So, This Fanfiction is loosely based off of Shrek, thanks to my 2-year-old who watched the Dvd multiple times a day. In my annoyance, I thought the best outlet would be to write about it. So I did. This is going to a Rated M Slash fanfic. You don't like Slash, or Rated M or Shrek...you're not in the right place. Please review/give feedback
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural nor Shrek.
Angelic Ever After
Chapter 1
In the land of Lelh; there is only one creature the most disgusting, the most feared, the most hunted: The Angels.
These creatures are of the fearful sort. The beings have gigantic wings sprouting from their backs; along with the ability to make them disappear at will. They can also smite anything with the palm of their hand. Angels are defined as danger on two feet. Currently, there is only a few Angels left in the land of Lleh; which takes our story to our tale of two angel brothers running for their lives from a mob of soldiers...
shimmer of sunlight flickered through the plush green trees as the wind coursed through the air. The breeze blocked out any other sounds minus the clacking of metal behind them. One brother was a long-haired brunette with chiseled bone structure, seemingly taller than the other man therefore running farther ahead due to his longer stride.
The other brother, who would be the older brother ran a little behind due to his average stride. His short blond hair stayed fix in his usual style, his feminine features morphed as he panted closely behind.
"Hey Sammy!" called Dean, in hopes that his younger brother could hear him through the wind and over the chain mail clanking together. "You got any bright ideas?!"
Dean focused on Sammy's dark girly hair as Sam replied over his shoulder sarcastically, "I don't know Dean! Maybe, just maybe if you give that gun back, they'll leave us alone!"
The blond rolled his eyes as he could picture his brother's bitch face just from the tone of his voice, even if all he saw was Sam's back.
"Fat chance!" yelled Dean, "They're not after the gun anymore. Can't you hear their mating calls. They want you Samantha!"
On cue, the soldiers behind them gave a loud battle cry, "GET THOSE ANGELS!"
"Dude!" protested Sam but he was soon interrupted by Dean yelling, "Sorry guys, but Sammy here doesn't swing your way! I'm sure your ugly mugs will find someone someday!"
Then one of the soldiers shouted, "Bring them to Lord Azazel!"
Which was followed by, "Get the Winchester brothers!"
Chorus of "Yea!" echoed through the chain-mail men and their determination increased their speed. A few seconds later, Dean had managed to catch up to Sam's pace and was met with his younger brother's bitchface.
"Nice Dean, very nice!" Sam spat sarcastically, "Piss them off why don't you? They'll follow us all the way to the bunker!"
Dean rolled his green sage eyes at his bitchy brother as his mind quickly thought of an improvised plan B, "Quit your bitchin' Sammy, I have an idea."
He purposely stopped running and turning his back to Sam, who also stopped running, to facing the angry mob. Over his shoulder, Dean called, "Tonight I'm making burgers! I won't save any for you if you're late. So get runnin' bitch."
Then Dean confidently smirked and waved Sammy off. "You better get goin'!"
Sam gave a small nod, and said, "See you later jerk!" before he resumed running again. Dean watched Sammy expertly run through the forest for a few seconds before returning to the problem at hand. The soldiers grew closer, so close that Dean could actually see that they have eyes, beady black eyes, and Sammy was nowhere as far as Dean would like him to be.
The blond angel improvised his plan again, waving his arms in the arms and yelling to provoke the soldiers his direction, "Hey guys! My name is Dean Winchester! I'm an Aquarius! I love long walks on the bench and frisky women! Catch me if you can!"
He dug his heel in the plush forest earth as he freed his giant white wings from his back. Dean visibly cringed as pain spread across his back; then he flapped his large appendages, releasing a huge gust of air in the soldiers direction.
Half of the metal men were sent crashing backwards into the trees. The other half, were more determined than ever to catch him and they charged at his feathery-ass in hot pursue. Dean, decided that running away into the darkened part of the forest was a brilliant idea. So he did.
The crimson sun was was setting over the shadow of the forest as Dean limped to the bunker. Dean nursed his right foot that landed on a large rock during his nasty fall off of a cliff and into a lake. Thankfully, he lost his adoring fans after his tumble and he was so looking forward to burgers and beer . The two main food groups for any man-minus pie. Pie was breakfast, lunch and dinner.
"Honey! I'm home!" shouted Dean as he pushed the bunker door open. He wasn't greeted with Sammy's annoyed voice; demanding answers to where he has been or what took him so long. He was greeted by the smell of burgers or beers. Or even light. Dean was greeted by darkness, and the sound of his voice echoing through the bunker.
His hand firmly gripped around the butt of the gun they stole: The colt- the only gun in existence. The gun which is to be rumored to be able to slay anything. Dean fixed his back against the cold bunker wall as he entered into the darkness. He moved swiftly and silently as he strained his eyes to find anything in the pitch black. With the gun trained in one hand; Dean felt for the light switch on the wall with his fingertips of his free hand.
Bright lights bloomed across the bunker and Dean blinked quickly to adjust to the new settings. His body awaited the attack of an ambush, but nothing happened. Green sage eyes scanned the destroyed bunker as he tucked the Colt back into his jeans. Something happened here, just not to him.
Broken wooden fragments littered the floor from what were the remains of the many tables and chairs. His boots crunched over the glittering pieces of broken glass as he went across the room to pick up his favorite samurai sword. Dean admired the blade, turning his wrist to eye at the dark brown stain over the glistening metal.
"Son of a bitch," he whispered, just as he realized what he was looking at. His focus changed from the sword to the floor which he found it and discovered a trail of dried blood at his feet. The many droplets of different sizes rounded the corner, which lead deeper into the bunker. Dean took off running at a desperate speed, uncaring about his own injury, but caring about what he would find. His mind envisioned the worst case scenarios, like his brother dead.
He followed the blood trail, which led straight to his room. Dean could already see that he was in the right place as he happened upon his door that hung on one hinge; like someone had forced themselves through the doorway. Squeezing through the vicious opening; Dean found his room massacred. His memory foam mattress that "remembered him" was covered in more splatter of dried blood. Just by a quick judgment, all of his weapons that decorated his walls were either scattered in the rumble or missing.
Dean crossed over his broken bedroom and kicked at the desk that looked a little worse for wear. His fingertips dug into the palms of his hands as his eyes landed on his most priceless possession. A rumpled, and torn rectangle that was partly buried underneath the desk. He squatted down, and retrieved his mother's picture gingerly.
Gently, he straightened a bent corner of the worn the picture before tucking it away with in the confines of his brown tunic. Then he rubbed a hand over his face, a habitual ritual for dealing with worry in his life.
"Goddammit Sammy," muttered Dean aloud, "What the hell happened here?"
As his eyes roamed over his bedroom, once again, absorbing the damage that had happened. "You could've left me a sign or something," complained Dean as he moved towards the exit.
He stood at the doorway smirking softly as he looked at the 'A' written sloppy on his bedroom wall. "Atta boy Sammy."
Quickly, Dean gathered all the weapons he could. In his hurry, he completely missed a flier in the ruins of the bunkers.
In dark blue writing- "WANTED: All Supernatural Creatures.
A/N: Chapter 2 should be up in a couple of days. Please review/give feedback.