Chapter 4: My Brother the Dinosaur
Dean had seen a lot of strange things in his life. This was one of the strangest things that he had ever seen in his whole life. It should have been a simple hunt. Find and deal with the Voodoo Queen. The Voodoo Queen who happened to be the Hunter who had called him and his brother. He remembered how she had hated the fact that Julian had come with them. At the time he had not thought so much on why she had been quick to get them away from the hotel that they were staying at and away from Julian. Dean had became aware as to why she had wanted them away from Julian as soon as things started to add up in the bayou. That was when she attacked him and his brother. In the fight they had gotten separated and in the time she had transformed Sam into a raptor. The raptor that he was leaning against as they both struggled to get to the building that was in the middle of the grasslands.
He could not help but look over at the raptor. His brother was watching where they were going and he didn't seem to be bothered that Dean was gripping the feathers on his neck. Sam had taken to his right side. His right leg was still in a lot of pain after Gordon had stabbed it with his sickle claws. He could still walk on it for a few steps, but he was glad that Sam was given him the support that he needed.
He could not help but hiss in pain when his right foot caught a branch that had been hiding from both of them. Sam stopped walking and looked at Dean. He made chirping noises as he brought his snout closer to Dean's face. Dean didn't think of what he was doing. He placed his hand on Sam's snout. The scales were bumpy and real. There was also a little heat coming off of the black scales. He could see a few teeth sticking out but the rest of the teeth were hidden from view. That was what he was glad for. He didn't want to see Sam's sharp teeth that could easily tare into his flesh if he should get into one of his moods.
Sam started to purr when Dean ran his hand up his head from his snout. The scales on the top his head were all lumpy and bumpy like he had seen with all the reptiles that he had seen. Then the scales changed to the silver and blue feathers that decorated his head and neck along with his tail. The feathers were soft and warm. Dean couldn't help but ruffle the feathers that decorated his brothers head. The purring remained going but Sam was making a few other noises at Dean. Dean could not help but smile as he saw his brother managing to throw him a bitch face, despite his face covered in scales.
"It's okay Sammy! We will find a way to turn you back to normal!" Dean said. He still had both his hands wrapped in the feathers of Sam's neck and shoulders. Sam's head nudged against his chest causing Dean to take a step back from the power that Sam still didn't know that he possessed. "Come on Sam! Lets get inside so I can get off your back!" he said. He got his arm back into its position as before to help Sam support his weight.
He took a step forward with his left foot. A second later his right foot followed. He was glad that Sam was given him support as he hobbled on his right leg towards the building. The building that looked like it could fall down at any moment but it was providing the with much needed shelter. Shelter that they needed if they were going to make it through the night.
A loud booming sound caused Sam to jump and lean in closer to Dean. The movement that Sam had made show Dean having to make a quick move on his right foot. Dean hissed in pain as his brother leaned in closer to him. The first loud booming that came from the sky was followed by a bright flash of light. Sam leaned in even closer to Dean and made a chirping noise.
Dean watched as Sam got closer to him and lowered to the ground. Dean listened to the noises that Sam was making. The noises of distress and fear. His brothers senses must have been much more sensitive than his. Keeping his right hand on Sam's neck he gripped onto the silver and blue feathers. He soothed the feathers that he was touching as another loud bang exploded from the sky. He felt Sam's tail wrapped his legs and he looked down at his left leg to see the tail wrapped around his leg. The feathery tip of the tail lay on his foot.
"Sam!" Dean said with more authority in his voice than he should have. Sam was still cowering close to him that he could feel the shivers going up his legs. He waited for his brother to look up at him before he lowered himself the best he could to Sam's eye level. "Listen we need to inside that building! I know your hearing and eyesight is much better than mine, but trust me once we get inside it will be better for your hearing and also your back!" he continued. He smiled in hopes that that would be enough to calm his younger brother down.
He tried to get back up to his height but his right leg cramped. Wincing in pain he looked down at Sam who was rubbing his head with his clawed hands. "Sam a little help?!" he asked his brother.
Sam finally got back up to his full height. Dean's right arm was still wrapped around his back and that helped him get his brother back up to his feet. Sam looked up at Dean. His made a hissing noise that asked Dean if he was ready to go. His hazel eyes moving in every direction as he watched what was going on around them. He did not get a reply that he was expecting from Dean. His brother started to walk. When he placed his right foot on the ground he leaned more onto his back. Huffing Sam kept Dean on his feet.
The stroll to the building should have taken them a few minutes, but it didn't. It took them an extra twenty minutes to get from the edge of the bayou where Gordon had attacked them to the front door of the building. Every few minutes Dean needed to rest his right leg after pushing it too much. Dean would lean on Sam who gave him the support that he needed as he allowed his leg to rest for a few moments. Then there was a few other times that Sam just stopped in fear of the lightning and thunder. Dean in all those times was there to coax Sam out of his primal moments as gentle as he could. By the time that they got to the building it had started to rain.
Dean stepped away from Sam and limped towards the closed doors. His hair was drenched and flattened against his head. His clothes were sticking to his skin. The rain was so heavy that it had managed to wash away the blood that had stained his leather jacket and jeans. He looked over his shoulder to see that Sam was watching him with those hazel eyes. The more he looked at them the more he released that they were the eyes that his brother has always had. Looking past the eyes he saw that the silver and blue feathers that covered his head down to his shoulders and then his tail. His feathers were drenched and he was already dreading the smell of wet feathers when they were drying off.
He looked back towards the door again. The door was old and like the rest of the building it was falling apart. Putting his hand to the door he pushed the door open. With squeaking hinges the door swung open slowly. Dean touched it again and the door collapsed door the ground.
Dean leapt backwards and pumped into something that was standing behind him. It took him a second to remember that Sam was standing right behind. His brother at the moment was a Velocriaptor. He had pumped into Sam's snout. Jumping in surprise from the touch Dean looked around to see that Sam was right behind him. Letting out a breathe of relief he smiled reassuringly to his brother. His smile dropped when he saw the bitch face that his brother was managing to pull off. Patting Sam's snout before he stepped away from his brother.
He looked at the ground as he moved his right leg. There was little pain with him moving his leg. He just needed to see how it was when he placed his foot down on the ground. He heard clicking behind him and felt something pump into his back. He heard chuffing come from behind him and knew that Sam was asking if he was okay. He placed his foot on the ground. The pain that had come with the movement was bearable now. He looked back over his shoulder and smiled to his brother.
Dean and Sam walked in silence into the building. A flash of lightning flashed across the dark sky as they both got into the building. Dean kept walking and Sam kept following behind him. He led them both into a room well away from the open door. The room also had all of its windows still intact.
Dean walked to the middle of the room where he slowly lowered himself to the floor. He watched Sam as he lowered himself to the ground. "Sam can you find me a First Aid Kit! Also find something that we can use to burn in a fire?" Dean asked his brother.
Sam made a strange noise. His hazel eyes were filled with worry at leaving Dean alone, even if it was for a few moments. "I will be okay, Sammy! I just need to rest for a bet!" Dean told Sam. Sam didn't say anything else but he did leave the room. Dean could hear the clicking of his claws as Sam vanished down the corridor.
Dean lay back against the wall that he was sitting against. He could feel the throbbing pain of his leg that he couldn't help but look at the wound that had been caused by Gordon's sickle claw. He was glad that the wound had stopped bleeding, but he needed to have the wound cleaned and covered in a bandage. The same was said with the bite mark on his arm. He hoped that Sam would not go full raptor when he sees the blood and tries to attack him. No, he needed to trust his brother.
The sound of clicking brought a moment later brought Dean's attention back to the now and then. The clicking was still quite far away from him but he knew without a doubt that it was his brother. He hoped that it was his brother and not Gordon coming to finish what he had started. Dean reached for his pistol in his jean pocket. If it was not Sam he was not going down without a fight. His gun was brought out easily and was in his hand just in time for him to make out the shadow of a Velocriaptor illuminated by a bright flash of lightning.
The raptor soon came into the room and Dean felt himself relax. He lowered his gun onto his left leg as the raptor walked towards him. Its claws clicking against the floor as it walked towards him. Its hazel eyes showed a slight sign of hurt at seeing the weapon that Dean had brought out in case he needed to use it. The hurt was removed quickly as Sam's big brain knew why Dean had brought out the gun. Dean looked at its jaws to see that it was carrying a large green box in its mouth. The raptor got up to Dean's side before it dropped the box at his side. With its snout it pushed it towards Dean. It didn't make any other noises or actions but left again.
Dean reached for the First Aid Box and began the process of cleaning and covering the wounds that had been caused by his brief meeting with Raptor Gordon. The box had everything that he needed from medical cleaning solution to bandages. Everything had not been used for a couple of years and the cleaning solution when he looked closer at it had not been opened before he opened it.
He was checking the bandages that he had wrapped around his arm and leg when Sam returned to the room. He had a mouthful of material that can be used to burn in a fire. Dean had to hold back a laugh at the sight of his brother having to carry things in his mouth. He really didn't have much of a choice in that his hands only have three long fingers that ended in sharp white claws. Sam placed the materials on the ground in front of Dean before moving away.
Dean watched Sam as he lowered himself to the ground. A moment later Sam's eyes closed over and that was when he began to shiver. Dean rose up from where he had been sitting on the ground and slowly walked up to his brother. "Sammy?" Dean asked when he was a foot away from his brother.
Sam's eye lazily opened and zeroed in on Dean. He made sleepy chirping noises but he didn't make any moves at all. Dean walked towards his brother. He dropped to his knees and placed a hand on his brothers snout. The moment he touched Sam's snout he pulled his hand away. The scales before had been warm to the touch but now they were stone cold. "Sam what's wrong? Are you cold?" Dean asked. He placed his hand on the snout again. With his thumb he rubbed circles into the scales. "Man you should have let me know that there was something wrong!" he said with a growl in his voice.
Sam made sad noises and Dean didn't know what his brother was trying to let him know. It might have been something that had come early on. It may have been that the heat of the day had gone and Sam, being a reptile must feel that worse than him. Or it could be due to his feathers still being damp from the rain that they had gotten caught up in. Dean still had his clothes on and he had his body heat, something he didn't know Sam could still make his own body heat or if he needed help to do so.
Dean looked about the room than back to his brother. Sam had curled up. His clawed forelimbs and feet were hidden underneath his body. "Hold on Sammy! I'll start the fire and find something to cover you up with!" he said as he walked to them materials that Sam had brought before he had curled up on the floor.
It didn't take dean long to start the fire with the materials gathered. The orange glow lit up the office room that he and Sam would be spending the night in. With a better light source than the lightning that was still lighting up the night sky, Dean began to look for something that he could cover Sam with until the morning. Seeing nothing he done the next best thing. He took of his jacket and walked up to his brother.
Sam had once again closed his eyes and was slowly drifting into sleep. Dean placed his jacket over his brother who made a chirping noise before he drifted deeper into a sleep. Dean looked at his brother who was now under his jacket. The orange glow of the fire that was close by caught in the black scales that were not covered by his jacket.
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It had been a weird day. One of the weirdest days of my life. Only a moment ago I was fighting a new Voodoo Queen who had set up shop in New Orleans and now I am facing down a dinosaur. The dinosaur had come out of darkness. Its black scales helped it to sneak up on me. Its red eyes told me that it was going to bite me in throat without a care in the world. I was just meat to it. Me, Dean Winchester! I have tackled everything from Wendigos, Werewolves, Ghouls and Vampires was going to be taken out by an oversized turkey that had gone extinct 65 million years ago.
I couldn't go out like this. I had to find Sam. I had to take out Natasha that Voodoo Queen who no doubt hexed me with a curse of two. She seemed like the type to do so.
The raptor hissed got my attention. It had managed to get closer to me. I watched it open its jaws when it was right in front of me. Saliva dripped down from its teeth that could easily tare my arm off without having to put much work into it.
That was when the raptor lunged. The last thing I saw was the sharp teeth of the death turkey as it bite into my throat.
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"Dean! Dean!" Sam's voice broke Dean out of his dream.
Dean's eyes flew open and he shot up from where he was lying flat on his back. The first thing that he saw when he came to was a black snout that was filled with sharp teeth. He couldn't help but shuffle backwards when the jaws opened up and revealed sharp teeth. His hand had touched his gun. The next second his gun was in his hand followed it being aimed at the dinosaur. The reptile took a step back and shot him a bitch face. The best one that a dinosaur that was covered in scales and feathers.
The raptor closed its mouth. Its hazel eyes looked from the gun that was aimed at it before jumping towards Dean. The two stared at each other for a good few moments. The raptor opened its mouth and showed Dean its sharp teeth once again. When it opened its mouth Dean fired. The loud banging from the gun was nothing compared to the raptor screaming in pain from the gunshot wound in the side of its shoulder just above the arm. The raptor jumped well back away from Dean as its arm hung limply at its side.
"What did you do my brother you son of a ...!" Dean stopped in his rant when he remembered what had happened in the day previous. Gordon was a raptor. His brother was a raptor. The raptor that he had just shot with his gun. He looked at Sam to see that his brother was edging away from him. Sam kept his hurt side away from him as he walked past the fire that was still burning in between them. Soon Sam was hiding in the dark shadows thanks to his black scales. Sam started to make noises. The same noises that the raptors from the Jurassic Park films made when they were calling out of help
Dean started to walk towards the shadows where Sam was hiding. He could hear furniture being pushed to the side no doubt by Sam's tail. The calling for help kept sounding and Dean used that to find his brother. The sounds Sam made changed from the call that was causing Dean's spine to tremble to a sound of pain and helplessness. His brother was hurt and he had caused the pain that he was in.
"Sammy its okay! Let me see the wound!" Dean said as he kept walking towards his brother. His could see a huddled shape in the corner hiding behind the table in the room. He jumped back when a hiss came from Sam's jaws. It was so reptilian that Dean thought that it was a real dinosaur that he was dealing with. Sam was a human who had been transformed into a dinosaur, he was not one of birth. Calming his brother down by making calming voices Dean slowly got closer to his brother. He reached out his hand in a sign that he was not a danger and that he meant help. He had seen Sam doing it with dogs so many times before and a hurt raptor was the same thing. Right?
His hand came into contact with Sam's snout. He could feel the bumpy scales underneath his hand. The scales had brought back some heat since the last time that he had touched them, but they were quickly losing their heat. Something that he needed to change quickly. He glanced over his shoulder to see his leather jacket in a heap close by where he had been lying. Sam must have been altered that he had been having a really bad dream and had come over to see how what was happening and what does he do he shots his brother with his gun.
Sam was still hissing. Dean could feel the hissing vibrating through his hand and up his arm. "Sh Sammy! I am just going to look at the wound and get that bullet out of there! Its going to hurt but it will make it better!" Dean said as he started to move his hand towards the silver and blue feathers that decorated the back of Sam's head. A growl was soon heard before Sam shoved Dean away from with his head.
Dean took a step back and removed his hand from Sam's head. He walked towards the fire that was still burning. Sam was quick to follow him out of the shadows. His red eyes narrowed as he focused on Dean with something that he had seen on Werewolves during the full moon. It was the look of hunger. He looked at Sam's eyes again. The last time that he had seen them they had been brown. When did they become red? "Sam!" Dean said in his big brother voice once again. He raised his arm at Sam and that was a bad move.
Red eyes flicked towards the outstretched arm and before Dean could react Sam's jaws had clamped down onto his arm. The two brothers struggled. One of them wanting to cause series damage to the other. The other wanted to get his arm out of the jaws of death before he lost an arm and a brother. "Sammy let go!" Dean shouted as he brought his hand that was not trapped in Sam's jaws up to the jaws that were wrapped around his other arm. "It's going to be okay!" he shouted in hopes of getting through to Sam.
Dean screamed in pain as Sam's teeth finally broke his skin. It didn't help that Sam started to wriggle about causing more damage and blood to get into his mouth. Dean watched as the eyes of the raptor changed from the blood red back to hazel.
Sam froze when he tasted blood entering his mouth. His vision that had been only red a second ago cleared and he came face to face with Dean. His brother was trying to put on a brave but he could see the pain that was coming onto his face. His eyes followed Dean's arm that was not moving at all to see that the limb was trapped in his mouth. His jaws instantly released the limb. He watched as Dean flexed his fingers to see that it was only cosmetic damage that had been done and that his arm was still working.
Sam backed away from Dean. His sickle claws clicking against floor in a nervous manner. He also made noises of dread as he kept stepping away from Dean. He dropped closer to the ground when Dean moved closer to him. He tried to bolt out of the room but his vision became to become blurry. His feet, feet that he was still getting use to got in the way of each other. Sam yelped as he found himself falling to the ground. It didn't help that he landed on his swore shoulder.
Dean ran over to Sam. He dropped to the floor beside his brother. His hand was on Sam's unhurt shoulder as soon as his knees touched the ground. "Sam can you roll over to this side! I need to get the bullet out and see if I can stitch the wound! The wound that I had caused!" Dean said the last part breaking up as he saw the pain that Sam was in. He reached from the snout that was covered in still wet with his blood. Showing great trust he ran his hand over the teeth. The teeth that were beginning to stain red from the blood.
"Sam, please! Its my fault that you are in this pain! Its my fault that you are all scaly and feathery!" he pleaded. His hand moved away from the teeth and placed reassuringly on the flat of Sam's snout. His could feel the nostrils underneath his hand inhaling and exhaling. He was still getting use to feeling of scales that covered his brothers transformed body.
Sam didn't make a noise, but he rolled over so that Dean could see the wound on his shoulder. He curled up close to himself. His good hand that was trapped under his weight tried to move in the angles that they could move when he was human, but in the raptors form he found that a lot of his movements had gone or were changed so much that he was not used to. His sickle claws were one of the weirdest things that he was still getting use to. For a while they seemed to have a mind of their own and he still felt that they had a mind of their own. He hissed in pain and shock when Dean touched the bullet wound.
"Sorry! I still need to get the bullet out of your arm and then clean it so it doesn't get infected!" Dean's voice broke through the haze that Sam was finding himself falling into. The same haze that he had fallen into before he had attacked Dean. He looked over to Dean who was still talking on what he was doing.
It took Dean a lot longer to get the bullet out of his shoulder and in all that time he spoke to Sam. He told how he was getting past all the scales that covered muscles like nothing he had seen before. Sam had felt alone when he had gotten up to collect the First Aid Box that he had brought for Dean. Dean didn't stop talking. He didn't stop talking as he applied the medical cleaning solution to the open wound. He was there to calm him down as he hissed and pleaded for Dean to stop as the pain got too much for him. Dean didn't stop but he told him the pain would go away in a short amount of time. The next came the stitches and they were the hardest thing. Dean had to find a needle that was large and strong enough to go through the thick scales that protected his ribs that were protecting his vital organs. Dean struggled to stitch the wound but in all the time that he was working he spoke to him.
Dean stepped away from his brother as he looked for any other wounds that Sam might not have told him about. He saw the bite marks that Gordon had given him when they had fought for a brief fight. Those wounds had stopped bleeding and had scabbed over. Some good news for them was all he could say. He cleaned those wounds with the medical solution, after telling Sam what he was doing.
"Sam I'm going to be gone for a few moments! I need to kill that fire and start a new one! We need to get you heated up again!" Dean told Sam. He had placed his hand on Sam's head and ran his hand through the feathers that decorated the back of his head. "I'll be right back!" he promised before walking away.
Dean was true to his word in that a few moments later he had killed the old fire that was slowly dying on its own. He built up a new fire much closer to Sam quickly. The orange glow was a welcome to the cold and darkness of the office room that they had dropped themselves into during the storm. The storm that was still raging outside. The storm had been the least of his worries during the night. A loud banging came from outside and Sam woke from his pain induced sleep. He had always been afraid of thunderstorms since he was a child.
Dean walked over to his brother whose hazel eyes had not changed one bit and were locked onto the window. The window that was showing that the storm was still raging on outside. It would no doubt remain going on until the morning. He dropped to the ground beside Sam. Sitting right beside the jaws that could easily rip off his arm. He had to remember that this was his brother. It was not some savage beast that wanted to kill him to eat him. The jaws that he was scared off suddenly moved towards him. The jaws remained closed though and soon they were lying on his legs.
He was surprised at the weight of the head that was lying on his legs. Looking past the jaws that were filled with teeth he looked to the eyes to see that they were closed. He could see the eyeballs underneath the eyelids moved about as Sam dreamed of something that only his brother would dream of. Looking beyond the head to the rest of the body, Dean was still surprised that his brother was a dinosaur that had died out 65 million years ago. There was no connection with this raptor and his brother other than his eyes. His scales were black and red with silver and blue feathers. Those were colours that Sam would never wear at all.
Dean would have said something to Sam but he felt himself slip into sleep. Before he drifted off fully he felt Sam shift his head onto his chest. In the movement he heard his long claws clicking against the ground. He hoped that with his body heat and the fire's heat Sam would warm up enough to start moving more.
All that he knew for the morning was that his brother was a dinosaur. He was going to ask questions to Sam in the morning when both of them felt much better.