The Gage farm would have normally been quite lovely, if you overlooked the horrific deaths. Dean kicked what looked like, what he hoped was, dirt off his shoes. His nose wrinkled slightly in disgusted of his other option. "Anything Sam?"
Dean rejoined Sam close to the barn door. "We'll the house is a blood bath and the field is worse. I did find this."
Sam took the item from Dean's outstretched hand. A razor sharp tooth rolled in his palm. "I found what looks like a burrow behind the barn. I looked inside and it seems to go down for quite a bit. I came back to get you."
"Night isnot be the best time to go down there anyway. Could be a lair." Before Dean could speculate further, an eerie voice interrupted the brother's conversation.
"More..more…mine…"
Fifty feet away, the large beast stared at Sam and Dean. His nose sniffed the air briefly as his tongue jutted over his teeth. "More.. Hungry…Mine."
"Yep! That's a Manticore" Dean confirmed.
The manticore charged at full speed, his eyes fixed on his latest prey.
The Manticore was definitely not the king of any jungle. It body had the shape and structure of a large lion, only slightly larger. The rest of the creature could not be described as kindly. Its fur was red-grey, prickly, hard, matted, and bristly. The lion-ish body ended with a hard covered tail with three scorpion-like stingers upon the end. Nothing about this description surprised Dean, until it came to the manticore's face. It appeared as if someone stretched a normal human's face over too large a skull- Misshapen and haggard with ashen, pale skin. The features were grossly out of portion. The nose was two large slits covering a triangle shaped lump in the middle of the face. Two pale grey-blue eyes started out of the darkness- A gaze that alone could freeze many prey. Drool splashed from its razor teeth, which was encased in an orifice large enough to actually bite someone's head off. It pushed forward, leg pounding, growling more than speaking, now.
"That's just damn ugly," Dean yelled as he pointed his shotgun at the creature. Sam had already followed suit.
Making a stand at the open barn doors, Sam and Dean rained a rapid hail of bullets. The bullets slammed into the large beast, but did little to slow the Manticore's pace or progress. Twenty feet from them, Dean abandoned the idea they had enough fire power to bring the creature down. Firing one last round, Dean screamed, "Run Sam!"
Sam and Dean had no other choice, but to run into the barn. Unfortunately, the barn provided little means to defend against this monster. The closest thing to a weapon was the tractor.
"Well this just blows"
"Dean… the ladder".
The creature leaped through the barn entrance, as Dean's head swiveled toward the ladder leading towards the barn loft. He scrambled up with Sam inches behind him, the creature only several feet away and coming fast. The creature's cold eyes glared at the brothers
"Mine…mine," the creature growled out, rearing it hind legs to pouch. He was airborne in a second with his claws flared. His talons found a target and sunk deep into Sam's back.
"AHHHHHGGGH"
"Sam."