Stories to Awaken Terror

Yellow Eyes

While you wanted to head straight through to the town and find the book, it wasn't going to happen. Dean need a place to rest. Someplace that wasn't moving, where you could make sure he would be fine.

Sam and Cas rode in the front of the car, while you sat in the back with Dean's head in your lap. Running your finger through his hair, you stared down at him, hoping that your earlier words would be truthful. That he would be okay.

"Y/N," he mumbled, turning his cheek into your palm, his eyes still closed.

"How are you feeling?" You asked him.

"Like people threw stones at me," He muttered, wincing as he turned to find a comfortable spot. "What were those people thinking?"

"They didn't know any better," you muttered as Dean started to sit up. "Wait, what are you doing?"

Ignoring your question, he stared out the window. "Where the hell are we going?"

"Back to the bunker," Sam explained. "You need to rest and recuperate. Only then will we continue on."

"Oh hell no!" Dean exclaimed. "Pull this Impala over right now! We are going and finishing this before someone else gets hurt!"

"Dean, I'm not sure...," Cas started to argue, but Dean slammed his hand against the back of the seat.

"No, I don't care! Y/N almost died, and I was beaten with rocks. If we don't get this taken care of now, I'm afraid one of us won't come back. And I can't have that."

Sighing, Sam did as he was told, pulling off to the side of the road. Squeezing your hand, Dean slid out of the backseat, standing for a moment as he tried to gather his bearings. His face was pale, and one of his wounds was starting to bleed sluggishly. But he wasn't going to take no for an answer, and all three of you knew that.

Sam moved to the passenger side, while Cas moved to the back with you. Without saying a word, Dean turned the Impala around, heading back towards the town where this all started.

You were nervous. It was almost over, and you knew that the spelled book wouldn't give up so easy. But you believed in your team, that you could get past this and move on.

Everyone stayed quiet as Dean made his way towards Nuyaka Oklahoma where Cas had found the kids.

"Cas, what are we going to do when we get there? Won't they realize that we're in town?"

"I don't think they will, but whoever is controlling the intricate spell might. We will need to be on our toes, and get this taken care of. And fast."

"Damn straight," Dean agreed. "And we're almost there."

Staring out the window, watching as the mile sign went by, telling you it was only another 5 miles to Nuyaka. The sun was just on the horizon, ready to sink down, moving faster than you thought it should. The sunlight that had just been filtering through the fields of wheat had suddenly settled behind it. Dean turned the lights of the Impala on. "Wait, wasn't it just sunny?"

"They know we're coming," Sam mumbled, brushing his hair back. "I just hope they don't pull a trick like last time."

Flickering lights were seen off to the side, just as the Impala came rolling to a stop. "Dean, why are we stopping here?" You asked, seeing a towering building off to the side. A wooden sign, proclaiming it to be the Shane Bed and Breakfast hung on a post, one strong wind away from falling down.

"I'm not! The Impala died!" Dean argued, slamming his hand on the steering wheel. Throwing open the door, he quickly moved out of the car, leaning against it while the wave of pain passed by. You were quickly by his side, your hand on his shoulder. "Dean, don't work yourself up, you're trying to heal."