Sunday, October 21, 2012
When is a Ghost Town Not a Ghost Town Pt. 15
Dean waited in the car for the hunters, listening to “Man in the Wilderness” by Styx. The song fit his mood perfectly. He leaned his head against the seat and closed his eyes and hummed along with the melody.
Suddenly, the driver’s door opened and the hunter felt a pair of hands grabbing his jacket and dragging him out of the car. He fell on the pavement and looked up at a fist that came towards his face. Everything went black.
Sam and Garth walked outside, and stood by the door and talked. Garth felt strongly that the monster they were looking for was a Trickster. Sam sighed in agreement, remembering Gabriel. Dean certainly wasn’t happy about it. The two men walked down the hill toward their vehicles.
Sam stopped for a second, noticing the driver’s door on the Impala was open. He started running towards the car, calling his brother’s name. There was no response.
Both men stared at the car. The keys were in the ignition and a tape was playing Styx.
Sam looked around and saw no sign of his brother. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
“Damn it, Dean!”
“Dude, we need to go back to the ghost town. That’s where he has to be,” Garth said softly.
“Yeah. Let’s go. I’m gonna kill that trickster,” Sam swore softly.
Dean slowly woke up; his head throbbing. He stared into the darkness, wondering where the hell he was.
“Okay. You got me. Now what,” he spoke into the darkness.
No response came. The hunter knew he was alone. He began to struggle with his bonds, muttering names he’d like to call the person who attacked him under his breath.
“Damn it!” the older Winchester cursed when the bonds didn’t loosen.
A door opened, and Dean looked up at a shadow with light coming from behind it.
“All right. Who the hell are you?”
The light suddenly blinded him. He squinted at the form in front of him.
“Oh, come on! You can’t be here!” the hunter hissed.