Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2010-10-19 11:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | gen, rated: adult, supernatural |
Fic: They Taste As Sweet 1/1 Supernatural
Title: They Taste As Sweet.
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
Characters: Dean, Goblin
Words: 823
Prompt: 13 days of Halloween
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: N/A
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Language, Violence, Monster Death.
Summary: Dean is called upon to make the sacrifice.
Author's Note: No babies were eaten in the making of this fic.
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A warm breeze kicked up the dead leaves. They rustled, tumbling in a wave over the cemetery.
Standing among the tombstones, Dean watched trees sway. Their wiry branches clacked against each other like old bones. If there was a worse place for this meeting, he couldn't think of one.
The cry ripped through the evening air. Petulant and angry, the baby's voice expressed all the rage it could have mustered.
He prayed that it was enough. The thought of going any further sent a chill down his spine. It had been a bad idea to start with. No way would he have gone with it if those idiots in town hadn't let it get so far. They had tried to tell them, he warned them specifically.
Now it came down to actually making the sacrifice.
The baby's cry filled the cemetery again. His voice echoed off the mausoleums in the distance.
Shifting to the side, Dean rolled his eyes. "Come on already!" If this fucker didn't show soon, he was going to have to burn this whole fucking place down. No way was he hunting for it grave by grave.
As if in answer, a foul wind kicked up. The stench of a rotting corpse wafted on the breeze.
This was it. He rolled his shoulders to ready himself. The bad mother was about to reveal itself and then he could get down to business.
Voice like desiccated leaves rasping together, it spoke to him, "you brought it?" It came from no where and every where at once.
Dean hated when they did that.
Another cry came. This one was higher pitched, almost afraid.
"That answer your question, ugly?" Keeping his voice low, Dean tensed in anticipation. He was glancing over a large stone angel when he caught something out of the corner of his eye. Movement off to his right had him spinning and reaching into his jacket.
There was a large, stone sarcophagus under several large trees. Their low hanging branches brushed against the crack marble top. What figure that had been carved into it had lone been worn away.
It's fingers slid over the remains of the stone figure. Another hand joined it, sliding in the opposite direction to give balance. When they were placed, set to pull something up, the top of its head appeared. Pale, sallow skin was mottle by green blotches. Sunken eyes blinked, black as runny ink.
"Man," Dean swallowed as he took a step back, "you are a whole new level of ugly."
"Produce the infant!" It's words came out in a harsh growl, thick with flem. As before, the words came from no central direction.
"Uh, about that." Looking down at his feet, a smirk twitched Dean's lips. He stood up straight. When he met the creature's eyes again, he let it fully bloom. "I kinda didn't bring it." He held up the hand that he had placed in his jacket. The silver plated cover of the voice recorder shined in the dying sunlight.
The creature's hands clenched around the marble. It cracked under the strain as it attained full height. Lanky arms pulled the droopy belly of the creature over the stone sarcophagus. "You dare trick me, boy! Your death will be legendary!"
Dean winced at the booming scream. Still, he did not back up. "Not really. You see, that's not the only thing I brought." Pursing his lips, he ripped the air with a loud whistle.
From several directions the sound of booted feet came tearing through the leaves. The crackle of crushed leaves filled the cemetery.
Jerking its head around to see, the creature froze on top of the monument. It snarled as tiny flames came into view. "You think to burn me out with torches?" Its chuckle was viscus, almost dripping with fluid.
"Again, not really." His lips curled on one side as Dean shook his head. It felt good. He felt good. "I figured one flame thrower wasn't enough. So, I brought several."
The creature screamed. Its horrible booming voice rang out. Before it could leap, the first pillar of fire caught it. Soon, three more streams of flames joined in and the monster shrieked. Stained glass in mausoleums across the cemetery exploded from the dying screams.
Five more sprays joined the first four. Soon the entire sarcophagus was engulfed in a raging flame. The stone exploded from the heat, causing it to crumble. Atop it, the monster lay still as the flames consumed it.
Dean watched until the last of the creature was reduced to ash. Maybe next time he would be called in before this was necessary. This had cost him only a little time, they had lost something more precious.
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he walked away. He glanced out over the horizon. The last rays of the sun dipped beneath the trees and left only the glow of the evening behind.
THE END............................