Hopelessly Human

33. Locomotive Breath

Season Eight

[We Need to Talk About Kevin]

ONE YEAR LATER

100 Mile Wilderness, Maine

A young man and woman were asleep in a tent. A bright light appeared outside and the woman instantly sat up and shook the man. "Will, get up. Something just happened."

The light outside disappeared and they heard footsteps approaching the tent. A tall figure walked past, followed by a smaller figure.

"Go. Go do something," the woman said.

Will turned to her. "W-what are we supposed to..." he grabbed a flashlight and went outside the tent. "Hello? Hello?" He stood for a moment, pointing his flashlight into the darkness. "It was a couple deer." He turned back to the tent door. "I don't know. It was like -- it was a deer or something--" he heard a noise and turned around and gasped. "Oh!"

Dean and Natalia stood there, bloodstained and dirty, holding an axe-like weapon and makeshift sword, standing in front of him.

"Where are we?" Dean demanded.

"What?" Will asked.

The woman walked out of the tent and Dean and Natalia cocked a gun at her. Natalia pointed hers at the woman and Dean pointed his at Will.

"W -- hey, hey."

"Where's the road?" Natalia asked.

Will pointed. "Twelve miles, that way."

The siblings kept their guns pointed at the couple and Dean grabbed a backpack from the ground and they ran off.

Clayton, Louisiana

FOUR DAYS LATER

An orange pick up came to a stop and Dean and Natalia got out. The driver pointed directions. Dean and Natalia walked down the road. Dean was holding his left arm.

By the time night arrived, they reached a stone pillar marking land that said 'Lafitte'. Dean read the sign and he and Natalia walked onto the land. They carried shovels, and Dean was still holding his left arm. They paced slowly and purposefully from a windmill.

"This better be you, you son of a bitch." Dean muttered.

They started digging and Dean grunted in pain. Eventually, when it was deep enough, they threw the shovels down. Dean hoisted himself to sit on the edge of the grave and held his left arm. "All right."

Dean stood up over the grave. "Hold on, you bastard." He rolled up his left sleeve to reveal his red, glowing forearm. "Hold on!"

Dean cut his left arm with a large knife. "Anima corpori..." he held his arm out over the grave and the red growing liquid dripped from his arm onto the bones, "Fuerit corps... totem resurgent."

He groaned in pain as light played over the bones. As the light vanished, he dropped to the ground. "Wow." Natalia ran up to him, checking him over. "I'm good." He rolled down his sleeve, still gasping in pain.

A man appeared behind them.

"Wow. That was fast," Natalia stated bluntly.

The man looked at Dean. "No thanks to you. The hell took you so long?"

Dean got to his feet, still holding his arm. "You're welcome."

The man cracked his neck and Dean asked, "Everything working?"

"Good enough," the man replied, opening his mouth wide, revealing his vampire teeth. They retracted as he closed his mouth. "So... what now?"

Natalia shrugged. "Like we talked about, I guess."