Darkened Warriors - Lost Spirits

Chapter 10 Part 2

I dug through my scraps of leather, found a dark tan piece and started tracing a circle around the edges that would serve as my guide for cutting. Once I finished that I pulled out my rock case. I had found large wooden antique jewelry box that more compartments that I could count in it. I used it to store rocks and gems I would pick up on my hikes along with pre-prepared herb packets and random other items. I didn't even have to sort through things, my hands went right to what I needed. The rocks and herbs seemed to call to me, letting me know that this was their chosen purpose. Once I was done with my rock case, I located my beading supplies, which were less well organized and eventually found the small pendant I wanted. I had just finished tying the bundle up, attaching the pendant and whispering a small blessing over it when I heard a knock at my door.

On my way down the stairs I looked into my room, Dean was still asleep. I closed the bedroom door and answered the front door. It was Sam, he looked like hell. I instantly felt guilty, I'd been so wrapped up with Dean I hadn't even checked on him.

“Sam! I...”

“Is he here?” He stopped me, face tense, shoulders tight and shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“Yeah, I'll go wake him up.”

Before I could even turn away he grabbed hold of my arm. “No. We need to talk. I need you to help me with something. Grab some shoes, walk with me.” Sam's hazel eyes had turned a deep brown, and what I saw lurking behind them made me feel like prey. I remembered how he looked drinking blood in the vision, he had craved it, needed it.

I took a deep, calming breath and moved much slower than I normally would. “Sure, hold on.”

I keep some sandals by the front door, I slid my feet into them, stepped out and shut the door behind me.I had to lengthen my stride to keep up with the fast pace he set, “Sam? I should have checked on you, I'm sorry.”

He shook his head, “It's fine. Rising Dove stayed with me. I'm not here about me.”

“It's not fine,” I disagreed.

He stopped moving and stood completely still, “It seems that when the Spirits used you to talk to us, it linked Dean's and my visions together,” he said, his tone was rigidly controlled. “I saw Dean, on that rack. What I saw about me, it's not important right now.” He exhaled sharply and started moving again. I chose to stay silent and follow.

“I can't stay here,” he continued, “I called Bobby and told him I needed him to meet me somewhere between his place and here. I know I'm not up to a five hour drive yet.” He took another breath and finally looked at me. The predator that had been in his eyes at the beginning of our walk had faded, he looked more like Sam should, concerned about his brother.

“You can stay at my place as long as you need, you know that,” I offered.

“No, I can't. I, I don't belong here. I can't explain it. I need space, so does Dean and neither of us will get it if he comes with me.”

“Sam, look around.” I gestured at the wide open plains around us, “There's plenty of space.”

“You're not getting it!” He snarled.

I stopped and grabbed his arm which he almost wrenched out of my grip before stopping himself. “Look at me.”

Slowly his head turned, such disgust and self loathing was on his face, “What is this taint that you won't talk about? What happened?” I asked, I wanted to help him somehow.

“For the last time Coyote, it's not important right now. I'm not the one going to Hell, at least not yet. You have to help me convince Dean to stay for a few days. I need the keys to the Impala and he has them.”