Yellow Eyes Stole My Soul Part 2

[spiceblueeyes]

 

The first day of camp was just orientation, meeting their group leaders and cabin mates. Sam was in the Badger Group, and he was rooming with three other guys who he met that night. He’d said hello to all of them, but hadn’t really felt like talking much, so he just lay on his bed and listened to them talk.

            “Right before we came to camp I totally hooked up with this girl. She had tits that were, like, this big,” Luke said. Sam knew he was miming large breasts with his hands. Luke had been doing it earlier.

            “That’s gross,” Carlos piped up from his bed.

            “Whatever, you’re just jealous,” Luke shot back. “Like you’ve ever hooked up with a girl.”

            “Hey, man. Don’t be a jerk,” Mark said.

            “Fine, fine.” Sam imagined Luke putting his hands up in surrender. “What about you, Sam? You get any girls?” Sam opened his eyes and looked at Luke. “Come on, share with the class.” Luke gestured to the three of them, all staring at Sam.

            He thought about all the things he could say in response to the question. About how he’d only ever gotten to second base with Lacey Stevens, but they’d had to move to another state before she’d go all the way. She still e-mailed him sometimes though. The last girl he’d brought over had started flirting with his brother as soon as he’d come home, leaving Sam to study by himself. At his current school he hadn’t seen a single girl he was interested in. In the end he answered simple. “No.”

             “Sucks for you, dude,” Luke said.

            Sam just shrugged. He didn’t say anything else all night, just let his roommate’s conversation wash over him.

            The next day Sam tagged along after his roommates, sitting with them at a long wooden table for breakfast. He ate the tasteless scrambled eggs and gave his waffles to Luke, who slathered them in syrup and made a mess of his face as he ate them with gusto. When he pulled his eyes away from the disgustingly fascinating sight, he was brought up short. The yellow-eyed man was standing at the side of the room. He had his arms folded across his chest and leaned against the wall. He was wearing the same clothes as the other day and the same cold smile was on his face. Sam’s hands started to tremble ever so slightly.

            The man’s mouth moved, lips forming the word, “Sammy.” Sam stared with wide eyes.

            “Sam,” Carlos said. He was sitting next to him. “You okay?” He waved a hand in front of Sam’s face, only half joking.

            Sam noted the concern in Carlos’ eyes, and when he glanced back across the room the yellow-eyed man was gone. “Did you see a guy standing there?” Sam pointed at the wall. “With yellow eyes?”

            Carlos looked where Sam was pointing. “No, but I wasn’t really paying attention. Too busy staring at his ugly face.” He leaned across the table and punched Luke in the shoulder, who stuck out his tongue. “Yellow eyes would be pretty kick ass though. Think you could get contacts that color?” Carlos asked.

            “I guess,” Sam answered. He stared at the empty spot on the wall.

            “My sister has purple contacts. She got them for Halloween.” Mark said.

            “That’s awesome!” Luke enthused. “Is she hot?” He asked Mark.

            “Shut up, she’s my sister.” Mark glared at Luke.

            Luke put his hands up and leaned back, as if to say ‘just asking.’ A moment later they were all distracted by one of the camp counselors.

            “Hey, everyone, listen up!” The girl, her nametag said Cindy, waved her arms in the air. “Racoon group, you’re going with Craig to the lake. Badger group, you’re going with Jason on the hiking trail. Porcupine group, you’re with me. We’re going to the collect soil samples in the field to analyze later. Okay?” She looked over the crowd of campers. “Okay. Now,” She clapped her hands. “Let’s go!”

            Sam got up along with everyone else, putting his plate, cup and silverware into a big bin of dirty dishes. He followed the rest of his cabin mates to gather around Jason. Jason was a pretty tall guy, with black hair that flopped over his eyes, and he had to keep pushing it back behind his ears. “Hey guys, I’m Jason. I’m leader for the Badger group. Today we’re hiking the Snakeskin Trail.” Jason studied their group. “It’s about five miles all together, so not too bad. We’ll be walking at a steady but slow pace. I’ll stop us sometimes to show you a view, or if I just see something cool. If anyone has any problems, let me know.” Jason lifted a clipboard. “I’ll call roll. We’re gonna walk single file alphabetically today. Things will be less formal once we all get to know each other.” He smiled. “Last person on the roll has to make sure no one drops too far behind. Got it?” Heads nodded. “Okay, Felicia Applebaum?” A red head raised her hand and Jason checked her name off. Sam spent the time looking around for the yellow-eyed man. “Sam Winchester?”

            “Here,” Sam said. He raised his hand as well. Jason pointed the clipboard at him. “You’ll be the last in line. Make sure we don’t lose anyone, okay?”

            Sam shrugged and then nodded. “Sure.” He’d gone on lots of hikes with his Dad and Dean.

            “Alright, everyone follow me!” Jason started off towards the woods and all the Badger campers fell in behind him, gradually working themselves into a single file line.

            The start of the trail was marked with a yellow ribbon tied around a tree. Sam followed Carlos, who was in front of him. He watched his feet step on the packed dirt and scattered leaves. The sun was up, and shined through the trees to dapple the ground with patches of yellow light. The path dipped up and down, winding around large stones and fallen logs.

            “Sam.”

            Sam turned to look but no one was there. Only a squirrel dashed up the trunk of a tree. He shook his head and kept going forward.

            “Sammy.” Sam whipped his head around, sure he’d heard his name. He still didn’t see anything.Sam took a deep breath and went back to following Carlos.

            “Sammy, my boy.” Sam could hear the smirk in the voice this time. It sounded slick and evil. He ignored it and kept walking. “I’ve got plans for you, Sammy.”

            Sam looked again. This time he thought he saw a man in the trees. The bit of a shirt that he saw matched that of the yellow-eyed man. “Hello?” He whispered to the woods.

            The yellow-eyed man stepped out from behind a large tree. “Sammy, boy.” He still smiled. “You’re losing your little friends.”

            He was right. Carlos was rapidly moving away from him on the trail. Sam didn’t care. “Who are you?” He hissed.

            “I’m the man who’d following you.” The man said, spreading his hands apart as if trying to appear unthreatening. “That’s all.” He took a step forward, and Sam took a step back.

            “Leave me alone.” Sam said.

            “Now Sam,” the man said, his eyes glossy and piercing. “I can’t do that. Not until I get what I want.”

            “You can’t have it,” Sam stated. The yellow-eyed man cocked his head like he didn’t know what Sam was talking about. “I won’t give you anything.”

            Sam turned and ran. He caught up to the group, out of breath and shaking. The rest of the trail he faced forward. He never looked back to answer the calls of “Sammy,” that he heard. Over and over again.

            That night the rustling outside the cabin kept Sam awake, clutching his pillow to his chest with his back pressed against the wall. The snores and snuffles of the other boys were the only noises inside the cabin, but outside he could hear footsteps. Whispers of words he couldn’t make out and flashes of yellow eyes in the window. Sam couldn’t sleep; he had to guard himself from the yellow-eyed man. He pinched his arms when he felt like he might fall asleep. When the sun rose in the morning, red hues driving away yellow eyes, Sam’s forearms were covered with red spots. Some of them had beads of dried blood where he’d viciously scratched himself in order to stave off sleep.

            Luke, Carlos and Mark all groaned in unison when Jason knocked on their door to tell them they had five minutes to get to the mess hall for breakfast. Sam released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. People would be there, awake people. The yellow-eyed man couldn’t get him there.

            Sam was the first one dressed and ready to go. He made it to the mess hall before his cabin mates, and sat in an empty spot in the middle of the room. He let the room fill up around him and half-heartedly listened to the chatter of the other campers. They talked about the activities the day before and what was planned for today. They spoke of movies they’d seen and books they’d read, family and friends from home, weird dreams from the night before. And then Sam heard, “We’ll get him tonight.”

            His head snapped to the left. Two girls were talked at the next table over. The brown haired one used her fork to cut her pancake into sections and the blond poured maple syrup over her scrambled eggs. “We’ll wait for it to get dark and then break in. He’ll never see us coming,” The blond said, face as bland as if she was talking about what color she should paint her nails yet.

            The brunette nodded. “I can’t wait to steal his soul. Do you think it’ll be yellow?” She popped some pancake into her mouth. Sam shot straight up and bumped his knees on the table top. Everyone stared at him. He could hear their whispers.

            “Tonight.”

            “…no chance at all.”

            “Mr. Yellow Eyes wants…”

            Sam stumbled quickly over to Jason. “I don’t feel well. Can I just hang out in bed for a while?”

            Jason looked up at Sam from where he was eating his own breakfast. “Are you sure? Do you feel like you need to see the nurse?” Sam could see how insincere Jason’s concern was; it was in the eyes. The glittered with malice.

            “I don’t need a nurse,” Sam said. “But, can I use the phone? I need to call my brother.” Dean would help him. He’d come get him from here. He’d be safe with Dean.

            Jason nodded. “Sure, just go to the office and tell them I said you could use the phone. When we come back for lunch we’ll see if you’re feeling better and want to join us.”

            Sam nodded, “Thanks.” He made a beeline for the office. The woman at the desk let him into a small room in the back. Papers covered the desk where the phone was. Sam perched on the edge of the hard wooden seat and dialed his brother’s number from memory. It rang four times and then he heard a click and some muffled noises that meant Dean was still trying to get the phone to his ear.

            “Hello?” Dean said.

            “Dean,” Sam said. “Hey.”

            “Sam? You okay? What’s up?” Dean asked, instantly worried.

            “Hey, can you come get me?” Sam kept the tremble out of his voice. He didn’t want Dean to know just how scared he was.

            “Yeah, of course.” Dean paused. “Can I ask why?”

            Sam hesitated. “You remember that man, with the yellow eyes, that I told you about?” Dean hummed an affirmation. “He followed me.”

            “What?” Dean said. “Are you sure? No, strike that. You wouldn’t have called if you weren’t sure. What a sick fuck. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

            Sam hung his head and let out a long, slow breath in relief. “Okay. Okay, that’s great,” He said.

            “Sam, you need to tell the people in charge what’s going on. They can help until I get there,” Dean said. “It’s important, Sam. I might not be able to get there until tomorrow morning. I’m supposed to work a double today and Jeff is gonna fire me if I just up and leave again.”

            Sam swallowed hard, and he wondered if his brother could hear it over the phone. “That’s okay. I can wait.” He didn’t want to tell Dean that the people at the camp were working for the yellow-eyed man. It would just make Dean worry more, and he was already going to be there as soon as he could.

            “I’d leave right after work, but I’m gonna need some sleep before doing that drive. Not a lot, just a few hours, okay? I’ll be there before you know it and when we get back we can go down to the station and, I dunno, file a report or something. Whatever it is you do when you’re being stalked by some contact lens freak.” Anger colored Dean’s voice and Sam soaked it in. Dean was coming; he just had to last until then.

            “I’ll see you tomorrow, Dean.” Sam said. Dean said goodbye and hung up. Sam put the phone back on the cradle and the cord curled all around the desk. He sat, looking at it. He needed a plan. He needed to protect himself for the night.

            The desk had a stapler along with various pieces of paper, two pens, and three pencils, only one with an eraser. Nothing that would make a good weapon. Sam checked out the drawers and found some push pins and a letter opener. He left the push pins, they weren’t going to be useful, but he pocketed the letter opener.

            When he got back to his cabin he closed the door. It didn’t have a lock, so he pushed one of the beds in the room, maybe it was Luke’s, in front of the door. The windows did have locks, and he made sure they were secure. He piled everyone’s stuff on the bed blocking the door, to make it heavier and harder to move. He moved his own bed against the back wall and sat down on it. It occurred to him that he should have grabbed some food, or at least eaten breakfast. He was going to get hungry before Dean came.

Part Three