12 a.m. short stories

The Darkness | 02

*A Supernatural fanfiction. Although it's only a short "passage" I guess, it's actually something based on the idea of Mister Sexy McNipples himself - Jensen Ackles. He pitched this idea to the writers of Supernatural for the opening scene of Season 11. He only pitched an idea for one of the brothers to be gone when the smoke cleared, and I just elaborated more on that and recreated the scene. Hope you enjoy.

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The Darkness was upon them. Large, pulsating rods shot down from the Heavens and onto the Earth, penetrating the ground. They came up again and gathered in one spot, building and building like a large evil dome.

Two brothers, probably the most important pair of brothers to ever touch the face of the Earth, had just unintentionally released this worse-than-hell-ish beast from its heavily locked cage. The older yet shorter brother, freshly cured of the most deadliest and ugliest of diseases to be created by God, helped the younger but taller brother, who was also freshly beaten until he fell to his knees, walk to the shorter brother's car.

As they stumbled to the car from the old, run down Mexican food restaurant, wind crashed through the air, blowing back their sexyily perfect hair *dramatically sighs*. The shorter brother - let's call him Squirrel - opened the side of his 1967 Chevy Impala and guided his brother - Moose, I guess - into the car and shut the door. He looked over at the Mexican Restaurant with one of Lucifer's very own four horseman lying dead in a pile of ashes inside, and looked over at the growing dome of darkness piling up.

Son of a biiiitch, Squirrel thought to himself and hurried to get inside his car.

Once inside, he pulled out of the worn out parking space and drove forward. The Dome of Darkness (its new name), grew and grew until the surface tension was just too much and the Darkness spilled quickly over the ground, enveloping anything and everything that lay in its path. To Squirrel, of course, it looked like the evilest of the evils was about to wreak havoc on his puny ass.

And just when Squirrel thought he could finally get away from something that he knows he caused, the back wheel dropped and the car no long moved. He pushed and pushed on the gas pedal, but all it gave him was mud splatters on his car and the sound of wheels moving, but no motion.

Squirrel and Moose looked on to the nearing Darkness and their hearts pounded. Twenty feet. Fifteen. Ten. Five. Too damn close, as Squirrel would say.

And then it was there. A force seeming so powerful only pushed against the car and rocked it harshly back and forth. The car was swallowed by the Darkness. It shook and vibrated the car for what seemed like hours for the boys, but was only about five minutes.

Moose shielded himself from the Darkness by covering his face with his arms, while Squirrel gripped his steering wheel tightly and looked over at his baby brother.

From a young age, Squirrel was programmed to watch after his baby brother. His first instincts always led to protecting his brother at all costs, even if it meant selling his own soul. He would miss the face of his only true accomplishment. At least he did something right.

The Darkness pulled away from the classic car and the sky was clear. Clouds still dotted the sky, the grass was still green, but remnants of the Darkness could still be seen as it scorched the Earth, processing every last detail. And once it passed over, everything was clear again, seemingly untouched.

The only difference now, was something was touched. Something was missing. Someone to be exact. Sam Winchester (Moose), looked around at his clear surroundings. He ran his hand through his hair and his heart pounded even harder within his chest.

He looked over into the driver's seat of his brother's beloved Chevy Impala, inherited from their negligent father John. "Dean?" Sam asked, eyes searching the seat and the car.

"Dean!" he searched his surroundings and the backseat frantically. "Dean!" the brother panicked, and a part of him suffocated under the suspicion that his wonderful brother was gone. He could feel a sob climb up from the bottom of his throat. He had thought - or at least he hoped - that he would never have to feel like this again, but as always, he was wrong.

"Castiel!" he tried to call for his trusty angel friend. "I need your help!" he practically whimpered.

A tear escaped Sam's eye. "Dean. . ." his voice cracked. "Dean."