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Entry tags: | challenge 1, dean winchester, proginoskes, sam winchester |
i_amangels Challenge #1 - Boo. [Winchesters!]
Proginoskes never had any doubts about how odd he looked in terms of life on Earth: there was no species that quite resembled a giant ball of wings with more eyes than any creature ever needed. Birds came close, but no birds ever breathed fire. He'd taken to wandering around invisibly, just to save himself the trouble of dealing with people staring at him. It was a very uncomfortable and off-putting thing to put up with, even if he did have a habit of staring, himself.
There was a certain element of chaos in the City that hadn't been there before. He didn't quite understand it - surely, without all of the metallic distractions humans had made for themselves, they could actually try and think about what they were, and what they should be doing.
Progo was a bit ruffled. It was the only explanation for why he suddenly materialized inside what appeared to be a bar. It was certainly crowded. Alcohol seemed to be popular when things went badly. One moment, he was hovering around next to the bartender, staring at the variety of bottles lining the wall and taking in all of the colors.
Then someone was pointing at him, and then he realized he wasn't invisible.
The pointing and staring was followed by a moment of shocked silence, and then, probably, the realization that he was actually a real creature. Then the screaming started, and the panic. The bartender tried to smack Proginoskes with a baseball bat, but a wild, instinct-driven burst of flame took care of that. People ran out into the street. A few dropped to their knees and started praying, drunkenly. Most simply fled, babbling things about angels and demons and dragons.
Inside the bar, Proginoskes drifted over the barstools, feeling rather smugly proud of himself, despite the trouble he caused.
Silly humans.
From: [info]i_lurvejess Date: 03/31/2006 15:51:00
Left to driving for one of the few times in his life, Sam Winchester was cruising the city and helping Dean scout for any supernatural activity. Since the two of them really had no clue what The City was -- and couldn't really leave, either -- they figured they might as well check everything out. You know, check for ghosts, demons, supernatural activity that they could kill while they were there. Good plan, right? They thought so.
Lifting his left hand to rub his head while he drove with the right, Sam was kind of zoning out rather than listen to whatever Dean was talking about. Metallica played in the background as always, and that's really all that he was paying any sort of attention to apart from the road. The boys really were kind of the worst patrollers, going on about nothing important while the other wasn't paying attention to anything. Eh, what can you do? They're in their mid-twenties, it's unavoidable.
Changing lanes to pass another car, Sammy just continued to nod and hum his Mmhmm's at Dean's rambling. Whatever, man.
From: [info]i_exorcise Date: 03/31/2006 16:03:16
Dean was bored of looking at the city, especially when he could have sworn stuff was where it wasn't before. Something that earned him the standard, you're crazy' look from his brother. So he played passenger today, rambling on about the hot cop chick they'd run into that time, sparing details of his most recent encounter with her.
"Man. She seems kinda fmailiar though, you know? Like, her name or something," he thought a moment, "I can't remember her last name though," in fact, he couldn't remember if she'd even told him. "But I still feel like I know her from somewhere. Hey Sam. Did we know any girls named Sara when we were kids. Sam..." Dean said, looking to his brother when he hadn't gotten a response. "Sammy, are you listening to me?"
From: [info]i_lurvejess Date: 03/31/2006 16:12:18
Quit lying. Dean's just lazy, and Sam knew it. He continued driving without pause, still just not really paying attention. There wasn't much going on, and he couldn't pay attention to nothing. Right?
"Yeah," he nodded, glancing back and forth as they took a left onto the next street. Sam was bored of that one. He saw some sort of bend in the light, probably from some serious heat down the road. What the hell? When Dean asked if he was listening, he opened hazel eyes wide and looked back to his brother. "What? Yeah, of course I was listening. No, I don't think we knew any Sara's... Dean, look at that heated air." He pointed, just in case Dean decided to be lazy and blind that day. "Think we should check it out?"
From: [info]i_exorcise Date: 03/31/2006 16:25:40
Of course Dean hadn't seen it. He was laying down, hi? Sitting up, he looked where the tiniest Winchester had pointed and squinted some. "Just looks like somthin's burnin, Sam. We're not firemen," he turned and gave his brother a duh look before leaning back into his seat.
After a second or so, he looked to Sam again and raised a brow, "We're not firemen...are we?" Because he so didn't do the suspenders thing.
From: [info]i_lurvejess Date: 03/31/2006 16:33:02
Oh, okay. Sorry about pointing that out there, Dean. "Yeah, but still... We should check it out," he replied, putting both hands on the wheel. He sped through a yellow light to get there quicker, and that was when he noticed all the people huddled outside. They looked like they were... Praying?
Sam rolled down a window as they drove by, listening to people's yelling. There was smoke everywhere in the building, but it seemed to be confined to one spot. That's odd. "I heard demons, angels, dragons, Dean. I don't think this is anything normal." He pulled into a parking space farther down the road, shut the car off and stepped out. Another blast of fire had him with his arms up blocking his face, as if the fire could redirect and hit them.
"That's not normal, Dean!" Sam went for the trunk.
From: [info]i_exorcise Date: 03/31/2006 16:51:54
His brow creased when he saw the people huddled outside. When eh rolled his window down, he looked back to his bro, a little nod to park further away because, uhm, hi, no hurty car, plz.
Getting out of the car, he leaned against the back passenger door before the stream of fire came out. Rolling off of his side, he moved to pop open the trunk just as Sam had moved to the back. "Okay okay," he chuckled a bit, "chill out, Sammy. You act like you've never done this before." Once the trunk was opened, he shut his door, then moved behind the car.
Grabbing the Mother Mary bottle of Holy water, because, hi, fire? Water puts that stuff out. He looked over to his lil bro, "What do you think it is?"
From: [info]i_lurvejess Date: 03/31/2006 17:27:47
Well yeah, of course Sam would park farther down. Why would he just leave the car sitting outside a place filled with smoke and people huddled on the ground? Gosh Dean. "Sorry, Dean, if I'm worried about all those people huddled outside a bar that just exploded." Jeeez.
Grabbing one of the pistols they had in the back, just in case, he tucked it into his waistband. "You're the expert here," he reminded Dean, lifting his eyebrows as he grabbed some more rock salt ammo. "What do you think it is?" He was heading for the bar.
From: [info]i_exorcise Date: 03/31/2006 18:01:06
Dean shrugged, loading the his shot gun with a few rounds of salt rock, "It could be a lot of things, Sam." Finishing, he turned to look at the people again, then in the building. "Hell. It could be any demon. Probably not an angel..." he grinned and turned back to his brother, "maybe it's a dragon!"
From: [info]i_lurvejess Date: 03/31/2006 18:17:15
"Maybe it's what got mom and Jess," he offered the brunette, eyebrows still up. Damnit, Sam still wanted revenge. Who wouldn't, though? I mean, really. "Dean, stop joking around." An annoyed look.
He came up to the bar and just sorta, peeked inside. Couldn't really see much with all of the smoke, but that seemed to be clearing... And whatever the hell this thing causing the fire was, it wasn't human. He could tell that through the smoke. A cough. "You recognize that?" His eyes were kinda watering.
From: [info]i_exorcise Date: 03/31/2006 18:38:22
"I thought about it too, Sam, but why would it be here," he asked and nodded to the bar, then moved closer to it. Holding an arm up, to shield his pretty face from the heat, he squinted through the smoke, making out the outline of whatever the hell was in therte. "Not really, no," he couldn't get a good look, either. "How do we get in?"
From: [info]i_amangels Date: 04/01/2006 01:32:52
[$&@*(&$* storm making the $*&@#* Internet asplode. It might keep happening until I get back to school on Sunday, too. Grr.]
Proginoskes was obviously not a chemist. If he had been, he would've known to suppress the flames around the myriad of colorful bottles around him. But no.
The flame that had touched the baseball bat had jumped when the bartender had thrown the object to keep from being burned, and now there were small explosions of bottles sending shards of colorful and pointy glass everywhere.
Oh dear...
He blinked three eyes, and drifted towards the door, a dozen eyes opening wide to see through the haze of smoke clouding the way.
From: [info]i_lurvejess Date: 04/01/2006 08:51:09
(aw. XD it's okay, liz. completely understand. ♥)
Misjudged chemistry, indeed. If that wasn't the sound of alcohol burning and exploding out of control, then Sam wasn't really sure what it was. "Dean," he backed up a step, hand on his brother's closest arm. "It's coming closer." He announced the absolute obvious, as he was prone to doing.
Pulling the handgun from its safe spot in his waistband, Sam lifted it and held it at a defensive position. It wasn't floating right in front of his face, but was somewhere to the side of his hip for easy access.
And then he got a look of the thing, and his own two eyes widened. "Holy shit." That's when he lifted his gun stock full of rock salt and got ready to fire. "How... What the hell is that?!" Dean!?
From: [info]i_exorcise Date: 04/01/2006 09:01:51
Not only did it sound like that, it smelled like that. Which really was nice, ever had something in a Bourbon flambe reduction sauce? Really nice. Setting his hunger aside for a moment, Dean watched the thing move closer, and yes, his eyes bugged as well.
He'd raised his shot gun and aimed it at the thing, "I have no clue," and that was unnerving. It didn't look like anything he'd ever seen, or vaguely heard of. "H-how many eyes is that, Sam?" He asked, shifting uneasily.
From: [info]i_lurvejess Date: 04/01/2006 09:10:22
All Sam was thinking was, holy shit. That is a huge fucking angel demon dragon thing, whatever the hell it was. He wouldn't fire until it gave him reason to, so Sam just moved back another step as it came forward out of the smoke.
"You don't know what it is?! Dean, man," he let his eyes disconnect from the thing for a moment to glance at his brother. He was about to complain about how Dean should know whatever the hell that was, especially since it was so weird a thing, but the brunette cut in before Sam could. "More than two!" He replied, not really caring much to count. If Dean wanted to know, he could count them himself.
From: [info]i_amangels Date: 04/01/2006 15:34:57
Oops.
More people. By now, he'd recognized what a firearm was, and what it could do - what it was supposed to do. He wasn't overly worried by their appearance here. Humans seemed to have an inclination to bring them out whenever something new appeared.
They didn't look as frightened as he'd expected, though. Plucky, perhaps.
Proginoskes stopped drifting and simply hovered. Then he tried communication. It was entirely possible that they wouldn't 'hear' him at all - people who weren't used to strange things, and who were used to throwing up fronts to convince themselves they were people they weren't, tended to miss his mindvoice. But there were strange breeds of humans here.
Don't try to count. I've never figured it out, he said, and sounded amused.
From: [info]i_exorcise Date: 04/01/2006 16:27:14
"Why would I know what the hell it was? I don't know what every spirit, demon, creature, whatever the hell this thing is, is." He wasn't sure if what he'd just said made any sense at all, but really, really didn't care.
"More than two," he mumbled to himself, "THANK YOU, captain obvious. I'm glad you...can...count?" Dean blinked when he heard another voice. "Did you...Sam you heard that, right?" PLEASE tell him he hasn't finally gone off his rocker.
From: [info]i_lurvejess Date: 04/01/2006 21:33:14
When Proginoskes spoke to them, Sam turned his head about trying to figure out who in the hell had just spoken to him. Was it someone huddled on the ground? No, couldn't be. It sounded closer, like someone was whispering in his ear. Another look to Proginoskes and his mouth fell open a bit. Was this thing telepathic?
"Dean," he backed up another step. It wasn't trying to hurt them yet, and apparently it was keeping the peace -- for now -- so Sam felt that it would probably be okay if they had a bit of a pow wow. Not a full one, though, just a bit of a talking back and forth. "Do you think it's telepathic...?" Maybe it had to do with his powers. Not listening for his brother's reply, Sam continued with aiming his gun at the hovering bunch of eyes and wings and whatever the hell Progo was.
"What, who are you?" He asked. Maybe this thing was intelligent, seeing as it answered Dean's question logically.
From: [info]i_amangels Date: 04/02/2006 16:03:18
Even if he had no visible ears, Proginoskes was capable of hearing, thanks. He blinked a few eyes at the two men, more curious than afraid. They were different. Not many people ever tried to talk to him, and even fewer actually understood him.
They seemed to have heard him, at least.
A cherubim, he replied dutifully. Not a cherub. Not a weakling little baby with useless little wings. Cherubim.
Though, technically, he was still young - but certainly not a baby.
From: [info]i_exorcise Date: 04/03/2006 13:22:43
"Unless I've lost my mind, yes," he said, answering his brother, the shot gun crossed over his wrist, still well aimed at the, thing. He looked between his brother and Proginoskes when Sam posed another question. When it was answered, he raised a brow.
"Cherubim?" A glance to baby brother before he looked back to Progo, "Don't look like no angel I've ever seen." he thought a moment on if he'd ever seen a really angel, then shook his head clear. "Not to meantion, you're just one...thing," he leaned toward Sam, speaking softly, "one ugly thing, at that."
From: [info]i_lurvejess Date: 04/03/2006 13:36:23
"Shut up, Dean," he said when Dean leaned over, shaking his head. If this cherubim really was telepathic, then Dean was just asking to get toasted like that bar. Though Sam wasn't really intending to shoot the thing, he still had his gun raised and at the ready.
"Aren't cherubim supposed to be a mix of astrological symbols," he asked Dean once he was finished with his clever jokes. "Taurus, Leo, and something else..." He glanced to Proginoskes, who was definitely not what he'd seen of cherubim when flipping through books when the boys were younger. Oh well, he'd seen a lot more that was pretty different. Anyway, he was a little bit rusty on the whole astrology thing. Couldn't blame him for trying, but he wasn't completely sure that that's what he saw of cherubim. "And they were like angels?" Hazel eyes darted back and forth between Dean and Progo.
From: [info]i_amangels Date: 04/03/2006 15:54:46
Luckily, Proginoskes wasn't really telepathic. He just didn't have a mouth, and needed some way to communicate with words. Through the mind seemed to be the next best way to do so.
I am a singular cherubim, he repeated, and all but two of his eyes closed, the remaining mismatched pair - one huge and human and blue, the one a green cat's eye - left to blink at the brothers. I am not one of your angels. I do not greet people after they die, I do not live on top of clouds, and I do not play the trumpet. I count stars.