Title: Feels Like You Crashed Into My Life
Rated for: T - for now.
Genre: Adventure / Mystery / Suspense / Romance
Fandom/Universe: Supernatural
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, OC
Pairings: ?
Spoilers/Warning: Not Sure
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended.
Summary: She has been a prisoner far longer than she can remember. So she's not about to let two guys in a '67 Impala derail her escape.
Status: In-Progress
Author's Note: I'm still writing, not quitting, just taking me a while to get this one done.
Chapter: What's A Boy Supposed To Do?
They're arguing about her, about what to do with her considering demons and Hell are after her. They need time to figure out the why and the only place they know of, where they might find the answer to that, isn't far at all.
"We can keep an eye on her at the Bunker." Sam says yet again. They glance towards her but Týphōnë just keeps walking towards the Impala. She ignores their bickering in favor of surveying their surroundings. She's not sure what she dislikes about this time, not that she hadn't seen some of it on the TV she was allowed to watch with Lucifer. The things that caught his fancy, or he simply wanted to gloat about some terrible event humans had brought about, and why had his Father chosen to favor such awful creatures when HE already had HIS angels…
Týphōnë had prayed to the Gods; asked for deliverance, for strength, for a way to exact revenge if she wasn't meant to leave the Hell they'd dragged her to. She hadn't believed that one God would be stronger than all the others…
Lucifer had given her lesson, after lesson, in that respect. And still, Týphōnë had not broken; she would not let them win. Not the Gods, or Lucifer, or any of them.
There was something different about her, something that made her valuable to Lucifer. She had always been different, a special gift from the Gods, or so her Father had said. That difference had an origin and now that she was freed from Hell and free of Lucifer… Týphōnë was not going to waste time on anything that wasn't trying to figure that out. What she found difficult was all the time that had passed, which meant there was no one she could ask… everyone was dead. Her people, her way of life… it was all gone.
So where was she supposed to start her search?
They entered the parking structure, the Impala sitting at the far end in a shaft of sunlight haloing her. Týphōnë slowed her steps, the Winchester's easily caught up and flanked her, then passed her.
Dean noticed first, the slowing steps of their new 'friend', and turned. A slight frown on his face reflected his annoyance at the delay. Týphōnë slowed her steps even more, her eyes narrowing as she recognized the smell. She hadn't thought it would be so soon, but Týphōnë had known Lucifer was not about to let her go so easily.
Sam turned and saw Týphōnë raise her hands. At the same time that Dean reached to his back and the gun he carried there. In the next moment, both Winchesters were thrown off their feet and sent flying past Týphōnë. The force of the demons energy sent her sliding on her feet backwards, but only a few paces. That was all the demon had the chance to do before Týphōnë was on him. Two water daggers in hand and a war cry as she ran forward and tackled the demon to the ground. Lighting forked through the body as two more demons came out of the shadows.
Sam was just getting up, he spotted the trio of demons running towards Týphōnë. He pushed to his feet, watching her avoid the grab of the first demon and then it lit up. Its not like when they kill a demon with Ruby's knife, there's no fork of lighting. And it doesn't look anything close to the glow from Castiel's heavenly blade. Týphōnë's water daggers light up the demons like a fuse, the sparks radiate outward through the meat suit from the point of impact. And as he watched, the meat suit charred and then crumbled to ash.
"What the hell…?" Dean was just as surprised. Neither brother had seen Týphōnë do that before and there wasn't time to question her about it just then.
Týphōnë rolled, the demon she held in her grip ended up knocking down the second demon. That gave her enough time to hook her arm on the third demons neck and flip around. She landed back to back and with a quick yank, she broke its neck. Týphōnë took a step towards the demons getting to their feet and let go of the one she'd almost decapitated.
"Watch out!"
Týphōnë felt their presence a second before Dean shouted the warning. The blade skimmed past her cheek, she could see it out of the corner of her eye. A bronze, double edged blade, triangular in shape, thick at the top until it thins out at the tip. The only blade Týphōnë had been gifted that her Father had ever taken issue with.
'Scyth.'
Dean stabbed the demon and grabbed the second one. That earned him a fist but thanks to Sam the demon was pinned and Dean stabbed it in the chest.
"There's more!" Sam warned as another group of four approached. Dean glanced towards Týphōnë, but she was busy with two females trying to slice into her. Just then, he saw her jab and swing then kick, before sort tackling the tall red head.
"Whoa…" Dean hadn't seen anyone move like she did; a mix of boxing, wrestling and some violent karate that didn't look anything like the moves in 300.
"How the hell'd they find us?" Sam demanded with a glare at the demons moving towards them.
Dean's regretted making the pit stop to get her clothes, more than once. Another glance towards his Impala and he spots Týphōnë getting kicked into Baby, hard enough to rock her. Dean almost heads towards them, sort of a knee jerk reaction to the manhandling his Baby is suffering.
Týphōnë drags in a breath, pushes off the ground and has a water xhiphos almost formed as she swings her arm left. She can hear the Schyth scream, the crunch of bone and feel the hot splatter of blood on her face and clothes. She ignores the body falling to her right and turns her attention to the Scyth who's boot shoves her into the metal beast Dean says is a 1967 Chevy Impala. There's the groan of metal at the impact and the pain she's feeling is turned into another war cry.
Sam can't believe what he's seeing. Its practically a scene out of 300, and there's no way of hiding the carnage. The sword changes into a puddle of sorts, following her hands. She stabs the woman with her own knife and knocks her into Baby. Sam winces, he knows how much his brother loves that car and glances over. Sure enough, Dean saw it, and he's gutted another demon with the clear intention of moving it out of his way.
Týphōnë molds the water into a rope; it easily fixes itself around the Scyth's throat. She pulls it slowly, the rope thinning out to sharp, flat blades. With a final tug, Týphōnë has a headless Scyth slowly sliding down Baby's passenger door. Along with a smear of blood dripping down the window…
"Tÿ!"
She turns, hand raised against the blade coming at her face. Týphōnë screams, the sharp point is sticking out the back of her hand. Even so, she curls her fingers around it and with her good hand, makes a fist. The blond Scyth barely loosens her grip, but the second punch makes it easier for Týphōnë to yank her daggered hand from hers.
Dean has a clear shot. There's a splatter of red all over Baby's hood thanks to that and the blond crumbles to the ground. And Týphōnë's glaring at him. Then she's pulling the dagger out of her hand… its kinda gross and kinda hot, which is sort of sick-weird and Dean has no idea how to explain the twitch in his jeans.
"Whoa-." She's staring at him, the dagger quickly flipped in her hand. "Hey!" Dean knows he can't duck in time to avoid the dagger she throws at him. And before he can pull the trigger again, it slides past his face and thunks into another blond woman, who's face, he really doesn't want to look at. Turning away from the gory sight at his feet, Dean spots another one moving in behind Týphōnë. This time, he doesn't have to shoot.
The Scyth is dragged down by the huge dog that lunges over Baby's trunk. She screams because of the jaws clamped onto her shoulder. The hound releases just long enough to snarl and the Scyth swipes her dagger before the jaws clamp on her neck. There's a crunch and snap of bone…
"Hound…?" Týphōnë ignores the numbing pain of the wound on her back, seeing the dog. She smiles, a sigh of relief that the Hound isn't hurt or lost, after all. She hadn't thought to see him again… and now the Hound had come to her rescue.
Sam draws in a heavy breath. He skims the parking structure with all the bodies… and Týphōnë. She's got blood on her face and hair, the sweater is torn… there's a blood stain growing by the second along her left side and blood dripping from the gaping hole in her right hand. She stumbles with the first step and the second is no better. Sam is too far to help Týphōnë stay on her feet and Dean isn't any closer. But neither has to worry, as the dog is beside her.
Týphōnë tries to get up. She hooks her arm around the Hounds head but she can't keep her head from spinning. She can feel her body weakening, there's a heat spreading from her wounded hand and from the wound on her back. 'Poison…'
She can hear the Hound, its woof far off and near at the same time. Her sight goes fuzzy then sharp and then she's seeing triples of everything.
"Tÿ! Whoa!" Dean rushed over. Her arm slid off the Hound's neck but before he could reach her, the Hound lunged towards him, jaws slobbering red. It stood over her, snarling at both Winchesters.
"Its back." Sam hastily jumps back as the Hound lunges towards him. "And pissed! What the hell..!"
"Hey! Knock it off, mutt!" Dean orders. He gets another snarl but the Hound backs up, snout nudging Týphōnë's neck and whining when she doesn't respond.
"Dean, maybe you shouldn't…" Sam warns as his brother leans forward again. Dean tentatively shoves the snout out of the way. He gets a brief snarl before the Hound smacks his giant paw on Týphōnë's side. She barely utters a pained protest, her eyes widening slightly.
"This makes 2, Tÿ." Dean checks her pulse first, its too fast and her skin feels hot. He snaps his fingers but she's not paying any attention. "Týphōnë, hey, look at me." He gently pats her cheek and her eyes slowly shift but she still doesn't focus on him.
"…poison…" there's three of Dean, floating over her. The breath it takes to say that one word is painful. In the next breath, the pain is gone.
"Poison? What-, hey, open your eyes." Dean orders. "You stay awake."
"Look at her hand." Sam points. Whatever the dagger had been laced with, it was spreading. There were green lines like a web flaring outward from the wound and had already reached her wrist. "Whatever that is, its moving fast-."
"If you say we need to take her to a hospital…" Dean warns, with a glance over his shoulder.
"Why not? Dean, we can't help her." Sam looks around and points at the dead bodies. "And we can't stay here."
"Damn it," Dean doesn't have any other ideas, and without knowing what she's been poisoned with, no clue how to find an antidote. "Lets go." He shoves past the mutt and slips his arms under Týphōnë. She's light as a feather and with Sam opening the back seat door, he lays her on the seat. As soon as Dean is out, the mutt shoves past and jumps in. "Watch where you slobber." He warns, though it doesn't matter when her blood is soaking the leather.
She can hear them, their voices a far off echo. The rumble of the engine registers, vibrating through her, the sway of the car as it speeds off … but with every breath she feels it less. From the window, she watches the few trees flash past and the glare of the sun that hits her face. Her eyes feel heavy and slowly close. She tries to open her eyes but all she gets is the glare of sunlight pouring in through the car window. The Hunters are arguing, their voices sound like a far off echo. Pain in her hand is gone, she cant feel the wound on her back either.
The Hound jostles her, its large bulky frame practically on top of her. 'Live!'
Týphōnë barely hears it, that one word… an order. But she lacks the energy to comply. She's not even sure what she's supposed to live for. All she's known, is gone… Her family is dead… her people, no more than distant memories. There is nothing in this time that she recognizes. There is no place for her among these people.
Týphōnë doesn't belong.
"…we belong to the sea…"
Týphōnë tried to turn her face towards the voice but she's no longer able to move, she can barely feel the Hound's weight on her.
"…you will always be welcome…"
She looks up, her eyes blinded by the sunlight in the trees.
"… our strength, our very life, is tied to the ocean…"
The Hound licks her face and neck, gets no response and howls. The Winchester's startle and the Impala swerves just a little before Dean has her back in line.
"You better knock it off!" Dean warns. He sort of turns but doesn't get the chance to glare at the mutt because it snaps at him. Dean almost chokes on the stench of its breath…
"Don't piss it off!" Sam yells.
The Hound snaps at her face the moment her eyes close, but even the jab of his snout into her neck does nothing. After the trouble he went through, helping her, getting her out of the cage, showing her the way, protecting her… And now the Hunters are getting in the way.
The Hound lunges partially into the front seat, snarling at both men.
Its chaos.
Both Hunters yelling, the Hound getting louder and threatening to clamp its jaws into one or both Hunters. And the bleeding girl in the back seat…
"Pull over!" Sam shouts when the Hound gets most of its body in the front seat. He feels the huge paw smack down on his thigh and yells again.
"Hey-! Agh!" Dean smacks his head on the door as the Hound backs into him. He slams the breaks and yanks the steering wheel to the right. There's dirt and pebbles in a cloud as the Impala skids to a halt.
Sam falls, ass first, out of the passenger door with the hound snarling and the stench of its breath chocking him. He gets a very vivid flash of memory, full color and sound effects, of Dean with his chest being torn open-. Its like a punch in the gut and he lands on his back, eyes closed…
Dean automatically reaches for his gun but the Hound backs up on the seat and turns. Its head smacks into the windshield leaving a spiderweb splinter in the glass. The Hound shakes its big shaggy head and not a moment later is lunging towards Dean who's still trying to grab his gun. He gets shoved into the door, hard enough to knock the breath from him.
That's the first thing Sam sees when he opens his eyes again. "Dean! NO!"
The Hound quickly turns on Sam, feeling the grab of hands on its fur. Sam falls back, avoiding the sharp teeth snapping at him. But the Hound jumps out, knocks Sam on his back and he's baying at the passenger door. He turns on Sam again as Dean is getting out, then catches the Hound smacking its paws on his Baby.
"Yo!" Dean quickly comes around the Impala, now able to draw his gun and is startled as the Hound comes around the trunk. He smacks his head into the back door and barks like mad. "What the hell…"
"What-?" Sam gasps. "What's wrong with…it?" he leans on the Impala, hands braced on the shiny black roof and watches the Hound jump away from the Impala and into the road.
"Its fucking nuts." Dean frowns, his gun aimed at the Hound but he hesitates to pull the trigger. Again, the Hound leaps towards the Impala and claws at the back seat door. "NO! Fuck-! I'm gonna shoot you-!"
The Hound turns on Dean, plants its paws and growls.
"Uh…" Sam stares. "Hey, I… I think it understands- whoa." Sam startles when the Hound turns its snarl on him. "Yeah, definitely understands."
"Yeah?" Dean glares. "Understand I will put a cap in your ass if you touch my Baby again!" almost immediately, Dean takes a quick step away from the Hound when it growls at him. Then it whines and again leaps towards the road. It stands in the middle, uncaring of the truck approaching. Dean takes a step forward, lowering his gun. The truck blares its horn and the Hound quickly crosses to the other side of the road, still barking and making a fuss.
"Its coming back." Sam warns as the Hound runs towards them. "Dean! Its-!"
"Don't you do it!" Dean warns, gun aimed. He's surprised when the Hound stops, lowers its head and whines. It shakes itself and stands again and focuses on the door, and starts barking. "What the fuck!"
"I think…" Sam grabs the back seat door. "It wants her out-."
The Hound jumps forward and stops. That's exactly what he wants, to get Týphōnë out of the car and the Hunters are finally understanding that.
"What for? What she needs is a hospital." Because that's where they should be taking her. Only, he's already told Sam they cant.
"You said it yourself, Dean. We don't know what poison it is or where to get an antidote." Sam yanks the door open and the Hound runs to his side. Sam yells when the Hound grabs his arm in its jaws. He feels the skin break and falls when the Hound yanks. He hasn't hit the ground before the Hound lets go and bounds towards the fence separating the lake from the road.
Dean shoots, dirt and dust from the warning shot have the Hound snarling at him but the Hound doesn't make another grab for Sam.
"Dean, look!" Sam winces at the pain lancing up his arm but points. "Maybe…?"
Dean remembers how the water in the faucet had been draw to her. The way it slid up her arms and the towels they'd used to clean her up had been brittle in their hands instead of soaked with… "Water."
The Hound leaps the fence. Finally, he's got the Hunters moving in the right direction. Dean quickly opens the back door and leans in. "Come on. I've got you." He slips his arms under, blood soaking into his jacket sleeve and coating his hand. He pulls her half out then slips his free arm under her legs and hurries around the Impala's trunk.
Sam is already at the fence; barb wire and wood posts. He holds one down with his boot and carefully grabs the other with his hands and lifts so Dean has a wide enough gap to get through. The Hound barks at them, clearly they aren't fast enough.
Its nothing more than a puddle, really. Surrounded by small trees, bordered by a few rocks around a larger boulder. There's a small stream feeding into the pond sized puddle and the Hound isn't getting any closer to the muddy water.
Dean barely hesitates, but a glance at the girl in his arms has his feet moving until they're splashing shin deep. He can feel pebbles under his boots then all of a sudden, Dean slips. He's thigh deep, foot stuck in mud and Týphōnë is almost submerged. Dean manages to keep her head above water. He leans back and pulls on his boot until he's free. He lands on his butt in the shallows and stares at her.
There's blood around them, the bits in her dark hair and on her face… Dean uses one hand to cup more water and starts to clean her off. "Come on, Ty. Wake up…"
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