A. Two. Three. (4 / 4) three days. Three
assholes and fucking days.
three days when the sun shone and the rain did nothing to fall on earth, now turned into a quagmire.
three days that had not left Bobby's house, as far as Ellen Ely had been dragged. The bed was the room in which the old hunter had the body of Dean, lying on a table. They spent the morning, afternoon and night, glancing from the lifeless body of his brother to the window covered by dark clouds.
Three days without food. Three days
scraping by ... or rather, not live, because that was neither life nor was anything. Three
damn day.
And the truth is that everything would have been easier had she been able to mourn some more. But it was useless. Sam it was dry inside. Bobby and Ellen
no longer knew what to do, what to invent, what Sam trying to get out of that dark tunnel that was put by his own will. It was horrible for both see as a young man was losing days after day, without that they could do anything about it.
But what can be done to save someone who does not want to be saved?
nights went by and the days were adding up to the third party. Three
. Three
.
A. Two
. Three
.
Three is an important number. Do not ask me why, because even I know, but it is. In the background I refer:
The three fairy godmothers.
The three wishes of genius.
The third younger brother gets the princess story.
The third door that always takes you to what you want. The third test
you going to succeed ...
The truth is that, on reflection, the phrase "eight fairies the wonderful gifts granted" does not seem to marry well in a children's book. The princess would do more before they agree on what to give gifts and who of them would.
Three is a good choice.
The rain fell over when Sam felt like the air was charged with electricity. The feeling was similar to that of a static current, which makes the hairs will put you on edge. It was unpleasant, but it made Sam out of his stupor, giving enough time to look to join Dean on the table, picking compulsively air before coughing. Make lung function after three days of inactivity is not something nice, we say.
Meanwhile, Sam was stunned. I did not know whether to stay where he was or striding forward to the table.
- Sammy. "Whispered the major.
green eyes, lost and afraid of Dean decided for him. In three strides (we like three, remember?) Sam and was next to the blond, but only came to take her up and prevent it from falling from the table to pass out.
- Bobby! Ellen! "Cried desperately while Dean raised the uncomfortable wooden table.
quick steps were heard, and at the door appeared the two hunters, guns drawn, fearing a sudden attack. Ellen's mouth formed an "o" to see Sam.
- What ..
- is alive. "He answered a question castañoa medium formulation.
Bobby went to check, making frown Sam, what happened? Did I think that is making it up or what? The old hunter turned to the woman and nodded.
- is true.
- Oh, heavens. "Murmured the woman, covering her mouth with one hand. Then again be reacted and what you do Ellen .- there dumbfounded? Take it one room!
Compliant, Sam ran upstairs to bed where he had made as he slept late nights and carefully deposited his precious burden. Then, just stared, as if it were the David of Michelangelo himself. The purest perfection on earth ... And he was alive ...
was not sure if you should get to mourn or jump for joy. But that happened to the background when he saw the body of Dean shaking. His reaction was to stick a jump to the closet, take one of the blankets there and cover Dean saved her. Then his hand navigated the short hair of his brother.
God. How difficult was it.
mourn "Laugh?
"jumping or standing still, watchful of his brother's dream?
Monitor. To ensure his brother all night if necessary. Protect the dreams extrañoy any nightmare. Peace in which Dean was engaged would not be destroyed for nothing. Sam is responsible to care. Go would.
With these, chose to sit in the chair that was beside the window, not too far or too close to his brother so he could breathe.
Sam was three days without sleep, so you can not judge when rendered fell into a deep and relaxed sleep sooner than expected. _______________
Ellen and Bobby followed Sam up the stairs, but kept the door when the brown to blond deposited all care in the world. They looked and understood without speaking. Sam was time. They both did not look anything there. Ellen
down the stairs followed by Bobby. He opened his mouth to say something, but a noise from the kitchen were put on alert.
They approached the race and suddenly opened the door to catch whoever was unannounced.
- So will achieve only leave a mark on the wall.
dark She was sitting on his knees on the chair, looking not much interest in a magazine that Ellen had left open when Sam cried.
- Hi, Eve.
She raised her head, dropping slightly to one side. Watching them in that position, Bobby felt a slight shudder.
- Dean Winchester out of Hell. , Reported the girl, barely a note of concern in his voice.
- just arrived. "Said Ellen.
- That's good. "The girl came in sight of each other, giving the impression that both sides had located and estimated each their movements .- I have done my part, I want the agreement.
~ Flash Back ~ just convinced Sam to go with them to the house of Bobby. He had been left in the room where the two brothers used to sleep when it occupied the house hunter. In the end, after hours of fruitless discussion, trying to reason took control of Sam's head, it had fallen into bed exhausted. It was the last time I saw him sleeping more than three hours.
Meanwhile, the largest assembled in the kitchen, weighing the options they had for trying to save Sam.
- It's out of this.
Bobby looked up from his bottle of beer for posarla in women, looking, looking tired, out the window. Wanted to scream. Tell her to stop saying stupid things, that Sam was a strong boy and is replenished. Maso may cost him less time, but eventually end up accepting the reality.
The harsh and cruel reality.
said nothing. I knew that Ellen was right.
- They ... their relationship ...
- Oh, God, Bobby, say it once! Ellen cried.
The man was silent.
- You've seen how he looked. "Said Ellen, sitting on the vacant chair, being in front of man .- You know like me that Sam will not last long. One day will rise and that Dean will never come back and ... worst of all is that he does not want to continue and ...
- Do not say it, Ellen! "Bobby jumped.
No. I did not want to hear. Never. Sam would not something similar. Sam would never do that ...
- head leads to Hell. "Ellen answered for him.
What followed was the craziest idea, absurd and stupid conducted by two minds whose trials were downright cloudy, call a demon.
The books tell of dark creatures of the night engaged in torturing and killing people. But not many that deal with looking things. Some seek the rich to do business with them and enrich them for something. Other illuminate the artists, for their own vanity is portrayed as of poesíao portraits.
Then she was. Bobby
once read something about it. A demon who was interested in the love that had no future, they were bad and that always brought dire consequences for everyone around them or any of the lovers. She did nothing, just watched as events unfolded and when the curtain would fall, gave a verdict.
may be thanks to her, Romeo and Juliet ended up far from Italy, taking a boat to a land where nobody knew them.
invocation took place that night, covered by the new moon and the darkness that enveloped them. The precise words, the right offerings and it all started.
- For centuries, nobody calls me.
Hunters turned to deal with something that certainly did not expect. A red-haired girl and not very high they watched from a distance. Dressed in white, contrasting with the prevailing darkness and evil character.
- Are you Eve? Bobby asked unceremoniously. The girl turned dark before nodding his head slightly. - We want to make a deal.
- Treatment. She repeated her .- It is that one asks and the other gives in return. I do not want anything ... so ...
- We ask. Ellen-cut quickly.
- I'm pretty confused, "admitted the dark girl," I'm not one of those who are rich or that sort of thing and I think you do not want that. What do you want?
- Remove to Dean Winchester's Hell.
dark She frowned. Dean Winchester Dean Winchester ... had heard of him. Demons appointed him in disgust, as it spat the word. She spent her view of each other, trying to figure out it was what they wanted. Gave up.
- What I can do? He asked as she smoothed the dress to the height of your belly, showing that not the least bit interested.
- sold his soul in exchange to save another person ... "Bobby began to explain.
- What matters to me that? "I cut the dark girl, raising her eyes to the old hunter.
- He did it because she loved him.
- As I have understood, which was saved Sam ... Sam Winchester. "The girl approached them, with slow and half smile .- He saved his brother from the clutches of death.
- was an act of love. "Said Ellen.
- He was saved because it was all I had, "hissed the girl dark, turning his bright blue eyes and showing his dark nature, "that is not love, human selfishness.
- Not true. "Said Bobby Dean queríaa .- Sam with all his soul ...
- This can be verified. "She said.
- sure, why? "Whispered Ellen, mass Bobby the girl.
- That is true.
- Dean went to Hell to save Sam, is not it enough that prove? "He attacked the woman.
- The brave stand out for their stupid acts. "It was the response of the dark girl .- But now that we do not care. Let's talk business. Both hunters
trembled slightly at the tone of the dark girl.
- If it is true what you say, yes Dean loves with all his "soul" Sam, you may not deserve to be where it is. But getting there will not be free.
- What? "Asked Bobby.
- I want blood. Fifteen liters of blood. "In the eyes of hunters, the girl lip curled dark, guessing what they thought .- In pork, lamb, newborn ... I feel exactly the same. Hold fast only ready in three days.
Ellen looked at Bobby with a slight smile on his face. It seemed that they had achieved. Had made a deal and that the demon will return to Dean. That also meant that Sam would be saved ...
- However, the dark girl's voice cut the accumulated positivism, "if Dean has not done this to save Sam and his act was motivated by his own selfishness, Dean Winchester's soul will remain in Hell for all eternity ... and your company will make.
Bobby was going to open his mouth as a sign of dissent, but Ellen's hand, taking her by the arm and stopped him. He turned to his companion, who gave him a slight, but surely assent.
- OK .- the old hunter said, turning to the dark girl .- How do we close?
- Words human words have already done.
The deal was closed and the girl disappeared into the night dark.
~ End Flash Back ~ And now, the dark girl sat on the kitchen table of Bobby, looking at his head bent and a gesture of profound boredom, while the soul of Dean Winchester inside her body rested on the top floor.
- Oh, heavens. "She said she'll be casually .- No recalling old memories, right?
Bobby gave him a cold stare girl while Ellen approached and opened the fridge to get it into a major three plastic jars of five liters, which dropped on the table. The dark girl waited patiently for the three were placed before his knees in the chair and open the boat was closer. He reached as if looking for a candy. To remove it, the drops slid down his arm. He looked up at while adults had a finger in his mouth and tasted the flavor. Slightly furrowed brow.
- Blood Pig. "Whispered .- Baby would have preferred, but when there is no bread ...
Les smiled before disappearing forever from their lives. ___________________________________
Dean
first thing on waking was felt the pleasant touch of the sheets against her skin and the delicious aroma given off by the same softener. He opened his eyes and turned his head to discover that the dark girl had not deceived him. Was no longer in hell, but one of the rooms of the house of Bobby. He wanted to start laughing like crazy. He
out. Outside was
WAS NOT!
God, what a beautiful feeling. He closed his eyes, letting intoxicated by all the different smells that were surrounding him in that room. Could distinguish the smell of fresh morning air and smiled slightly at the smell of humidity that accompanied it. Also the smell of old furniture and such and Mellow.
But there was something else ... something that he knew too well, but had no placements. Something sweet yet acidic. Could be the smell of a cologne or maybe an after-shave?
Dean did not know until he turned and saw Sam asleep on the couch. It was unconscious, an act that came from within, without any meditation. The blond got up from bed, even though his muscles tightened and, if they had mouths, they would have screamed. When you got out of bed, almost fell flat on the ground, but at the last moment Dean was able to maintain balance.
When he reached the couch, all she could do was to be dropped to the ground and fit between the legs of Sam, putting her head on one knee of the child.
He remained well for a while, crouching, feeling the heat given off by the body of Sam and feeling protected by the great body of his brother can to sound stupid, but after being in Hell by ... God knows how long, all I wanted to do was sit there without moving a muscle.
Sam left the arms of Morpheus with a slight smile on his face. How could be after have recovered what she loved most in the world? He took a slight glance at the bed and her heart sank when he saw the full figure of her brother lying there. I was going to scream, jump up and going crazy (in parts or all at once, did it matter now, but a slight weight on his thigh did none of that happened. Sam dropped view to meet the blonde head of his brother supported, resting quietly.
All Sam could accommodate concerns disappeared at that moment, and instead, the small chest of Winchester completely filled with heat. Navigate your left hand between Dean's hair, letting it move freely around the neck of this and draw the shape of your teeth.
Dean shook his head, placing it in the precise position from the bottom to look at Sam.
- Hello. "Whispered the greatest of Winchester.
- Hello. Sam replied, without taking the hand of Dean's head, he closed his eyes, carried away by the warm feeling that it provided the touch.
- I was scared. -Recognized Sam, drawing with their fingers the thick lips Dean .- You went without to give me the chance to say many things.
- what?
words. You are beautiful and wonderful words! Words have power, because once these decide the course of events, but are sometimes tedious and extremely boring, so it is necessary to take further measures. The soft lips on Sam Dean Winchester were the best choice you could make.
Sam took Dean gently in his arms and deposited him back in bed. He lay on his side and curled beside him, still kissing him on the face hands and arms, making out the odd giggle at the blond.
- Do not go any more, okay? "Sam begged in a whisper, Dean's ear.
- Never. _________________________
The cave was lit by the dim light of torches, it vibrated causing changes in the tone of light.
dark She looked ecstatic wall, waiting, perhaps, a signal that indicated when he had to start ...
begin? Why?
A stream of cold air made her shiver.
- All good stories deserve to be counted. "He whispered in the breeze while the index finger dipped in one of the boats of fresh blood and began writing on the wall.
SIX MONTHS OF BIRTH SAM WINCHESTER, HIS MOTHER DIED IN AN ACCIDENT IN THE ROOM FATILICO BIRTH, THEN ... END
