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Virtual Season Four...

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Family Album by irismay42: Feb 9th

When Sam and Dean receive a call for help from an old friend of their father's, old secrets are revealed, old memories resurrected, and
barely-healed wounds reopened.

But coming to terms with the past is not an option for the Winchesters, as an enchanted photograph album documenting the story of their lives turns history into reality, and Sam and Dean must stop a deadly enemy from destroying them both before they're old enough to know how to protect themselves from the things out there in the dark...

He didn’t need to look at his watch to know the time. It was 11.27pm. 11.27pm on November 2nd, 1983.

When he finally plucked up the courage to raise his eyes to the window of Sam’s nursery, he could see flames licking their way across the ceiling, the curtains catching alight as his mother burned above his baby brother’s crib.

He swallowed hard, trying to breathe, trying to move, to help, to run, to do something, but he couldn’t, he couldn’t move, his legs were Jell-o and he could sense Sam standing behind him yelling at him, but he couldn’t seem to make out a word he was saying.

And the obsidian eyes blinked at him once before the shadow moved, quickly, rushing away toward the back of the house as Sam sprinted after it while Dean just stood there looking up at the nursery window, a horrible sense of déjà vu invading his senses.

Can’t move. Can’t think. Can’t be here. Not again.

It was as if everything had stopped, time, space, sound, the flames in the window above his head, everything stopped until all he could hear was the hammering of his heart, echoed by an insistent hammering on the front door of the house and the terrified voice of a little boy screaming, “Daddy! Daddy!” at the top of his lungs.

Little boy’s voice.

Dean’s voice.

“Daddy!” the little boy screamed. “Daddy, it’s locked, the door’s locked and there’s no key! Daddy! We can’t get out!”

Coming Next...

Guilty as Hell by SnSam and Tree

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