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The Empath’s Light
“Why?” Dean signed.
Sam remained still, his face illustrating a weak mask. Dean could peer through it all.
He knew Sam was angry at him and he knew he was disappointed.
“You really wanna ask that, Dean? The trail for dad is cold and getting colder.”
Sam grumbled, his words sharp and fast.
Leaving no room for protest.
Dean continued to stare at Sam, studying his stance and calculating his argument.
Dean could feel his chest tighting, his bones groaning and cracking underneath the pressure.
Under his hushed agony which burned him deeply and divided his mind.
Within Dean grew a battle, each of Sam’s questions were like bullets against his mask.
“Because people matter.” Dean signed, moving his hands swiftly.
“Dean!” Sam snapped.
“Geeze, yes they do! But dad matters more! He’s our family.” He fought on, overpowering Dean’s weak little argument.
“We can’t bail out now.” Dean protested, a silent action to which earned nothing but hate.
Sam sighed dramatically, sucking in clean air.
“So what? We just keep putting strangers before our own dad?” Sam replied, his voice carrying a deep threat.
Something inside Sam was brewing, a bitten bitterness.
Each day, he viewed the road to his revenge fading as Dean lead on.
As Dean continued to dragg him down an everlasting road, trapping him in his gravity.
Sam wanted nothing more than to find John and advenge jessica.
To finally give ease to his grieving soul.
Mabye, afterwards he’ll go back to college.
But that was a far and saturated dream.
All he could focus on now was revenge.
It was his drive, the very fuel that made him get out of bed.
But Dean was capturing that fuel and forcing it into a small jar.
What a dangerous game.
For Sam he couldn’t perceive Dean’s bizarre logic.
He mindlessly obeyed their father and wrote his name above his own.
He’d follow every command from John like a dog.
Desperate for his approval or a complement, when he was perfect.
Dean was John’s perfect child and Sam knew that.
Part of him accepted it while the other argued mercilessly.
Stating that it wasn’t fair, when all he wanted was a normal life.
The very, true reason for their families desperate revenge.
But nonetheless, Sam was confused.
Why was Dean so hellbent on saving strangers, when his perfect role model was missing or possibly dead.
It made no sense, Dean’s logic was like an alien language.
One Sam couldn’t even begin to decipher.
“No, Sam. Help.” Dean signed, feeling increasingly exhausted. He was bone tired.
He could feel Sam’s distress and anger brewing in the air.
It weighed down onto his shoulders like a sandbag, growing heavier each day.
Dean tried to ignore it, push Sam’s emotions down and focus on his own.
But it was insurmountable, his awareness of others emotions could not be ignored.
It was like being under water, where everything felt the same and there was no air.
There was no air to refresh his mind.
God! He just wanted to be alone in his own body and mind.
But every energy field or frequency disheveled his own aura.
He was like water among water.
Like a mirror reflecting every little detail within this world.
No one knew, of course they didn’t.
He was empath in a house of negativities.
Everyone in his life was crushed by some kind of trauma or grieve.
He was the sun and they where stroms, clouding his mind in a gloom.
He could peer through anything and perceive the truth. But the cost was his own mentality and clarity.
Every fight between Sam and John, oh it would batter his heart and soul leaving his mind quaking.
It’s impossible to pick a side when you can’t see the line.
To Dean, both John and Sam’s veiws where clear.
He understood his father’s desire for control and need for revenge.
They’re lives where so chaotic, having control over valuable things is easing.
And the need for revenge, well that explains itself.
Already Sam understood.
Dean just wished he could speak and translate what they both truly mean.
To be a light against the murky darkness of their minds.
For their own minds where clouded upon want, emotions and unseeable aspects.
But to adventure out into the real world, it sounds so dreadful.
For Dean, keeping quiet is the only way to keep his head above the water and his mind at bay.
If he talked, it would be like diving into that ocean and he is water.
He’d become lost and without breath.
“I get that where helping and that it’s good, where saving lives. But, man you gotta stop being so blind.” Sam announced, ignoring the heat of his words.
He also ignored the acidic glare Dean expressed.
Bam!
“Ouch! Dean!” Sam yelled.
He rubbed his left cheek harshly, willing for the burn to dissipate.
That bitter brew stirring within Sam flared, boiling angrily towards the surface.
He fought to tame it, but it was impossible.
Before he knew it, he was spitting out everything.
“Dean what the hell is wrong with you!” Sam shouted.
“Here I am in the middle of night with you, in some stupid forest hunting a damn wendigo and you hit me! All I ask is that you see my point of veiw!” He was breathless by the end of his outburst.
His sour words had turned dull,unable to carrie the fire he felt.
No words could define how Sam felt inside.
“God Dean just listen!” He spat out once more.
Though it was selfish of him, times like these Sam was thankful for his brother’s muteness.
Because with no other voice of reason, Sam could boast on about his veiws.
Dean’s weak way of communicating would be forced to submit.
They both stopped their trudge and stared at each other, their eyes in flames.
Dean could feel the electrons within their atmosphere vibrating heavily.
Overpowering the small glow of positive protons zooming in and around them.
He could sense it as their electric fields began to repell and grow dense.
His heart boomed in panic as fear seized his control.
Dean didn’t want Sam to angery at him.
He didn’t want Sam to leave, loneliness is a nightmare made for him.
The energy flowing through the air stirred rapidly, submerging him.
Dean twisted his sleeves, fidgeting nervously as everything around him became tornadic.
Dean could feel every wavelength, it quivered into and onto him like a beating drum.
It rymed with his heart and created a melody within his body.
Baboom!
Baboom!
Baboom!
He felt dizzy as he endured the endless waves of energy pulverizing him.
Sam just stood there, unconscious towards the chaotic energy submerging them.
He breathed with fire as his bitter burn turned cold.
His anger towards Dean only grew by the minute and he was fighting back a monsoon of hurtful words.
He wanted to call Dean out on his over controlling behavior and lack of boundaries.
He wanted to highlight every mistake Dean made during these short months.
But his heart stood in the way.
Sam sighed heavily and drank in Dean’s unsteady stance.
Instantly Sam’s rage was doused by concern.
Why the hell was Dean so pale?
Why was shaking?
Sam enhaled a tangled breath of both anger and anxiety.
Thusly, fear overwhelmed him.
But before he could speak again a deafening roar erupted from behind them.
It canceled out his words and froze his body, allowing shock to settle within.
All at once, in a blur of motion a wendigo had him on the ground!
Sam was inches away from the
bone-crushing jaw of the monster.
It snarled, showing a mouthful of jagged teeth and decaying fleash.
The flowing smell from it’s jaw was nauseating and polluted Sam’s lungs.
He gagged, the smell piercing his throat.
It nearly blinded him but when a sharp, searing pain bursted through him he became fully aware.
The wendigo had slice his chest, it’s needlelike claws holding his skin.
Sam’s eyes flashed with white under the pain.
Bam!
A blinding orange light flared, leaving Sam’s brain as mush.
His ears became brimful of a painful ring and he clasp them, rolling over.
There, Dean stood with a flare gun in his hands, eyeing the beast dangerously.
It shrieked in pain, it’s body consumed by flames.
It glowed like a star in the night sky, chewing away at the dark around them.
It tottered in it’s wavering stance, shrieking and moaning in pain.
Then, in a fraction of a second, the wendigo charged at Dean.
Snapping it’s mangled jaw and roaring like a man.
Bam!
It pinned him into the dirt, driving its sharp claws into his skin!
Dean cried out in pain.
A numbing tingle settled in his stomach as warmth expanded acrossed his body.
Every-so-slowly the tingle morphed into a searing pain, a blaze.
The wendigo let out another deafening roar, shattering Dean’s eardrums.
He wailed in pain, only to be gagged by his own blood.
It gushed from his lips, dribbling down his chin.
The wendigo had ripped apart his stomach.
Two deep, fat gashed where drawn and a crimson river flowed from each.
Dean struggled to breath as his vision blurred.
The wendigo hand it’s teeth bearing over his wound and sniffing the blood.
He could feel its cold breath blowing onto his hot blood.
The smell was revolting!
In another flash of light, a nano second, the wendigo snapped its jaw shut.
Sinking it’s jagged teeth into Dean’s stomach.
The teeth sunk swiftly, the white disappearing into deep blood.
As the beast clampt it’s mouth shut, it raptured Dean’s skin.
He cried out in pain, shreiking as high as his voice would go.
Blistering is unused vocals cords.
But his voice was cutt dry.
The wendigo pulled its jaw away, ripping out Dean’s organs.
A long and lumpy strain of red was pulled from Dean’s body.
It hanged in the monster’s mouth like noodles and the deep blood glistened like tomato sauce.
Dean became delirious, high on pain and shock.
He tried to wheeze but the only air he sucked in, was through the massive hole in his stomach.
Dean gaze up at the wendigo, watching it as it ate his insides.
He could barley comprehend that this was happening.
Part of him was buried underneath horrendous pain, watching his own insides being devoured.
While the other half floated about, unable to comprehend a single factor.
But soon darkness overshadowed his vision, saving him from the unholy sight.
The last thing his shattered mind took in, was Sam’s petrified cries.
………….
The energy amongst him, it was suffocating and unmoving.
It sunk into his skin like gunk, equal to thick sewerage.
It preyed upon his mind like a ravaged entity.
Caging it inside an intensity of doom.
It was all around him, a nefarious gravity.
It was the lead back to his awareness, the first aspect he noticed.
Dean drank in the energy, reading its disheartening manner.
Sipping on a posion that gave him sight, following the story of Adam and Eve.
“Dean?” A voice called out.
Sluggishly, Dean followed it in the dark.
It was Sam’s voice and he was scared.
Dean became alarmed, his mind becoming aligned towards reality.
So slowly, allied to a kittens first sight, Dean fluttered his eyes open.
Drinking in the pale and shaking sight of his brother.
Sam was blurry and stained in black blobs.
Dean blinked in confused.
There was blood all over Sam.
It stained his clothes and hands, painting his paleness in a sheet of red.
Dean focused onto the energy he received from Sam, reading its illustration.
His eyes widen, memories flooding back into them.
Shit!
“Dean?” Sam cried out, his voice breaking into a soulful cry.
Dean opened his blood-filled mouth, gagging as he felt thick blood.
“Dean! God Dean speak to me!” Sam shouted, sobbing loudly.
His voice breaking like a fragile melody of tune.
“S-sam?” Dean whispered.
Sam gasped, his breath stolen by the collapse of his mind.
His entire body trembled before the sound he just heard.
The pulsation of his physical structure boomed like earthquakes.
He shuddered in response, helpless to form a sentence.
Dean, his mute older brother had just spoken vibrating words.
“Li-sen. listen!” Dean wheezed, his breath the strength of a butterfly’s wings.
Sam stared down at his brother, their roles reversed.
“Don’t look-dad.” Dean gasped, words muddled and slurred.
“Leave dad.”
“What?” Sam breathed, his emotions working before his experience.
“Leave dad!” Dean gurgled out, blood spewing from his white lips.
“He-he’s abusive! S’m, ple-ase.”
“D-dean?”
“Abusive! S’m pl-s! E-escape while y-y-you can.” Dean gasped, struggling on each word.
He was breathing on the supply of a miracle.
Sam’s energy was a kaleidoscope and Dean was experiencing a trip on psychedelics.
His split conscience was defenseless against the unwavering energies.
The waves where like tsunamis.
“Promise!” Dean wheezed, his liveliness running on bullheadedness.
The pain had vanished and the blaze was only a memory, Dean felt no pain.
His body was dead and he was just existing in it.
But he could feel himself slipping away into deaths hands.
He trembled under the truth, he didn’t want to leave Sam.
Every neuron in his brain screamed in protest but the truth was solid.
He was dying.
“S’m!” Dean forced out, his words barely noticeable.
“A-abusive? Dean? Leave him?” Sam questioned as his mind finally came back online.
Sam was beging to think that Dean was delusional, but the reality in his eyes told him otherwise.
There was darkness tainted in Dean’s eyes, something Sam couldn’t read.
“Promise!” Dean croaked, the pain and eagerness of his voice striking Sam’s core.
“K-ok!” Sam promised and instantly Dean’s eyes became lifeless.
They rolled back into his head and he close his them.
The promise was made, Dean’s last duty.
He floated above into the whirling cloud of energy.
Vibrating as condensed energy.
Pushing away the darkness, like the sun.
Leaving Sam cold and alone, in the same silence that haunted his mind.
The end…