Okay, so you guys are really lucky that I am updating so soon...and after I got home from work too! But I do have a heart...maybe...and i just couldn't not update. But don't get used to this luxury...because it won't happen that often...but I will try to make it happen as many times as I can, promise. Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you soooo much to all of you who reviewed:) reviews to me =happiness. And thanks for pointing out that Castiel's nickname was spelt with only one 's' TonyDfangirl62...I appriciate it. Now I won't look like a clueless fool anymore ^.^
Anyway, enough of my ramblings, let the story continue!
Porro!
Chpater One
All he could see was black. Nothing would regester in his mind other than the black and the screaming pain coming from all over his body. It was as if someone had lighted an undying, unyeilding flame inside of his body. He felt as though his entire being was being burned. And Dean couldn't even scream. No matter how badly he wanted to, he couldn't open his mouth to let out what would be a horrific sound.
"I think he is waking up, sir. Should we give him more of the poison?" A voice asked from somewhere from Dean's right. It sounded like a woman, or maybe a boy...in the state of blindness he was in he couldn't tell.
A gruff voice, deffinatly middle-aged male, answered. "No. We need him and his brother completly aware of what is happening, otherwise it wil not work."
Dean did not like the sound of that. It seemed that whomever these people were, were not looking to have a nice little chat. Dean internally sighed. This was just his and Sam's luck. Why couldn't they have just one easy hunt for once. Nowadays, everything seemed to want their heads on a silver platter...or a sacraficial stone.
"But sir...these are the Winchesters. They have a reputation of-" The voice was immidiately cut off by a choking, gargulling sound. A sound Dean knew well, meant the person was being stranggled.
"I do not care what their reputation is. Most of the time reputations preceed people. Especially when it comes to hunters. Do not back talk me again. Do you understand me?"
Even though this was spoken quietly and calmly, an undertone of power and menice was laced into the words, making them seem much more threatening than they sounded. Ugh...this is going to be one bad mo fo...well, lets hope Sam and I survive this. Dean's thoughts weren't helping his nerves any, so he tried telling himself to shut up.
Come on...think Dean. You need a plan...not a pitty party. Dean mentally went through things that needed to be done. Well, first it would be great if I could get my sight back. Then I'm going to need to find something to get these ropes off. Then find Sammy, and kick some ass...or try to. Dean mentally sighed...this was going to be a while, he could tell.
But even as he was thinking of the plan, his vision was clearing. Now everything was a bunch of blurring blobs of color.
Dean blinked rappidly, trying to help clear his vision a little faster. And after a few painfully long moments, he could see again ...but the sight that befell him made him wish he could go back to being blind.
Right in front of him were three women, an elderly and what seemed like a mother and her young daughter, all strung upside down, and their throats were slashed. Their life's blood was slowly running into buckets. It was disgusting, and it filled Dean with so much hatred, to see these women strung up like pigs, that he wanted to find every single one of the bastards that did this and slowly torture them...something worthy of even Alistairs praise. And that was saying something.
A shuffling sound from his side made Dean snap his head around to see what was coming. But it was only Sam. A flash of relief filled him. At least Sam was close, and alive. Now all he had to do was get the ropes binding them off and wake Sam up, because the sasquatch was still passed out.
Dean looked around where he was tethered. After a few seconds he spotted something useful...a piece of glass. Well, Dean thought as he scooted near enough to reach it, this will have to do, seeing as I don't have anything else. He picked the glass up, situated himself so if anyone came in they couldn't see what he was doing, and began the tedious process on cutting through the thick rope.
Dean was almost through his constraints when the most sexiest woman he had ever seen walked into the room. She saw that Dean was awake and gawking at her and smiled nastily at him, showing her pointed teeth and long fangs. "I wouldn't do that, pig. I do not appreciate being stared at. Especially by vermin like you."
Dean instantly went with the sarcasism distraction to get the rest of the ropes off. "Oh, so your a lesbian. I can respect that. Woman on woman turns me on too. I'm not picky. Though I do expect some action too."
The method of distraction was working. The beast was focused souly on what Dean was saying and nothing more. "Oh! You males are such egomaniacal slobs...everytime that I come close to one, I want to tear their heads off and stick it in an internal fire!'
Dean whisled, "Wow, sounds like some one's daddy didn't love them enough. But hey, join a strip club. You won't feel so left out then...and it would put that body to good use." He winked at her and smirked.
She growled, "You insolent, pig-headed, imbicile. Do you know who...what I am? Hmm? No, you probably don't, otherwise you would be cowering in a dark corner, begging for my mercy."
Dean snorted, "Yeah right, sister. I'm not really the 'beg for mercy' type...but you know, if your into the dominating thing, I could make an exception."
By the look on her face, he could tell he was pushing his luck. All he needed was a few more seconds. The ropes were almost cut through. All he needed was a little more time. So now he went with distraction plan B...interrogation.
"So, you say your miss high-and-mighty...who are you. Because to me you sound like some stuck-up sexist who hasn't gotten laid in at least a year. You know that sexual tension can really brake a person."
She shook her head, "You fool. You only see one side of me. I have many different forms, as well as names. But many know me as Coatlicue. I am an Aztec goddess. To be more specific, I am the mother of all Aztec gods and goddesses. I am the goddess of fertility, as well as death. I am the one women and men both used to pray to while a baby was in the womb, because I am the one who reaps the souls of mothers and children that die during child-birth. So, yes, you should be bowing down to me, boy, for I am all-powerful."
Dean just let out a chuckle and lifted an eyebrow, "Wow...I take back what I said...not only are you a sexist bitch, but you're a sadist, and you're full of yourself. You need help chick."
Dean knew he pushed his limits. He knew it, but he didn't care, this bitch just kept pissing him off. Just her presence made him want to bitch slap her. But instead he was the one that got bitch slapped. However, it was harder than he expected, and he was knocked out cold. The last thing he saw was an enraged fertility bitch snarling at him...at it wasn't one of the greatest things he had ever seen.
Heh...I realize that the chapters are kind of short. But I will try to get them longer from now on. Oh, and just so you know, Coatlicue is a 'real' goddess...in the sense that Aztecs really worshipped her. When I read up about her I pictured her as a total bitch...so that is how I am writing her. The Aztecs weren't necissarily a big fan of her either, apparently. I mean, who would, really, when she's the one who decides who'll die during child-birth, and then reap the souls. Again...total BITCH!
Hahaha...ignore my ramblings ^/^
