Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY; they are property of CBS and Anthony Zuiker. I don't own the characters of Supernatural either, they belong to Eric Kripke.
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Chapter Thirteen: Saving the World
He was ugly.
Danny Messer was a big fan of the comic book movies everyone was making now. Caleph would have made a great archvillain.
He stood about eight feet tall and about four feet wide, but it was all muscle. The guy made Sly Stallone, Jean Claude van Damme and Arnold Schwarzenegger together look like toothpicks. His skin was an ugly as sin mottled purple and blue. The horns atop his head would've made any antlered animal hunter's mouth water. They sort of reminded Danny of a cross between a bighorn sheep and a Texas longhorn. His eyes were a deep fiery gold.
"Sammy! Could use a little help down here!" Dean Winchester yelled at the top of his lungs. Then he decked the nearest vampire and doused its face with holy water. The vampire screamed and collapsed to his knees, the holy water melting his skin like acid. With that, the fight was on.
"Danny!" Danny registered Lindsay's voice, and slammed his elbow into Spike's stomach. Spike, in her extreme pain, dropped the knife she'd been holding on him. It clattered to the floor. She cowered. "Please don't kill me," she pleaded. Danny debated, then pointed for the stairs. "Get the hell out of here."
Spike took off up the stairs.
Danny slid over to where Lindsay was seated, and using Spike's knife, untied her hands. He pulled her up. "Are you okay?"
She nodded. "Give me a gun."
Danny grinned and handed over his .38. "Where's yours?"
"With a guy named Cyrus," Lindsay said. "I'm going to get it back."
Danny shrugged. "Sounds good to me."
Lindsay strode over to where Flack was handling one of the vampires. The one named Cyrus. The one that had Lindsay's gun. Lindsay didn't bother telling Flack to move. She just fired. The bullet slammed into Cyrus's shoulder. Flack whirled in surprise. "Lindsay! How about some warning next time?" he asked.
"Hold on," Lindsay said. slamming Cyrus into the wall and pinning him there. She yelled across the room. "Hey! Vampire hunter!"
Dean Winchester turned. "Hand me that bottle," she said.
He grinned. "Gladly." He tossed it to her. Lindsay dumped the contents over Cyrus's head. He screamed in agony. "Give me back my gun, damn it," Lindsay said, pulling it from his waistband as he collapsed to the floor.
Dean, Flack and Danny came over to her. Flack looked at Danny. "Marry that woman already."
"Nice work, sister," Dean complimented her.
Lindsay had just thought of something. "Where's Mac?"
Danny pointed. "There!"
"Is he-"
"I think so. We gotta do something!"
Dean yelled again. "Sammy! Faster would be better!"
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Dalon Gareth had knelt down in front of Caleph. "My Master," Dalon said, keeping his eyes averted to the floor.
"Who are you?" Caleph roared.
"A faithful servant."
"I need to feed," Caleph growled.
Dalon stood. "I have four for you, Master. Their blood will make you strong."
Almost instantly, Dalon collapsed to the floor, bleeding from a hole in his neck. Mac Taylor stepped forward. "The buffet's closed."
Dean Winchester fired from across the room, sending a silver bullet into Dalon to keep him down for eternity. "I've already been saved for food once," he informed Caleph loudly. "I'm sure as hell not letting you have a go- at me or anyone else."
Caleph roared so loud the room shook. With one giant hand, he backhanded Mac Taylor, sending him across the room.
"Mac!" Lindsay and Danny yelled together. Lindsay ran across the room, Danny right behind her. Caleph caught them halfway. He snagged Danny by the shirt collar and lifted him in the air, and brought him close to his face. Danny wrinkled his nose.
"Damn. That's nasty."
Caleph grinned…which to Danny looked more like a sneer. "You gonna try to eat me?" the detective asked. He snorted. "Hope I'm not too much for ya." Caleph's mouth was only about the size of a normal person's. There was no way Danny was going to fit unless Caleph took him a finger at a time.
Caleph opened his mouth wide…way too wide…about three feet wide or so. "Damn," Danny said again, now trying to pull himself out of Caleph's grip. He uttered a few other choice four-letter words.
"Danny!" Lindsay yelled, tending to an unconscious Mac. "Do something, Flack!"
Flack took aim and fired at Caleph's chest. It hit him on the right side, but it didn't even seem to faze him. "Any bright ideas?" he asked Dean.
Dean sighed and shook his head. "SAMMY!"
"Quit your yelling," Sam said calmly from the stairs. He took aim, but every time he got a clear shot, Caleph swung Danny in front of him. "Damn it. Dean, get him outta there! He's blocking my shot!"
Dean looked at Flack. "On three?"
Flack chuckled. "Absolutely."
"One…two…THREE!" Dean launched himself forward, latching onto one of Danny's legs. Flack grabbed the other. The combined strength of the two was just enough, plus Danny's struggling, to pull him loose from Caleph's grip. "Now!" Dean yelled from his spot in a heap on the floor.
Sam took aim as Caleph roared down upon them. He fired every shot the revolver had left. Silver hit Caleph in the head, the chest, and all the vital spots. With a roar, the demon stepped over Dean, heading straight for the person who'd shot him. As he advanced toward Sam Winchester, the demon's massive weight came down on Flack's arm, and he groaned in pain. "Damn it!" Flack yelled, adding a few more choice four letter expletives.
"Sammy!" Dean looked up from his place on the floor to see Sam desperately trying to reload. "Let him go, damn it!" But it was too late. Caleph picked up the youngest Winchester brother and opened wide. Sam struggled desperately to get out of Caleph's massive grip.
Then, Caleph stumbled. He blinked. And he let go of Sam. Sam toppled to the ground, his head slamming into the metal rail on the stairs. He dropped to the floor, out cold.
Caleph turned back to where Dean, Danny and Flack were trying to untangle themselves off the floor. He roared threateningly and took a step towards them.Then, the giant demon toppled over and exploded into a bright purple and blue goo that sort of sizzled and melted away right before their eyes.
Dean picked himself off the floor, carefully avoiding Flack so as not to injure him anymore than he already was, and scrambled over to his brother. "Sam? C'mon, Sammy." He checked his brother for a pulse. "Hey. Sammy. Talk to me, buddy."
"Is he okay?" Mac Taylor asked. He was holding onto his head, and Danny was supporting him. Lindsay gingerly helped Flack to his feet.
"I dunno," Dean replied, looking at his little brother. "I don't know."
Stella Bonasera came running down the stairs. There was no demon, so she assumed the world was safe. Instantly, her eyes began searching for Flack, and when she saw Lindsay supporting him, she knew something was wrong and rushed over to help.
Flack was white. "Did we save the world?" he asked, before passing out.
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