Title: Ghoulish Delights
Author: FauxFoxx
Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence and gore.
Disclaimer: It's probably a good thing I don't own them. I would do evil naughty things if I did.
Sam drifted in and out of consciousness. It was getting harder and harder to stay awake. Harder and harder to want to stay awake. When he was awake he was lightheaded, dizzy and so very cold. Some parts of a human body should never get that cold. Like the insides. So he drifted, unwilling to rejoin a reality that included raw skin and flesh exposed to chill air.
A sharp tug on a wound snapped him back with a jolt. The ghoul batted at the strip of flesh hanging from his arm, coiling it around her fingers and flicking it around. Entertaining herself as she waited for him to wake up again. She had pulled 3 strips from him. He passed out each time and she waited for him to come to before pulling another one each time. Sadistic Bitch.
Seeing he was awake again, she grinned and took a strong hold of the skin she was playing with. Sam barely had the energy to even wince at the touch anymore. He was so tired. He just wanted to slip back into the warm comfort of unconsciousness. He was starting to forget why it was so important to stay awake. His mind was so fogged with pain and exhaustion.
She yanked the bit of flesh sharply and it ripped free of his arm with a meaty snap. Sam found he still had the energy to arch off the stone slap and groan his agony into the gag. He collapsed back down and blinked slowly and stupidly. He had two more strips of skin still attached to him, one across his stomach and another on his leg. If she pulled them off too there was no way he could stay conscious.
She nibbled at the end of skin in her hand like a child would a bit of candy. She laid her head on his chest and gazed up at him, her crazed eyes meeting his glassy pain-filled eyes. Slurping the last of the flesh into her mouth she started to pet his tattoo again.
The world grayed out and he sunk into the blackness once again as she started to carve around the tattoo trying to lift it up.
Hold... on... why was I trying... so hard... to... hold... on...
Dean raced through the graveyard that the sewer had let out beside. His heart was pounding and not just from running. If he had chosen wrong, if Sam wasn't here, he would be forced to go back into the tunnels and back track to the last branching sewer. He was going on gut instinct and was terrified that it wouldn't be enough to save Sam. There had been the slightest imprint in the grass beside the manhole cover that could have been something large laid down while a creature put the cover back on the manhole. Dean prayed that he wasn't seeing clues that weren't there.
A cemetery. All his instincts told him this was the right way. It was cliched for a reason. There was just something about bone-yards that monsters were attracted to. He didn't even know what the monster even was, but he was officially out of time for research. Whatever it was, it had Sammy, so he was just gonna have to go in guns blazing and figure it out the hard way. They could always come back later and gank the sucker, he just had to make sure Sam was okay first.
All the graves he ran past looked old and undisturbed. He was vaguely heading toward the mausoleums towards the back of the park. If he was a monster looking to hide a meal, a mausoleum is where he'd go.
The graveyard wasn't too terribly large and only boasted about half a dozen crypts. Of those six, only three looked like they had been tampered with recently. Only one had dead grass and rotten plants surrounding it tho. Going with the gut instinct of unholy ground, Dean crept around to peer into the foggy windows.