FROM BAD TO WORSE
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You know the rules; I own no rights at all to do with SUPERNATURAL!
AUTHORS NOTES:
Thanks to all who read and reviewed Chapter 10. Have you figured out who the werewolf is yet? I know some of you did. Here's chapter 11, not for those with a weak stomach, enjoy!
Thanks as always goes to my beta msokiedokie.
Chapter 11
Rae-Anne stared hard at the barn doorway, her eyesight blurring as her eyes continued to fill up with tears the empty rectangle of space reflecting the moonlight across the dirt floor where a few minutes before green eyes and his brother had staggered into the night.
From what she'd heard before she knew Daddee had gotten away, now she was waiting for his familiar shape to fill the doorway to come and rescue her from the manacles that bit into the flesh of her wrists. Thinking only of herself and her own pain not sparing a thought that this is just a tiny fraction of the pain and hurt she'd put her 3 captives through, the first 2 having died as a result.
Still no sign of Daddee. He wouldn't leave me, would he?
She screamed into the rag in frustration pulling down on the manacles at the same time, the manacles slipped down from her wrists to the widest part of her hands. Pulling her thumbs into her palms making them as small as possible she again pulled down, again she screamed into the rag after a few seconds of pain her wrists slipped free of the manacles. She fell to her knees a sharp stone buried in the dirt digging into her knee, pulling the rag out of her mouth so it was around her throat she sat on the dirty floor sobbing, "Daddee, Daddee, where are you?" and rubbing at her sore scraped wrists.
When she'd recovered she got shakily to her feet shuffled out of the barn and into the moonlight. The back door to the house was open but there was no sign of Daddee, she'd go to the house and get the rifle, she wanted green eyes back and she'd get him back if it meant killing the brother and the sheriff. She took 2 steps towards the welcoming light spilling from the back door stopping dead in her tracks as a deep animal growl sounded off to her left coming from around the side of the barn, she spun to face the sound as a large animal emerged from the shadow of barn into the moonlight crouching low on all fours it took slow stealthy steps towards her it's yellow eyes glinted, lips curling away from its huge canine teeth in a look of contempt and loathing the look accompanied by another deep menacing growl. Taking shallow, panicked breaths Rae-Anne backed away from the creature.
The creature's mouth opened wide and a howl of rage and anger split the air around her. It was like a starter's pistol going off, her queue to run. She turned and ran towards the house, she ran faster than she ever had in her whole life her eyes pinned on the beckoning light and relative safety of the door.
She could hear the creature's feet pounding on the ground or was it her own heart pounding in her ears, when she was nearing safety maybe 8 feet away the pounding stopped and a moment later she was knocked to the ground from behind what little air she had forced out of her lungs, the heavy muscular weight of the creature pinning her to the muddy ground, she whimpered in terror as the creature sniffed at her ear she felt it's hot breath against her cheek, she squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering softly.
The creature pounded after the girl when the girl was a few feet from the house she leapt; all four paws landing on the girls back bringing her down to the ground, she could feel the girls terror as she sniffed at the side of her face, the girl closed her eyes whimpering pathetically. She lifted her muzzle from the girl's face and looked at her as she kept her pinned beneath her, the girl wasn't even struggling. She felt no sadness for the girl, no remorse for what she was about to do. Opening her jaws wide she bit down into the middle of the girls back and wrenched a huge lump of flesh away, the girl let loose a high pitched scream. The creature smiled tossing the flesh away to the side then bit down again and again her teeth scraping and crushing bone as she ripped the girl apart the girl screamed again at the second and third bites then fell silent, the fifth bite yielded her the prize she sort the girls black heart.
----- FBTW -----
The animal howl was followed a minute later by a high pitched shrill scream.
Sam glanced at Mike when he said. "Rae-Anne."
Two more screams sounded in quick succession, Sam sprung into action; he hunkered down beside Dean and gripped his arm firmly, now he was more anxious than ever to get him away from here. "We gotta hurry."
When Mike made no move to help him Sam looked up at him Mike was looking down the track towards the road, "Mike?"
Mike dropped down beside him, before he said. "I'm gonna go and get the car, this is taking too long, you've got the silver bullets if that thing gets here before I get back."
Sam opened his mouth to protest before he realized Mike was right, this was taking too long, and he was feeling weak and shaky and even with Mike's help he was struggling with Dean's muscular weight and his own weakness. The werewolf was behind them and the car was in the other direction. "Be careful." Was all he said.
"I will," he said as he got to his feet pulling his gun from the holster and cocking it ready, "don't go anywhere."
With that ridiculous statement he took off at a run towards the road, spurts of mud shooting up from under his feet raining down all around him and splattering his clothes.
After he disappeared around a bend in the track Sam looked down at Dean, the moonlight made his skin look translucent the darkening bruise on his cheek the only color in his pasty face. "Hang on Dean, Mike's gone to get the car."
Sam pulled Dean's gun from his waistband, he checked the clip and brought the gun up bracing his gun hand with his left he stood protectively beside the prone body of his brother, legs braced apart, his left leg touching Dean, he needed the contact with Dean to keep him grounded, perspiration rolled down his throat to be absorbed by his rapidly dampening shirt, nausea churning in his stomach. Blinking sweat from his eyes he scanned the thick brush on both side of the track, aware of every leaf that shivered or swayed in the evening breeze, every now and then sparing a glance in the direction they had come from, alert to any sound or movement any sign that the werewolf was close.
"Hurry Mike."
----- FBTW -----
Wade had heard the animal howl and the screams, the screams that he knew belonged to his baby girl. He stopped running and looked around him breathing heavily his heartbeat throbbing in his temples. His flight from the sheriff had taken him a long way from the house, he turned back towards the house he'd go back and get his rifle his baby girl and stop that bastard and the others from leaving, and he'd shoot them all and bury them along with the other 2 of Rae-Anne's toys.
Wade was half way back to the house when he heard it - a low throaty growl coming from somewhere to his left, he stopped dead staring so hard at the brush there that his eyes started to water, his Adam's apple bobbing as swallowed nervously. The growl sounded again closer, accompanied by two glowing orbs of yellow that looked like a pair of feral eyes.
Wade turned and ran towards the track, he heard the sound of heavy grunting breathing, the rustle of branches as it pushed its muscular body through the brush the snap of twigs and the roll of dislodged stones under its feet as it pounded after him, he tripped over something a root or a stone putting his hands out to save his fall skidding along the ground on his knees, elbows and the palms of his hands. Momentarily stunned he looked up and through a small gap in the trees saw the track leading to the road. Scrambling forward a few steps on hands and knees before regaining his feet he ran for the gap and shot like a bullet out of a gun onto the dirt track. He headed to the left and began running again towards a bend in the track, he heard the animal broach the trees and thud onto the track behind him.
There was something coming up the track but it wasn't a car, Sam stood his ground pointing the gun in that direction, he was ready he could kill it before it got anywhere near him or Dean.
What ran around the bend in the track was not the werewolf but Wade Crocker, big feet slipping in the mud and throwing harried looks back over his shoulder.
Sam watched him as he stumbled and slipped up to him, anger at this monster that had been one of Dean's tortures he stepped forward putting himself between his brother and Wade. Sam lowered the gun and gripped Wade by the bicep, bringing him to a stop in front of him.
Wade sucked in a breath through a wide open mouth, gasping out. "Help… it's after… me."
Sam shoved Wade aside bringing the gun up again, the track was empty there was nothing there.
"It was… right… behind me." Wade said, wide eyes looking back the way he had come.
It happened so quickly, Sam glanced at Wade, over his shoulder he saw movement as the werewolf launched itself from the edge of the trees at Wade landing its front paws in the center of Wade's back forcing Wade violently into Sam. He felt himself falling only stopping as he slammed into the ground, the gun jolted from his hand as he landed, pain shot through the back of his head as it collided with the ground in spite of the mud it was hard underneath, his head fell to the side his vision blurred and black spots did a highland fling across his eyes. Before the black spots grew and closed over into a solid mass he saw a blurred flash of Dean lying a few feet away, still unconscious, through the buzzing in his ears he heard frenzied snarls and growling and a whimpering begging voice that faded away into silence and darkness.
----- FBTW -----
Stop that annoying too loud babbling and someone shut that dog up. A cacophony of noise bringing Dean back to the surface once again, he rolled his head to the side and opened his eyes blinking to clear his vision.
The sight of Sam lying a few feet away his head turned towards him, face flushed, eyes shut, lips slightly parted, long bangs clinging damply to his forehead sent stabs of fear through his gut. "Sam… Sammy?" He could hardly hear his own voice cracked and weak as it was, so there was no way that Sam who appeared to be unconscious or God forbid worse would hear him. Dean saw Sam's chest rise on an intake of breath. Unconscious, not dead, thank god.
He could still hear the dog snarling and growling and the human voice… begging? He rolled slowly and laboriously onto his side, groaning as pain shot through just about every inch of his body. He turned his head in the direction of the voice.
A werewolf was standing over Wade paws straddling his big body, yellow eyes pinning Wade down even though the animal wasn't touching him. How can that be I killed it didn't I? Its canine snout was close to Wade's face lips curled back from snarling jaws in what looked almost like a grimace of pleasure thick strings of saliva dripping onto Wades face and neck as he whimpered and begged for his life.
"Please don't, don't hurt me." Wade begged his voice cracking on the 'me'.
This was not the same werewolf; there slight differences in the size and the coloring. Dean was tempted to leave Wade to the werewolf after what he'd done to him, and the 2 other missing men, but he was a hunter of supernatural evil and although Wade was evil, he was not evil in a supernatural way, he was just an evil man and he needed to be punished by law for the torture and murder he'd instigated and been a part of.
"Hey," his own voice barely audible over Wade and the werewolf, he tried again, "hey over here you fugly bastard," his voice stronger this time.
The werewolf stopped snarling turning its head towards Dean examining him with what seemed like curiosity, it tipped its head to the side and whined.
No longer the wolf's main interest, Wade took the opportunity to scramble backwards from between the werewolf's paws, the werewolf sensed the movement and turned back to Wade with a howl of anger, snapping its jaws together. Wade froze visibly trembling with fear. Dean saw a dark stain at the crutch of Wade's pants. Oh not so brave now, Mr. Crockershit.
The werewolf enraged by Wade's attempt to escape lunged forward at Wade sinking its jaws into Wade's belly, Wade screamed, the wolf lifted its jaws part of Wade's shirt, skin and innards swaying wetly from its jaws. Dean was horrified but unable to look away.
The werewolf dropped the mouthful onto the ground sniffed at it and turned back to Wade whose body shook with spasms his eyes wide and staring, the hole in his stomach leaking blood and dark bodily fluids that were soaking into his clothes and running down onto the ground below him.
Lifting its head the wolf howled at the moon, then sank its teeth into Wade again, nuzzling its face into the cavity that was once Wade's stomach pulling back with another mouthful its muzzle red and covered in gore. Dean felt bile rise into his throat. Wade made gurgling sounds as blood bubbled from his mouth running down the sides of his face, pooling in his ears.
Dean was finally able to tear his eyes away towards Sam, who was still motionless. The moonlight made everything seem surreal, like a dream. Something caught his eye, something he hadn't seen before, when he'd come to, all his focus had been on his little brother. In between him and Sam, obviously flung from Sam's grip when he was knocked unconscious was his own colt and he knew it was loaded with silver bullets, he had to reach it before the wolf finished with Wade and came after him or even worse Sam.
With a quick glance back at the werewolf as it went in for a third bite chomping down again on Wade's insides, who was now still, Dean started to drag his punished body towards the gun; using his elbows for purchase, the only part of him that was reasonably intact, every movement as he inched towards Sam and the gun sent rivers of fiery agony coursing through him, making his head swim and his vision to waver.
The colt was still a foot away when Dean heard the sound of a car approaching, he continued to inch towards the gun, he saw the sweep of headlights reflecting off the trees to his left moments before the car rounded the bend the headlights swung back towards him as the car straightened blinding him as he reached for the gun. The back of the car fish-tailed on the mud as the driver stomped on the brakes the headlights swinging to and fro like strobe lights in a dance club. His grasping fingers came up empty. With a yell of frustration and pain he jerked his body closer to the gun, bright spots of light from the headlights filling his vision, his grasping fingers closed over the butt of the gun as the car came to a halt.
Dean twisted himself around leaning up on one elbow the gun in his hand felt like it was made of lead, he barely had the strength to lift it; he heard the slap of feet in the mud as the driver exited the car then the menacing growl of the werewolf.
Dean blinked the fading spots out of his vision; the werewolf had turned away from Wade and was looking at the newcomer, still out of Dean's sight, crouched low, its muzzle coated in dark red, lips pulled back from its teeth growling continuously. It slunk forward a step, then stopped , sat on its rump tilting it's head to the side giving whoever it was that was standing out of sight the same look it had given to him before, whining softly. Dean had never seen a werewolf do that before.
As if a switch had been flipped and without warning the wolf sprang, bounding forward, not in the direction of him and Sam but towards the newcomer.
Dean fired 3 times in succession praying that the shaking of his gun hand wouldn't affect his aim and stop the werewolf before it reached it target. At first Dean thought he had missed as the wolf kept coming, then it suddenly dropped sprawled out in the mud, twitching.
Unable to hold himself or the weight of the gun up any longer Dean closed his eyes falling back in the mud letting the gun drop from his hand as footsteps squelching in the mud drew nearer stopping next to him. He felt a hand on his arm and a rich deep voice said quietly. "Dean." I know that voice. Dean opened his eyes looking into the dark worried face of Mike Washington.
"Is it dead?" Dean asked.
"Mike looked over his shoulder t the werewolf, saying, "I think so."
"Take the gun and go check, if it's not you gotta shot it in-"
"The heart, yeah I know Sam told me." Mike stood and moved out of Dean's sight.
Dean twisted around onto his front and looked at Sam, he still hadn't moved, fear churned Dean's already roiling gut, he resumed crawling across the muddy ground, covering the short distance between him and Sam faster than he thought possible, falling half across Sam's thighs, he placed his hand on Sam's chest feeling the steady beat of Sam's heart against his trembling palm. He fisted his hand in Sam's shirt and shook the material. "Sammy, come on man, wakey wakey, nap time's over."
Someone was shaking him, the vibrations jolting his aching head, sending tentacles of pain racing to the back of his eyeballs. The shaking continued accompanied by a familiar voice. "Sammy, come on man, wakey wakey nap time's over."
There was a heavy weight across his nether regions, pinning him to the ground. The werewolf? Sam groaned aloud, the shaking stopped only to be replaced with a rhythmic patting on his chest. Rolling his head against the sucking damp ground he blinked his eyes open, a halo of fuzzy light surrounding the huge looming moon.
He lifted his head and looked down to see what the hell was going on, straight into the dark-ringed green eyes and bruised pale face of his brother. "Dean? What the hell!" Sam sounded puzzled.
"Nice of you to join us, sleeping beauty," Dean said through cracked lips, resuming the patting on Sam's chest, "think it's my turn for a nap now."
Forgetting his aching head Sam sat up; Dean's hand fell away from his chest. Over the top of Dean Sam could see Mike on his knees beside a pale body and beyond that the mutilated body of Wade Crocker.
Sam looked back at his brother; he reached for Dean grasping his upper arms. "Did you?" He didn't have to finish.
Dean gave him a pained smile giving a small nod of his head, and then his eyes rolled up, his head dropped onto Sam's stomach, body going limp, and the weight across him increased.
"Dean, Dean," Sam rolled him off his legs and pulled him up against him. Dean's head rested on Sam's chest a parody of how they'd been moments earlier. Sam rested his cheek against the top of Dean's head, closed his eyes, shutting out the world, content for now to just hold him.
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Mike stood over the werewolf; he'd never seen anything like it; resembling a wolf in shape and size but with some human characteristics. It was lying on its side, one of its front legs bet back towards its body. 2 of Dean's shots had hit it the chest the third in the top of its front leg, blood spreading slowly through its silvery coat. To spite the 3 bullets it had taken it was not yet dead. Mike saw its side rise as it took a shuddering breath and the twitch of its paws.
Why had it hesitated? Before it had run at him it had looked at him strangely, almost like it thought it had known him, which was not possible as Mike had never encountered a creature like this before. Then it had attacked heading straight for him even though Sam and Dean had been closer. If Dean hadn't fired when he did Mike knew he would be dead, ripped to pieces. Even so he felt a strange kind of sadness for the creature. He lifted the gun and pointed it at the blood covered chest, ready to finish it off, before he pulled the trigger it gave a sigh, the breath leaving its body and it lay still, no more movement , it was dead.
Mike lowered the gun, what he saw next would haunt him for a long time maybe forever. The creature began to change in front of his eyes, the muscles under the skin rippling the hair shriveled and drew back into the skin, the whole body changing shape, refining, elongating, becoming more human like, the skin became lighter in color and finer in texture.
The whole process took next to no time. A short time later lying in front of him was no longer a wolf like creature but the slender body of naked woman, but not just any woman, a woman Mike knew all his life, his Gracie, the love of his life.
Mike sank to his knees in the mud beside her, his suddenly weak limbs making it impossible to stay standing; the gun falling from his numb fingers. Tears fell onto her naked bloody body. He reached out his hand and caressed her pale cheek and smoothed her dark blonde hair. Wishing to see her kind lop-sided smile the smile she kept especially for him. To see her gray/blue eyes alive with mischief and laughter, once more, just once more.
TBC
So the bad guys are dead and so is the werewolf, but Dean is still in need of urgent medical attention and Sam is not the best. Will they get Dean to help before it's too late?
Thanks for reading and Happy Easter!
