Rescue Mission 2/5

[soncnica]

Title: Rescue Mission 2/5
Author: soncnica
Rating: PG-13
Genre/pairing: gen, h/c
Characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby
Word count: cca. 2.054 this chapter, the whole story has around 13.041 words.
Summary: Dean has been kidnapped. Taken. Gone for four days and three nights. Sam's on it. He's gonna find him. He is. Just watch him. This continues my story Intro.
Spoilers: Umm for S4, S5. So if you haven't seen those seasons...
Warnings: Ummmm, none? If you find anything, do tell!
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is not mine!
A/N: I used Breaking Benjamin's song called 'Away' for, huh, idk how to call it... chapter descriptions, idk... those sentences in italics... idk, LOL but whatever you wanna call it, I do not own those.

I hear you…

His boots were making noise that echoed all over the cave, hitting walls and coming right back at him to haunt him. He could feel and hear himself stepping into shallow puddles of what he hoped was water, but it smelled more like blood and urine combined.

The atmosphere in the cave like place could only be described with three words: damp, cold, and lonely. Plus there was a smell that crawled up his nostrils and it was simply puke inducing. The stench of rotting flesh mixed with the smell of dirt and stale water… it was unbelievable, but Sam had worse in his line of... duty. Much worse.

The dampness was making his skin itch, the cold was making him shiver, and the feeling of loneliness made him wanna turn around and run away. But no… he had a job to do and he will not chicken out. This was too important to fuck up. His brother's life was at stake.

The noises all around him made him feel like he was on another planet, all alone with his fears hidden all over the dark place. If he would look to his left he would see Jess burning on the ceiling and blaming him, if he would look to his right he would see his Mom, pinned to the ceiling and bleeding, if he would look behind his back he would see his Dad, yelling at him and bossing him around. But he was looking forward, his eyes on Dean. They had to be. Everything else just needed to go screw itself. He wasn't here to contemplate about his past; he was here to save what little of his future he still had.

He grabbed his flashlight tighter, knuckles going white. Light… light was what he needed. In the darkness… light is all you need.

He needs to find Dean. Right now. Right the fuck now.

"Dean…" he whispered into the cave. The word echoed back to him.

This feeling inside of him; this feeling of loneliness and fear; this feeling of shadows curling their fingers of nothingness into every fiber of his body...

...this was an evil place. A place that needs to be destroyed as soon as possible. As soon as he finds Dean.

He wanted the noise of his boots hitting the puddles to stop; it was disrupting the silence that he became accustomed too, while his brother was gone.

Silence.

Maybe silence would disperse the fears. Make the shadows crawling behind him retreat back into the darkness that ruled the corners, because there would be no noise for them to be attracted to.

But silence is a foolish notion anyway. Even in silence there is noise. Even if it is just one word on repeat in your brain.

Dean.

He lived in that kind of silence – with only one word floating in his brain at all times - for four days and three nights. He won't live in silence for a forth night.

Even with the strong desire for quietness, he couldn't stop running, because his brother could be there, lying all huddled up and he needed to get to him. Even more now then before. If him feeling fear and loneliness was this intense, then… Dean was here for four days. Four days of feeling like this… like this cave was sucking out his biggest fears, transforming them into dark shadows that looked at him, pointed at him with their long, filthy fingers and laughed at him.

"Dean…"

He wanted to yell out his brother's name, he wanted to scream it at the top of his lungs, but… he needed to do everything in whispers; the danger of something being down there was too big, the danger of truly awakening those shadows was too great. He just wanted his brother; he didn't want any more trouble. He didn't want to kill anyone else. Even if it wasn't human. But for Dean… he would.

When he reached the figure and crouched down – wet jeans stretching tight over his knees - before its back, he knew it wasn't Dean. He knew it, like he knew… Dean.

His heart dropped into his stomach and made a hole there. He hurt. He ached. And he needed to find Dean.

Desiring something so bad it hurts… can make you go insane.

He pointed the gun to the man's head, reached his other hand forward, slowly and firmly… touching the man's shoulder, he gently rolled whoever it was onto his back.

"Oh man…"

He raised his hand to his mouth, almost dropping his flashlight, in an attempt to block the stench coming from the body.

He still kept the gun firmly pointed to the man's face… or what was left of it.

The man… had no eyes; it was like they were scratched out or pulled out. He had no ears; it was like they were ripped out. He had no skin on his left cheek; cut off or rubbed off. He had the rest of his face cowered with blood, neck broken. Sam didn't want to see anymore. And he smelled… smelled so bad. Decomposing already.

Dean…

"Dean!"

He screamed… he didn't care anymore. He didn't… if anyone would come, he would shoot them dead, no matter what, no matter who they would be. He would shoot them all dead. The shadows, the demons, whoever, whatever. Shoot them dead… watch the light go out in their eyes.

He needed to find Dean and soon. If this is what awaits Dean, if this is what already happened to Dean… he's gonna track down every one of those bastards and shoot them so help him God. And then he's gonna stick Ruby's knife into each and every one of them to put the cherry on top.

"Dean!"

He really didn't care anymore.

"Sam!"

Dean's strong voice startled him, almost knocked him on his ass. He knew it was his brother's voice… he would recognize it anywhere, anytime.

"Sam…"

Dean's voice became quieter, hoarse, almost like he hadn't been using it for days. Or was using it too much.

"Sam…"

His voice was breaking like dry twigs when you step on them.

"Sam…"

Sam was surprised Dean could yell or talk at all.

He quickly scrambled up from the ground, nearly fell flat on his face before finally getting up on his feet. He ran to the other side of the cave to where the voice was coming from.

If it was a trap… God help the one who made it.

"Sammy!"

He ran through the cave for what felt like hours, but were just a few seconds. A few seconds of him tripping over other bodies; there were many and when Sam illuminated some of them… their eyes were gone, replaced with dark holes, their ears ripped off, their faces bloody, their fingernails gone, legs, necks, arms twisted into unnatural angles.

He breathed in and wished he hadn't. The smell he sucked in with the air made his eyes water.

"Dean!"

He screamed. No matter now if he screamed. He knew that whatever was in this place was gone. Long gone. And what remained was dead. Long dead.

Nothing else mattered now, but getting to his brother, seeing what was wrong with him and then dragging his ass out of here and never leaving his side again. Dean will just have to deal with that.

There was a small side room by the entrance of the cave and he wanted to hit his head into the wall, for not checking it sooner.

Fuck…

"Sam!"

Coming closer, the beam of light hit the top of Dean's head that was sticking out. His hair was wet, shining in the yellow light.

"Sam!"

He came to a stop like baseball players sometimes do when they touch base; feet first into the room. Dust would be flying everywhere, if there would be any dust on the wet ground. His hoodie got bunched up, he could feel the cold, wet ground on his skin… freezing his ribs off.

"Whoah, 'm here!"

He lay on his left side, his hip hurting because he touched the ground way too fast, his brother's ass almost touching his stomach.

Moving. Breathing. Living. Alive.

His brother was alive. He was alive. Alive.

It hurt when his heart climbed back up to its designed place.

Dean was curled up into a small ball… like he was protecting himself. He probably was. Curl up in a ball… protect your chest, your head, your guts. Curl up in a ball… and cry.

"Sammy…"

Dean's voice became quiet again… a whisper, as if he sensed a presence behind him, but not being entirely sure whose presence it was or if there was anyone really there or not.

Sam positioned his flashlight so that he could see Dean's form, placed the gun on the floor and reached out his hand, touched Dean's shoulder, his thumb grazing his brother's nape and turned him around… gently, softly, slowly.

"Dean… Dean! Hey, look at me, man."

His brother's hip collided with his stomach, before Dean rolled fully onto his right side, his knees touching Sam's.

The smell hit Sam hard. He closed his eyes, scrunched up his nose, his eyes watering from the sharp smell of piss. He moved his head so that he could see the ceiling of the cave and almost started to cry. But no… crying will get you nothing. Saving your brother will get you everything.

"Dean, man…"

And that was when it happened. Sam wasn't expecting it, he didn't see it coming, there were no signs of it to ever happen, yet… one minute he had his brother's knees touching his and the next moment he was lying flat on his back, Dean's knees pushing into his ribs, his brother's feral eyes burning his and Dean's hands wrapped tightly around his neck.

There was a puddle of please let it be water, under his head, his hair drowning in it.

There was a tiny stone pressing right into his left shoulder blade.

His left palm was resting on the cold ground, his fingers freezing.

His right hand was holding Dean by his bicep… his brother was trembling.

Dean's cold, wet hands were closed around his neck, squeezing, squeezing but not being able to squeeze.

"De'n…"

Sam said in a gasp.

He shifted his arms, grabbed Dean by his wrists, grinding bones and flesh together and tried to pry his hands away from his neck.

Dean was weak and his hands just buckled under Sam's strong hold.

"Dean… 's me."

And there was Dean's face above him; wet, dirty, bloody, his hair plastered to his forehead.

He looked like a man possessed. Maybe he was.

Sam closed his eyes for a brief moment, just to clear his head of that thought. Dean was not, could not, is not possessed. No way.

He opened his eyes and pierced Dean's.

'Help me' was written all over that greenness and it made Sam nod. A little jerk of his head indicating a nod and then in a split second, Dean's weight was off of him and his brother was back in the same position he found him earlier. Curled up in a ball… rocking back and forth screaming: "Sam, Sam… SAM!"

Dean's voice brought him back to the here and now and he scrambled off the floor as fast as the slippery stones allowed him.

He stepped delicately to Dean, trying not to spook him – again - and kneeled by his brother. His jeans were already wet from before he even came to this cave; the well had been dry for years, but… there was still some water in and around it, dripping into the well, but not quite enough to fill it up.

"Sam!"

It was as if his brother didn't hear, see or feel him or that the little choking 'accident' never even happened.

"Whoah, Dean, 'm here, stop… come on, 'm here… look at me. Come on! Dean!"

He reached his hand towards Dean's cheek and patted it with his palm; felt it being cold.

"Sam… Sammy," his brother mumbled under his breath and then screamed: "SAM!"

Well if nothing else… Dean's lungs seemed to still work fine.

'coz you won't quit screaming my name…

TBC…

Chapter 1  II Chapter 3

Comments

[27-jaredjensen.livejournal.com]

Ooh, I'm liking this so far! Can't wait to see more!! I really love your writing style:)

[soncnica.livejournal.com]

hey!

thank you so much!
I'll umm update umm... phew, idk ... Sunday!? I hope that will be okay!? :)

thank you... I hope you won't get bored of that writing style by the end of this story :))) LOL

have an awesome day,
S.

[27-jaredjensen.livejournal.com]

Hey:)

I'm looking forward to Sunday then!

[soncnica.livejournal.com]

Awesome! :) thank you!

[hituiwen.livejournal.com]

Wow, that was... disturbing but in a good way ;) I mean seems the thing that takes Dean is really creepy and scary, and poor Dean so lost and broken and Sam so determined and protective - I like this chapter a lot and hope for more!

[soncnica.livejournal.com]

see? this is WHY I do not know what kind of warnings to put *bites lip* I hope it wasn't disturbing as in 'you should put a warning there' and was more like being disturbing as in 'oh crap what is going on with Dean?' :))) LOL

anywho... hmmm, I figure you didn't read Intro? :) 's okay, but LOL I ain't gonna say nothing about who/what took Dean LOL :)))

I never see Sam as this guy who will totally loose it when Dean is in trouble, I always see him as determined and protective and angry and 'I'll shoot you if you come near my brother', kinda guy! you know!? LOL :)))

I'm really happy you're liking this.. more will be up on Sunday! :)

S.

[hituiwen.livejournal.com]

Yes it's definitely more like 'oh crap what is going on with Dean?'disturbing :)

O_o I'm really miss something? Shame on me! *off to read* :)

[soncnica.livejournal.com]

phew! :) I got a bit scared there for a bit... :)
and that is the kind of disturbing that I like :)

you didn't miss a lot, just.. the WHO really... :))) nothing big :)

hugs,
S.

[cryptonomicon63.livejournal.com]

I do apologize! I just saw you had completed the story. Now I'm going to read all of it although the hour is crazy 'round here <3

[soncnica.livejournal.com]

hahah, 's totally okay! :))
I just have to add the final chapter and then the story will be done :) it has 5 chapters :)

thank you so much for reading even at an ungodly hour! :)

LOL

S.