"Run!"
They didn't have to be told twice. Heavy and accelerated footfalls plant the pavement. The Winchester did as they were told, by whom, they'd figure out later.
"Duck!" A woman's voice gruffly commanded and the boys did. They both felt a strong gust of wind brush their backsides as they belly flopped on the concrete. Dean rolled over on his back and took a blind shot at what just rushed past them. Another pair of boot clad feet rushed to where the boys were, letting out a string of probable profanities in another language.
"I didn't say shoot" She angrily said.
"Sorry I broke the chain of command General Xena. I was more concerned about saving our asses!" Dean shot back
"Dean…It's coming back!" Sam was already on his feet and running. The two angry individuals followed suit.
"That's why you shouldn't shoot at it, gago" The petite woman screamed as she ran.
Whatever it was, it was loud, angry, nasty and fast. It let out an ear piercing howl and dive bombed at them. Sam, being the tallest, was placed at a misfortunate disadvantage. As soon as the creature gained speed, it went directly at him, easily lifting him up in the air.
"Sam!" Dean cocked his shotgun at the black winged creature. Almost immediately, a small brown hand stopped him.
"You'll hurt him."
"That's exactly what I want to do!"
"You want to hurt Sam?"
"No! I want to hurt it, not him!"
"Then get ready to catch."
She took a thin foot long tube from her thigh holster, put it in her mouth, gracefully took aim and blew. It took about 10 seconds before they heard a pained unholy scream followed by a "Holy shit!" Dean scrambled to get Sam but it was too late. Sam fell feet first and audibly broke a foot, or an ankle or both.
"Dean!" Sam screamed. Next thing they heard were gun shots. The petite brown girl stood about a meter from them, her black Glock still aimed at the dark sky and smoking.
"That should keep you out of commission for a few days. Then I'll find you, puta ka." She put the gun back in its holster on her side and walked over to the brothers. "You need a hospital for your foot. Did she scratch or bite you?"
"No bites but she got my arms." Sam showed his pierced jacket.
"Shit!" Dean exclaimed his frustration. He pulled Sam to his feet and slung his brother's weight on his shoulders. "Thanks Xena, for getting my brother hurt. Bang up job there."
She said nothing but her glare spoke volumes. "You got transportation? He can't walk."
"No shit, Sherlock" Dean grunted.
"Follow me" She turned on her heel.
"No thanks, sister. You already got us in enough trouble." Dean said through gritted teeth.
She spun around so quick that the air around them vibrated. Dean and Sam were shocked when she put a black knife on the hollow of Dean's throat.
"Let's get one thing clear here, pretty boy. You got yourselves in trouble. I am trying to help you out of the kindness of my heart because I actually feel sorry for your apparent ignorance on what that creature is. You don't get to blame me for wanting to shoot at it but couldn't. I've had a bad day, which thanks to your gung-ho macho tarantadong display of testosterone, will be a bad month" She inched closer; Dean was seething but was already planning an escape, Sam's foot be damned and all. "Your…Sam needs a hospital, somewhere where you don't have to lie about how you managed to get your injuries. He needs anointed bayabas for his puncture wounds because antiseptic and antibiotics just won't do it. My brother is a doctor and he knows about hunters. So, stop being an ass and follow me." She pulls the knife away from Dean and slides it back to its proper place in a holster somewhere in her body. How that small body keeps so many weapons was a mystery in itself.
Dean follows a few steps behind her, albeit reluctantly. "Put that knife on me again and I'll kill you."
"I expect nothing less…" She said nonchalantly "…from a kupal like you."
"Dude, what's a kupal?" Dean whispers at Sam
"Something not good, I'm assuming." Sam hissed.
"Hey Xena! Our car's parked over here." Dean hollered but she continued walking and disappeared behind an alley. "Huh. Good riddance." The brothers continued to walk towards the Impala, slowly though due to Sam's injury.
A low and loud rumble filled the air. From the alley came a bright red Ducati heading for them.
"Couldn't find your horse?" Dean smirked.
She lifted the black tinted wind guard of her helmet. "I'm sorry. I can't hear you from the noise." Then she purposely revved up her motorcycle. "Want to hurry it up, Ladies?"
"I'm going to kill her Sam. I'm seriously going to kill her after her brother fixes you up and after we kill that thing." All he got was a wince and a pained sharp intake of air from his brother.
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Translations
Gago – Stupid
Tarantado – fairly insane idiot; tarantadong (adj.) pertaining to a fairly insane and idiotic action
Bayabas – Guava. Filipinos have long used guava leaves, bark and fruit for any kind of wound. In yesteryears (and even in the provinces today), circumcisions were performed by the town healer. It usually involves a wooden plank that the doctor and the boy uses as a bench, a big ass knife or jungle bolo (what we call an itak) and guava leaves. The "doctor" asks the boy to chew on the leaves while he "performs" the action. The doctor will give one and only one statement "Chew on this. When I chop, you spit the leaves on it." I know…the ick factor is just impalpable. Plus, it kinda is barbaric – but I shit you not, it's true.
Kupal – One of my favorite cuss words. Kupal is actually the smelly accumulation of everything disgusting from the penis folds of an uncircumcised man, it is acquired if the man is less than hygienic.
