[Fearplot]
The morning had been long, longer than Sam had remembered in ages. There were things running around that he swore weren't supposed to be running around. Things like vampires, spirits, demons of all shapes and sizes; things that weren't supposed to be around anymore. They were supposed to be harmless on the island.
Apparently not.
He'd been glad to head back to the hut after hours of fighting because god, as much as it was nice again to feel useful, his muscles ached and he'd begged off for just ten minutes. Just ten minutes to close his eyes and rest on the bed. It'd be enough.
"Hey, Dean, what do you think's weirder," he called, over his shoulder, tossing the bag of weapons to the ground with a sigh as he collapsed on the bed, eyes shut as he tried to get comfortable. "The weird vampires running around or the fact that Dad's probably never been happier."
Before even waiting for an answer, he settled, hand on his torso and did a mental check of everything. Nothing had gone really wrong yet, which was something to be said for the Winchesters and it almost made him think he'd get through the day.
Except...
Except something was leaking from the ceiling, right onto his cheek. He flinched, shaking it off as he slowly opened his eyes. And that was when he saw it. "No. No." The guttural tone of his voice was thick and nearly inhuman. "NO!" he shouted, staring up at his worst nightmare come to life, Veronica on the ceiling, impaled through the stomach and bleeding.
"Sam," she exhaled his name.
"VERONICA!" Sam bellowed, scattering to his feet to do something when she went up in flames, just like Jess, just like Mom, and all Sam could do was stand there paralyzed, staring up at the ceiling, at the woman he should have protected from exactly this.
Apparently not.
He'd been glad to head back to the hut after hours of fighting because god, as much as it was nice again to feel useful, his muscles ached and he'd begged off for just ten minutes. Just ten minutes to close his eyes and rest on the bed. It'd be enough.
"Hey, Dean, what do you think's weirder," he called, over his shoulder, tossing the bag of weapons to the ground with a sigh as he collapsed on the bed, eyes shut as he tried to get comfortable. "The weird vampires running around or the fact that Dad's probably never been happier."
Before even waiting for an answer, he settled, hand on his torso and did a mental check of everything. Nothing had gone really wrong yet, which was something to be said for the Winchesters and it almost made him think he'd get through the day.
Except...
Except something was leaking from the ceiling, right onto his cheek. He flinched, shaking it off as he slowly opened his eyes. And that was when he saw it. "No. No." The guttural tone of his voice was thick and nearly inhuman. "NO!" he shouted, staring up at his worst nightmare come to life, Veronica on the ceiling, impaled through the stomach and bleeding.
"Sam," she exhaled his name.
"VERONICA!" Sam bellowed, scattering to his feet to do something when she went up in flames, just like Jess, just like Mom, and all Sam could do was stand there paralyzed, staring up at the ceiling, at the woman he should have protected from exactly this.