Chapter 2 - Meet the King

Huh, Godzilla thought to himself. Winchesters.

The King of the Monsters stood majestically on the tan Arizona sands, several miles from the swirling red rock walls of Antelope Canyon. He eyed the four humans standing before him cautiously. The air that surrounded them all felt cool, somewhat humid, and smelled faintly of sea water. Coyote's doing, most likely. Desert heat usually dried out the King's scales and made his skin very itchy, which in turn made him very very cranky. The Old Man was a considerate friend, had been all these many years. Godzilla trusted him, but he had his doubts about the Trickster's human family.

The two older ones looked like they wanted to hunt him.

Trucker's Cap gave a low whistle as he looked up. And up. And up. And up. "Damn, that is one big lizard."

Lizard? Hmph.

The man dressed in all black standing next to him nodded solemnly. "Uh huh." He stared boldly at the King, and Godzilla just knew the guy was thinking about how much firepower it would take to bring him down.

The gigantic alpha predator huffed to himself. In your dreams, Shorty.

The two young ones might be a bigger problem.

The shaggy one (and he was freakishly tall, even for a human) stared at him wide-eyed. Godzilla liked that look much better. That one was in awe of him, and that was fine by the King. Still, he'd heard about this Sam boy. The Future Boy-King of Hell in other dimensions, a future which still might come to pass in this one.

The green-eyed one in the middle was Coyote's pup, his human half. If any of them posed the biggest threat, he was clearly the one to watch. He'd gained a lot of names during the past year, one of which was the nickname He Who Killed the Earth. As far as monikers went, that one wasn't too snappy but it certainly fit. The pup went dark last summer and destroyed the planet and everything on it.

Well, not quite everything. At the time Godzilla nestled deep within a vast ocean cavern. He was safe, but he did become a little concerned when the seas boiled away. Not to put too fine a point to it, he was rather pissed. He liked the earth just the way it was, thank you very much. But not long after that, so the story goes, Coyote's human half grew remorseful and put everything back the same way it was before, just like his father-source had done centuries ago. It was obvious he was definitely his papa's pup.

The extremely tall one looked nervous. "Uh, Dean?"

"Yeah, Sam?"

"That's - that's Godzilla. We're out here in the middle of the desert, and that's Godzilla!"

"Yeah, he sure is. Dude, he's the King!" the pup crowed enthusiastically.

This was getting better and better.

The pup (his name was Dean, the King recalled) stared at him smiling like he was the greatest thing he'd ever seen. Admiration was good, but Godzilla sensed something was on his mind.

"Uh, excuse me?" This Dean had a loud voice for a human. Rough around the edges, but still polite. Respectful. The King liked that.

"Yes?" Godzilla rumbled. He looked suspicious.

"Could you do us a favor?"

"It depends."

"Could you do the roar?"

Oh hell, this kid was a fan!

"You like the roar? Sure!" Godzilla raised his right arm, closed his paw into a fist, coughed and then busily cleared his throat. He paused for the briefest second, then threw back his head, opened his mouth and shook the earth below and the heavens above.

The young humans cheered. Dean pumped his fist in the air.

"Damn," the older one in black muttered.

Trucker's cap looked stunned. "Show off."

"How was that?" the King was mightily pleased with himself.

"Dude, that was awesome!" Dean yelled.

"Would you like to see my atomic breath? I could destroy that mountain over there."

"Damn! Would I!"

The other three humans suddenly looked very, very nervous.

The one wearing black said, "Uh, son, maybe you shouldn't ask-"

The air in front of the humans shimmered gold and Coyote slunk into view. He was four-legged and furry again. "Yeah, let everyone know we're out here, why don't 'cha. The switchboard to the highway patrol's lighting up like a a Christmas tree even as we speak."

Dean smirked. "No worries. We're golden. I've got us shielded, remember?"

Coyote sat down, lifted his right hind leg and scratched at the space behind his right ear. Then he grinned. "Everybody ready? Road trip!"

His pack nodded.

" 'bout time you showed up," Godzilla rumbled. "Where's Ray?"

"Headed towards that amusement park in Coney Island."

Godzilla flinched. So did Dean. "That's not gonna end well." the pup muttered.

The freakishly tall one looked puzzled. "Why not?"

"Dude," his brother replied solemnly, "Radioactive isotope tends to put a really big damper on one's day."

"Huh?"

Dean shook his head ruefully. "I've failed as a big brother. When we were kids I tried to expand your horizons Saturday afternoons with creature features and you insisted on watching public television instead. Here." He raised his right hand, palm up. The air shimmered silver in a perfect orb that was six feet across.

The other humans watched, fascinated. So did Godzilla. Coyote sat there looking pleased. He always enjoyed seeing Dean show off.

The orb darkened, and when it cleared the scene was indeed an amusement park that was fully engulfed in flames. The Beast stumbled into foreground of the scene bleeding profusely from a wound in his throat. He reared up on his hind legs, gave out a thunderous, piteous roar, collapsed on his side and didn't move again.

The orb faded out. Dean lowered his hand. "See? You can't fix stupid."

"Don't feel sorry for him. He'll be back. He always comes back." Coyote shrugged. He stared at Godzilla and his eyes narrowed. "Hey, wait a minute. You look different."

"I do? No, I don't."

"Yeah, you do. Had some work done?"

"Hmmm...no."

"You did! You bulked up! Been hitting the gym, huh? You looked kinda skinny the last time I saw you."

Godzilla turned to the side. "Does this make me look fat? Some people said I look fat. And they said my feet look funny. Too small for my body."

Coyote shook his head. "You look fine. Whoever told you that is stuck on stupid. I don't know anything about feet. Went on an ambrosia bender one time and woke up with six of 'em." He shook his head, confused. "Still don't know how that happened."

"Uh, dudes? I hate to break up this foot fest, but we got company." The pup's eyes flashed golden yellow. "Incoming. Thirty miles out. Sounds military to me."

Coyote leaped to his feet. "Let's go."

The six beings vanished in a flare of golden light.

TBC