Supernatural Chapter Two

Words:

red head: gossamer: whip: carburator: lentil

Story:

”Hello, Dean.” the hunter immediately turned into the direction of the voice. The words echod in his head and also his ears oddly enough. Castiel’s figure seemed such distant to him now, it hurt his eyes as he was narrowing his eyes to try to discern the lines of his face. ”I’m sorry that now... just like this...” the angel looked at himself. ”... from afar...”

”What a hell are you talking about, Cas? I don’t understand you.” Dean’s voice was

angry and loud. He wasn’t sure whether his voice got through to Castiel. If the angel doesn’t go to the hunter...

”Stop!” he drew his attention, when Dean took a hesitant step towards him. A wondering voice escaped him, when he realized why Cas asked this from him. In front of the hunter, only a few centimeters from him, a flame-brand rushed into the air, who knew, how high.

”What on earth was this?”

”The gossamer... somehow it was saturated with holy oil and it caught fire every time when any of us get close.”

”By whom?”

”Rowena. A very powerful witch. She opened a portal into the other world and now you stuck around there with Sam.” The hunter wanted to put a word in, but the angel didn’t let him it. ”Listen to me, Dean, it’s very important now! I don’t know, how long have you been there, just that Rowena wiped your memory again and again, after every time you had met her. However now you must remember! Do you understand me? You MUST remember!”

”And nevertheless how can I do it?”

”Just believe that it was not a dream.” then Castiel sighed which just like his words, echod in Dean’s head and also his ears as if he was next to him. ”I wish I could be easier to you!”

”It has to be a way or... something to get out of this evil squirrel-wheel!”

”Nobody, even Rowena, can create a world, without any back door.” Castiel wisely declared. ”Look into your pocket, Dean!” The hunter did. He found a wee seed in there. He looked at Cas inquiringly who continued: ”You filched this lentil from Rowena once.”

”How do you know?”

”You told me. In the same way. In your dream.”

The words set Dean thinking. Nevertheless, how long has this day, this dream repeated?

”How can this... stuff... open a gate?”

”Stay in the hotel while Sam wakes up. Then search for the oldest oak tree of the town together! You find it on the top of the hill, as if it shouldn’t be there. I’m sure you’ll find it. A sign similar to a devil trap was burned into its trunk. Take the lentil in the middle of it and the portal will open. But the most important thing: Remember! It’s not a dream!”

”It’s not a dream!”

He was startled out of his sleep with this thought. He wasn’t sure if he really said the words or just he mumbled those, as Castiel’s voice echod in his head.

He knit his brows and then he dipped into his pocket. He touched the wee lentil indeed. Just one look and he hid it anew in his pocket. He couldn’t know if Rowena was on the watch for him, so he did his best to conduct naturally.

After he tried to awake Sam from his dream in vain, Dean felt, that his stomach started to rumble because of emptiness.

He needed to collect all of his strength to start in the direction of the bathroom instead of the nearly restaurant. At least he won a little time with the shower, while he could examine carefully, almost soberly.

   After the shower he started to check the content of the fridge. The only thing he found in it: a bowl of full of salad. It belongs to Sam. He bought it a day ago... or who knows exactly when... Dean knew just one thing: it was not the best choice for him. But, he thought, even this will do. For now. When they get home, their own world, he’ll take Sam out for a cheeseburger...or a Vega Burger. As Sam wishes. But at first they have to leave this place as fast as they can. Or as Sammy wakes up.

   He started to eat the salad with a little grimace. How can this be enough for a strong man like Sam? He was deeply lost in thought. He ate the salad slowly because he knew, it will take long hours before Sam wakes up. And he also hoped, if he finally gets used to the salad’s taste, maybe he might like it at last.

This hope didn’t work. But Sam finally woke up at noon snarp. He seemed rather reposeful. By the time Dean had already packed for both of them, so soon the two men with bags left the hotel behind them. Apparently it didn’t struck the younger one the unusual place. Dean thought it belonged to the curse. His eyes were opened in his dream by Castiel however he wasn’t certain, Rowena isn’t eavesdropping somewhere nearby. So he said to Sam only this:

”Don’t ask anything just trust me, O.K.?”

And Sam trusted him, more than anytime.

Dean automatically was looking for his beloved Impala. When he realized, this was not that world, he turned round the stable.

”Do you lift a horse?”

”Not just one. Two.” he enthusiastically replied. That’s the way he disguised his fear. Dean has never ridden a horse. But he knew, they haven’t much time. They needed a little help which meant four hoofed-legs this time. For each.

He made up his mind with difficulty to mount the horse. Not for nothing: it was ages ago when they stayed such a wild west place at the last, because of Samuel Colt’s legendary weapon and the phoenix ash. He brooded for a moment, whether Sam remembered that case then he looked at him. His younger brother already sat on the back of a black steed firmly and upright, as if he would showed off as a result of long years before Dean.

Sam’s horse had already wanted to go forwards, although even the young man didn’t know exactly where and why, but he kept his promise. He still didn’t ask anything like this from Dean.

However his elder brother’s chosen horse resisted obstinately. As if its hoofs got stucked to the ground.

”It seems there isn’t enough hay in its carburator.” Dean mumbled rather to himself rather than to give answer to his bro’s question. He burst into a laugh confusedly, but when he though of it in the long run it didn't seem to be so amusing, that Sam didn’t understand this simple joke. He really started to adapt himself to this place. The only one problem: he didn’t belong here. Neither of them.

Finally Dean got an other horse to start. He lead the way before Sam, up, till the oak tree.

Approaching the oak, Dean’s heart was thumping in his chest more and more. We’ll be home... soon. He almost sprained his ankle such sudden he jumped down from the horse, but he didn’t care even this. He covered the last few steps confusedly, like he would run towards an oasis in the middle of the desert.

Sam led his black horse by the bridle calmely, while he, spurred by curiosity but without a word, was looking at Dean, as he dipped into his own pocket for the little lentil. Sam, though he still didn’t understand what’s exactly going on here, felt the magic of the moment unexplainablely, when Dean finally raised up the little lentil exultantly. It was so small but they will get home with the help of this wee thing!

”Where are you running so fast, boys?”

The Winchester brothers turned back and they found themselves facing Rowena. The younger one still didn’t understand what’s happening, but she couldn’t counteract Dean easyly.

”Home!” he shouted then he unseathed Ruby’s knife with his free hand and he dropped his bag on the ground. He didn’t need it for the fight, he thought.

”Well, it will be hard without... this.” the red hair demon woman smiled. She showed the lentil between her two fingers. Seeing the hunter’s circular eyes, the woman brust out laughing shortly. ”And now: let’s cut to the chase!”

”As I have said dozens and dozens of times: NO!” Dean abreacted her words. Since he woke up his dream in which he was talking to Castiel, his mind started to get clear, until the lots of memories united in him.

”Great! You remember. Then you also know you have no choice. Bring me the Whip of the Devil, or both of you stick around here... forever.”

End of the Chapter Two…   

Chapter Three: http://sunny-donnelly.blog.hu/2015/12/22/5words1story_spn_560