Stories to Awaken Terror

The Screaming Baby

Weeks passed, and the hunts stayed quiet. It gave the three of you time to rest, to recuperate from the previous hunts, and to try and figure out what was controlling you.

By the start of the third week, you were all walking around on eggshells, knowing that it would be coming at any moment. Dean was grumpier than normal, often turning to his side during the night instead of pulling you close.

Sam spent the majority of his time searching the internet. He knew the name Tyler, and he had found out the town you had been last placed in. He had even seen Tyler's obituary in the local newspaper, but it gave no clues as to who his friends might be. You had the town, and one of the kids, but it still seemed like a dead end, dampening spirits even worse.

Cas had dropped by, taking the newest information and flying off once again, leaving to search the town. So far he hadn't returned, and you were worried that something had happened to him.

Sitting at the table, a glass of whiskey in Dean's hand, you tapped your fingers on the wood. "What if...," you started, not sure you wanted to finish. Taking a deep breath, you took Dean's hand in your own. "What if the death of Tyler stopped this whole thing? What if we're sitting here waiting for the next pin to drop, but it's never going to?"

"Do you really believe that Y/N?" Dean muttered, not meaning to be mean, but the frustration he felt was laced through his words. "That we're in the clear now?"

"No, I don't," you whispered, gasping when Dean pulled you onto his lap, holding you tight.

"Y/ N, I want this finished as much as you do. But I keep thinking about everything we've gone through, and even though nothing has happened, I know it's not over. There's no way that one kids death would stop this. It's too strong, too powerful."

"I know. I was just hoping that just maybe we would get lucky. But that's not in our cards, is it?"

His eyes full of guilt and frustration, he leaned down, kissing you fervently.

"Guys, I think I might have finally figured something out!" Sam started to say, but you had a hard time concentrating on his words.

"Dean, I don't feel very good," you whispered, reaching up and grasping his arm, trying to ground yourself.

"What's wrong?" He asked, frowning at the paleness of your skin.

"I think it's happening again," you answered, squeezing tight to him, hoping the feeling would go away. "Dean, I don't want to go. Please," you pleaded with him.

"Y/N, try to fight it!" He exclaimed, just as Cas returned to the bunker, his eyes widening as he took in your shaky form.

"What is going on?" Cas asked, as you faded away, getting transported into another scary hunt. And it looked like this time you were on your own.

"Do you think we should be doing this Zach?" Sophia asked as they settled into the living room. It wasn't evening, but their parents had gone out on this rainy day, leaving the siblings on their own. "After what happened to Tyler? And that strange man showing up, asking questions at the store. I think we should hide the book a little bit longer."

"No, we've neglected it enough," Zach insisted, opening the page up. In the dreary light his skin looked pale, dark circles under his eyes. His once blue eyes had turned murky, his mouth grim as he lovingly patted the book. "This book needs to be finished, or...,"

"Or what Zach? You're scaring me," Sophia mumbled, wishing that the book had never been found.

"If this book isn't finished, the readers will die, as will the heroes in our story. And you don't want that, do you Sophia?" Zach growled low in his throat, sending goosebumps up and down Sophia's arms.