A.N. Evil, murderous sheets - maybe Ruth needs to consider changing her laundry powder?
Chick xx


CHAPTER 11

Hecate makes her presence known.

Barbara re-appeared bearing more wine. She took two steps into the room before she abruptly came to a halt at the sight of the tableau before her. Ruth was stood, ramrod straight and tall, her gaze locked with Sam's, who stared right back at Ruth from where he sat. Barbara coughed politely. When she spoke there was a wary edge to her voice.

"Um...Excuse me? Have I interrupted something? What's going on? Ruth?"

Ruth's shoulders visibly relaxed and she suddenly broke eye contact with Sam. Turning her head to look over her shoulder at Barbara, she smiled and gave a light hearted burst of laughter.

"Oh, my dear! There's nothing going on, silly. Sam and I were just toying with each other, having a bit of fun, that's all...Here, let me take the wine. Are we all ready for a re-fill?"

Sam stood up, his expression cold.

"Not for me, thank you. If you'll excuse me Aunt Barbara, I'm going up stairs to check on Dean...see if he's still sleeping or if needs anything."

...

Watching Sam stalk out of the room, Barbara wasn't being fooled. She knew she had walked in on the end of something, she just wished she knew what it was. Whatever had happened, she didn't feel at all comfortable about being left alone with Ruth right now, but she guessed that Sam had gone out of earshot in order to ring his brother. With a huge amount of willpower, Barbara endeavoured to put her smile back in place as she turned and held out her empty glass for Ruth to fill. Ruth's movements were little more than a blur as her hand shot out and she grabbed Barbara's wrist in a crushingly tight hold. Leaning forward, her face only inches from Barbara's, Ruth stared into Barbara's eyes, her expression fierce, her underlying tone threatening as she spat out a hissed whisper.

"Who...is...he?"

"Ruth! Please!...Let go, you're hurti... "

Barbara stopped in mid-sentence as Ruth eye's suddenly opened wide and, at the same moment, a deep, completely unnatural, animalistic sound sprang forth from Ruth's mouth. Ruth instantly dragged her hand off Barbara's wrist and stumbled away from her, panting and evidently in pain. Her breaths still coming in gasps, Ruth's glare made Barbara shiver.

"What did you do? What was that? Answer me you little whore!"

Shaking her head, Barbara began to carefully back out of the room, trying to increase the distance between herself and this woman who she had thought was her friend, this, Ruth Suit.

"You're not Ruth! Leave me alone bitch...and get out of my house!"

The cold, cruel smile that twisted the creature's mouth was one that Barbara would never have expected to see on her friend's face. Barbara's terror increased when she saw the red glow shining from deep within the thing's eyes. Time seemed to slow down and, at first, Barbara only watched in fear as she saw the Ruth Suit raise her hand and point one finger in a direct line with Barbara's heart. Barbara's hearing locked in onto the sound of a low chant. Although it came from Ruth's lips, it was in both a voice and a language that Barbara had never heard before. Taking a deep breath, Barbara finally let rip with a scream that ought to have shook the neighbourhood like an earthquake. Behind Ruth, something else had decided that enough was enough, and it raised itself up from the floor, it's muscles rippling, hackles forming a clear ridge along the length of it's broad back, lips pulled away to reveal the long, sharp teeth that were set into it's powerful jaw. Without a sound, Bryn hunched his front end down a touch, and readied himself to launch at the thing which dare to threaten his human.

...

Sam hit the speed dial for Dean as he started to climb the stairs, listening in frustration to the unanswered rings as he made his way quickly to his room. Ending the call as the voice service kicked in, he hit the speed dial again.

"Come on Dean...Don't pull this crap on me now, answer your freakin' phone will you?"

When he got the voice service again, Sam left a curt message.

"She's figured something's wrong. Get out of there!."

He was about to try calling Dean a third time, when a bone chilling scream tore through the house. Sam didn't hesitate, he raced for the ensuite. As he grabbed an aerosol can of hairspray, the unmistakable sound of a large dog's snarl of fury swiftly followed on the heels of Barbara's scream.

...

Careering into the bedroom area, Sam yanked open the drawer of the bedside cabinet and grabbed the Zippo that he'd casually thrown in there when he'd unpacked. Making his way out of the bedroom, he clenched his hand tightly around the lighter and began to quietly mutter to himself under his breath. He continued to murmur softly even as he headed back downstairs at a run, accompanied by the sounds of screamed protests, of a dog attacking, and a powerful, rage filled voice, hurling out some kind of command.

...

With his arms firmly entangled and pinned within the sheeting, there was nothing that Dean could do to fight against the pressure around his neck and stop it from increasing. Growing ever tighter it finally cut off, totally, his ability to breathe. His lungs began to burn from the lack of air, his hands and feet began to tingle, then numbed completely as his system started to rapidly shut down. Head pounding, vision failing, Dean had time for one last fleeting thought, before his ineffective struggles ceased and his body slumped to lay still and lifeless. Sorry Sammy...

...

Sam skidded around the corner and into the lounge in time to hear Bryn's howl as the dog thudded against the back wall.

"Stop! You stop! I'll kill you, you fucking sick cow! I'm gonna rip your shittin' heart out for that! How dare you hurt him? Whoever you think you are, bitch...You're a fuckin' dead woman now!"

Sam watched in horror as an utterly enraged Barbara flung herself onto Ruth, scratching at her, clawing her and even biting deep into Ruth's shoulder whilst the woman desperately tried to push Barbara back. Running toward the two women, Sam used his own shoulder to barrel the fury that was hurricane Barbara out of the way as he flicked his lighter and stuck the flame into the flow of hairspray from his can. With a whoosh he created himself a mini flamethrower, and stuck it in font of Ruth's face.

"I've got something for you, hag, hope you enjoy!"

Eyes blazing red fury, a shriek of crazed laughter burst out of Ruth's mouth, followed by a harsh, grating female voice who's drawn out "s" was like the hiss of a serpent.

"Sssstupid pathetic boy child...that won't ssserve to harm me!"

"Aγρia φwtiӑ!"

Sam shouted out the trigger needed to empower the spell he had set, and the jet of flame seemed to take on a life of it's own. Reaching and coiling out in eagerness, flaring around it's target, it licked at the creature's clothing, and took hold. Throwing her arms wide, the hag looked down at the flames consuming the top of the dress she wore in disbelief.

"Noooo!"

Through the spreading flames now scorching and blackening her neck and chest, she raised her head and glared directly into Sam's eyes.

"I curse you boy! I curse you and your kin! You will suffer...Be certain of it!"

And then she was gone...

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A.N. Thank you for reading. I'm planning on getting another chapter up this weekend. Then from the end of the coming week, I'm going to be stuck at home for at least a couple of weeks and not able to go anywhere unless someone is with me, so I'll be trying to stop myself from going totally stir crazy by focusing on this story.

Also, please accept my apologies for my computer's limitations when it comes to writing in Greek!

Till next time

Chick xx