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The Winged Curse
Chapter Three
"Uh, oh," Sam said in shock.
"Uh oh?" Dean yelled at his brother. "Uh oh, is all you have to say?"
"Um… well…" Sam stuttered as he walked closer to his brother his eyes on leathery wings extending from Dean's back. "This is going to be a problem."
"A problem? Sam, I have wings! This is a bit more than a problem!"
Sam could not take his eyes off his brothers' new wings. He reached up to touch one of them and jumped back when Dean snapped the wing at him like a slap of the hand causing him to glance up at his brothers' face.
"What the hell is going on here Sam?"
"I… I don't know Dean," he replied wide eyed.
"Great! Just Great," Dean folded his new additions back in and started pacing back and forth his hand on his head rubbing his temples. "Sam we've got to fix this. This is not working for me here! You know how much I hate flying!"
Sam just stood there staring at his brother in shock.
Dean reached over and smacked his brother on the side of the head, "Sam, wake up dude we need to figure out how to fix this!"
Sam startled at the sudden contact but it worked. It got his attention. "You're right, sorry. Well… we need to find out how it happened. I mean what did she do to you?" Sam said. "You said she didn't hurt you so what the hell happened?"
"Sam, she didn't do anything. She didn't scratch me or bite me or anything. I don't have a mark on me…" Dean replied. "Well except for some serious bruising anyway and that didn't even break the skin."
"Okay…" Sam said and began pacing back and forth. "Tell me exactly what happened when she picked you up, there has to be something. I mean she scratched the hell out of me with her claws and but I don't have any new appendages to show for it. So we're going to have to take it step by step here."
"Sam…"
"Come on Dean," Sam said. "I have to have something to work with here and to be honest this is really freaking me out here so work with me okay."
"This is freaking you out?" Dean exclaimed extending his wings again then pulling them around him and feeling them for the first time. "I'm the one with the new leather jacket sticking out of my back and you're freaking out?"
"Dean," Sam said with a sigh. "I'm sorry."
"She kissed me," Dean said suddenly into the silence. "The fugly bitch stuck her nasty tongue in my mouth and tried to French kiss me." He furled his wings back into place as he watched his brothers' reaction.
Sam stopped pacing and stood silent as he tried desperately not to laugh. He failed miserably and after a few seconds of trying he finally gave up and burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"I'm glad you're enjoying this Sam," Dean said. "Because that's probably what got me into this mess. Well… either that or maybe it was when I bit her tongue."
Sam finally got his laughter under control and asked, "You bit her tongue?"
"Yeah," Dean replied. "It got her off me so I could get the hell out of there."
"So I'm guessing some of her blood got into your mouth."
"That sounds so gross but yeah, I think so," Dean said. "The damn thing was trying to… well she seemed to be… into me." Dean extended his wings and flapped them gently experimenting with the motion.
"What?" Sam asked something nagging at him. He went to the laptop and pulled up the information he'd been checking earlier that evening.
"You heard me," Dean said then watched as Sam scanned the laptop.
"Oh shit," Sam said and glancing at Dean.
"Sammy, you can't just say something like that and not explain it." Sam turned the laptop so Dean could read it. "Sam, can you break this down for me 'cause I'm just not seeing what you're getting at here."
"Sure, but can you stop doing that please," he said pointing to Deans fluttering wings. Sam turned the laptop back towards him and began to read, "…From now until eternity you shall become a horrid creature of the night. You shall be terrible to look upon and none shall want you again. This fate you will share with the one you lust upon."
"Wait," Dean said as he hid his wings behind his back. "So because she thinks I'm hot, I'm going to end up cursed?"
"Um… yeah, maybe," Sam told him.
"Great!" Dean replied. "How do we stop it?"
Sam shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know Dean. It's a curse, you told me you can't break a curse you have to get out of its way."
Dean rubbed his temples. He hated it when Sam threw his words back at him and this time he really didn't like it. "Well, that's just not going to work this time so we've got to come up with another plan."
"Okay," Sam said thinking. "Maybe if we kill her the curse will end."
"Maybe?"
"Look Dean," Sam explained. "I'm making this up as I go. This situation is… different."
"Ya think?" Dean exclaimed. He paced back and forth trying to come up with a better plan but he finally had to admit that Sam was right. "Your right Sam, but I think we may need to do this before I turn completely."
"Then let's go finish it," Sam said nodding. "I don't know how long we have."
"Just let me get dressed," Dean said grabbing a pair of pants and slipping them on right over his shorts. He grabbed a shirt and looked at it. "How the hell am I going to put on a shirt?"
Sam grinned, "You can wear it backwards."
Dean rolled his eyes at his brother. "Get me the scissors out of the first aid kit," he said.
Dean cut a slice up the back of one of his t-shirts leaving just enough of the shirt above the wings to be able to keep the shirt from just sliding off. He put it on and folded his wings as close to his body as he could then put his leather jacket on over them. It was uncomfortable, but it covered them completely. "How's that?" he asked Sam.
"Dude, you look like the hunch back of Notre Dame," Sam replied.
"Shut up," Dean replied and headed for the door.
A/N Okay, I know short chapter... I'll try for a longer one next time. Please review and let me know what you think.
