot! What part of GONE don't you get?! Out of my sight, UNABLE to be FOUND, MISSING! GONE! STOLEN!" she railed, turning toward him, the soft, usually impassive twelve year old face beside him twisted and warped, pure fury blazing through her empty eye sockets as she closed on him, repelling him toward the stairs, "You WILL FIND THEM!"
Twilight – sn fic – chpt 1.
A hiccough popped out of Laura's throat. Her hand clasped over her mouth as Sam rested his head beside his big brothers'. She watched his long gentle fingers slide through Dean's hair while he assured the man that he wasn't alone.
"I'm here Dean, I gotcha, t'sokay... just rest now okay? I'll keep watch," he whispered tightly. With every ounce he had, he fought the tears and pain he wanted to scream out in his brothers' behalf. Hasn't he already suffered ENOUGH!? Who do I have to exorcise to get him a break!? he wondered.
She moved to the bedside, finding herself on her knees between Sam in the chair and Dean suffering so grievously in the bed. We need to get him to a hospital. Please Dean, please regain consciousness. Please. She urged silently. With her head bowed down she dropped a warm hand onto Sam's knee while reaching the other to the far side of Dean's face to stroke his cheek.
"I... uh... I need to go outside for a bit..." she breathed.
Sam nodded. It was daytime and whatever might have lurked in the night might think twice before attacking in the light.
If she doesn't get some rest she's gonna fall apart... Sam nodded to himself as she leaned over to press her mouth to Dean's leaving words of love for him to taste should he wake any time soon.
"Don't go too far," Sam admonished as the motel room door closed behind her.
She stepped out into the sunlight, blinded by the obscene brightness. In a moment she had her bearings and moved to the right. She followed the structure until the wall turned. The far end of it facing an empty field tall with weeds and thick grasses. Another glance around told her the moment was hers. She turned with her back to the wall and fell apart.
Her hands pressed hard to catch both sobs and tears as the stucco gripped the back of her clothes while she slid down, her knees to her chest, forehead upon them with her arms sliding over her head in a posture of self protection.
Please don't take him away from me. Please... don't take him away.
She could feel his solid heat behind her, his arm protective around her and his knees behind hers as they were when they managed to spend the night together. She could taste his kisses and feel the warmth of his air behind her ear, on her neck. His chuckles and easy laughter lay gently draped over her. He gave her world texture and light. The knowledge of his presence constructed a simple desire to move through another day. Her love for Sam was equally true, but infinitely different.
Her body flushed with heat and hate for whoever had hurt him. She didn't care why, that would be for Sam to contend with. She wanted pain. I need to help him. I need to heal him... I need to save him... they're mine, both of them, and I failed... I failed them so thoroughly... God how could I let that happen? I can save him, them. I can save them both. Yeah, whatever it takes, I can do it. She paid no mind to the tiny voice inside that whispered faintly a need for rest. I'll save them if it's the last thing I do, I swear.
Her fist collided with the volcanic rock that surrounded the building. It sounded like styro-foam rubbing together and felt like sandpaper against her knuckles. I will skin whoever did that to him alive. And I'll enjoy it.
"...aaamm..." Dean pushed painfully through his swollen throat. His head tossed to the side and a wave of heat rolled off of him. His red, fever glassed eyes opened searching the room, squinting as he frowned. ...trick, doan say ennething...shhhh. He reminded himself, "eggznam... sszzam Iyam..." he muttered trying to fix his gaze into the furrowed blue-greens in front of him. Something warm and strong grabbed him behind the head, non't... cut m'throat... bad... so bad... then there was a familiar sensation at his mouth. Cool nubbly wetness rubbed gently over his lips and drips slid down his chin.
"C'mon Dean, open up just a little man... come on now," Sam urged softly, holding the dripping cool cloth at his brothers mouth. Dean's eyes met his and though recognition flitted through faster than a gnat, it had been there. "That's right big brother... open up now, come on its just water..."
He worked his fingers gently downward, pushing the cool fluid toward the corner of the cloth Dean had taken between his parched and peeling lips. He watched to make sure his throat moved several times quickly then stopped squeezing when a few coughs sputtered out a fine spray.
"Okay, okay that's good, that's real good Dean," he choked laying his head back down and still managing to bolster up the pillows beneath him.
"...am?" he croaked trying to raise his left hand only to scream out in pain and half pass out with the experience.
"Yeah, yeah it's me Dean I promise... you can't do that... You're hurt okay? Bad," Sam nodded, his hand on the far side of his brothers face, his thumb wiping the accidental tears that had come with the pain.
"Mmm 'kay... Szammy sez, mmm 'kay..."
"Where'd you hear that?" John asked looking at his eldest son with a strange expression on his face. 'did he overhear what we were talking about? How would he know about a creature like that?' he wondered.
Dean shrugged turning the book so he could see the picture and read the hand written caption beneath it, "S'what Sam said... You don't wanna insult a Tengu, treat it with deference and you might be able to convince it to back off, but if you go in guns blazing you'll probably just get it to change its focus to you," he explained glancing at Sam's 11 year old back sitting at the coffee table, his head bouncing with whatever music was on his walkman.
"Sam? Sam said that?" John asked.
"Uh huh," Dean nodded.
"Are we talking about the same Sam here?" he asked again pointing to his youngest son who openly lamented their lifestyle. "That one? Your brother? The one who..."
"Yes dad. Just cause he doesn't like it doesn't mean he doesn't learn things. He's already got the Time Life books almost memorized. He may not give a crap about hunting but he's gonna be a one man reference library, and like you always say, knowledge is power."
"Well I'll be damned," John nodded his expression fairly impressed.
"That's right big brother, Sammy Says, and Sammy says you need to suck down a little water here then rest your eyes okay?"
Dean's head nodded under his hand and he worked to draw moisture from the cloth at his mouth while working just as hard to swallow it down the right pipe this time.
"Good," Sam praised softly through the hot tingling in his eyes, "good man," he brushed Dean's hair off to the side for want of something else to do, some means of assuring both of them that 'together' is they way they needed to be. Together, is how they were going to survive.
"Sszafe? Yohkay?" he grunted.
"Yeah Dean you're safe and I'm okay, and you're gonna be okay too, I promise."
"Nohn't go..." Dean mumbled.
Sam shook his head wiping away those damned drops that wouldn't leave him alone, "Not a chance in hell man. Not a chance in hell."
Sam looked at his watch and frowned. More than three hours had passed since Laura left him and Dean alone in their room. Sam had milked his brothers' arm almost half a dozen times, Dean rousing just enough to let him know it hurt like crazy. Sam wasn't sure but he thought that maybe some of the darkness wasn't maybe so dark any longer. Please let him be able to keep his arm, please... course if it's a choice, I'll keep his life instead, but still... he half prayed watching several balloons of green and yellow pus erupt through the holes and slices in his skin, followed by brackish blood that began to show actual signs that it might be red somewhere inside him.
He'd gone to the door a few times, looked into the lot, noted her car there and wondered if maybe she'd crawled into the back seat to get a little sleep and give the boys some space. He hadn't left the room to check, though he did call her name once or twice.
She doesn't expect me to leave Dean, she'd kill me if I left him, hell she wouldn't need to kill me, it ain't gonna happen. Where the hell...? a couple quick raps and the door knob turning brought a grateful sigh forward that he hadn't known was in there.
She put a couple deeply filled paper bags on the table and set about unpacking things.
She looks like hell. Definitely been crying. "What'd you get?" he asked meeting her at the table.
"Just stuff," she shrugged pulling out numerous containers of food from different restaurants nearby. There was Chinese, Italian, and standard American fare to choose from out of one of the bags. The other held more gauze, tape, antibiotic ointment, boxes of sutures, and 16 bags of intravenous antibiotics, then under that layer was a twelve pack of beer, a fifth of whiskey and a bottle of rum, and a six pack of soda. A flash of red caught Sam's attention as she organized the supplies.
"You didn't take the car..." he shook his head grasping her hand and turning it over so he could inspect her raw meaty knuckles. He spocked his eyebrow then looked at her other hand, finding more of the same. "Get into a fight with a wall or something?" he asked.
"Something like that," she nodded then sighed, "The walk was good, how's he doing?" she asked unable to take her eyes from the man in the bed.
Sam nodded, "I think he's doing better. He wakes up when I milk out his arm, he says it hurts."
"Yeah," she sniffed breathing hard and glancing from him to Sam, "Why can't I just...? I want to just... make it gone! Why can't I do that?" she pleaded moving to Dean's side, draping one hand atop his head and the other on his chest. She tossed a look at Sam and took a deep breath speaking the words at the same instant he moved across the room toward her, "Give it to me!"