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The Winged Curse
Chapter Five
He woke slowly a smile on his lips. He was lying on his stomach, his head resting on his crossed arms. It was dark in the room and he wasn't sure where he was, but he knew he wasn't alone. Someone was straddling his legs. He grinned as he felt her lower her head and slowly, sensuously nuzzle the small of his back. He closed his eyes enjoying her actions. She reached his wings and began to torturously lick her way along his injury. Her affection was taking away the dull throbbing pain and replacing it with a wonderfully gentle tingling that he knew was healing his injury.
Dean's eyes popped open as realization struck home with sudden clarity. He bucked wildly and snapped his wings back sending her flying across the cavern as he scrambled away from her. "Ew!" he shouted. "Gross!"
She spread her wings and landed easily several yards from him. He looked around the room and for the first time realized they were in another of the many caves that broke off from the main cavern. Unfortunately this one had only one exit and she was standing in front of it. He also realized that he could clearly see the way out even though the room had no source of light. "Guess that's a gift of these bitchin' red eyes you gave me," he told the creature. "Unfortunately for you all the other girls like my eyes the way they were so I'm gonna have to get them back."
He recalled the short fight that had ensued after she'd knocked Sam against the wall. Dean had seen his brother crumble to the ground that was all it took for him to ignore the pain his injury had caused. He leapt at the creature but she turned just as he reached her. She smacked him in the head with her clawed hand and the combined force of the blow and his own momentum had sent him spiraling into darkness. He would need to be more careful if he was going to escape her attentions this time.
She stood with her wings extended blocking the exit and tilting her head to the side as she watched him cautiously. She crooned quietly at him.
The soft crooning noises she was emitting seemed to cloud his thinking and soften his anger. He shook his head trying to clear it and raised his hands to his ears to block out the sounds she was making. She stepped closer increasing the frequency and volume of the sounds and he fell to his knees unable to block the noises. "Stop," he pleaded unable to remember why he wanted it to stop but knowing he needed it too.
She moved steadily closer the crooning increasing in its intensity as she did. He raised his eyes to meet hers and for a few seconds he couldn't tear his gaze from hers. Then he heard the voice calling, faintly but insistently and he latched onto it concentrating on the sound. His breaths came in deep heaves as he focused on the sound and tried hard to ignore the call of the beast.
"Dean," the familiar voice called loudly. "Dean! Where are you!"
Recognition finally entered his mind. "Sammy," he breathed heavily the sound nearly unrecognizable. In the next instant he was in motion. He ran at the beast scrapping across her chest with his claws and as she backed away he used a strong swift downward stroke of his wings and was airborne leaving the creature behind. He sailed out of the cave and into the main cavern in search of his brother.
He yelled to his brother and was appalled at the inhuman sound that came from his own throat. He circled the main cavern spotting Sam near the entrance to one of the other caves. He watched as his brother caught sight of him and was taken completely by surprise when Sam raised his gun and pointed in his direction.
Dean landed several yards away from his brother and furled his wings behind his back. He moved to raise his hands to caution his brother against shooting him and saw for the first time the claws extending from his fingers. He saw the fur covering his arms and he realized suddenly that they were too late. He had become the cursed monster. He raised his head and wailed his denial to the walls of the cavern.
Sam kept the gun pointed at the heart of the creature that had landed before him and he knew it was his brother. "Dean," he said in quiet despair. "I'm sorry." Tears ran freely down his face as he backed slowly away from the creature that was once his brother. He had a perfect shot and he knew he should kill it but he couldn't. He lowered his weapon and backed further away.
The female creature entered the cavern with a scream and soared towards Sammy. He raised his weapon and fired off several rounds at least one of them striking her in the body and sending her careening off to the side. She landed hard and began a piercing keening sound that told Sam she had been badly injured by the shot.
He strode towards her prepared to finish the job when suddenly he was knocked from his feet and sent rolling away from her. He lost his grip on the gun and it went sliding across the floor. He rolled to his feet and watched as his brother picked up the creature holding her to his chest. Dean glared at Sam and screamed in his direction before snapping open his wings and flying up into the darkest reaches of the cavern.
"Dean," Sam yelled in anguish. "No!"
A/N "Ha ha ha ha," laughs shadowfax evilly! "What will Sammy do now?" Hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll try to be quicker with my updates. Sorry I had a family thing and couldn't write as often as I wanted to the last half of this week. Thanks for reading and please feel free to review.
