Shaden Winchester (a supernatural fanfic) [EDITING]

Chapter fifty three- hotel Kentucky part 2

Chapter fifty three- hotel Kentucky- part 2

Shadens pov:

I was so far into a daze with everything going on, Keith, his letter, and now this? How did we even get here anyways, I'd never heard of a monster or demon that could put you into a freaky out of place world. It seemed as though Sam and Dean were in a different entire space and that we were looking at them through a TV screen. They seemed to be arguing, throwing about two flashlights they had in their hands.
"Why can't they see us?" Peter asked. Like I knew? We'd been standing here banging and yelling into the window for at least five minutes.
"We should break it" I suggested, taking a flower vase from a small table in the hallway.
"Break it, wait a minute we don't even know what could happen?"
"Beats standing here and watching them bicker". Without Peter's dissaproval I slammed my vase into the window and watched a crack form.

Sam and Dean didn't see anything yet and I was wondering if they even would. I sent a finishing strike into the glass and it shattered instandly, falling to my feet. Supposed to a hole in which I could finally communicate with my idiot brothers, there was a square shaped air vent the exact size of the glass.
"Did we fall through a rabbit hole, or did your brothers just dissapear?". Interested I picked up a piece of the glass and looked into it. To my disbelief all that was left, was a shattered mirror.
"Check this out, a mirror" I handed the glass shard to Peter. After I did I took a hard long look down the air vent and started to climb inside.
"Wait a second, we don't know where that goes, it's pitch black!" Peter said worried.
"Get over yourself, you've climbed in an air vent before, remember?". He wrinkled his nose at me "yeah I do remember that and I don't remember it going very well, with you almost getting killed and all". I rolled my eyes and started to venture deeper into the vent, darkness enclosing me. I felt the presence of the CIA agent climbing behind me and mumbling angrily to himself.

Eventually we were completely encased in black, the only light came from behind us, which got smaller and smaller. My hands felt something odd and soft, causing me to whack my head on the top of the melt air vent and scream.
"What's wrong?". A little disoriented I rubbed the soft substance between my fingers, dirt.
"I just got scared shittless by all this dirt on the bottom of this thing".
"Do you see that!" Peter exclaimed. I looked out in front of me and the whole enviroment had changed, the air vent we were crawling through had now become a large hallow log. Peter backed out of the log from the other side while I gratefully got out in the front.
"What is this place" he breathed looking at the impossible. The hotel we were staying at was now suspended in the night sky along with various other random objects, such as the Impala a giraffe. Not only that but the stars in the sky were twinkling like a wave was washing over them, pulsing.
"I. have. no. fucking. clue".


Sams pov:


Dean was breathing heavily after I'd just pulled him up from near death. The clashing of the broken bridge could still be heard echoing throughout this endless cave.
"Your bleeding" I stated also catching my breath.
"I think I'd rather be in hell" he grumbled touching the small spout of blood on his forehead. Obviously he didn't mean that, but I could agree. At least if we were in hell we would know where we were.
"Dean I've been thinking, you remember this don't you?" I pointed to my lower back where the remains of the time thing was. Dean nodded his head unsure.
"Well what if were back, to where we went". He stood up suddenly and began to brush himself off.
"Don't be so riduclous, we fell through a time-portal doomahicky, and the scar thing would hurt wouldn't it?".
"We can't rule it out, right now at least". Dean walked away from the creaky bridge, in the direction we came from, back into the deep dark tunnel. Were we just going to walk through here forever, honestly I was a little irritable right now too.

As I followed Dean with his lighter pathetically showing a tiny area around us I thought of how much better it'd be if we had some flash lights.
"Ouch, mother of god!" Dean yelled. I looked at him rubbing his head and two flash lights on the ground at his feet.
"No way, I was just imagining how good it would be if we had some of these" I said, unbelieving.
"Oh well then I hope you wished they hit me in the head too". I rolled my eyes and turned on one of the lights, a hopeful bright ray sprung from my hands. Dean picked up the other one, and as soon as we could see, a room full of mirrors appeared.
"Did you imagine this up too?"
"No, I'm not in control if that's what you think"
"Oh really becuase it's sure starting to seem like it, this all started with you walking into the bathroom!"
"What are trying to say?" My voice got louder.
"I don't know, maybe since you seem fine and as bad as this place gets your still making the best of it". I grit my teeth almost ready to argue when one of the mirrors shattered. I caught a short glimpse of the reflection before it fell to the ground, it was Shaden and Peter. My hand clamped on Deans shoulder "did you see that?". He nodded and lifted his light up to the space where the mirror used to be. Instead there was an outside world, that seemed gloomy and fog filled. I shrugged and stepped through the hole onto some grass. Dean followed close behind me.
"Sam look" he pointed the flashlight upwards. I looked into the sky, or ceiling. There were stairs everywhere. The only place untouched by the geometry shape was the out of place grass.
"At least it's a change of scenery" he said. I knew of that painting, the one that looked exactly like this, so what the heck I'm going to try and walk in an impossible angle. I put my foot on a step that was at the height of my chest. Like I suspected, my foot stayed in place and soon enough I was walking on the wall.
"I think I've got an idea on what's happening here" Dean said following me.
"What is it then?"
"Tricksters, we've never actually encountered one before and well he turned out to be an angel but think about it, the tv thing and the Groundhog Day". It was a pretty smart idea for Dean, and it made sense too.
"How did you end up thinking about tricksters?"
"Mostly becuase you look absolutely riduclous walking on a wall" he chuckled. I rolled my eyes, now we needed to get out of here and find some sheeps blood, or maybe cows, I don't remember anyhow. That's if it even is a trickster.

In an instant the gravity keeping us on the the stairs gave way and Dean and I started to fall again. Luckily I grabbed onto one of the railings and then grabbed Deans hand with my other.
"Sammy, this again!". Again, maybe this was supposed to happen, maybe we had to fall. Without consoling Dean I let go of the railing and we both plunged into the deep black abiss.


Deans pov:


I didn't know why exactly Sam let go of the stairs, tired, weak, or just stupidity either way we were falling now. Faster and faster, I swear it felt like dying until we hit something, hard but not hard enough to kill us. I coughed violently getting the lost air back into my lungs.

My eyes caught the creepy hotel manager, who I suspected to be the trickster standing in the middle of the hotel room. Secretly I wished it was Gabriel just pulling our legs and he was alive again. I really missed the troublemaking angel, even if he'd killed me several hundred times, and whacked me in the nuts with a giant ball.

The hotel manager looked shocked that we'd gotten out of his trap and made a bee line for the door. I sat up quickly only to hunch back over in a shock of exhaustion. I couldn't catch up with him, not in this condition. Right as he burst through the door something pierced his stomach and pool of blood began to emerge from his back.

I couldn't see who it was until he limply fell to the floor. At first I though it was Shaden, but a more sinister face could be seen behind the trickster. It was Meg.
"Oh lookie here, it seems that I've stumbled upon the winchesters"
"Meg" Sam said still laying on the floor. I turned my nose up at her.
"What do you want hoe"
"Dean, please show some respect I'm a lady after all"
"Lady my ass, what do you want?"
"I need you boys to go kill Azazel"



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OMG sorry it's been so long. I've been working on a lot of homework since schools started again and the time has just got away from me. Unfortunately there's only going to be two more chapters of this book and I can't wait to write the final one.

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