By Tidia & MOG, September 2006
Authors' Notes: Welcome to the continuation of Tecumseh. However, you do not
have to read Tecumseh to read this fic
Voiceover: “Previously on
Preface (From ‘Tecumseh’)
Sam scooped up his brother’s phone
from the nightstand and tossed it to him.
Dean’s face registered a surprised
smile when he saw the caller ID. He flipped open the phone, throwing
out a warm greeting. “Caleb, man, how ya doin’? What’s up, where you
at?...Palm Springs! Oh, please tell me you did not get some cush. gig
Sam scanned the meager amount of tv
channels and could just hear the muffled voice on the other end of the
call. His split attention became focused wholly on Dean, however, when
he saw his brother’s expression change dramatically. He hit the mute
button on the remote and watched Dean drop into the worn armchair and
stare at the floor, listening.
“Where did you hear this? I mean, are
we talking some cheesy rumor website or-” He leaned forward, resting
his knees on his elbows. “Jesus Christ, do you really think it’s
her?….Uh, no, we haven’t heard from him in awhile. We’re not sure where
he’s at. But Sam’s with me. We’re in Oklahoma.”
Dean listened for a moment, then
looked at his watch. “No, man, we can hit the road tonight….no, look,
Caleb, it’s cool - I understand. You do what you gotta do there. Me and
Sam will check it out…yeah, man, we will. You too. I’ll call you when
we learn something. Later.”
Dean flipped the phone closed but
didn’t lift his eyes from the floor. Sam waited a few seconds, finally
speaking when he realized his brother wasn’t going to be forthcoming
about the topic of the call.
“What was that about?”
Dean stood and crossed to the
bathroom. “Unfinished business.” He gathered up the few belongings
scattered around the room and stuffed them in his bag of clothes. “I
need to go to Massachusetts.”
It was evident to Sam that his
brother was rattled about something but the younger Winchester knew his
sibling well enough to know that Dean wasn’t going to talk about it
until he was ready. Sam clicked off the television and went about
getting his own things together.
“Massachusetts it is,” Sam said. He
tried to lighten his brother’s mood a little and added with a smile, “I
was getting bored around here anyway.”
Dean stopped what he was doing and
stared at his brother. Sam didn’t miss the anxious look in his eyes.
“Sammy, this isn't like our normal--” he cut himself off, unsure how to
explain. “I mean, maybe I can drop you in New York, you could hook up
Sam raised his brows and showed a wry
grin. It didn’t matter where Dean was headed - he would be with him.
“Dude...what do we ever do that's normal?” He caught his brother’s eye
and fixed him with a determined gaze. “If you're going to
Massachusetts...so am I.”
Sam saw a little of Dean's uneasiness
fade, but his brother just nodded once and zipped shut his bag.
Whatever ghosts Dean was about to face - he wouldn't be facing them
Amy ran out the back door knowing, even as she slammed it, that her
parents wouldn’t hear her leave. They were arguing again and the
fourteen-year-old refused to listen to the insults and digs they would
throw at each other. Pulling her iPod from the pocket of her hoodie
jacket, she slipped the tiny buds into her ears. It was spring in the
coastal Massachusetts town of Gloucester, but a misty rain and the
ocean wind brought a distinct chill. She flipped the hood of her coat
over her head and ran, keeping tempo with the music in her ears.
The gravel shoulder of the rural road grew narrower until she veered
away from the asphalt and into the wooded acreage of the conservation
land. There was no real trail but she didn’t care, all she wanted was
to distance herself from the echoes of her parents’ bitter voices.
Finally, her hard running surpassed her anger and frustration, and
labored breath slowed her to a walk. The sunrays of twilight filtered
pale shades of gray and gold through the tall pines. At school, Amy had
heard the stories about the woods - strange sightings, unexplained
sounds, rumors of hauntings.
The branches of the trees created faint spider web patterns on the
forest floor and flared her imagination towards what things could be
amongst the pines. The endless woods never seemed uninviting when she
drove past on the bordering road, yet suddenly they felt
claustrophobic. She clicked off the iPod when a feeling of being
watched overwhelmed her.
A strange noise, like a hissing whisper, filtered through the trees.
She held very still, straining to identify it, but there was nothing -
no sound at all. No birds, no frogs, nothing moved. It was an
unnatural, uncomfortable silence. Turning around slowly, she tried to
ignore her racing heartbeat and began a light jog out of the woods.
A haunting howl broke the silence. Amy whipped her head around,
expecting to see the camouflaged gray coat of a coyote. The thought
that one or more of the feral canines could be close made her increase
her speed, until her breath came in deep gasps. A long winter had made
the wild dogs bold in their search for food and recent newspaper
reports of coyote sightings fed her racing imagination. She could only
picture hungry jaws closing in on a meal.
Over her own heavy breathing, she heard an echoing whisper.
“The toll must be paid.”
The rasping voice surrounded her, filling the woods. Through the trees,
she saw the familiar black asphalt of the road and tried to push
herself harder. Unseen hands whipped the hood from her head, jarring
loose the small buds from her ears. She screamed and desperately
shrugged out of her jacket as she ran, not caring about giving up the
coat or the iPod. She only wanted to reach the edge of the woods, get
to the road and away from her invisible attacker.
She could make out the lights of a near-by house across the street and
she risked a glance backward, but saw nothing. Swinging her head
forward again, a scream was wrenched from her throat as she engaged
every muscle she could in order to stop her advancing momentum. A
massive black dog stood between her and the road.
Red eyes flashed from its shadowy form and thick saliva glistened on
its lips and jagged teeth. Amy let out another scream and the dark
attacker growled in response.