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jj-lynn21 · 3 years

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An Unexpected Adventure Ch 3: Nature

Ch 3:Nature

Ch 1: Booked Ch 2: Teatime, Ch 4: Waterfalls

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Notes: fluff, shock, an ode to no cellphones

Genna tossed and turned all night having nightmares about not making her deadline. Losing every bit of the credibility and trust her first book brought to her career. Losing her friend and publisher to someone that obviously wanted it more than she did. All these thoughts did nothing to help her creativity level. When she woke, she was a void of any ideas what to really focus on in her writing as she had been since she got there. It was time to do something drastic. Just walk away for a while.

The best way to clear her head was to take Istvan up on his morning walk offer. The fire had burned out over night, but her appreciation for him only burned stronger. She was determined to make up for how she had treated him when they first met. Put all the book writing thoughts in the back of her mind just for a few hours. Being in nature was bound to get ideas flowing once she got back to work.

Genna put a pot of coffee in a large thermos and a zip lock of crackers in her backpack purse. She dressed in layers since it was cooler now but once the sun was high in the sky the forecaster called for an unusual swing back to the 70s. She decided on her athletic shoes over her boots because they were more comfortable. The boots she wore there were made for fashion more than hiking.

She took a deep cleansing breath as she walked out of the cabin. The air was fresh. Genna could smell wildflowers that had not given up their life to the overnight frost yet. She looked around for her guide. Istavan waved with a great big dopey smile on his face. She trotted over to him.

“Good morning, Istvan.”

“Good morning, Genna.” He had a backpack flung over his shoulder. “I’m glad you decided to join me. There is so much beauty here you cannot see from the small windows in the cabin.”

“Show me everything.” Genna adjusted her pack as she walked with him. “I brought coffee and snacks. And my cellphone to take some pictures. I am looking for inspiration.”

“I hope you find what you want.” He helped her up a particularly steep hill. “Just relax and take it all in without sharing with the world for once in your life. It is perfectly fine not to share every experience you have.”

“That is crazy talk.” She giggled joking.

He smirked.

Once they arrived at a paved trail it was easier to walk. “At the end of this trail there is a nice clearing to stop for a break. I have a blanket, coffee, water, and baloney sandwiches in my pack.”

“Between us we have quite a feast.” She did her best to keep up with him but two of her steps equaled one of his..

He nodded. “Stop right here.” Istvan put his hand up stopping on the trail. “Listen to what surrounds us.”

“What is it?” She was a little frightened by his tone.

“Shhhh.” He put a finger to his plump kissable lips. “Don’t be scared. Close your eyes.” Istvan walked around behind her. “Relax. Take a breath and just listen to nature.”

His voice gave her chills. She closed her eyes taking a deep breath of the fresh air around her. It smelled nothing like the big city. It felt nothing like the city. There was a light breeze. The sun kissed her face. Some squirrels squealed at each other in the trees. Birds were chirping not quite ready to leave for the south. She opened her eyes as she grabbed for her cellphone to snap a memory.

He took her wrist lightly. “Don’t do it Genna. Just enjoy our surrounding. Let it just be ours.”

She looked at him like he was insane. “But shouldn’t everyone know the beauty here so they will come, Istvan? I am sure you have posted pictures on your accounts to help your business.”

“I don’t have any social media accounts.” He admitted. “There is one website that does have professional photos of the cabins and the hiking trail. I like it here because it is free from all that. No one, especial strangers need to like what you are doing for you to enjoy it yourself. Just take it in.” He took a deep exaggerated breath in and let it out. “Stay here with me in this moment. Don’t disappear into technology, Genna.”

“All right.” She slid the phone back into the side of her pack.

“Now really look at everything you could have missed with a phone in front of your face.” He put his hands on her shoulders. “Is this okay?”

She nodded yes.

“The squirrels we hear are right there chasing each other in that tree.” He pointed.

His beard tickled her cheek and she laughed. “Your beard tickles.”

“I’m sorry,.” He stood up straighter. Istvan had not really been close to anyone in months. It had been years since he felt like being as close to someone as he did her.

“It’s all good.” She smiled and he smiled back. “What other things can you point out that I might not be catching?” She was trying to get fully immersed in the moment as he suggested.

“Did you hear the rustling in the tall brush over there?” He gets closer again but tries not to let his beard touch her.

“Yes.”

“I happen to know that a family of bunnies live there.” He gentle rubbed her arms. “If we are still and quiet maybe one will hop over towards the glen or many of them will. The younger ones seem to take chances like that even if I am here.”

They waited. She leaned into him more, so he held her more securely. She did not giggle again when his beard brushed against her cheek. The bushes started rustling more in several spots. Then a little nose poked out sniffing. A few pairs of long grey ears with pink centers poked up. It was quick when they moved. Three curious baby bunnies made their way across the path right in front of Istvan and Genna.

Genna covered her mouth so she did not squeal in delight while the bunnies crossed. One stopped to look at them for just a split second before running off after its sibling. “They are so precious.”

“Yeah, come on.” He led her down the trail more. “The clearing is right in the direction they went hopping.”

She stayed close to him. “Are there any dangerous animals around here?”

“Black bear, coyote, and a few different kinds of poisonous snakes in the wetlands.” They came to the clearing and walked a few feet in where Istvan laid out the blanket holding it down with his pack and hers. “I have a kit with anti-venom. Bears and Coyote are mostly afraid of people unless you leave food out at night.”

“I will hold you to that.” She takes her jacket and hoodie off to get more comfortable. The sun has made it warmer. She took out her coffee thermos and crackers.

He took out what he brought and takes off his hoodie also. “Sandwich?”

“Thank you.” She took one. “You can have some of these crackers with your sandwich.”

“Thanks.” He took a few from the baggy. After they ate taking in the nature around them instead of talking, Istvan laid back on the blanket closing his eyes. “It is nice to just listen to nature with eyes closed and your heart open.”

“I guess.” She glanced around at what seemed to be empty space. “Have you always lived like this, Istvan. Grown to be a Mountain man?”

He chuckled as he opened his eyes and held his strong upper body up on his elbows. “I grew up as a spoiled kid in New York City. My Dad was a Soap actor and my Mom a lawyer. We started coming out to the woods to camp when I was around ten. My Father built the family cabin himself. After I graduated high school my gift was building my own cabin.”

“Hard labor does not sound like a gift.” Genna interceded.

“Yeah, I thought that at the time.” He continued. “It was the last time I really spent any time with him. He and my sister built the cabin you are staying in for her before she went off to college. She worked hard from the beginning as she always did in school. I did what I always did at NYU. I got in some trouble for fighting. Partied so much I can barely remember most of my time there. Still I managed to get passing grades in business school. When my parents got in a car accident driving here from the city in the dead of winter to set up for a family Christmas, they left the cabins to me and my sister.”

“That is …" She put her hand to her heart. “It is just so tragic. I’m sorry you lost them right before the holiday.”

“It was a lot to handle but helped me grow up.” He sighed. “My sister can barely deal with being here. I took over the cabins turning them into a business. That was five years ago. I ended up loving this place after a year. At this point I can’t even imagine going back to living in the city.”

“I do enjoy the silence when I work.” She laid down beside him.

Istvan put his arm under her head lying back down with his eyes closed. “Now close your eyes, Genna. Take a deep breath and listen.”

They laid there for a minute just silent and still. “This is maybe the best thing I ever felt.”

He leaned on his side. “Now that is a tragedy.”

She opened her eyes to his inches away. Her heart seemed to skip at the weight of his stare. Then he glanced above her head before looking at her again.

“On the count of three I need you to get up as quick as possible.” He reached for the machete attached to the side of his pack. “One...”

“What?” And then she heard it. A rattle and hiss.

“Two, three.” Istvan pulled her up with one hand as he cut the head off the striking timber rattlesnake.

She was in shock as he held up the body of the snake that was half his length. “It's okay now. It’s dead.” After dropping the carcass to the grown he put the machete away. “Are you alright, Genna?”

She nodded yes slowly even though she was still disturbed.

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angelkurenai · 5 years

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Hurricane - Dean Winchester x Reader (Detective AU) - Part 13

Title: Hurricane

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 5,558

Warnings: None

Summary: With one of the most dangerous serial killers on the loose and in your tracks you have no choice but to rely on the help of the police to ansure your safety. It doesn’t hurt that the detective in charge is the one of the most skilled there is and probably, well, definitely the most charming one you have ever seen. Or that his flirting with you takes your mind off the danger waiting for you right around the corner. & Based on: Imagine detective Dean Winchester flirting with you while working on your case.

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“I let her free, (Y/n). I was the one that set Amara free.”

The words felt like the weight of the world was on his chest, making it harder to breathe. He expected it to make him feel better, to feel as if it was all easier, and to feel like it would be a relief to let it all out but it was the exact opposite. His lungs were burning and he realized it was because he was holding his breath. But maybe he prefered the physical pain over the emotional he'd go through when he got to see the pain and surely later the hate flash through your eyes.

“Wh-what?” your voice was shaky and it came after a good few seconds “Dean what are you talking about? I- I don't understand. Wh-where is this coming from? What does it even mean?”

“It means-” he clenched his jaw for a second. He could take it back, take it all back and say he didn't know what he was saying and that he was too on edge because of the case to think logically. But he didn't. “It mean exactly what I'm saying. And I'm saying that I- I freed her. I set the monster free...”

“What- No, Dean this- This doesn't make any sense.” you shook your head, rubbing your eyes “You are not making any sense. You're-” you shook your head, inching closer to him and squeezing his arm “Are you sure you're alright? Maybe you're too tired a-and need a break. Some food and then rest should do it. I- I shouldn't have even tried to-” you cleared your throat, looking away with a deep blush on your face.

“No, no don't say that.” he said almost breathlessly, his hand falling on top of yours and giving a firm squeeze “Gosh, don't you ever take it back. Please, don't take it back.” his hand jumped up to cup your cheek before crashing his lips to yours, hard and passionately as he tried to savor the feeling and taste albeit quick, before he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours “I want you to... If you could just promise me that you won't.”

“I- I won't... what?”

“You won't take it back. O-or that at least, you won't say you hate me. I am sure you won't be able to keep... loving me the way you do now, but at least don't hate me please because I won't take it. I will keep loving you, just like now, I promise that-”

“Dean” you said more firmly this time but still with an incredibly soft and caring voice “You are really scaring me and what you're saying is just making no sense. What do you mean when you said you freed Amara- the monster- What is even that? I don't get it. What does freeing mean when-”

“It means freeing her. Literally. I-” but he choked on his words, rubbing his eyes tiredly “Amara...”

“What does Amara have to do with us now. We were just about to- It is just you and me, she's not even here.”

“She always has something to do with us because of- because of the secrets I've kept from you for so long.” he clenched his fists “She always has something to do with us no matter how much I try to get her out of our lives not matter how fucking much I want it to be just you and me. Hell of a fucking price to pay and I couldn't even see it coming. I was such an idiot, I- Damn it.” he ran his finger through his hair in frustration before pausing. He clenched his jaw and took a deep breath in but didn't look at you.

“I set her free, (Y/n). I freed her from her prison. Literally freed Amara. She is after you because of me, mostly because of me, and this-” his lower lip trembled “All that I want us to have together, can't happen because she is out there. Because of me.”

“What?” your voice came out hoarse, for the first time sounding so serious and so genuinely hurt that he felt your pain too. He almost winced “Is this some kind of joke?” it now almost felt void of any emotion “Cause it- it is only confusing and not funny at all.”

Despite his best judgement and despite his deepest fears he took a deep breath, jaw clenched as he looked up to face whatever was waiting for him. It was hard to read your expression and that nearly terrified him but he kept going “It's not. It could never be.” he heard you take a sharp intake “I- I know that this moment could be something so beautiful but I don't deserve it. Not when the truth can make you... hate me and I promised you I was going to tell you everything. We said no more secrets and lies anymore because you don't deserve that. Again you'll hate me but I'd much rather have that instead of-”

“Dean” you cut him off but there was no anger, no rage. Mostly unshed tears that made you choke up.

His eyes met yours and he felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach “It's what I was scared of telling you from the first moment, what I- I tried to protect you from. What it all lead up to. I mean it, (Y/n). She is free because of me, literally. That's what I've been hiding from you.” the gasp that still he heard from you, hand clasping over your mouth and the way you recoiled from him cut him deep but he didn't move. He sighed, resting his head against the wall.

It took actual minutes for him to gather all his strength to start speaking when you couldn't yet “I- I wish I would have told you sooner but I couldn't bring myself to. I was to scared to-”

“How?” you croaked out after what felt like an eternity. He finally looked at you – when he had closed his eyes he didn't know – and noticed that your eyes were red-rimmed and you were hugging your knees close to your chest. The small empty space between you felt like miles. “How did it happen?”

He stared at you for far too long before he sighed in defeat “It uh-” he frowned “Where did I leave off?”

It was mostly a rhetorical question but you did answer anyway “That you and Amara go way back.” there was an undeniable hiss to your voice but he couldn't tell if the anger was directed at him or the killer “You met her, in one of those places that officially doesn't exist, so that she could help you find and take down Abadon before she killed more people. Thanks to her... special skills you could track her before it became worse but Amara wasn't one to help you just for your pretty smile. And now I see... It was freeing her.”

“Well-” he licked his lips, shaking his head “Yes and no. I told you that I was in a dark place when I first got to meet her. Sammy and I weren't talking because of some stupid things I did in the business and then I guess I did even more stupid things by looking for her. No uh her only request was that I visited her, every week so that she could have someone to talk to. Her cell was one of the most secluded ones for obvious reasons and she spent most of her time if not all on her own.”

“And you did?” it was a whisper.

“And I did, yes. At first she wouldn't even give any information on Abaddon until she made sure I had visited her for three times in a row... I didn't have a choice. And at first it seemed so... easy. She didn't just help me track down Abaddon and end her. She helped me locate some equally dangerous criminals over the time which is partially my fault because she asked for more visits. I thought what was the harm in it, right? We were only talking and it was all for like ten to twenty minutes every time. If only I knew how high of a price to pay it actually was. She changed me, (Y/n). She changed me so much.”

“In what way?”

He noticed you hugging your knees closer to your body as your lack of trust and self-defense started to grow but didn't comment on it “Well for one, a partner of mine on the job died on the field essentially because I didn't care. I put his life in danger and did my thing even though he had a gun pointed at him.” he saw the horror in your eyes because you knew how he'd rather die than lose a partner on the job and yet had carelessly tossed somebody's life away like that “I- I almost beat Cas to death and stabbed him with a knife right then and there.” the shocked gasp that you didn't manage to hold back made his insides painfully twist just as much as seeing you crawl back from him.

But he didn't stop, despite the sight of your watery eyes “I did kill the Stynes though. Remember how they were a big thing on the news for so long and then they said they finally stopped? Well, guess who got captive and instead of putting them behind bars I just... I murdered them, (Y/n), in cold blood and I- I enjoyed it. I remember enjoying it and I-” he dragged a shaky hand down his face “It wasn't the first time. Killing was the way to get things done. I didn't even care to think about arresting anybody. I just used anything I could get to, not just my gun. Knives, blades, even a machete once... Don't know where I found that.” he felt a lump in his throat at the unpleasant memories.

He kept going “And the worst is that to this day I remember how much I enjoyed it. It scares me, more than myself has ever scared me. I was so under he influence that I didn't even begin to think that getting the job done had slowly started turning me into one of them. Until it was like... getting the job done wasn't even the point, wasn't even why I did it for. I tried to find excuses for it but I knew very well there were none. I-” a humorless, pained laugh came through his lips “I mean I even fought with Sam, real hard, punched him and beat him because he wanted to help me and I almost pulled a-”

“Stop! Please, just stop!” this time you nearly yelled, a sob rocking your body as he looked up to see a tear roll down your cheek – how you fought back the rest he couldn't understand – and to feel his heart break all over again especially as he heard your hoarse voice crack “Enough. Please... enough.”

“I need to tell you everything. I promised you I would and I need you to understand.” he watched you with careful eyes as you shuffled away from him and rested your back against the bed, chin resting on your knees but eyes on him “That wasn't me, (Y/n). It- it didn't feel like it was me, it didn't feel like I had control over my own body. It wasn't as if I was entirely gone but I still had no control over it, (Y/n). I thought I was going insane at some point. She ha such power over me every time I was around her, sometimes it felt like I was in a haze that I- I wanted to be free of it... free of her.”

“And that's why you let her out?”

“In a way. I- I was ready to die, (Y/n). I wanted to die.” it was obvious how the words made your eyes widen and despite his best logic, he felt his heart skip a bit at the concern on your face “I was. Ready to accept my fate before anybody else could get hurt because of me, especially the ones I love. I wasn't going to free her, (Y/n), no of course not but when Sam found out about my plans, well, he didn't take so kindly to it.”

“And he'd have every right to!” you nearly exclaimed this time.

“Yeah but he shouldn't have! He told Cas and he told other people and they- they got in danger to help me because of some stupid plan. He even got me into it, involved without me realizing it, and let her free. She was out of her cell, promised that nobody would go after her if only she let go of her- her hold on me, if she'd let me go back to my normal life and be myself again and that she, most importantly, wouldn't come looking for me. I could fight the control, could be myself again if I didn't see her, they saw it and thought-”

“So-” you raised a hand to stop him, realization starting to set down on you as your mind processed everything “So it was basically Sam that-”

“No!” he stopped you, shaking his head “No, it's my fault. Mine alone! If I had not gone to her, if- if I had not been so reckless and if now I had the strength to push her away and resist her then she wouldn't have had the chance to come for you again and again and again. She might want to lure Chuck out but if I could just resist her and end her when I had the chance then we wouldn't be running now.”

“Resist...” the word was a faint whisper coming from your lips as your eyebrows pulled into a deep frown for only a couple second until realization obviously dawned on you “She was saying the truth.”

Watching your eyes carefully he gave you a short nod before looking down at his hands “I can't fight her. I ca- I can't kill her, no matter how much I try. I couldn't do it any of the times I've come across her and I... couldn't do it the last time she tried to kill you with that knife and I burst in through the door. I just... let her go. I tried to fight her b-but I- I knew that it was in vain, that I wouldn't be able to hurt her – not really – which is just why I'm trying to find every way possible to deal with this without-”

“What?” your voice was cold and looking at you he saw more tears roll down your cheeks, but the look on your face made his entire body shake. He was wrong after all, the look he ended up receiving from you hurt far deeper than he feared. “Hurting her? It's what you've been avoiding to do all along, isn't it?”

“It's not that I don't want to, trust me it's not. I wish so bad I could, I want her dead with every fiber in my fucking body so that she can't hurt you anymore b-but-”

“You just can't be the one to do it huh?” the laugh that came from your lips was void of all emotions.

“It's like she's got this hold on me. Every time she is around I can't fight it. I know what I should do when I'm away but when she's there it's like I'm paralyzed and she doesn't even have to say a word to do it anymore.” a deep sigh left though and the rest of the words he wanted to say died in his lips when he saw you couldn't even look at him. Your head was turned away from his and a deep silence had set in the room.

“Have you really kissed?” your voice sounded hollow despite the range of emotions your face showed.

“Wha-” he started but knew there was no point in it. There was no point in wondering why you asked, why you wanted to know that in that moment during such a conversation. Because much as he hoped there was no jealousy on your face, only deep betrayal. “Once.” his throat felt impossibly tight when he heard the scoff of a laugh come from you. “O-only once though. Before I even met you. A-and it was her who- I didn't even realize it was happening at first and when I did I- I instantly pulled away. It wasn't-”

“Of course. Of course.” you pursed your lips, nodding your head “Well, at least now I can say that for once I know she was really saying the truth. You are a good kisser. Good for you, Dean. Real good for you, Dean! From the serial killer to the actual victim herself you've got us all! Quiet the achievem-”

“Stop. Please, stop.” it wasn't loud and it wasn't firm, nowhere as yours before. It was low and weak, hoarse even because he had no right to make demands but at the same time didn't want yo to do this to yourself “She doesn't mean anything to me, much less in the way you think. You and her- there is no comparing it. There is no woman in my life that could come before you, especially Amara! It's not- it's not even attraction, not in the real kind of way. Not as with you. I don't know what it is but to call it that... no.”

“Sounds lovely but-” you sniffled and there crumbled the few pieces of what was left of his heart “Would you say the same if she was in the room too? No better yet, would you do it if she was here?”

“Do what?”

“Kill her, Dean. If she was in this room, threatening me, threatening my life and you had to do it- would you? If you knew that she would kill me this time, would you stop her? If we were in the same room and you had the chance to, would you do it?”

It was a question that had kept him up far too many nights when the nightmares decided to give him a break. He could never get a break, not really. It scared him that a part of his mind couldn't immediately think of you and keeping you safe. It was that dark corner in his mind that he knew she had control over and that terrified him.

“I see.” you hummed, the silence giving you enough of an answer “You know you asked for my trust, more than once but... how can I give it to you when you don't trust your own self? We both know, you don't that you will direct your gun at her and not me when the time comes.” you got up, shaking your head before he could get a sound out of his parted lips “And for the record... it's not that I'd ever hate you for freeing her. Not after everything you went through because of her, no. Hate isn't even something I could feel for you.” there was a sort of numbness in your words and movements “But this, letting her go and hiding it from me- hiding that Dean... makes me realize how right I was to want to never see you again.”

He didn't get a chance to speak and say anything back though, not that he had anything to say, when your phone started ringing. Clearing your throat you picked it up with a frown “Sam?”

“(Y/n)? Ye-yeah, hey. Sorry to be bothering you b-but I couldn't get Dean. His phone must be dead. Is he there? Is he ok?”

“Yes. Yes he's here and he's just fine.” Sam might have missed the tone in your voice but Dean certainly flinched at it “Why what's the matter?”

“Well, uhm I don't have good news for you guys. Woman at the front desk said he called just half an hour ago and... he checked out. I went to his room and there are still a few things of his there so my best guess? He knows we're here and that we're after him looking for explanations.”

“Well, isn't that wonderful now? My luck is off the charts today.” you sighed heavily “So what do we do now?”

“Well, I'm finishing up here and will meet up with you guys so we can regroup.”

“Alright, see you soon then. Take care.” you mumbled before throwing your phone on the bed and glaring at Dean, although it was far too pained to be considered anywhere near harsh enough “Bet you're happy now. Chuck's gone, your girlfriend's safe.” you hissed, and before he could speak back “I need another shower, a cold one. Don't even bother.” the door slammed loudly.

~*~

“I still don't get how he might have known we are here. He clearly didn't see me because I would have seen him come out of the motel too. So why did he check out?”

“Well, for one did seem to have left in a hurry so it wasn't planned. But maybe it wasn't us he tried to get away from butAmara herself.” Sam shrugged.

“Away from or towards?” you spoke softly, earning a raised eyebrow “Maybe he got some sort of information we didn't have about her whereabouts. Listen I- I know she's all about luring him out and him hiding but- but last time I saw him, he didn't look like a man that wanted to hide anymore. If I know Chuck, and I do know him well, I'd say he looks like he has made up his mind... for something big.”

“Right, because your boyfriend is all about self-sacrifice and there when you need him.” Dean muttered entirely to himself but it didn't help that the room was so silent and you got to hear everything.

“Right.” you snapped though because you weren't the one at fault or had anything to hide. You had cried enough in the shower anyway so it was now the perfect time to be angry. “Because your girlfriend is all about killing me and everybody else on the other hand huh? Except for you. You have that in common?”

It hurt you just as much as it hurt him to say that final sentence but it was out there before you could stop it. If only it didn't make Dean wince and look down like a kicked pup which instantly made you want to gather him in your arms. You hated him for still having such an important place in your heart, despite every lie, and you hated yourself for not being able to push him out of it.

“Uhm guys?” Sam frowned, looking between the two of, unable to hide his confusion especially at the space you had put between you and Dean “What's going on? Did I miss something?”

“Luckily not as much as I had all this time.” you pursed your lips, holding his gaze for only a couple seconds until it started to dawn on him “Your brother will fill you in. I need some fresh air for now.”

Wrong words apparently. The second you had gotten up and placed a hand on the doorhandle while the other took hold of your jacket, another hand was placed on the door itself. Just as you got to open it an inch, Dean shut it loudly with a thud. His voice held no anger “What the hell do you think you're doing?”

“Getting as far away from you as possible?” you said with a tight-liped and somewhat sarcastic smile which only fluttered when you saw the way his eyes widened. For all that he'd done, you couldn't deny that it was obvious he regretted everything and that his care was real.

He cleared his throat and looked away for a moment “You know we're supposed to be hiding now, right? You can't just go about and take a walk like it's any other day. I'm doing this for you, I don't want you to get hurt and you can't... you can't think that's a lie too.”

“I don't.” your words were firm but less hostile as before “And I'm not stupid either. I won't risk it. Will only be gone for 50 minutes max. You said about the restaurant that's downstairs and I need time alone to think about my upcoming death. It's the perfect choice.”

“Nobody's dying. Not on my watch. Especially you.” he held your gaze, even though it hurt him “I will give my life if I have to. I promised you that and don't back down from a promise. No matter the cost.”

“Yeah, well-” your voice was so much softer and for a moment, a crazy moment he saw that you believed him and hoped that you wanted to go back to the way it all were just as much as him – one way or another, although it didn't last long “That's what you don't get. I don't care anymore whether I do or not. Because Amara was right that night, about everything.”

This time he didn't try to stop you, your words had left him too numb.

~*~

“He's not worth it honey.” the soft voice barely managed to register as you played around with the menu in your hands. Blinking you looked up to see the waitress pouring coffee in your mug.

“Excuse me?”

She smiled knowingly “The guy that has you looking like that. He's not worth it. No man is worth your tears, trust me I've been there and learned it the hard way. You'll find better.”

Just as she said that, you blinked away your tears “Thing is he's really the best I could ever find. I mean he... is ready to give his own life up for me. It's on me. I don't know if I can trust him anymore and he had warned me about it. I just was too naive to believe him.”

“Or too in love?” the smile on her face made you look down at your hands “Anyway, the trust thing- that still does sound like him to me. He has to gain your trust again, that's all. But even if he fails to I'd say you have... some options. Here.”

“Wh-what is this?” you blinked as you stared at the letter in an actual white envelope being handed to you by her. Opening it in a haste, because you could never know what Amara was up to and you had half a mind to just get up and run away, one word stood out the most: Plan.

“From the guy right there on the corner.” she said with a smile pointing in his direction “I'll be back to take your order in a bit.”

But you didn't even pay attention to her words when your eyes locked with his blue ones. The one person you'd been looking for. And he was there.

~*~

“Will you calm down a bit? It's been barely 45 minutes.” Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's constant pacing.

“Yes, and if she's not here in the next five I'm gonna-”

“Storm inside the restaurant and cause a scene while you're supposed to be hiding from a serial killer on the loose. Yeah, sounds like a brilliant idea!”

“Yeah, while going to get some fresh air is the definition of brilliant!” Dean threw his arms in the air “I can't believe how she can be so reckless. I understand that she doesn't trust me but-”

“But that's not the most painful of it all, is it?” he didn't really expect an answer and the look he got from Dean verified his every thought “Look there was no avoiding it, she would find out sooner or later. She won't do anything reckless, she's not like you, she knows how to take care and be careful no matter what is going on between the two of you. Not that it will last long.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Dean frowned deeply “She hates me Sam!”

“And yet no matter how much this hurts her, she loves you and she wants to forgive you. Didn't you see the way she looked at you?” Sam frowned “That's not a woman who hates you, not by any means. It's a woman who loves you very much, and whom you also love more than anything, but who has lost her faith in you. Or at least seems to be struggling with keeping it. You simply have to try to win her trust again.”

“Simply.” he scoffed a laugh “Nothing about it is simple, Sam.”

“Let me ask you, did she seem to hate you when you told her about how dark things got when she had you under her influence? Did she seem to hate you when you told her that you've killed others, even if they were criminals? Did she seem to hate you when you said you beat Cas?”

“W-well... no, she- She looked horrified, scared a bit but also... in pain. The kind of pain I went through.” he frowned at his own words, only now being able to realize it “Like she understood it...”

“So you tell her the most horrifying thing of all and all she does is feel your pain. But you tell her about the effect another woman has on you and she what? She then has trouble trusting you?”

“No” Dean pointed a finger at him when he saw the smirk on Sam's face “No, don't even think about that! And don't try to tell me so. She's- It's not about jealousy, this is not it because I told her I'm not attracted to Amara in that way. She can't forgive me because I let her go, it's different.”

“Maybe... or maybe that's part of the reason. You won't know until you try to get her back.”

“There won't be any of it, Sam.” despite everything, Dean shook his head, his words absolutely serious “I won't- I won't try to win her or her heart back, I don't deserve it. I had it for some time a-and that will have to be enough. I will end this, no matter how hard it is for both her and me to believe, I will do this for her but once it is over... I'll let her go. Let her be happy. 'S not like she won't find better.”

“You gotta be kidding me.” Sam threw his arms in the air “You two- You two are really the biggest idiots in the world. I can't believe this is really happening.”

“Don't worry, I'll give you another thing to worry about right away.” the smile on his face was cheeky but so fake Sam barely held back from wincing. Instead watched his brother put on his jacket and storm out, leaving him to run to catch up with him.

~*~

“Are you- are sure this is the place? Dean... she's not here.” Sam looked around, his voice and posture calm unlike his brother's.

“Yes, Sam. I'm sure this is the place!” he nearly yelled so loud that they drew attention from the few customers, he sighed, walking towards the cashier.

“I'm just saying, maybe she hasn't even been here at all.”

“We'll find out.” he huffed loudly, pulling out his phone mid-sentence and dialing your number. He looked around, pursing his lips and shaking his head “I shouldn't have let het get out on her own. I shouldn't- Damn it!” he grumbled “I shouldn't have let my feelings get in the fucking way from the very beginning. I shouldn't-” but the words got caught in his throat when he heard the voice. And it wasn't your voice.

“Missed me already Dean? Because oh I've missed you.”

Dean's face hardened even more and his jaw clenched. His eyes darkened and it took only a glance from Sam to realize who he was talking to. His own body stiffened, following him outside the dinner and let his brother put the phone on speaker.

“Where is she, Amara?” it came in a growl that was almost hard to make out.

“All in due time. Don't worry, she's not hurt but you might have to hurry. I'll give you the chance to see her one last time, I'm not heartless, if only my beloved brother comes to the show.”

“And how the hell am I supposed to find him?”

“Don't know, you're the detective. Might have to solve that one too hm? Good luck and... welcome to the final problem as a friend of mine likes to say.”

“No, Amara, don't! Don't-” but he was too late, only to end up roaring “Son of a bitch!” he all-but-threw his phone away but held back in the end, running his fingers through his hair in frustration “How the hell are we supposed to find Chuck, Amara and (Y/n) now?!”

“Well uh I think we're in the right direction.” Sam muttered, his eyebrows up when he faced a familiar person that approached them “Look, Dean.”

~~~

A/N:Two more chapters left after this! It was meant to be one chapter but it was getting so long that I thought you’d get bored so I’ve decided to split it in two. They are both coming next week. As of now, feedback is appreciated and tags are closed!

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Ties in Blood Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

Aaliyah shifted in an attempt to get comfortable in the backseat. Stuck in the car since John talked with the cops about a couple hours ago, she exhausted the small list of things to keep busy. New journal entry had been added to her own book. A detailed look through her father’s journal brought up nothing about vampires. Dean instructed Sam to pull over after getting off the phone with their father. She heard the frustration from Sam before he gunned the engine and raced around and in front of the truck John was driving.

“Sam, stop,” Aaliyah called out, bracing herself against the seats. “Not how I plan on dying, dude.” She looked out her window to see that the truck had swerved off the road and a visibly angry John emerging from it. “Not good.” She scrambled out the back seat as Sam stomped toward his father with Dean not far behind.

“What the hell was that?” John demanded, voice raised.

“We need to talk,” Sam answered. “About everything. What’s the big deal about this job?”

“Sammy, come on,” Dean managed to cut in. “We can do a Q and A later after we kill the vampires.”

“Your brother’s right,” John told the younger. “We don’t have time for this.”

“Last time you told us it was too dangerous for us to be together,” Sam recalled. “Now out of the blue you need our help? Something big is going down and we wanna know what it is.”

Aaliyah shifted her attention between the two men as the thought of which one she might be able to pull away if a physical fight broke out. She stood her ground when John instructed them back in the car.

“Okay, you made your point, tough guy,” Dean told Sam. “Look, we’re all tired and we can talk about this later. Sammy, I mean it, come on.”

Aaliyah took a half step back as Dean pulled Sam away from their father. She swore she heard Sam mutter this was why he left.

“What did you say?” John turned back around.

“You heard me,” Sam yelled.

“Yeah, you left,” John confirmed. “Your brother and me needed you. And you walked away.”

“Sam…” Dean started.

“Come on, Sam,” Aaliyah joined in. “Can’t we do this later?”

“You walked away,” John yelled.

Aaliyah forced herself between the two men before Dean could stop her even as he attempted to get them to stop yelling. She put her back to Sam and held her ground against John. The thought of picking up some martial arts lessons after the hunt passed through her mind. “Listen, you two. Stop it, stop. That’s enough.”

John tore his stare from Sam down to her. Aaliyah had prided herself on pushing 5’7”. There was still a good few inches between her and all three Winchester men and that a little seed of doubt she would be able to hold her own between father and son. John turned with a huff back to his truck as Sam got into the Impala.

“Remind me to teach you a few things after all this,” Dean told Aaliyah.

***

Aaliyah adjusted her posture against the tree trunk. One leg tucked under her while the other was bent at the knee at her chest. She peeked around the tree and watched the couple vampires before they disappeared inside the barn.

“Son of a bitch.” Dean’s voice was low in the curse. “They’re really not afraid of the sun.”

“Direct sunlight burns like a bad sunburn,” John said. “Only way is beheading. Yeah, they sleep during the day. But that doesn’t mean they won’t wake up.”

“Guess walkin’ right in isn’t the best plan,” Aaliyah commented.

“That’s the plan,” John said as he stood.

“Wait. What?” Aaliyah eased to her feet and stared after John. “What you’re saying … It’s insane.”

“Any more insane than how you took out that werewolf?”

“That was stupid crazy, and you know that. Do I need to show you the souvenirs from that hunt?” She resisted the urge to glance to the brothers in that want of having support. This was her fight. “Like it or not, I’m involved now. I didn’t grow up being a hunter, and I’m still learning. If you don’t like what I do, deal or let me go.” Aaliyah refused to flinch when John stared her down.

John shook his head with a sigh before muttering something under his breath. Aaliyah glanced over the brothers, who shot her a supportive smile each. She pushed away the feeling that she lost some standing with John even if she gained some with the brothers.

Back at the vehicles, Aaliyah kept an eye out in the off chance of the vampires finding them while the guys did a weapons check. Sam nudged her and handed over a machete while John finally brought up something about a colt. Aaliyah listened while John told of how a Samuel Colt, a hunter way back in 1835, made a special gun and thirteen bullets. The story went that he had used it half a dozen times before they both went missing. Until Elkins got it somehow.

“They say … it could kill anything,” John finished.

“Like anything supernatural?” Aaliyah questioned.

“Like the demon,” Sam added.

“Yeah, like the demon,” John confirmed. “Ever since I picked up it’s trail, I’ve been looking for a way to destroy it. With the gun, we may have a chance.”

Aaliyah looked down at the large blade Sam had given her and wondered what she had gotten herself into. This was way more than her own search a couple years ago. She kept quiet on the way back to the barn.

John eased opened a window and slipped through. Sam followed suit even as Dean motioned Aaliyah to go next. She disappeared into the barn even as her skin tingled from her heightened senses. The vampires slept in hammocks. Somewhere an empty bottle got kicked. Aaliyah watched the hammocks closest to her, but the vampires didn’t wake.

“Dean,” Sam whispered.

Aaliyah watched her footwork while she made her way over to where Sam called from. She caught sight of more and motioned over to them. Picking up a metal hook, Aaliyah managed to break off the lock. A glance over her shoulder showed that the noise hadn’t waken the vampire. The feeling that the rescue mission and grabbing the gun was a little too easy seeped through. Then a scream. Aaliyah grabbed her machete as she turned. The girl Sam was untying screamed and the vampires woke with a start.

“Boys, run,” John yelled.

Aaliyah took off with little thought toward the door. Somewhere behind her she heard heavier footsteps of the boys. She didn’t stop running until she reached the vehicles. She brought up the machete when Sam and Dean showed up, breathing just as heavy as she was.

“Dad?” Dean called out. “Dad!”

Aaliyah listened for anything that signaled the eldest Winchester was approaching. The thought that the vampires got him passed through her head before John charged up the slope.

“They won’t follow,” he told them, mostly to the boys. “Not until nightfall. Once a vampire has your scent … It’s for life.”

“Well, what do we do now?” Dean questioned.

“Find the nearest funeral home, that’s what.”

Aaliyah shared a confused look with the boys.

***

Aaliyah deflected the half-hearted punch from Sam and came back with her own. It had been John’s idea that Aaliyah learn some measure of self-defense. It was a decent idea since it kept Sam from pacing.

“This is taking too long,” Sam complained. “I should go help.”

“And leave me here in an awkward spot?” Aaliyah replied. “Sides, Dean’s got it.” She really didn’t want to be left with John, the sense that he felt like she still didn’t measure up to how he did things.

“Sammy,” John cut in.

He huffed as Aaliyah landed a punch harder than she intended. “Yeah?”

“Don’t think I ever told you what I did when you were born.”

Aaliyah eyed John as Sam pulled away from her. She stepped for the bathroom and left the door open a crack. Through it she heard John tell Sam how he put a hundred dollars into a savings accounts for the boys when college came around. John opened up to Sam, telling how after what happened he saw evil everywhere. Going from father to drill sergeant. That he saw his youngest son being alone, never what Sam wanted. John finished with how different they were. Sam countering with how they had more in common.

“Whatever happened to those college funds?” Aaliyah questioned when she emerged.

John smiled. “Spent it on ammo.”

Aaliyah looked between the two of them before laughing. Sam broke out laughing followed by John. She caught her breath as Dean walked in.

“Some heavy security for a bunch of dead guys,” he commented.

“Get it?” John asked.

Dean pulled out a bag from a pocket, then a jar containing a red liquid.

“You all know what to do.”

***

Aaliyah hated the twisting her stomach was doing. She wasn’t sure Dean would have even agreed to allowing her to drive the Impala for the plan. But he did as long as he was the one there to provide back up. Even knowing the three Winchesters were hiding near in the woods really didn’t help Aaliyah feeling safe. It was better than being out on the road, the hood of the Impala open, alone.

“Car trouble?” a woman asked. Aaliyah looked to see the female vampire from earlier. “Let me give you a lift back to my place.”

Aaliyah gave a half grin. “I’ll have to pass. I draw the line at practicing necrophilia.”

The other woman gave a sound like she had been wounded before grabbing hold of Aaliyah by the face and lifting her into the face. “We could have had fun. I like making new friends.” She lowered Aaliyah back down, but still held onto her.

Aaliyah tested the vampire’s strength in an attempt to free herself. “I’m not one to stay with a person like that for …. Well, eternity.”

An arrow appeared with a wet thuck through the vampire’s body, blood splattered onto Aaliyah’s clothes. It caused the vampire to release Aaliyah.

“Damn it,” the vampire cursed.

“Give it time, sweetheart,” John told her. “That’s soaked in dead man’s blood. Poison to you, isn’t it?”

Aaliyah watched the female vampire waver before collapsing. John instructed the boys to take care of the vampire while motioning Aaliyah over to the other vampire that had appeared.

“Take care of it,” he told her as he handed over the machete.

Aaliyah took the machete and stared down at the unconscious vampire. She positioned herself before bringing the blade down and cutting the head off.

She poked at a fire when John tossed a bag into the flames. The fire had been the first she started, something she was proud off. “That stuff stinks.”

“Saffron, skunk’s cabbage, and trillium,” John told her what was in the bag. “It’ll cover our scents until we’re ready.”

“Like she said, stuff stinks,” Dean chimed in.

“That’s the trick. Dust your clothes with the ashes and you might stand a chance of not being detected.”

Aaliyah sneered at the smell the fire was producing thanks to the bag as Sam questioned if the vampires would be going after the female. She heard in John’s voice that he was planning on taking on the nest on his own. “You gotta stop treating us … them … like this,” she spoke up, daring John’s wraith.

“Like what?” There it was, the wraith. The contained anger toward Aaliyah in her boldness in speaking against him.

“Like children.” Aaliyah stood, branch still in hand.

“They’re my children,” John told her, voice threatening to rise. “I’m trying to keep them safe.”

“That’s a load of bull,” Aaliyah countered.

“With all due respect.” Dean tossed in his support. “You knew Sam and I have been hunting. Hell, you’ve sent us on some hunts yourself. You can’t be that serious about keeping us safe.”

“And you were willing to let me take on that werewolf all on my own,” Aaliyah added. “Or did you forget that?”

“It’s not the same thing,” John argued.

“Then what is it?” Aaliyah could see that he was being worn down and the real reason was going to come out.

“Why do you want us out of the big fight?” Dean questioned.

John shuffled his weight just enough, the one sign he gave ground. “This demon; he’s one bad son of a bitch. I can’t make moves I would if I’m worried about keeping you alive.”

“You can’t be as reckless,” Dean surmised.

“Look.” John’s gruff wall went back up as he squared at Dean. “I don’t expect to come out of this fight in one piece. Your mother’s death … it nearly killed me. I won’t stand by and watch my children die as well.”

Aaliyah tilted her head just a little. There stood a man who had been broken, still was broken, by the death of his wife. It was one of those subjects that was still too sore to talk about even after all the time past.

“What happens if you die?” Dean proposed. “What if that happens and we coulda done something about it? You know what? I…” He stumbled over the next couple words. “Sammy’s right about this one. We should do this together.”

Aaliyah added her nod of approval with Sam’s.

“We’re stronger as a family,” Dean finished. “I just know it.”

“We’re running out of time,” John told them, argument finished with his word being last. “You have your job; go do it.”

***

Aaliyah swung her machete and took off the head of a vampire. She spun in place and reacted when another vampire was right on her. Continuing the spin, Aaliyah pushed the vampire away just enough so she could swing. Somewhere she heard metal on metal. Soon enough the people that she had seen locked up broke free of the barn.

“Aaliyah, let’s go,” Sam called out.

***

Aaliyah mentally cursed her lack of exercise. She was on top of it as much as she could back in college. Hell, two weeks after her first hunt she was out running again. Two years and hunts she lost count of, Aaliyah wasn’t sure how she couldn’t keep up. A whistle grabbed her attention before a crossbow was tossed at her. She barely caught it, the tip brushing against the ground. Arm muscles protested when she pulled back the string to lock up. A hand held up a couple arrows tipped with dead man’s blood. Aaliyah took them and notched one of them just as she stepped out onto the road. She lined the shot and pulled the trigger before seeing a vampire drop.

“Why can’t you just let us live?” the male vampire shouted. “We have just as much right to life as you do.”

Aaliyah reloaded her crossbow even as the vampire tightened his hold on Sam’s throat. She aimed just as John shot the gun. The vampire lit up from the bullet before dying. The female vampire Aaliyah and the Winchesters had earlier screamed even as they escaped.

***

Aaliyah put the last of her things in her bag. She could feel the tension between Sam and Dean even before John stepped into the motel room.

“Boys,” he called. Aaliyah kept her gaze down even as they turned to John. “Aaliyah.”

“Yes, sir?” Sam broke the tension.

“You ignored direct orders back there,” John pointed out.

“Yet we saved your ass,” Aaliyah counted, receiving a glare from John.

“You’re right.”

Aaliyah blinked a few times in shock. “I … am?”

“It scares the hell outta me,” John admitted. “The boys are all I got. But we’re stronger together; as a family. And you, Aaliyah, you’re one hell of a fighter. You’re … I’d be glad to count you as a daughter.”

Aaliyah smiled as a little pocket of pride and … something else grew. What was that something? A feeling. Like for once she actually had a group she could call a family and rely upon.

“Now, let’s go after this damn thing,” John said. “Together.”

“Yes, sir,” the boys responded as Aaliyah nodded.

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If I had my dream job I’d be at national parks every day, unfortunately our visits are limited to the weekends and we usually end up doing something we didn’t have time for in the week. It’d been a while since we’d been to a wild area and I was dying to go out and explore somewhere new and exciting.

I hit the internet looking for a new wild area to visit and after scouting all the green areas on google earth I found what seemed to be a decent sized national park called Khao Sip Ha Chan National Park. The name roughly translates to ‘The hill with 15 floors/ levels’ but after a little more internet sleuthing I found out it was the hill with 15 waterfalls. I checked with Carly and we agreed that the next free weekend we’d head out to see if it was any good.

Finally we had a weekend free of work, chores or any other weekend destroyers and we headed out to the park. It was a two hour drive away but as we got closer the dry rubber trees and pineapple plantations gave way to lush green jungle the likes of which I haven’t seen since we lived in the South and I was relieved to see the drive was worth it.

As we neared the main gate we began to see signs for wild elephants and I was beginning to get excited that we could actually see some cool wildlife at the park.

We payed our entrance fee (100 baht each) and began the drive from the main gate, through the jungle, to the second car park at the foot of the trail. We presented our tickets to the ranger and he lead us to a small notice board at the start of the hike. There was a map of the path that lead up to each of the fifteen waterfalls and back in a giant loop.

Below the map there was a warning which read:

‘The hike is 6km long’ (nice walk we thought)

‘Hikers are advised to wear suitable sturdy footwear’, (common sense, Carly was in Hiking shoes and I was in comfy trainers)

‘The hike takes at least 3-4 hours’, (we’ll have a slow walk and make it back in 4 hours)

The park ranger could not speak English so using our limited Thai we surmised that he was asking if we wanted a guide and he was telling us not to go off the paths. We told him in Thai don’t worry we don’t want a guide and set off down the path.

Not far down the path we noticed ranger was following us, must be because of the animals we thought, wouldn’t want to come too close to some wild elephants. A few minutes later there was the sound of a motorbike rattling up the rocky path and a new younger ranger joined us at the top of the first hill where the road stopped and the hiking trail began.

We introduced ourselves to our new hiking companion who was called Fang, he seemed nice enough and gave us space to explore by ourselves mostly. As we got deeper into the jungle the paths became harder to follow and Fang would have to point the paths out to us a lot of the time.

Despite having company we were enjoying the hike which was a rollercoaster of hills leading past each of the waterfalls. Soon there was no discernible path and Fang had to take the lead as we walked up the river through the jungle. Fang radioed in to his colleagues regularly at each waterfall we got to letting them know everything was ok which also let us know where we were as he’d say in Thai which level we’d reached.

Each waterfall was different and eventually we reached the 10th waterfall. I could not spot any path so I asked Fang where we were going and he simply pointed directly up at the waterfall. The confused look on my face prompted him to begin doing his best rock climbing impression. Gulp!

We climbed the right side of the waterfall with Fang in the lead doing his best to point out the best route for us and although it was quite steep we managed to make it up ok. Looking back down we were glad we wouldn’t have to come back down the slippery rocks.

So far our hike had been quite pleasant despite being almost all up and down steep hills. Unfortunately from this point on our hike began to become more, and more hellish, and here’s why…

The Path

We began to realise that not many people ventured up the waterfall this far as Fang was having to use his machete more and more to clear a path for us. The steep roller coaster paths were littered with fallen trees which created an awkward obstacle course we had to climb over or crawl under. Climbing under trees was the least of our worries though, as every waterfall after the 10th also involved climbing and each was progressively taller and more challenging than the last.

The Flora

On some of the steep hills there would be nothing to hold onto to help you up or down them. Surely there would be something to hold onto in the jungle you’d think, well you’d be right, there were lots of plants lining the path. Unfortunately some of these plants turned out to be rattan palms and snake fruit palms. If you don’t know these two plants, do me a quick favor:

Google ‘rattan plant’ or ‘snake fruit plant’ and you’ll see they are EVIL plants covered with three-inch long spikes that snap off in your skin when you bump into one or make the grave error of reaching out for something to stop you from falling.

The Fauna

Another aspect to our hike was the insects. It was too dry for leeches, instead we were swarmed by bees that were after the salt rich sweat that drenched our bodies. How they could stand the smell I have no idea, after 3 hours of hiking we were ripe!

It seemed like every branch was covered in small biting ants and what’s worse is they were on the branches on the sides of the waterfalls where you had no choice but to hang on and try to ignore them. Every time Fang cut through a dry piece of bamboo huge black ants would fall out on attack mode looking to exact their revenge on whatever they could find nearby……. usually us!

The arduous trek had taken its toll: the sole of my left shoe had detached, we had finished our water, our energy levels were waning fast and I was developing homicidal thoughts towards the incessant insect life.

Just when we were nearing breaking point we reached the penultimate waterfall and we began to see the light at the end of the tunnel. After this we’d be at the last waterfall and could begin the second half of the loop leading back to the head of the trail.

The 14th Waterfall was the highest yet and was 2-3 times bigger than the 10th and before we even asked I knew we’d have to scale it. I asked Fang to point out the route and this time his finger traced a zigzag up the right side of the waterfall and then through the waterfall from the right side, through the water to the taro plant (the one with heart-shaped leaves) on the left side of the waterfall.

I spoke to Fang and he told us that after climbing the waterfall there’d be more climbing after and the return loop was definitely more taxing than the trail we had taken so far. The rocks were slick with algae and we decided that it would be foolish to push any further and instead to head back down the path.

How the hell were we going to do all the steep waterfalls in reverse? Our spirits were broken, we’d been so close to the last level and now we were going to have to go back the way we’d come.

The first few waterfalls weren’t too bad to climb down but when we reached a waterfall and Fang took out the rope from his backpack we knew then, it was going to be challenging.

I made it down the waterfall ok and then stepped out onto rock which turned out to be slick with algae and came crashing down on my elbow. The impact sent a weird involuntary moan out of my lungs which Carly still teases me about. I found myself on my back in the river with a searing pain in my elbow and a very bruised arse. I manoeuvred myself into a more dignified position and gave my self a once over. I wiggled my fingers, stretched my arm out and everything seemed to be ok. Fang had come over at this point, probably to see where the dying animal was (Carly says the moan was really that weird) and sprayed something on my elbow which numbed it and then helped me up. I had to pay more attention, I was tired, and making stupid mistakes which was not helping.

Carly was the next to take a spill and landed awkwardly on some slippery rocks in the river twisting her knee and bruising her back and bum quite severely. It looked awful but she brushed it off as she always does but I could tell it had really hurt her.

We were both now sore, bruised and thoroughly fed up but thankfully we heard Fang radio in that we were at the 5th level and now he was on his radio more and more and we wondered what was going on, we heard a child’s voice so we guessed maybe he was talking to his son we’d seen back at the checkpoint near the car park.

Finally we rounded a bend and could see the very first hill we climbed. When we reached the top we saw 5 park staff all waiting with their motorbikes. This is why Fang must have been on his radio so much, we imagined he’d radioed in something like: “these Farangs (foreigners, in Thai) are dying you better pick them up with your motorbikes.”

We must have looked like we’d been in the jungle for weeks, our clothes were filthy from sliding down steep paths and waterfalls, the sole of my shoe was barely hanging on our pace would have fit in better in the walking dead than a Thai jungle!

We thanked the staff and tried to tell them we’d walk the last 15 minutes ourselves, we might as well finish, we’d come this far. The park staff looked at us in disbelief and insisted we get on the motorbikes. We thanked them but insisted that we’d finish the walk ourselves and began walking back down the path.

The staff passed us on the path and again offered lifts as they drove passed and we once again politely refused and they smiled at us and drove on.

We made it to the end of the trail after 6 hours of walking and we went to find Fang to thank him. We thanked him for his time and for the first time the whole day I noticed that Fang was looking a little fatigued, his face was flushed and hot and he was quite sweaty, I felt a little less pathetic now as even the expert was a tired by the hike.

We bought a few bottles of water from the small shop in the car park and sat down at a picnic table to drink them. We couldn’t help but laugh about how our relaxing weekend had turned out and how achy we’d be at work the next day.

This was one of the most hellish hikes I have done but it was a great reminder of what my body is capable of when pushed. Believe it or not I’d like to return to this park again not to walk to the entire trail but to explore more and take some more photos. The hilly hike meant that we’d had to have our hands free and the camera spent most of its time in the bag. These three butteflies are the only wildlife shots that we got that day.

Sullied Brown Sailor (Neptis nata goononata)

Harlequin (Taxila haquinus haquinus)

Magpie Crow (Euploea radamanthus)

So in summary, we had a hellish day but it makes for one heck of a story! We sweat, bled and almost cried but the feeling at the end of it all was one of accomplishment (and pain). Thailand never ceases to surprise us and I think after eight years of being here we’ve learnt to expect the unexpected, roll with the punches and go with the flow. Our lives are certainly more interesting for it and our bond with each other grows stronger with each crazy experience. TIT (This is Thailand 🙂 )

Jungle Hell If I had my dream job I'd be at national parks every day, unfortunately our visits are limited to the weekends and we usually end up doing something we didn't have time for in the week.

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