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I can’t call to him, not with all these people around. No one’s paying me any attention, but we need to keep it that way. They’re all moving with purpose, and I worry about what’s happening below. Why did the Eminent call a red out, sending everyone to one location? Where does the tunnel lead?
The rain starts, hitting my open skin with a steady mist. Larger droplets soak my clothes in no time, coming down harder and faster with every passing second.
“The fire’s slowing,” someone yells out. “We haven’t started. What do we do?”
“Fuck,” someone else says. The footsteps leave us, the heat from the fire lessening as the rain picks up.
I open my eyes to find us somewhat alone, left out on the open ground and tied up. Behind Sam, the Thalassa looms in the distance. It’s far away from the rocky shore, but so close, so massive. Dean’s standing in that window, lighting another cigarette, planning my capture and my husband’s death.
We brought this here, but I’m still surprised to see the ship, hoping Dean would have sent something smaller. He’s never going to leave his kingdom, needing to keep his power and drugs close.
I think of all the people inside. It’s selfish summoning this demon to save my family, but I’d burn down the world for them. There isn’t a sacrifice I wouldn’t make to ensure their survival.
“Sam,” I say as loud as I can without drawing attention. Men in red jumpsuits all crowd around the fire that’s losing its flames. “Sam, wake up.”
He groans, and my heart flickers. They can’t keep us knocked out forever, but they can’t damage Dean’s merchandise. I’m sure he insisted on killing Sam himself. He needs to wake up and now.
“Keep the fire going,” someone says. “Just let the rain pass, and we’ll start it when they get on land, even if it doesn’t burn enough.”
I lift my head, looking at the bags stacked around the fire, still unclear about what’s going on. Sam grunts and lets out a small cough.
“Sam,” I hiss again. “Wake the fuck up!”
“They’re already here,” someone in a red jumpsuit argues. “The Eminent’s going to be pissed. We have to get this going.”
Rain blurs my vision, coming down harder than before. This storm won’t pass anytime soon, and these men are fooling themselves. I know because I’ve seen it, the mist that doesn’t cease until Dean’s terror is upon us.
“Rowan?” Sam croaks.
“Yes, it’s me. Can you wake up? Dean’s here.” His eyes fly open, and he moves his head from side to side. He’s still groggy, making jerky movements, trying to get to me.
“Where?”
“The water.”
Sam lifts enough to see the ship and flops back on the ground. He takes in a sharp breath and begins scooting toward me. I do the same, hoping together we can untie ourselves.
“What’s going on?” I whisper when I reach him. “Over there. The fire. I still don’t understand why they’re doing this.”
“Intimidation,” he coughs. “Fuck, my head.” He squints his eyes shut in pain. “What did they give us?”
“What do you mean by intimidation?”
“Dean shows up and they’re burning hundreds of bodies,” he explains. “It’s a war tactic. Sets the mood.”
I grimace in disgust at Sam’s words. It’s deplorable, but it’s also keeping our captors at bay. What’s worse is nothing will intimidate Dean, and this show is for nothing. These people deserve a burial.
I twist my arms and wrists, trying to loosen the straps.
“Can you get yourself free?” I ask. The men in the distance circle the fire, waving their hands at each other in an argument.
“Trying,” Sam huffs. “I’m trying.”
He resigns to sitting up, giving away that he’s awake, and I do the same, looking around for anything sharp to cut the ties.
“This isn’t looking good,” I whine.
“It’s not ending like this,” he says. “Left out for slaughter.”
