Revenge of the Nerdy Girls
Teri Pacer is chubby, but that doesn't stop her from hitting on Dean, helping Becky Rosen get a clue about men, taking the Winchester brothers out to dinner, or from getting a sexy rescue from a collapsing high rise infected by a Leviathan virus…pretty good for a dorky fat chick. I imagined Craig Horner (from the TV show Legend of the Seeker) as the character Steve Silvers. There's no sex in this story, but lots of innuendo. Please pretend that this story takes place after episode 12 in Season 7: Time After Time. Your feedback on my writing is greatly appreciated!
Chapter 1
Who knew Leviathans and humans were so similar? Leviathans had to pay taxes, they could get sick, and they could even have allergies. No one was more aware of this then Phil Beckerman, Dick Roman's personal CPA. His job was to provide the government with enough misleading info so that no one would ever guess what was really going on, yet make it all look completely legitimate. He hated visiting the secret laboratories in which Leviathans were conducting experiments on humans, with all these strange chemicals and weird smells. But top secret laboratories were also the best place to store the company's top secret records, and Dick Roman Enterprises was being audited. Maybe Phil wouldn't have had an allergic reaction to the chemicals if he wasn't already sick.
All of the Leviathans had been sucked out of Purgatory at the same time. Phil had a cold, but somehow managed not to pass it onto the others while inside Castiel's body. Dick would have Phil executed immediately for carrying a Purgatory virus. As the sickness progressed, Phil stayed in his office alone and focused on the audit. He organized every stinky receipt, every smelly document in binders and placed them in shipping boxes. But then he had to sneeze. He winced…this was going to hurt.
He sneezed so hard that his head fell back and the enormous Leviathan mouth appeared. He got Leviathan snot on the binders and the boxes that he was preparing to mail. He tried wiping it off, but really only managed to rub the germs in deeper. He shrugged. Leviathans weren't the cleanest creatures in the world, given their intolerance to soap. The papers and boxes didn't look any worse for wear once the snot dried. The delivery driver was there soon after, and left before he saw Phil sneezed himself to death.
It's said that 60% of men don't wash their hands after using the restroom. Those same men probably don't wash their hands before eating. Daryl the delivery driver was one of the 60%. He was nearly at the end of his route. He noticed black dust on the boxes he delivered to the State building; but he didn't care, since most of the boxes he delivered were dusty and dirty. Daryl's hands were covered in black dust as well, but he dismissed it. The elderly auditor who received the delivered boxes was freaked out by the black dust, and left to wash his hands immediately after dropping the boxes off at his cubicle.
As the boxes warmed in the sun through a window, the dust became a greyish black liquid. The Leviathan bodily fluids, when combined with heat and chemicals used to experiment on humans, gave the Purgatory virus a mind of its own. It was like millions of tiny bugs, all bound together to form a gooey mass. It oozed off the boxes. It was able to dissipate enough to seep inside the porous walls of the building without leaving a trace. It reformed and absorbed the mold it came into contact with, taking on its characteristics to avoid detection. Eventually patches of goo spread throughout the walls of the building.
When the auditor came back, he was shocked to see the boxes and their contents were glistening clean. Wow, and the binders were white? He could have sworn they were black! Luckily the prescription for his new glasses would be filled soon.
Daryl could have easily washed his hands when he was off duty. Instead he rushed off to his favorite bar next door to avoid the chilly evening. He drank, used the potty, and smoked a cigarette outside, all without washing his hands. The black dust remained. He alternated putting his hands in his pockets as he smoked to keep warm. Once inside, he stood by the bar to order another drink. He looked at the palms of his hands; the black dust had now turned into gross grey-black goo. He tried to wipe it off on his shirt but it wouldn't come off.
The goo began to eat through his palms. He screamed. Within seconds, the black goo began necrotizing the surrounding tissue on both hands until his fingers were falling off. Everyone stared as he ran to the bathroom and put his hands under the cool water. The soap fell onto his hands from the automatic dispenser. He hollered in pain and rinsed the soap off quickly. The paramedics were there soon after to put him on antibiotics. What were you thinking? They chastised him. Once the flesh eating bacteria spreads, you can't kill it with soap and water. Of course they didn't know that the soap and water saved his life…