Supernatural 100 Drabble Challenge
Prompt Words: beguiled and bedraggled
Word Count: 400
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Supernatural. Just indulging in a bit of harmless fun.
THE GREAT BEGUILER
By: Vanessa Sgroi
"Okay, you great beguiler, you ready?" Sam asked.
Dean glanced down, tugging at his ridiculously uncomfortable outfit. The pants—breeches, really— were snug, too snug, and the shirt thin and nearly transparent. He wiggled his bare toes and his lip curled in disgust. "I guess. I feel ridiculous."
"I know. But we had to follow the picture in the book. That's how the guy is dressed. Now remember—I can't do anything until she touches her lips to yours."
"Got it. Let her kiss me."
"It's not really a kiss. And it...uh...it might be a bit uncomfortable."
"Yeah, yeah. Let's go, before I freeze to death."
From his bait position on the ground, Dean heard the Mamuna coming. He fought against the shivers, wishing for the hundredth time that he was dressed in plaid flannel instead of thin linen. He blinked and she was there in front of him, her full lips just inches away from his.
"Pretty. So pretty," she whisper-hissed. Her hands pressed against his chest. She leaned in, settling her ice-cold lips against his.
Electric shards of pain shot through Dean's body, his blood practically curdling in his veins. The pressure intensified to unbearable levels. He squirmed, silently praying Sam would hurry and complete the ritual. His heels drummed into the soft ground as he involuntarily struggled to pull away.
Her hands moved to his arms, claw-like fingers piercing through his shirt and skin, leaving bloody holes. She drew back, grinned, and leaned in again.
She mashed his lips so hard against his teeth, the delicate skin split, flooding his mouth with blood, Just as the edges of his vision began to darken, the Mamuna screamed, tumbled away, and disappeared in a splatter of red. Dean heaved out a few breaths, spit several times, and rose unsteadily to his feet. He heard Sam crash his way toward him.
A steadying hand landed on his shoulder. "Dean? You okay?"
"Uh...yeah...yeah, I'm fine. Hurt like shit though."
"Yeah, sorry about that."
Dean ran a hand down his face, leaving behind a few streaks of mud and blood. "I need coffee. Let's go find a diner ASAP, see if I can beguile a whole pot out of a waitress."
Sam took in Dean's bedraggled appearance. "Uh, you might wanna get cleaned up first."
"You know what—you're right. I need my jeans and flannel."
FIN