Shades of Death Road
Chapter Three
The five ATF agents and the Winchester brothers gathered around the hood of the
black Impala. Dean laid a few documents out on the hood of his car. "What's all
of this?" demanded Chris.
"I was just getting ready to tell you," answered Dean. "These are cases similar
to this one. In every case, a car was found on the side of the road. Nobody
inside."
"Now, from what we can gather, your two agents were taken by a Shade of Death
Road spirit," said Sam.
"A what?" questioned Nathan.
"It's a spirit that haunts a certain road. They are usually used as shade, hence
the name. People just assume that it's a shady spot on the road. In reality,
it's the spirit. They are only seen in their true form when they want to be.
They take a person or persons out of a car and to their hiding place. Wherever
that is."
"Are the people found... alive?" asked Buck.
Sam and Dean looked at each other. "Usually... no. Depends on the spirit,"
replied Dean. The five agents sighed as one.
"Well, my two agents are going to be found alive. I don't care what
the spirit wants!" exclaimed Chris.
"The hiding place of the spirit is somewhere around whatever road it's
haunting," said Sam.
"We've looked all over this road and in those woods. So have two rescue teams.
We've found nothing," said Josiah.
"There have been a few instances where the spirit is extremely strong and able
to hide its location," said Sam.
"Yeah, such as in Nevada," said Dean.
"The spirit on a road there was that strong. The hunter had to do a spell to
reveal the location," Sam explained to the five agents.
"A spell? As in... magic?" Nathan asked with distaste.
Dean blew out a breath. "Yes, a spell. You're going to have to accept, sometime,
that there are spirits, spells, and a whole hell of a lot of other things that
go bump in the night."
Nathan just gave him a look, remaining silent. After a minute, Chris sighed.
"Let's do it. Nothing else we've done up until now has worked."
Sam and Dean offered him tight smiles, before walking to the trunk of the Impala
to get the things they would need.
WITH JD AND EZRA
JD and Ezra had been silent for a while. Neither one knew of anything to say.
"What was that?" whispered JD.
A loud bang made both men jump. A wind started inside the cabin and they could
hear howling and banging.
"I haven't a clue," Ezra whispered back.
'When is this going to end?' JD thought. As sudden as the noises and the wind
started, they stopped.
"I wonder what--" JD started as he looked at Ezra. Ezra was standing still with
a knife in his right hand. The blade had to be at least ten inches. His eyes
were cold as he stared at JD. 'Not again!' JD silently screamed.
WITH EZRA AND JD
JD held his hands up in front of him in a placating gesture. 'Where the hell did
he get the knife?' JD briefly wondered. Talking in what he hoped was a soothing
voice, he said, "Calm down, Ezra. You don't want to hurt me."
Ezra barked out a laugh. "That's where you're wrong. I do want to hurt
you." With that said, Ezra lunged at JD with the knife raised and ready to
strike. JD barely had time to move out of the way. Jumping to the left, he
quickly scurried to the other side of the cabin. Even though he knew that Ezra
wasn't himself, he found himself getting angry with the undercover agent.
"Stop it, Ezra!"
Ezra turned to face him and sneered, "You won't be able to dodge me forever."
With that said, Ezra started to advance on JD.
WITH THE OTHERS
Dean and Sam had the two candles lit, sitting on the hood of the Impala. Drawing
a circle of salt on the ground, they had the agents stand in it with them.
"Ready?" Dean asked. When the five agents nodded, he spoke to Sam. "Hit it,
Sammy."
Sam opened the book he was holding and started to read. "Ostendo nos absentis
locus ut nos peto. Ostendo nos ianua ut populus ut nos peto." [i] He
repeated the words two more times before a mist started to form. The mist
swirled around them for a few minutes, before disappearing. When the mist was
gone, a light about an inch long appeared.
"Come on. We have to follow it," Sam said as he closed the book and blew out the
candles and Dean grabbed a shotgun and the black duffel bag. They followed the
light into the woods. When they were about middle-ways, the light stopped in
front of a run-down looking cabin. There were no windows and only one old wooden
door.
"This wasn't here the last time we looked," Buck whispered.
The light disappeared and Dean said, "This is where they are being held." As the
seven men slowly started to approach, a wind started to blow. "Keep going!"
demanded Dean.
When Sam reached out to open the door, he was knocked backwards. When Dean
tried, the same thing happened. "It's a force field!"
"What do we do," questioned Josiah.
"Hold on!" Sam yelled to be heard over the loud wind. He opened his book and was
about to start reading when they heard a loud shout come from the cabin. That
was followed by a scream.
The shout sent a chill up all seven men's spines. "What the hell's going on in
there?" questioned Buck.
"Sam, open that book and do your thing," demanded Dean.
Sam nodded and opened the book, while also grabbing a small bottle of salt out
of the duffel bag. Getting as close as he could to the cabin, he held the salt
in his right hand and the book in his left. In a loud clear voice, he started
reading. "Patefacio is moenia. Take absentis quis prohibeo nos ex ingressus."[ii]
As he spoke the words, he walked around the cabin pouring salt on the ground. He
quickly did the ritual three times. On the third time, he shouted the last word.
"Patefacio is moenia. Take absentis quis prohibeo nos ex INGRESSUS!" As he
shouted the word and the salt hit the ground, there was a loud bang.
Dean hurried to the cabin's door, touching the doorknob. The forcefield was
gone. "It's gone! Let's go!"
Sam and the five agents quickly followed Dean.
WITH EZRA AND JD
JD couldn't believe it. Ezra had stabbed him. Him! Granted it was the fleshy
part of the arm, but it still hurt like hell. JD narrowed his eyes as he stared
at the undercover agent. He'd had enough.
"Alright! That's it!" JD growled as he lunged at Ezra. Ezra was so
surprised that he didn't have time to move. JD caught Ezra around the waist and
took him to the floor. The knife dropped out of Ezra's hand and clattered to the
floor. JD let go of Ezra and went after the knife. Before he could reach it,
Ezra grabbed his left ankle, dragging him back.
"Where do you think you're going?" Ezra snarled.
JD kicked back with his right foot, catching Ezra in the face. Ezra grunted as
the foot connected but never lost his grip. Ezra was so strong! Wiggling, JD
tied to reach the knife, but it was no use. The knife was only a few inches
away, but it might as well have been on another planet!
"Ezra, please! Let me go!" JD pleaded. Ezra's grip just tightened, dragging JD
back to him. Flipping the younger man over on to his back, Ezra gave him a feral
smile.
JD watched in horror as his friend's green eyes turned pitch black. "What
the...?!" he exclaimed. JD threw out his right hand, managing to land a blow on
Ezra's left cheek. Ezra just continued to smile and stare at him. Stunned, JD
continued to watch as the knife lifted in to the air and flew straight into
Ezra's hand. Just as Ezra lifted the knife to bring it down into JD's chest, the
cabin door burst open in a spray of wooden shards.
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[i] Ostendo nos absentis locus ut nos peto. Ostendo nos ianua ut populus ut nos peto. This is Latin and translates into ‘Show us the missing place that we seek. Show us the doorway to the people that we seek.’ I got the translation from http://www.translation-guide.com
[ii] Patefacio is moenia. Take absentis quis prohibeo nos ex ingressus. ‘Open this dwelling. Take away what forbids us from entering.’ http://www.translation-guide.com