The Beldam (A Supernatural Fan fiction)

A WALK AROUND THE WORLD

Sam quickly thought of an alternative solution. The door in the living room. That was the only other way out that he could think of. He removed the furniture barricade from the door as quietly as he possibly could manage and crept out of the room. The air was tense and he continuously looked over his shoulder and peeked around corners, cautious of the Other Mother's whereabouts. Then he got to the living room, which was closed.

He reached for the handles of the double doors, but they were locked. The sound of a few piano keys reverberated their way through the study door down the hall. Sam walked toward the sound and was able to easily open the study door. There, the Other Father sat at his piano playing those keys slowly.

"Hey you! Where's the Other Mother? I want to go home!" Sam demanded to the creature that looked like his father. The Other Father just kept playing the sad keys very slowly.

"All will be swell!" he assured Sam. "Soon as Mother's refreshed. Her strength is our strength." The animated hands from the other night popped out of the piano and cover the Other Father's mouth. A gesture to keep him quiet. Then they went back into the piano. "Mustn't talk when Mother's not here."

"If you won't even talk to me, then I'm gonna find the Other Dean," Sam declared. "He'll help me.

"No point," the Other Father insisted. "He put on a long face and Mother didn't like it." The hands popped out of the piano again and not not only covered his mouth, but pulled him back. Sam was startled and ran out of the room. He wasn't sure what to do next. He just ran. He ran out past the garden. The well. He remembered the well he found on the first day. He wondered if it possibly led back to the real world. So he ran out towards the woods.

When he got far enough, he slowed down to a fast walk. Sam tried to catch his breath for a moment. Eventually he heard the mew of the cat at his feet. He looked over to find it walking next to him.

"And what do you think you're doing?" the cat asked.

"Well, I'm getting out of here. That's what I'm doing," Sam answered. The further they walked the less woods there were. It seemed like the world itself was disappearing all around them. "Something's wrong," Sam realized. "Shouldn't the old well be here?"

"Nothing out here," the cat said. "It's the empty part of this world. She only made what she knew would impress you."

"But why?" Sam asked. "Why does she want me?"

"She wants something to love," the cat replied. "I think." They continued to walk into complete oblivion. Absolutely nothing around them at all by now. "Something that isn't her. Or maybe she'd just love something to eat."

"Eat? That's ridiculous! Mothers don't eat their children," Sam tried to rationalize this away. Even though he knew the cat's suggestion was most likely accurate.

"I don't know. How do you taste?" the cat teased. It chuckled as the color drained from Sam's face. As they continued to walk, Sam looked ahead to see the house coming back into view. "A walk around the world."

"Small world," Sam realized. Suddenly a small trumpet sounded. Sam and the cat both turned their heads in the direction of the sound. The cat crouched into stalking position, then leapt into one of the bushes nearby. He chased one of the circus mice out of the bush. It tried to play its little trumpet again, but the cat pounced and pinned the mouse down.

"Wait! It's one of the circus mice!" Sam pointed out. The cat pawed at the rodent and tossed it around for a moment and then caught it in its teeth. The cat bit down and the mouse formed into a rat and dropped the trumpet. The cat dropped it when it stopped squirming and was presumably dead.

"I don't like rats at the best of times, but this one was sounding an alarm," the cat explained. It picked up the dead rat again and took off. After it was gone, Sam turned to face the house again. He knew the only way out now was through that door. He took a breath and climbed up the porch steps and took a cane out of the umbrella bucket on the way back inside.