Amaranth

Summary: Dean and Sam are once again sacrifices, to something supernatural. This time a God! And Dean is like, Not Again! But what happens when This bored Goddess decides the brothers are more fun alive, but not as humans, but as GODS!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any character there in.Rating: 17 and upAuthor notes: This story was inspired by Zannes "Pagan Gods Verse" 9and yeah she knows about this story). Warning, to read past chapter 4 or 5 you must ask Zannes to befriend you. But trust me it is Soooooooo Worth It!!!!!


Warning: No wincest. But there may be some compromising gay moments! For laughs.

Accompanying song: "Amaranth" ~ Nightwish

Ch.1 A Change In Season

Dean woke up, his head pounding like a piston. He tried to open his eyes, his head lolling back and forth at the the sheer stress of will trying to maintain consciousness. His vision was blurry. The smell of smoke and incense filled the air, along with the heat of a large fire. Combining this with what his vision perceived, he put the pieces together, that what he was seeing as a big dancing orangish glow was a large bonfire surrounding him completely. He tried to move his body, but found his arms bound together above him and body restrained in a standing position. His back against something hard and curving behind him.

"Sammy", Dean called fuzzily, his voice sounding slurred. Making it sound like he said "Ah-Me"

An answering moan from behind him, was all the reply he got. Good thing he'd heard Sam answer that
way before, because it could have been any tall gangly figure tied behind him.

Dean cleared his throat wanting to sound coherent, " Sammy? That you? You sound like shit."

Another moan and a cough. "Yeah." Sam croaked out. "You sound like shit too."

"Thanks." he chuckled, "Can you move?"

Dean heard rustling, as he assumed Sam checking his bonds, "Nope"

"Great." Dean sighed laying his head back against what he was now surmising to be a sacrificial pole.

The small little town they had been investigating (before he woke up) was, Fountainsville. Two people, every spring and fall equinox had gone missing without a trace near the town since over the past forty years (and shock! no leads over all that time as to what happened to them). Which could have been anything as all sorts of nasty's like sacrifices on those days. While that was bad in itself, the strange part was they were disappearing at the wrong time of year. The pattern had changed. Now it seemed they were being sacrificed for Mid-Summer. Which in all wasn't too much of a difference. People were dying, and needed to be saved.

It was supposed to have a simple case. At first they thought it was just some over-zealous floozy sacrificial demon worshiping cult. But there was no sign of demonic activity surrounding the town. Hell it was exactly the opposite of demonic activity. Instead of dyeing crops, there were healthy fields. Instead of mutilated and dead livestock, there was double the normal number. Infect the small town seemed to be doing quite well for itself. Proof enough when a man by the name of Joe Read struck oil on his property not only making him rich but giving the town a new resource for jobs and wealth. To the Winchesters it sounded like Burketsville all over again

But things were never as easy as they seemed when you were a Winchester. So it soon became apparent they weren't dealing with "Demon" worshippers, but actually "Pagan God" worshipers. Which is all sorts of ways worse. Demon cults are easier to deal with, their small in number, and are usually just some hippies hopping it up on weed. Occasionally they got homicidal, but most weren't very well adapted in hand to hand combat or with weapons, unlike the Winchesters who were like Jedi.

God worshipers on the other hand are a whole nother ball game. They tended to contain whole communities, some even stretching as far as a few towns. Gods are also a lot more demanding in their needs, but the pay off for dedicated worshipers pays off a lot big time in wealth and prosperity of the territory the Gods protect. Demons on the other hand can do basically the same thing except there more likely to kill you when their done using you. Course you piss either a demon or a god off you won't want to even be in the same planet let alone the same town as one.

The town folk got wind of them snooping around as the time of their sacrifice was drawing near at the spring equinox. They tried to ban them from town at first on some claim of disturbing the peace, but being the persistent little do-gooders they were they snuck back in at night fall. But apparently they must have gotten some warning system at the town border, or were just THAT paranoid cause no later did they sneak into town they were knocked unconscious as they got to the barn they'd marked early as a pen for keeping the people they held as sacrifices.

Needless to say the townsfolk got one up on the Winchesters. Instead of rescuing the would be Sacrifice-ees' , they now very apparently would be the sacrifice-ees'. Dean had been sacrificed (or attempted sacrificed) to Gods before. And every time they were strung up, hog tied, and set out like some kind of thanksgiving turkeys on a dinner table. Dean really, really HATED Gods.

"Sam?"

"Yeah".

"How many times now do you think we've been used as sacrifices?"

Sam chuckled, "More than I feel like counting?"

"Figured as much."

A few moments passed and suddenly he heard a soft sigh to his right, too female to be Sam. Though sometimes Dean thought that could be questionable, Sam could be such a girl. Straining, he turned his head in the direction of the sigh. What he saw, on any practical day would have drove his libido into overdrive and cause him to drool the Niagara. Who he saw was a tall and slender naked woman, with curling red hair. Her skin was pale with an almost luminescent sparkle. Her breasts were luscious and full. Lips ruby red and plump as roses. Hair soft a lengthy down to her hips. She was a goddess alright, and reminded him of one of those Greek statues, unmoving and everlasting. Heck she'd probably had a few made in her honor, pending on whose goddess she was.

Well, he thought, if he was going to die, at least he would die by the hands of a beautiful woman. Even if she was about to eat him alive in excruciating agony.

The woman came closer to them, circling the pole. A predator examining her prey. After a few moments she stopped in front of Dean with a satisfied look.
"I must say you two must be some of the most handsome offerings I've ever had. I bet you'll both be tasty." she spoke, voice like a bell with a glinting smile full of perfect white teeth.

"I wouldn't say that. I bet my brother back there'll give you gas. And being such a lady of your figure, he'd most likely go straight to your hips!" Dean said with a smirk.

"Awwww, that's nice. It's trying to stall." she giggled. "And what would happen if I ate you I wonder?"

"Sorry but I think I'm a bit to spicy for such a sweet bitch as you"

She threw her head back, hair flying like waves, in a hearty laugh, then looked straight into Dean's eyes. "Ooooh, I have waited sooooo long for an offering as lively as you."

She leaned into Dean then. Her body pressed close, leaving no space between them. Making him feel slightly uncomfortable, as his body reacted to her presence. Which made him swear to himself that if he ever got out of here alive that he was going to learn how to tame his downstairs brain. But his thoughts were fleeting as his head swam, as he breathed her in. Her scent like a field of flowers and deep woods. Intoxicating, he found himself moaning in pleasure. Wanting more of her. She obliged by pressing closer to him, her right cheek against his, smelling him, and giving out her own moan of pleasure. Her arm reached up to his head, petting his hair. Soft lips to his ear she whispered almost purring, "And what is your name? Hmmmm, sweetheart?"

His breath caught in his throat. He tried to fight the compulsion to suddenly answer her straight away. His mind seeming to think suddenly that if he pleased her that she would reward him, in any pleasure that he desired. And God, that sounded like such a good idea.

"Fuck you bitch", he managed to stutter out, his breathing coming in heavy heaving gulps of air.

"Oh I will.", she purred, nipping at his ear. Then taking her long pink tong and lapping up the beads of sweat tricking down his forehead. "In time." she chuckled pulling back to stand in front of him again, "In time, I most certainly will. Dean.

TBC...