Emerald-Water aka Bug made me do it giggles and don't listen to her if she tells you otherwise, she lies! runs away giggling
The parts Emerald-Water wrote are in italics and what I wrote is in normal writing. The parts are separated by a line, and if you see SNSN, that just marks a change in time or POV. You'll see what I mean when you start reading the story.
We own nothing. And all the spelling/grammar mistakes are ours. Sorry. This was written just for fun, like a round robin kinda deal... because Bug gets bored easily and I'm... just there! hugs
Enjoy…
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Chapter 1:
A gasp from his brother had Sam almost crashing the car into a ditch.
"Dean…"
He turned around in the small space of the Impala and took a quick glance at Dean. Sweat was running in dirty little lanes down his temple, his cheek was blushed to the point of being almost purple, glazed eyes that held nothing but confusion and pain; the green was gone, replaced with blackness and wetness that held to the corners of his eyes.
How the hell did they end up like this again!? Oh right... the ghouls!
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Three days! Three freaking days since his brother vanished! He could just kill the jerk. No, he'll probably hug him first, all chick-flick-moments be damned. And then maybe kill him.
His flashlight was bobbing up and down as he moved quickly and efficiently, searching for the right mausoleum. The light was running over letters engraved in stone as he skimmed the names, the beam freezing when it finally settled over the right one. Wassili Stryskowsky.
His heart suddenly fluttered. Let him be okay. Let him be alive. Let him be okay. Let him be alive.
"Dean… please…" the words were a mere whisper when he lifted the crowbar and started to pry the door open.
It felt like eternity before the gate gave way. Its iron-hinges screeching as he put every ounce of strength into them to force the door open. The moment the gap was big enough, he let the tool fall to the ground and pushed himself through the opening.
Inside the mausoleum, his senses were immediately assaulted by the awful smell of death and decay.
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The dark was only breached by his flashlight, the beam catching spider webs and dust in the air.
There was a stony mass of a coffin on his left, decorated by some sculptures... heads, bones and flowers. Sam walked further into the tall dark space, scrunching up his nose when the smell hit him. He would gag, but he was so used to this… this smell of death, that he just walked further in, not paying any attention on anything other then 'FIND DEAN'.
His sneakers grazed something soft, when he took another step and the door behind him closed shut, making him turn around in a jump. He was alone in an utterly dark mausoleum.
He clenched his jaw, teeth banging together. His brother is a fool. He breathed deeply and noticed a slight breeze coming from somewhere. The air was fresh, enveloping itself around his feet, gliding up to his chest, his head and he could smell it... it smelled of late night freshness.
It cut into him more then the foul smell of decay and death did...
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Dean's breath caught in his throat, when a harsh sound disrupted the silence and he flinched, regretting the movement immediately. For a moment he tried to remember why everything hurt so much and as the memory of the past couple of days rushed back, he made a soft keening sound.
Are they back already? Was it time again for them to feed?
He felt his heartbeat speed up, when he remembered the first time they feasted on him.
SNSN
It was dark all around him, a cold surface below him, cutting into his back... and a chatter... sounding almost critter like... and the swish shwoosh of something near his nose, making the hair on his arm stand up... and then there was a sharp nerve cutting pain that went right through his arm down to the tip of his toes...
"Aaaaaahhhhh!!", he screamed over the: "We'll eat you nice 'n slow, savor your taste...mmmm and what a fine taste you have."
He screamed again when hot lips melted onto his forearm.
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Did he just hear a small whimper? Keeping still and quiet, Sam tried to hear it again, moving his flashlight in a big circle. But everything remained silent. Sam started forward again, only to stop with a shudder as he stepped onto something soft; trying to keep down the little food he had managed to eat for lunch.
He knew what he'd find, as he slowly moved the thin beam of light toward his foot. He stood in a gory mass of a half decomposed human arm. Following the limb, he found the rest of the poor bastard, lying hidden behind another stone coffin. And there was more.
He started to breathe heavily through his mouth, as the beam of the flashlight showed him the opening in the mausoleum's wall built of ashlar masonry. Another rotten corpse was lying there; as if the human had tried to crawl away the moment death took him. Moving closer, Sam crouched in front of the small opening, bitter bile accumulated in the back of his throat as the smell doubled. Tilting his head, he aimed the beam of the flashlight through the small opening, heart suddenly beating a mile a second.
There… in there were another dozen of corpses, some only skeletons, flesh long ago rotten, others killed fairly recently.
He slowly bent forward, to all fours ready to crawl through the gap. The sudden, hoarse scream of his name caught him totally off guard...
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The pain was spreading, going to his other arm too... it hurt, it burned, it felt as if he was being flayed alive! He screamed some more when another saliva slicked lips attached themselves to his arm. He could feel blood bubbling up to the surface, he could hear sucking noises like someone was sucking the last drop of juice out of a glass... and then someone bit into his flesh... he yelled the only word still available to his mind: "Sam!!!"
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Sam stood there, thunderstruck. Helpless. Hopeless. Staring at the body littered ground and the eight tunnels connecting the huge cave he crawled into.
In one of them he'll find his brother. Problem was, he didn't know if there were still any ghouls left alive. And who'd be faster. The ghouls or him?
That moment another scream echoed through the cave. Weaker, more a sob then a yell.
Sam closed his eyes; concentrating on his hearing as the yell ebbed away into whimpers and only silence remained.
Decision made, he took the third tunnel and hurried down the crooked path. Deeper into the belly of the earth.
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They were here again; he could smell them in the pitch blackness that he was in. That foul smell of death and decaying. He was used to the smell, but not so close to his nostrils... the smell burned his nose when he inhaled.
"Guh, you smell, you sonsofbitches." he panted out through the pain in his arms. He knew that, even if he couldn't see them they were bleeding, thin, pale, fleshless creatures. And he knew that he was bleeding too… not massively, but enough... they must have a plan for him or else they would bleed him dry in seconds.
This... this was so not good.
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It was hungry. No, it was starving. And it hurt. And it was angry. Stopping in front of the human on the ground it sniffed, inhaling deeply the scent of pain, and fear, and blood... and... something else. Soon the human will be dead. It could smell the death that already lingered around the man.
It could hear him say something almost incoherently and snickered.
Bending over him, it stopped near the human's ear, breathing softly into it.
"He's here... your brother. We could smell him the moment he stepped into our home, ya know? I hope he's as tasty as you," the ghoul laughed, "It's time to feed again..."
With that it bend forward, pushed away the remains of the humans shirt, feeling him try to fight back feebly. It laughed as it pinned the right hand to the ground easily, its tongue sneaking out, licking over the man's side, stopping on the soft flesh, right below the ribs and as it felt its hunger grow, it couldn't hold back any longer and bit, feeling the flesh give way under the force of the attack. It felt the human buck under it, and its left hand pushed him back to the ground, could hear the hoarse scream of: "Sam!!" and knew the scream would lure the brother here. Another feast. Blood tasting so sweet and strong.
Its head came back up, tongue sneaking out to lick the blood from its lips, before it bend forward again to inflict another wound. Felt the movements of its prey weaken as it sucked and licked and groaned. It was hungry. The time of abstinence was over.
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There were teeth in his arm, sunk deep into his flesh and Dean tried to shake the mouth off, but found his arm immobile... held down to the cold ground by a strong bony hand, long slim fingers wrapped around his bicep.
There was another mouth sucking out his blood on his other arm, right where his elbow bends... he felt cold there.
Another finger was poking at his neck, just where his shoulder meets his neck... he felt hot there, like molten lava spilling over his skin, over his flesh.
And that wasn't even the worst of it… there was a finger, a long thin finger slicing up his forehead... if he didn't know better; he would think they were trying to scalp him.
His eyes were starting to water and he screamed. Screamed so loud and wanted to trash and writhe on the floor, but he was held down... unable to move more then his eyes... he panted and screamed... and soon he couldn't even breathe anymore, because the screaming took away his breath.
And the teeth sunk deeper into his skin, the mouth sucked harder, the finger poked deeper and the finger at his forehead sliced longer.
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It knew its brother had laid the trap for the other human. It could smell him, rich and new and fresh... fresh meat. Not rotten and sick and drying meat. Fresh and juicy and... its heart started to beat faster when it could hear his pounding foot-steps. He was coming... and then it was over him, tackling him to the ground.
Relishing in the sudden feeling of shock that rippled off him. Awwww, it loved this. The smell and taste of adrenaline and blood. Their prey's fight.
"Dean!" the boy screamed, but it just smiled down at him.
It could hear its brother feed. The smell of the other one's – Dean, is it? - blood, made it almost loose control. But hard hands around its wrist suddenly took it by surprise. It hissed in annoyance, its claw hitting his – Sam, right? - face and it felt the soft skin give away... like his brother's... and its eyes almost rolled back in its head at the smell.
Sweet... even sweeter then the other one's... with a fierce pull - it didn't even care that his fingernails scratched its skin - it freed itself of his grip, grabbing for his wrists instead, pinning them over his head, as its head bent, its tongue sneaking out, and it tasted him.
"Ahhh, my sweet darling... my sweet, sweet darling..." it smacked its lips, its fingers closing even harder around his wrists as he tried to buck it off of him.
His pulse was racing under its palms.
"We have waited for you. God, you're even tastier then your brother..."
Then with a hoarse growl it lost control, bending down, to Sam's shoulder, not caring that clothes obscured the skin as it bit down hard on his collarbone... it could feel the man's breath stop the moment its sharp teeth broke the skin.
It grinned as he tried to stifle a scream, while it started to feed on him.
Down the tunnel a small shuffling noise and a low whimper told it, its brother was feeding too. Soon enough their old prey would be completely dry.
But now they had the brother. And the boy would pay for killing their other siblings...
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It was pain. It was pain that sliced his body from up to down, left to right. It was the ghoul chewing on his flesh and blood that made him scream himself hoarse. It was the ghoul's teeth in his arm, the ghoul's fingernail on his forehead that made his mind almost loose contact with the world of the dark room.
But it was his brother's scream of his name that made him gasp for air again, when he thought that he would drown in the foul smell of the tomb forever.
The ghoul was busy with munching on his arm and Dean gathered all his remaining strength, pulled it from deep down inside of himself, from a place where pain was just a word, where blood loss had no meaning and yelled: "You sonofabitch!" and rose up and pushed the ghoul off of his arm.
Dean is strong, he knows he is, but hearing his little brother's scream like that, in pain and agony, anger and fierceness … made him a hundred times stronger then he is in a normal situation.
The ghoul was thrown across the room, hitting its back into the stone wall.
"Sam!!!"
He screamed for his brother when he got his voice back in order, and blinked to get the world back in focus. The ghoul was standing up, shaking its head, ready for attack if it baring its teeth was any indication.
"Sam!!!"
Dean yelled again, hoping probably beyond hope that his little brother is near and able to come help him.
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Something changed. It could feel it. Slowly it withdrew from its prey, looking down at him. The human was barely conscious.
Its head jerked around as the noise of fighting drifted over to it and its face scrunched up into a sneer.
Damn human! Its brother would take care of him for good this time, but before it turned back to its new toy a yell reverberated through the tunnel.
"Sam!!!"
It hissed in annoyance but stopped and whirled back around as it caught a small movement out of the corner of its eyes.
It didn't finish the move. The sharp blade of a machete cut through its neck, severing its head off its body in a clean cut.
With a stumble Sam came panting to his feet, feeling wobbly and lightheaded.
"Sam!!!"
The scream sounded so close now, Sam almost sobbed in relief. Keeping the machete in his left hand, the arm that wasn't burning in a fierce fire, he moved fast now.
Dean was there and alive. Finally he had found his brother and he wouldn't loose him now. Not again.
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The ghoul started to approach him; all teeth and fingers stretching in front of it, wanting to reach him… cut him open and eat him.
Dean rolled over, got up on his feet just in time to step aside from the approaching fingernails of the ghoul, trying to cut into his face.
Dean panted; a need to get away, to survive, to get back to Sam driving him forward into the ghoul, crashing chest to chest into it, sending both of them stumbling back into the wall. Dean could feel something break in the ghoul's back, something snapping in two. But he knew that no matter how damaged the ghoul would get, it wouldn't die… not until it lost its head.
The ghoul stunk… the smell of rotting flesh was so strongly invading Dean's nostrils, he lost his ability to think for a second and then when he felt the ghoul's hands reach up to his neck, he fought with his legs, kicking and hitting the ghoul's shins and knees.
The ghoul went down after four kicks… it stayed down just as long for Dean to step back, asses his situation and look around the place.
There was nothing in the room that could serve as a machete or a knife or some other device with which he could chop off his enemy's head. There was nothing… but there has to be something. It just has to be. He wasn't that unlucky, damnit.
He scanned the dark room, finding only stone walls and ground. But there was something shining there in the corner. Right there… right there, only a few steps away from where he was standing.
He was hit. Hit hard, right into his side… the ghoul knocked him on the ground as he was tall and wide, his hip hitting the hard ground: "Aaaagghhhh!!!"
He managed to keep his head above the ground, managed to roll over and kick the ghoul in its family jewels. The ghoul snarled, showed its bloody teeth and Dean tried really hard not to throw up, because he knew that was his own blood dripping down its teeth.
"You thought you'd get away, hmmm?!"
"Well…"
Dean reached his hand behind his body, up above his head, stretched his fingers as far as they would go and found what he was looking for. He touched the wooden hilt of it with his ring finger and pulled it forward until he could get a firm hold of it.
"… yeah," Dean grunted, "yeah 'm gonna get away from here, you sonofabitch. But you ain't gonna go anywhere anymore."
He raised his machete, and swung it towards the ghoul's forehead.
The shiny machete hit something bone like in the ghoul's head and its blade got stuck somewhere between the ghoul's eyes, probably splitting its nose in two too.
Something slimy dropped on Dean's chin; he really hoped it wasn't the ghoul's... blood or something even more: "Eww…"
When the body fell down on Dean, he groaned in disgust and rolled away from under it.
"Gross…" he mumbled while getting up on his feet.
"You okay?!" Sam's voice, when it cut through Dean's foggy mind, was like a breath of fresh air.
"Awesome."
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He saw it coming the moment he saw Dean. Even the question of if he was okay wasn't necessary.
Dean looked like crap.
Bites, cuts and bruises were covering each and every part of Dean's skin, few of them older, already yellowish, while a lot were purple or black looking. The bite marks had all drawn blood.
The cut on Dean's forehead was bleeding, blood running down the side of his face and a deep wound on his side was glistening wetly.
His brother's shirt was gone, leaving him without protection against the cold air and Sam could see the shivers running through Dean's body from where he stood.
The second Dean's 'Awesome' left his mouth; he was starting to sway heavily, turning another shade of pale as he blinked heavily to clear his vision.
Sam was on the move again, running forward, catching Dean when he fell.
He howled in pain as he jarred his hurt shoulder, not able to keep them both on their feet, he only managed to break Dean's fall, going down with him.
Trembles run through Dean's body as Sam held on, feeling the coldness of his sibling's skin.
"Shit!" he whispered.
"C'mon Dean! Don't do this. Stay awake. We have to get you outta here. Dean! Stay awake!"
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He placed his brother between his legs; his chest to Dean's back, hoping that would make him get some leverage when he would try to get up. He pulled his knees up, bracketed Dean between them: "Dean, come on now…" pushed his arms underneath Dean's armpits and slowly started to rise up. It was a painful process, getting up while hauling his boneless brother with him… but he did it. He wanted to pump his hands in the air in a small sign of victory, but he had his hands full of his big brother's almost lifeless body.
"Dean, come on. Wake up."
He whispered into his brother's ear, sighing into it when Dean didn't make any sign of waking up.
"Dean!"
He tried with a yell but that didn't get him anything either.
He started to walk Dean over to the door, stepping over the ghoul's head. He dragged Dean with him down the hallway, pushed him over the other dead ghoul's body, up to the main room, where the stench of Dean's blood that was still running from his forehead was really starting to get to Sam.
At least his brother stopped bleeding from everywhere else.
"Dean, we're almost to the car. Hang on."
Sam pushed Dean's body forward, out into the night, out to the car.
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A gasp from his brother had Sam almost crashing the car into a ditch.
"Dean…"
He turned around in the small space of the Impala and took a quick glance at Dean. Sweat was running in dirty little lanes down his temple, his cheek was blushed to the point of being almost purple, glazed eyes that held nothing but confusion and pain; the green was gone, replaced with blackness and wetness that held to the corners of his eyes.
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TBC…