My Immortal

Finding Inner Strength

 Dean walked through the quiet forest, replaying Vassago's words over and over in his head. Since the beginning of this damn war, he's been trying to find a way to end it...now though, Vassago might have just given him one. Wait...was he really thinking about giving up and doing what that son-of-a-bitch wanted? What the hell was wrong with him, dammit? How could he even think like that? He had fought too damn long and too damn hard to just give up now and let Vassago win. He hated how that bastard had managed to get into his damn head again, this was exactly what that bastard wanted to happen. By getting into his head, Vassago could get him to do whatever he wanted, ensuring that he won.

 Angry at the thought of Vassago manipulating him again so damn easily, Dean screamed in frustration, before he punched the closest tree; putting his fist completely through it. He needed to end this damn war before he lost what little sanity he had left. He could feel his powers flowing through him stronger than he's ever felt them before. The feeling was indescribable, it was like nothing he had ever felt before and honestly, it scared the hell out of him! It was worse than the damn bloodlust and when he had first come into his full powers. What the actual hell was happening to him, dammit? Suddenly, as he fell to his knees, grabbing his chest, overcome with the most intense pain he had ever felt before, Keeper's words about the other Chosen Ones dying from their powers rushed back to him.

 The pain coursed through him along with his powers, he couldn't think or speak and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. He finally collapsed onto his back staring at the sky, struggling through the pain. This...this was it, dammit, this was how he died; alone and not by Vassago's hands. Suddenly, he heard the familiar cry of his Raven, at first, he thought he had imagined it, he knew he had left his Raven back at the monastery. He closed his eyes, squeezing them tight, groaning in agony, one hand clutching his chest, while the other hand clenched at the grass he lay upon. Fighting the pain, he heard the cry again and opened his eyes, still staring at the sky he saw his Raven circling him, crying out as if it were leading someone to him.

 He quickly shut his eyes again and groaned as another wave of pain washed over him, he felt like he was burning up from the inside out. He couldn't catch his breath; it felt like his lungs had shrunk, his body arched off of the ground his one hand still clutching the grass. He was in so much pain; even touching himself caused him agony. Finally, finding his voice again, he screamed out in pain, before he collapsed back onto the ground. As he did, he thought he heard voices calling his name, but like he had with the Raven, he thought he was imagining it; it wasn't like he could let them know where he was anyway, the pain taking away his voice again.

 "DEAN!" Zander's panicked voice yelled, as he came into the clearing with Keeper and found him; he ran to Dean and knelt beside him.

 "Dean, can you hear us?" Keeper questioned, as he knelt beside him too.

 "What's happening to him, Keeper?" Zander demanded upset.

 "I...I don't know for sure, but I think he might be unable to handle his powers."

 "What? You said since he came into his full powers already that we didn't need to worry about that, dammit! Why would he reject them now?"

 "Dammit, Zander, I'm not an expert on Chosen Ones, I don't have all the answers!" Keeper stated bitterly. "I have seen this before though and if I'm correct, then this is..."