Star Fall / Book One (SPN Fan Fiction)

Chapter Thirty-One

Something was different with Kyiah. Something Dean's mind couldn't yet pinpoint, but his soul could. She was stronger, more reserved than he'd ever seen her. Rawer. Something that only adds the weight already deep within him. Even with Kyiah in his arms, all he could do was feel an unbearable sense of guilt...It swirls around his head, in his heart. And every time Kyiah's skin brushes his, he feels an unusual reluctancy. Watching her tranquilly snooze at his side would normally entrance him. But instead, it simply makes him numb. Even now, Dean could taste the iron in his blood, broiling from his own disgust. The vividly present indecision. He spent the whole night sitting, and stirring, in the darkness eating away at his heart and his head.

What the hell was he doing...

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Sam had barely fallen into slumber. After hours of taking the tail end of the Vetala's endless investigation. Left in the cell uncomfortably containing his Sasquatch size frame. There wasn't anyone else in the room, but Sam could hear the sound of voices from just outside the door. He sluggishly peers around the room in surveillance, searching for any accessible weapons or means of escape through the toxins pulsing through him. The walls were covered with antique red wallpaper, lined with fancy furniture and long bookshelves piled with countless novels and a large desk. With a king sized leather black chair. And by the looks of it, there was a figure sat in it. Waiting.

Sam was still unbelievably stiff, but he could finally feel his muscles micro movements in his arms and legs as he fought to break from the poison. He extends his arm, just inches, and his fingertips graced the bottom of the cell phone in his front pocket. He closed his eyes and took a breath, trying to stay focused over his perilous frustration. His fingers tap the cell again and knocked it further out of his pocket, bringing him sigh in exhaustion. With one last jolt of strength his fingers kick the phone onto the base of the cage. He quickly hit Dean's number off speed dial, praying he would pick up. He let himself weakly lay beside the phone.

"Hello?" He couldn't open his mouth, only able to move his jaw. "Sam?" A groggy grunt escaped his throat. "Are you there?" Relief. His brothers voice once again becoming his light in the dark. "Sammy, is that you?" Sam hums another sound as his vision doubles. "Where are you?" The lock to the barrier clicked, and the door pushed open. He managed to unstick his lips.

"Dean."

"Sam? Sam, where are you?"

"Mansion."

"What?" Both creatures re-entered the room, their heads snapping to him like a magnet. He forced out another choppy sentence.

"Mansion. With Vetala."

"Sammy, just hold tight. I'm comin' for you." The male lunges towards the cage and quickly rips the phone away, crushing it with his bare hands.

"Ah ah ah." He warns, letting the shards of the shattered device fall to the ground. "Now who ever would you be calling?" The handsome Vetala growls. Sam boldly narrows his long brows, glaring into the eyes of the monster. Scanning his lightly shadowed facial hair and Hollywood ready features. "Oh, the silent treatment? How predictable." He slanders. "You'll be talking soon enough." He muttered, standing and turning his back to Sam. His eyes follow, catching sight of the female crouched by the side of the centered chair. The man set a delicate hand across the top of the furniture, leaning his head as if to talk to someone. Bringing Sam to listlessly rise as much as he could.

"Everything ready. We can move him now if he is-"

"Keep him here. He's good company." The Vetala's stood as if being released and strayed to the door once again. The rooms silence was heart pounding, making Sam peer further in attempt to see what was just around the chair. Watching a steampunk physique with a hood rise. "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy." The Hungarian voice made the pit of his stomach knot.