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Creatures mentioned thus far. Roman Chimera, Japanese Nue, and the Hindu Vetala
FYI- my friends and I have adopted the name of Trogdor the Burninator for The Demon
So the last episode on, the one on May 10, was amazing. When Sam woke, I kind of flashed back to my story, and I got so many new ideas, which was good, cause I was lacking in them. So sorry about the delay, writers block is a bitch, here you go, chapter 3.
Chapter 3: Dean's accident
Dean drove down the stormy roads and cursed under his breath. Why the fuck did Sam have to get himself captured like that. Idiot boy, Dean thought, rather more parent-ish than he had meant to. The windshield wipers creaked across the windshield and Dean snapped out of his thoughts. Ice was gathering on it and a massive snowstorm replaced the pouring rain. Dean turned on the anti-freeze and heat on the windshield, determined not to stop until he reached…wherever he was going. Dean slowed the car, thinking in a haze that he had no idea where he was going, that Sam was in no way able to depend on him. He mentally kicked himself and sped past a parked ranger, who snoozed in his front seat, unable to hear his meter indicate the high speed.
Dean smirked. He could see a chimera running along side his car now. He had seen where it had come from too. He turned on the next exit and drove into the woods, following the dirt road. He still saw the chimera out of the corner of his eye and he laughed silently. Was he panicking now, that disgusting beast? Then the beast smiled and jumped off the road, his tail the last thing Dean saw before he was hit by a large stone in the back of the head.
When Dean awoke, there was the Vetala, in that corpse of a body, admiring his form. He stroked Dean's face and smiled with his pointed teeth.
"Welcome back into the world of the living, Dean Winchester," he said in a dead voice, smirking. "Well, maybe not the living, considering your company."
"Where the hell is Sammy?" Dean said in a gruff voice, his head pounding mercilessly.
"Oh, he is quite safe. Now, you, on the other hand, are not so lucky," the Vetala moved closer to Dean and sat next to him, patting him lightly on the shoulder. Dean's nose scrunched in disgust as he smelled the rot off of the Vetala. They didn't rot, but that didn't stop them from smelling the way their hosts did before they took over.
"Get off of me," Dean said in a hushed voice.
The Vetala laughed and stroked Dean's face again. "I'm not on you, you silly boy." He laughed harder and walked away from Dean, launching himself into his most comfortable position: hanging upside down, much like a bat. Dean stared on in confusion and the weight was lifted from his chest. A tickling sensation followed after, rubbing over his abdomen and heading towards his neck. He struggled, whipping his hands over his body and brushing away the invisible insects.
"What the hell are you doing to me, you walking night of the living dead?" Dean exclaimed in fright. He knew there was nothing on him, but he couldn't stop trying to get that nothing off. It was as if his mind and body were no longer communicating.
The Vetala smirked slightly and then put on an innocent face. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm all the way over here, minding my business. Now be a good boy and die," he added in a hushed voice.
"What?" Dean shouted, backing away into a corner to get away from the onslaught of nothing.
"Oh, you heard me?" the Vetala asked in a surprised voice. "Interesting. You're probably one of my stronger hosts. I can't wait until the moment where you slit your on throat or swallow your tongue in fright. Then that body will be mine." Dean shook his head violently and shut his eyes, trying to calm himself.
There's nothing there, there's nothing there, Dean thought frantically. Frantic thoughts aren't what I need. He calmed himself more, evening his breathing as much as he could. Good, good. There's nothing there, there is nothing there. It is just me and the Vetala alone in a room. He opened his eyes and there was nothing. The feelings were gone and the visions were gone and it was just Dean and the Vetala alone in the worn down room.
The Vetala whistled in amazement. "Wow, no ones ever done that before," he said quietly. "I don't like it."
Dean shrugged and smirked. "Say good bye you dead son of a bitch," he said under his breath as he began to chant the mantra he was certain would help him in his predicament.
"tri-ambakam . yajāmahe . sugandhim . pui-vardhanam
urvārukam . iva . bandhanāt . mtyos . mukīya . mā . amtāt" he whispered as the Vetala rushed towards him. The Vetala laughed suddenly, stopping in his attack.
"Do you honestly think that is going to hurt me? I shall be seperated from a body for a while but mark me, the moment I am able to return to one is the day my master shall finally have his due reward." The Vetala's host flumped to the ground and a black mist flowed out the door. Dean leaned against the wall, holding his mouth as the corpse fast forwarded through its decay.
"Sam, where the hell are you?"
End chapter 3. Thanx for reading and reviewing (review dammit) Here is the translation for the mantra above:
To Tryambaka we make offering, The fragrant, increaser of prosperity;
Like a cucumber from its stem, From death may I be loosened, not from immortality
I hope everyone enjoyed. The chapters are going to come faster. School is almost over and I don't think I'll have a chance to load anything over the summer.
Bye for now, SupernaturalKinji