I couldn't resist adding a little somethin' somethin'. I kind of wish I would have turned this into a chapter thing, but I kind of like the way it came out.
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I made it.
I had waited so long, and my chance was over in moments. The climb out had been horrendous, blood and gore working its way under my nails as I dug and clawed my way out. Similar spirits writhed beside me, pushing me down as they pulled themselves farther along.
The fresh air flowing from above was too enticing to quit, too tantalizing to give in. I pushed back, clawed back, fought back. Finally I was out, I was free.
In my haste to escape I almost missed it, almost didn't catch it. A faint trace of a familiar aroma snapped my head around, sending my senses in a kaleidoscope of hunger and obsession. It was the same aroma my memory had fed off of for years, haunting my dreams with small expressive eyes and a sinless grin.
For an instant I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, that his memory was following me from the brink of hell. Then I saw him, the boy had grown.
Almost as tall as the tree he was pinned to, I saw a fire in his eyes and a stain on his once innocent soul. Time had not passed kindly for the young boy, and for that I was sad. It was his innocence I had hungered after, since that first taste.
One of the yellowed demons was circling the older boy, taunting him. "Get behind me Sammy." It was the brother.
It was hard to believe the course the brothers had taken since I had last seen them. Not wanting to get involved any further, I gave my dream up for dead. Azazel was going to kill them, and I did not want to stand in the way.
The man from my nightmares made an appearance, his deep voice echoed through my memories and shot a pang of fear through my gut. "Sammy!" I had heard rumors that he was in hell, but I had never gone to seek him out. I know better.
He grabbed Azazel, and I saw the oldest raise the famed Colt. That was when I split, not bothering to look behind me.
I drifted for a few months, taking victims here and there, never enough to be caught or noticed. Missing persons were filed, parents were crushed, and I moved on. I kept my activity down, conserving energy, taking my sweet time. Before I knew it, it was already the last month of winter, and the snow was beginning to melt. I would need to lie dormant through the searing months; I never was one able to stand the heat. Go figure. At the same time, laying low meant no sources of food, forcing me to conserve and ration.
Bravery, or plain cockiness, had overcome me before the end last time. I would not make that mistake again. I picked the perfect host and nestled deep, the cold wrapping a soft, familiar blanket around my core. I began to pull in victims, one chubby little body at a time. In the past twenty years, children had evolved into a larger body, taller and wider. They were not as easy to digest, but the end result was well worth the effort.
The parents never seemed to catch on, never seemed to guess. They continued to let their children visit the wide open park; they continued to let them near me. As each child would pack on a handful of snow, excited at the prospect of adding to my diminishing host, I would latch on and give a good jerk. Instant Child Cuisine.
"So this is it?" A hushed voice woke me up one night, pulling me from a sweet dream of success and the peace that drew near. Holding my breath, I knew what was coming my way.
"Yeah, this is the one we tracked when we were kids. I can't believe you don't remember it."
"Excuse me for barely remembering anything before I was six. Besides wise ass, how is it you remember?"
Peeking to the outer core, I watched the two young men grow closer, their boots leaving soft imprints in the mud and the snow, mixing the two elements. I smiled; I knew how the elder remembered.
"It's hard to forget when you have to dig your kid brother from the center of a freakin' snowman."
"Yeah, that probably sucked," the tall one whispered as they came to a stop beside me.
"Wise of him to hide in a park snowman, just like when we were little. Plenty of kids." The hint of arrogance in his voice was replaced by a somber tone, and the blonde's eyes flashed with a dangerous spark.
"Yeah, in a town where the kids collectively build this thing all winter, a handful of snow at a time."
They continued to discuss my tactics, and this time, I faced them with no fear. I had grown strong since my release from hell, and I knew how to fight them. My one weakness would be the boy in front of me, the one who had gotten away, I knew that. Already I could smell the familiar scent as he edged closer, a touch of innocence still buried beneath the ruggish exterior.
I had a plan.
"Well Sammy, I think we should send this bastard back to hell, find ourselves a nice little hole in the wall bar and top off our wallets. What do you say?"
"As long as that hole in the wall has a working heater, I'm there." Little did he know things were about to get a hell of a lot colder.
All of the children I had devoured, I let little Jamie's cry come forward, imitating it to perfection.
"Dean! You hear that?"
"Yeah, son of a bitch still has a kid!"
Both brothers rushed forward, and I itched in anticipation, I almost had him. Dean threw his arm in front of Sam, bursting out a quick order. "No, start the exorcism, I'll get the kid."
No, this wasn't going to happen, not this time. The older brother wasn't the one I was after damn it, but yet he was the one with his hands digging into my side. My prey stood so close, yet so out of reach. A small journal rested in his hands, and I could smell the father's faint scent lingering in the old leather.
With a quick burst of adrenaline I mentally grabbed the boy hacking away at me and tossed him into the air. The sting of Latin began to sizzle through my veins but the fire was doused when the exorcism was interrupted.
"…ut descedas ab hoc plasmate Dei-Dean!"
When the man in question didn't immediately answer, the last hunter standing grabbed a bottle of holy water and launched a sporadic stream directly at me. I think I screamed, the pain was so intense I could barely concentrate. Survival instincts kicked in, and I let Jamie's cry intensify. Rushing forward but keeping the bottle of holy water close, Sam began to dig.
"Can't let you…no, not again…I won't lose another one…" he was muttering as he hollowed out my side. I reached out as he jammed his fist into the hole he'd made and grabbed his wrist, recalling the last time we began this tango.
He was a lot stronger this time around, and I had a hard time gripping his larger wrist. Finally, I let out a feral cry and one last pull; he fell into me with a cry of his own.
"Sam!" Dean screamed, rushing forward. He rested his eyes on his little brother, and doubled over, his frame shaking.
"No, no, this can't be happening." He couldn't believe it…
"Shut up Dean."
"I can't," Dean started, unable to finish. "You are never living this down." He burst out laughing again, the image of his brother blurred as he laughed harder.
Sam's arms crossed over his chest as he glared at Dean. He was having a hard enough time holding his own laughter in, and the edges of his lips began to tremble as he fought to keep them turned down. This was not funny.
He dropped his head to study his predicament. When he had fallen into the snowman, he had turned at the last minute and fallen in ass-first. Now, his backside was firmly planted in the hole, and his whole body shook as the demon fought to draw him further in.
"Is he…is he grunting?" Dean asked, wiping at his eyes. Sam's body jerked slightly as the demon continued his vain attempt at pulling the Winchester into a host half the size he was. The demon was snarling and grunting as it fought to draw the hunter in.
"Come on Dean, help me out of here, my ass is going numb." Sam's teeth began to chatter as the cold spread, and Dean's laughter died down to a simple satisfied smirk. This was ammo for weeks to come.
Grabbing the journal from where it had fallen, Dean brushed off the splatter of mud and took up where Sam had left off. In moments a small black cloud erupted from the snowman, blowing the head off upon exit.
"Come on Sammy," Dean said, reaching down to grab a hold of Sam's wrist. By the time the boys worked Sam's body out of the mound of snow, Sam's lips were lightly tinted blue and his whole body was wracked with chills.
"I'll…I'll be f-fine," he replied, slowly clenching his hands into fists and grimacing when the knuckles cracked and the skin broke. He began to limp along side his brother, the feeling slowly returning with sharp pin pricks that intensified with every step.
"Okay man; let's get you back to the room."
"H-how about f-finding a j-job in F-Florida nex-ext time?"