World Away ➳Book 1 | TW&SPN

the end is near

"How is he in trouble? He sounded perfectly fine on the phone," Brett doubted.

"Funkytown," Dean admitted.

"Funky-what?" Scott joked.

"It's a code word we use; meaning someones got a gun on him. But, he sounded weird. The way he was like "sort-of", maybe the gun isn't pulled on him..." Dean suggested, sadly.

"So what do we do?" Brett questioned.

"I--I have no idea. But he said that he was leaving the library and was going to make his way over here soon," Dean stretched his and to his head, and ruffled it trough his spikey hair. "This is all so confusing. Is he trying to warn us the demon's going to possess his body and come over, but then why would it threaten him, only then to possess later?"

"Dean?" A voice called out.

As they were all so thoroughly tuned-in to Dean's explaination, and how his brain was working through the situation, no one had noticed Sam walk through the open door. His face was blooded and bruised, and everyone sensed he would pass out as easy as pie (as Dean would say).

Everyone was relieved to see Sam infront of their eyes, but not so much the the honey-thick blood that trickled down his cheeks. And neither Dean was amused. He whipped his gun from its resting position on his belt, and gripped it tight for all their safety.

"Dean, what are you doing? It's me," he confusedly asked.

"Oh, yeah? Prove it," Dean ordered.

"How many reasons do you need? 1. anti-possession tattoo on my chest helps, 2. I warned you with funkytown, didn't I, and what Demon would know that, and lastly 3. up until I was three, when dad went out hunting, you would tell me stories that you could remember of mom, as it was the only thing that could get me to sleep," he stated. "Is that enough Dean?"

Each reason Sam stated broke Dean's heart. He was definitely happy that it seemed to be Sam, but the idea of the pain the Demon put him through with the vital liquid submerging out his face. But he had one last trick up his sleeve.

"Oh, come here," Dean ran forward to his brother. His arms open for an invite of a hug. "You bitch."

As the gripped tight on one another, Sam's chin rested gently on his elder brothers lower shoulder. "Nah, you're the bitch, Dean," he breathed.

Dean sprang away, pushing with all his might, from his brother. His arm swing round with his hand gun again. Aimed at Sam's leg; fired at Sam's leg.

The shooting target's leg twisted under himself as he toppled to the floor. From the size of Sam already, the force dug the bullet deeper into flesh. "Dean, what the hell?!" he yelled through gritted teeth.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio--" Dean recited the words his brother forced him to learn, in desperate measures like this, but suddenly, his lungs felt like they were turning in on themselves.

"Oh Dean. Why do you mess with things that are meant to be?" Sam pushed himself back into his feet, yet did not hesitate to stand full on his dented leg.

Scott dashed over Dean to catch him before he fell like Sam did minutes ago. Castiel ran with his palm raised to Sam - still thinking he was possessed. But inches away, Sam clamped his hand around Castiel's and ripped it forwards, slamming it into the ground. Brett was just stood star struck with the events around him.

When Sam hoisted his vision straight again, he was no longer Sam. He had now become a beautifully villainous creature stood before them. Her lips the shade f roses, no doubt created from the deaths she had caused. Her knee jolted upright, and crashed into Castiel's face as it raced in its path of destruction.

"Quick, introduction," she said as her disgusted face was still gazing upon Castiel, "the name's Desconocido, and I'm here to end you all."

Brett dived and lugged Castiel against the wall as his consciousness bounced in and out. Shockingly, trying to protect him, after all that has happened earlier that day.

"Why? What have any of us ever done to you?" Scott asked. He somehow was able to keep Dean on his feet, hoping he regenerates quick enough to take this beast down soon.

"Oh God, don't make me explain it all again. Already did that with Sam, Stiles and Lydia," she moaned like the little brat she was. "Well then, I'll get hem to explain it, shall I?"

The last thing they all knew before the split second of darkness, was click of Desconocido's finger and thumb. Although that was all she did, the evil within her was shown n the way she did it, somehow.

"What the hell..." Dean muttered as he fluttered his eyes open, like a winter bird being shocked by the coldness. Scott, Castiel and Brett all did the same. Even though it was only and matter of milliseconds that the darkness had hold of the all, back to reality seemed like they entered a different realm, rather than returning to their own.

The four men were evenly spaced along the gritty wall, and all had identical chains that linked them to the wall. Regardless of the fact that the supernatural beings (Brett, Scott, Castiel) were towing in the opposite direction, nothing budged.

Dean would try and do the same, understanding he was still human so would not have the strength the others obtained, but something else stopped him from doing so: seeing his brother looking dead. He first had the thought he merely 'looked' dead, as he didn't want to comprehend that he really could be. Couldn't bare that pain again. Then he saw the other figure.

"Sc--Scott?" he called through a weak jaw, "Stiles..." His voice trailed off. He neither wanted to say dead or even just that he was there. But wanted him to find out before things could so much worse.

The next thing anyone knew, Scott screamed. His cries usually fell to a roar, but in this time of sadness for him -seeing his brother, too - dead.

"Oh," Desconocido said as if in a confession box, "kinda forgot they... died."

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legit, I am endng these at the weirdest points, but otherwise they'll never end
-emma