Shine 9 (Part 8)
Jul. 22nd, 2006 08:34 pmclick for part | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven
By the end of the fifth hour the black night began to grey. The sun would be up soon and they would be a quarter through the ritual. The Shine now hovered stationary, four feet above Dean, their eyes parallel. It had faded from its deep black to a dull cinder color. The group of three could see the creature twitching over its invisible shackles. It was an extremely powerful demon and the first quarter had only done so much of the binding. This worried Mel. John and Sam could see it in her eyes.
At five, there seemed to be a ripple effect of iridescent light. Mel held up her hands. It was time to rest.
Silence swallowed the whole of the small clearing. They were all still for a moment. The Shine had stopped twitching and seemed to be in a state of stasis now. Sam looked to Melody and she nodded to him and John. The father and son rushed into the circle as Mel ran to the car for supplies.
“Dean?” Sam said quietly, going to his brother, his voice raw and dry from the five hour chant. It was also stretched taut with emotion. John ducked under the sleeping beast and went to his son. Dean’s wound had stopped bleeding and the brittle grass was painted in a darkening red. His skin had lost all its color and was now a pallid ash. His lips were cracked and a frozen blue. Sam and John looked to each other. They knew, at this stage, a human body would be long dead.
( Shine 9 . . . )
By the end of the fifth hour the black night began to grey. The sun would be up soon and they would be a quarter through the ritual. The Shine now hovered stationary, four feet above Dean, their eyes parallel. It had faded from its deep black to a dull cinder color. The group of three could see the creature twitching over its invisible shackles. It was an extremely powerful demon and the first quarter had only done so much of the binding. This worried Mel. John and Sam could see it in her eyes.
At five, there seemed to be a ripple effect of iridescent light. Mel held up her hands. It was time to rest.
Silence swallowed the whole of the small clearing. They were all still for a moment. The Shine had stopped twitching and seemed to be in a state of stasis now. Sam looked to Melody and she nodded to him and John. The father and son rushed into the circle as Mel ran to the car for supplies.
“Dean?” Sam said quietly, going to his brother, his voice raw and dry from the five hour chant. It was also stretched taut with emotion. John ducked under the sleeping beast and went to his son. Dean’s wound had stopped bleeding and the brittle grass was painted in a darkening red. His skin had lost all its color and was now a pallid ash. His lips were cracked and a frozen blue. Sam and John looked to each other. They knew, at this stage, a human body would be long dead.
( Shine 9 . . . )
