DISCLAIMER: Looks under bed Nope… Looks in the cupboard Nope… Looks in the backseat of the car Nope… Sighs Oh well, I looked, but I still don't own them.
Kripke you lucky bitch…
A/N: this fic is based on the horror movie Silent Hill (I don't own that either) so if you haven't seen it, hire it out! It rocks! For those who have, I hope its just as scary and I hope you enjoy it. Reviews are most welcome, Flames tolerated but ignored. Have a nice day!
WARNINGS: Foul language, violence, (basic ass kicking, Winchester whumping, hurting Harvalle) horror, (Which goes without saying) and maybe a little Dean/Jo loving.
SUPERNATURAL
DARKNESS RISING
CHAPTER ONE-Darkened Dreams:
The heat surrounding her was overwhelming.
Far beneath her, angry flames licked hungrily skyward, making Jo feel anxious.
Choking on the noxious fumes and falling ash, she looked around warily, taking in her surroundings.
If there was a visual definition for hell, this would probably be it.
Jo took a cautious step forward, testing the grated ground beneath her, and once she was sure it would hold her weight, continued onward, her eyes flickering uneasily as if sensing an unseen danger.
Then it came.
The horrible blaring of the foghorn.
And that only meant one thing…
The darkness was coming…
Her terror multiplied as she picked up her pace, running awkwardly through the deserted building.
She had no clue where she was, and it wasn't likely she'd live long enough to find out.
The darkness crept in from all sides, leaking through cracks and holes like a malignant cloud…
Then the clamor ceased, and her world plummeted into a premature night.
Claustrophobia quickened her pulse, her breathing hitched.
The only thing to fear is fear itself…she told herself over and over again, until a tiny voice in the back of her mind told her to shut the fuck up so she could figure out a way to get out of her present dilemma.
She reached into her leather jacket and pulled out a pocket torch, hoping the illumination would quell some of her fear, or at least break the darkness, but as she switched it on, she immediately regretted the light.
Before her stood a small figure, its blackened, burnt body contorting as it took a step forward, wild begging eyes, stark against its charcoal skin.
It gave and eerie childlike cry and reached out, perhaps to kill her, perhaps not.
She didn't stick around to find out.
Jo screamed as its burning heat enveloped her, which gave her more incentive to move.
She took off, running through the dark and gloomy streets, until she could go no further.
Bending over to catch her breath, she massaged her side to sooth the stitch that was building up.
She stood once more and looked around.
To her right, there was a sign. Barely noticeable in the gloom, she could only just make out the words.
Welcome to Silent Hill
Well, at least now she knew where she was. But how the hell she got there was the next question.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
She wasn't alone.
Slowly she turned, praying to all things holy that it wasn't the burnt figure, but when she set eyes on the monster before her, she began to wish that it had been.
Jo opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.
Her throat had closed up in her panic.
A giant thing stood before her on the tarmac, standing at close to twelve feet tall, its grotesque muscles twitching and contorting as it took a menacing step forward.
A pointed steel cage was its head, making it look more terrifying and the blade that was clutched in its fist looked like that of a enormous exhaust fan.
Jo's heart was now thumping painfully in her chest as the beast roared.
Finally finding her voice, she screamed as it thrust the blade into her slight body, her blood spraying the sign behind her.
Welcome to Silent Hill indeed…
Jo Harvalle shot up in bed gasping and as her heart thumped wildly in her chest.
She couldn't remember the dream, but the feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach told her that it had been bad.
She took a shuddering breath and whimpered.
"Jo?" called Dean softly from the couch across the room.
"Y-yeah?" she stammered.
"Are you okay?"
"Um…I… n-not r-really," she sobbed.
In the gloom, she could hear the rustling of blankets and the soft sound of feet padding across the carpet.
Dean reached out to the lamp, switched it on and the room was bathed in a muted light, revealing Jo's pale and sweaty face.
Shadows encircled her doe-like eyes, which were wild and frenzied, and her pulse jumped in her throat.
The eldest Winchester reached out and placed his fingers to her neck.
"Right, you need to calm down," he said gently, rubbing his own tired eyes.
"I-I c-c-cant," she said shakily as tears ran down her cheeks.
Dean held her face in his hands. "Jo, listen to me. I need you to take a nice deep breath, and tell me what happened," he encouraged.
She inhaled deeply and let out a tremulous breath. "It was a nightmare, only I can't remember what it was about. A-a-all I know is that it was bad, and-and…oh god…"
"Jo, your scared, its okay, it happens. You need to go back to sleep." Dean got up from the bed, switched the lamp off and started to walk back to the sofa.
"Dean?"
He stopped short. "Yeah sweetheart?"
"Can…would you stay with me? Please?" she said in a small voice.
Dean was worried. Jo was always so strong and fearless and loud, but now, she seemed so fragile and helpless. It truly scared him.
"Sure," he said kindly.
The blankets were pulled back and Dean slid in next to her, folding his arms around her slender, quivering frame.
She lay there, breathing his musky scent, letting his gentle touch sooth her. He stroked her hair gently and rubbed her back, and eventually her breathing slowed.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I think I am," she said, a little more normally, though not as normally as he would've liked.
"Okay sweetie, get some sleep. I'm here…"
Jo's eyes slid closed and she drifted off into uneasy sleep.
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"Um, what's going on here?" Sam asked loudly, consequently waking the two in the bed next to him. Jo looked up at him blearily. "Sam, I swear, if you don't disappear, I will kick your ass!" she warned.
"Alright, calm down, I'm going. What do you want for breakfast?"
Dean half opened his tired eyes. "For you not to come back until lunch. And bring burgers," he said groggily, burrowing under the blankets.
"Yeah, yeah." He muttered, exiting the motel room and closing the door behind him.
Jo rolled over with a moan and miscalculating the distance from where she was to the end of the bed, she fell.
She squealed and landed with a thump on the floor.
Dean snorted. "You okay sweetheart?" he asked, somewhat amused.
"Ah, my butt," she replied gripping the edge of the bed to heave herself off the floor and back onto the bed.
"That was dignified," Dean said sarcastically.
"Shut up,"
"Ooh, bitchy,"
Jo smacked him, right between the legs.
All she could hear was the yelp. She rolled over to face him, and his face had turned white.
"Shit, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed apologetically.
"It's okay," he gasped. "It's just a little painful, but I'll live,"
"Are you sure?" she pushed.
"You could always kiss it better…" he suggested.
Asshole.
Jo smacked him again and got up, moving toward the bathroom for a shower, leaving Dean to his own thoughts.
As she stood under the hot spray, she allowed her mind to wander, to the past and the present.
To her mother, who had probably hired some skanky waitress to take her place at the roadhouse.
These thoughts led to others then suddenly, she found herself dwelling on the nightmare.
She couldn't remember it last night, because she had been so terrified, but now that she was calm, she could recall snippets, in great detail.
Horrified as the scenes flashed before her eyes, she clutched her stomach, insides lurching.
Ripping the towel from the rail, she wrapped it securely around her body and made it to the toilet just in time before losing what was left in her stomach.
"Jo, are you okay?" Came Dean's concerned voice from the main room.
The scene of her death flashed before her eyes, the vivid crimson of the after splash, causing them to water as she continued to retch violently.
"Jo?"
Dean opened the door (this motel hadn't bothered with trivial things such as locks) and stepped in.
"What happened?" he inquired, crouching down behind her to rub her back.
Feeling empty, but not much better, she flushed the toilet and got shakily to her feet, with assistance from Dean.
She turned on the tap, took a mouth full of water and swilled it around in her mouth before spitting it into the sink.
Dean left her alone momentarily so she could dress, but as soon as she exited the bathroom, he rushed to her side and caught her before she fell.
"Jo, are you gonna tell me what just happened?"
Jo looked up at him with fearful eyes. "The dream…" she began. "I started remembering it. Just small things, you know, but enough to make me sick,"
Dean frowned. "What did you see?" he asked, sitting next to her on the bed.
"Fire, a burnt figure, a giant…executioner, I suppose you could call it…"
"Executioner?"
"Yeah, mine,"
She drew in a shuddering breath and leant in to him, allowing his heartbeat to sooth some of her fears.
"You saw yourself…"
"Yeah, all over a billboard. Very colorfully too,"
She was pretending that it wasn't effecting her.
She didn't want Dean to think she was weak, like she had been last night. She wouldn't allow herself to be scared.
"Jo, I know that this dream scared you okay, so don't try to hide it," The eldest Winchester said. "I won't think any less of you…"
Jo knew he spoke the truth, but somehow, she just couldn't…
The scene flashed before her again, for a little longer this time.
She grasped Dean's hand and cried out.
She could almost literally feel the blade as it passed through her.
As the scene dissolved, so did her consciousness.
Black crept into the edge of her vision, and Dean's concerned voice was muffled and sounding like a badly tuned radio.
"Jo? Jo!" he cried.
But she wouldn't answer.
Couldn't answer.
The last thing she remembered before succumbing to the darkness was the incessant laughter of a small child…
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