(Disclaimer: Don't own anything Supernatural related damn!, the following story and character of Riley ad Dee are mine)
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Holier Than Thou.
Chapter One.
And as the last word left his lips, the mud at his feet began to shift, moving in a lazy circle, small at first but spreading ever outwards, a vortex of swirling clay, spinning like that on a potters wheel. He stepped back as the earth in front of him grew, his face lit with manic glee as he watched the soil build and begin to take form. The mud twisted and turned, spiralling upwards, a dark composition filled with nature's discarded debris; working its way out of the earth, its evolution now spinning out of control as the mire realised its purpose and fought its way free of its foundations.
The bleak sculpture opened its eyes, committing every aspect of its creators visage to memory; and it waited…waited for its first command.
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Sam watched the house; this was the third night in a row he and Dean had been out here and still nothing. He glanced over at his brother and shook his head; Dean was crashed, his head leaning against the lightly frosted window, his arms crossed over his chest, his legs stretched out in front of him. Sam was still amazed that Dean could sleep damn well anywhere.
He turned his attention back to the two-storey abandoned house and scanned the area around it…nothing. He sighed and picked up the file for their latest hunt; Emmett, Nevada, a town so damn small it wasn't on most maps …and after the full thirty seconds it took to drive through the town, he and Deab had understood why. Emmett was a town everyone but its eighty-seven inhabitants had forgotten…well make that eighty-one inhabitants now; the town's mortality rate had just gone through the roof and the local cops had no idea why six of its townspeople had bitten the dust…literally. The six townspeople had been buried alive.
Sam glanced at the house again…still nothing. He took the coroners reports and crime-scene photos from the file and looked at them again; it was the photos that had freaked him and Dean out most; the victims were still wearing their encrusted death masks, their dirt-filled mouths frozen in their last dying scream, their soiled eyes wide with fear…no, not fear…terror.
The coroners reports held nothing unusual considering the circumstances of the deaths; the throat and lungs of all victims were filled with dirt…the only problem they had with the whole thing was that each one of them had only been buried a foot under loose earth; escape should have been relatively easy. Each had been taken to an abandoned house and killed. He sighed again, no footprints, no defensive injuries, nothing. These six men and women had dry-drowned, he shuddered involuntarily as the memories of the mudslide that had almost killed him a year ago resurfaced; he could still feel the muck that had snaked down his throat, swapping oxygen for sludge as he fought for his life. He knew the panic these people would have felt, the claustrophobia, the fear.
He shut the file, dropping at his feet as he looked at his watch; 12.49am, shit, he wasn't due to wake Dean til 2am. He looked over at the house again and frowned; he sat straighter in his seat, was that movement he saw through one of the front windows of the house? He focussed and sure enough, he saw a shadow pass across the window again. He reached over and shook his brother.
"Dean…Dean…" he whispered loudly "Heads up"
Dean was awake in an instant, sitting upright and following Sam's pointed finger and grinning as he saw the dim outline of someone glide past the window. He grabbed the pistol from the seat next to him and put it at the small of his back, reached into the back seat and grabbed his sword, slipping it over his back.
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother "Dude, every freakin', hunt?"
Dean grinned at his brother "Family heirloom, Sammy. Be disrespectful not to bring her with me" he rolled down the window and slipped out of the car, Sam doing the same; any sound they made would carry loudly on the still night air and the element of surprise would be lost.
They moved through the dense strand of trees they'd hidden the Impala behind and ran quickly across the dirt road, crouching low as they headed towards the left side of the house. They moved slowly and quietly towards the rear of the home, their muscles tensed as the adrenalin kicked in, rushing through their bodies and sending their senses into overdrive.
They reached the rear porch and eased their way towards the back door; it was open a fraction… and it had been closed the last time they'd checked; Dean turned to Sam and nodded as he slid through the small opening, making no noise as he stepped into what used to be the kitchen. He moved quickly, glancing behind him to make sure Sam was at his back; after what had happened in Vermont a year ago, he rarely let Sam out of his sight.
Dean stopped when he heard a course shuffling coming from the front of the house, they edged slowly towards the front room; they'd checked the floorboards a few days ago and knew which ones creaked and avoided them as they moved steadily forward. Dean turned back to his brother, signalling his intent and Sam nodded.
They moved cautiously forward; Sam could hear the blood rushing through his ears, feel the racing of his heart as they edged closer to the door. He drew the pistol from the small of his back and took his position on one side of the door as Dean took the other, his pistol in his hand.
They slowed their breathing as they waited…and there it was again, that scraping across wood only now it was accompanied by an urgent muffled murmuring. Whatever was in the room had its next victim. Sam raised his eyes to his brothers and Dean nodded, stepping in front of the door and kicking it open; he charged in, gun raised, Sam at his back, neither of them at all prepared for what they saw.
"Fuck me…" said Dean as he instinctively fired a shot at the beast in front of him.
Sam ran to the man that was bound and gagged on the floor in the far corner of the room as Dean fired shot after shot into the large, darkened figure that blocked most of the other doorway.
"Take it easy" said Sam as he slipped the man's gag off.
"HELP ME!" screamed the man 'JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY IN HEAVEN, HELP ME!"
Sam reached into his boot and grabbed his dagger, cutting the mans binds "GO!" yelled Sam as he turned to see his brother hacking into …God, he didn't know what the hell it was. He ran to his left, firing into the thing…then watched as the bullets lodged in the wall behind the beast.
"DEAN!" he yelled.
"THE FUCKER ISN'T GOING DOWN, SAMMY!" he yelled as he continued to swing his sword at the monster; each strike his brother made seemed to be absorbed by the leviathan.
Sam reached into his jacket pocket, withdrawing the flask of holy water he kept there and spattering the creature "IT'S NOT A DEMON!!"
"NO SHIT, SAMMY!" yelled Dean, ducking a swipe at his head.
Sam reloaded and fired repeatedly as he moved closer and noticed what looked like dirt kicking out from the beast. What the fuck? he thought. He turned when he heard a whimpering from behind him, the man had frozen in fear. He ran over, grabbing the man and yanking him to his feet and pushing him towards the back of the house "GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!"
It seemed that was all the man needed to finally make good his escape and he stumbled out of the room, his yelps of fear following him. Sam turned back just in time to see his brother launched across the room from a vicious backhand delivered with crushing force.
"DEAN!" he yelled, rushing to his brother's side.
"I'm alright" he got to his feet as the creature lurched across the room, giving chase to the escaped man. "We gotta stop this thing, Sammy" he turned to his brother "Go shut the back door"
"What?" asked Sam incredulously.
"Just do it" and Dean ran at the beast as Sam took off the other way, running out of the room, taking a different route to the back door.
"HEY ASSHOLE!" yelled Dean as he sliced across the things back, it turned as Dean heard the back door slam "You're fucked now" he grinned. He watched as the beast seemed to falter slightly, taking a step towards Dean, it was all Sam needed and he slammed to door behind it, running back round to join his brother, locking the door, effectively trapping the ogre in the room with them.
"Now what?" asked Sam.
Dean grinned "Was hoping you had an answer to that, Sammy. You're the college boy afterall"
The thing stared at them, its unblinking eyes moving from one brother to the other. It threw its head back and roared; it was deafening within the enclosed confines of the room and both Dean and Sam winced as the roar crashed into them, flooding through them, bringing them to their knees.
"SAMMY!" yelled Dean as he saw his brother slump to the floor, his hands held over his ears, his face wrenched in pain. He crawled over to him as the roars continued to reverberate around the room and through their minds.
Sam opened his eyes as he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked into his brothers concerned, pain filled ones "Dean…" he mouthed.
Dean shook his head and turned as he felt the floor move beneath him; the monster was moving slowly towards them. Dean struggled to his feet, putting himself between the creature and his brother, he'd tear it apart with his bare hands if he had to.
He looked up sharply as the far door was kicked in "DROP!" he yelled and Dean dropped instinctively; the bullets whizzing over his head as the man emptied his pistol into the monster. It didn't kill it but it stopped the thing roaring and Dean picked up his sword and ran at the the, hacking into it again.
He looked at the man "HOW DO WE KILL THIS ASSHOLE?" he yelled.
The man glanced at him quickly "WE CAN'T! IT'S A GOLEM! IT CAN ONLY BE KILLED BY…"
"IT'S CREATOR!" finished Dean "FUCK!"
"And here I am" said an all too familiar voice.
Dean turned, his whole being filling with pure rage as he saw that yellow-eyed bastard standing behind the man; it reached out quickly; grabbing the man that had saved them by the throat and squeezing the windpipe shut. He looked at Dean and Sam and they were thrown back against the far wall, pinned there by an invisible force.
The demon laughed merrily then turned his attention to the Golem "Meht". Dean and Sam watched as the Golem's eyes widened slightly before it crumbled lifelessly to the floor, now nothing more than a large pile of dirt. He turned his attention back to Dean and Sam "Well it looks like my plan worked perfectly. A few unexplained deaths in a small town and the Winchester boy's just ride in on their white charger to save the day!" he laughed again.
"It's a black Impala, asshole" growled Dean, grimacing as pain ripped through his chest.
"Now, now, Dean…it's not a good idea to correct your teacher"
"Fuck you, prick!" he snarled.
"Don't want to listen? Well maybe this will get your attention" smiled the demon and Sam screamed a gut-wrenching scream that tore at Dean.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" yelled Dean; he tried to turn his head to his brother but was held fast "SAMMY!" he yelled again, turning his eyes back to the demon "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU! LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE! YOU GOT MY ATTENTION! JUST LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE!"
The demon laughed again "Only because you asked so nicely, Dean" and Sam screams stopped, turning into low moans "Sammy? You still with us, boy?"
Sam raised his eyes to the yellow-eyed bastard in front of him "I'M NOT YOUR BOY, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
"You see? This is what I love about you Winchesters, defiant til the end!" he grinned "Your Dad was the same" he looked at Dean "Happy to come with me to save your sorry ass, Dean" he shook his head "What a father will do to save his son"
"YOU ASSHOLE!" yelled Sam.
The demon smiled at them "Alright, enough with the pleasantries, I guess you're wondering why I called you here? Yes? No?" he laughed "Aaah, a captive audience, always my favourite kind"
"You sure do like the sound of your own voice dontchya?" laughed Dean.
"Always with the smart-ass cracks, Dean-o" he smiled nastily at the two men, walking slowly towards them as he dragged the newcomer he had by the throat with him. He stopped a foot before them, forcing the man in front of him "You two are going to help me with a…rather bothersome problem I have…"
"FUCK YOU!" yelled Dean and Sam in unison.
"Oh, but you will" he grinned "You see, I own you…" he laughed "Saw your little Vermont adventure and I gotta say…bravo! None of us really expected you to make it out of there…well I did, won quite a few souls" he grinned "See I bet on you!" he sneered "I could have killed you but to watch dear ol' Sammy turn and embrace his demon? Well how could I miss that?" he glared at them "So you owe me"
"We don't owe you shit!" yelled Sam.
"No? Well how about I make sure you do" he grinned at them as he reached down, his fingers pressing slowly into the abdomen of the man he held, piercing the flesh. Dean and Sam yelled abuse as they watched the demon drag his fingers across the man's gut, slowly disembowelling him. The man didn't yell, didn't try and cry out, he held his tongue but both Dean and Sam could see the agonising pain in the man's eyes.
The demon threw the man against the wall where he hit with a sickening thud. He turned his eyes back to Dean and Sam "That's a message. Make sure its delivered" he grinned "I'll be in touch" and he vanished.
Dean and Sam fell to the floor and scrambled over to the man. He had managed to sit himself up, his hands over his stomach as he tried to keep his insides on the inside.
"Easy now" whispered Sam as he placed a futile reassuring hand on the man's shoulder "We'll get you to a hospital and you'll be fine"
The man smiled at Sam "You're a ...shithouse liar, ...son"
Dean crouched next to the man, he was mid-forties, longish salt and pepper hair, green eyes and extremely fit... but no amount of fitness was going to save him from an agonising demise; the stink of death hung heavily around the man. He pulled his pistol from the small of his back and offered it to the hunter "Its loaded" he said quietly.
The man nodded, reached up and slipped his necklace over his head and passed it to Dean "My ...you need…give…to…tell…I …love…her" he gasped.
Dean took the necklace "What's your name?" he asked urgently as the light started to leave the man's eyes "Come on, man...just ...shit!" he cursed, this man had saved him and Sam and there was nothing he could do for him except deliver his last request. "Your name, sir"
The man looked into Dean's eyes and gave him a small smile as he used his final reserves of strength to speak his last words "Riley" he gasped "Jack ...Riley"
To be continued…