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CH6

"Basilisk? Like the lizard?" Dean asked screwing up his face.

"Basilisk like the giant reptilian creature deemed to be 'king of the serpents,' by the Greek. These things can kill just by you looking into their eyes!" Sam said enthusiastically as he began to flip through the pages of their father's journal.

"Your geek is showing," the older brother countered.

"It all makes perfect sense!" Sam continued, ignoring his brother's jab at him. "Ryan only saw its scales, but Shannon must have looked into the basilisk's eyes!" The younger man was suddenly sent into a coughing fit.

"Ok, alright, just slow down," Dean said nervously. "Don't get too excited, you'll make yourself sick. Well, sicker. How do we kill this thing?"

"Well, like I said, I thought these things were fake, so..." Sam admitted.

"So you don't know?"

"Right. But uh, legend has it that the crow of a rooster can kill it," the younger brother replied biting his lower lip and peering over at Dean.

"The crow of a rooster?"

Sam nodded at him. The older man slapped a hand to his face. "Wonderful. Well, it just so happens that I'm fresh out of roosters because I carry so many of those with me on a hunt."

"Well, there is one other way."

"What's that, the moo of a cow?" Dean retorted.

"A mirror."

"A mirror?"

"Yeah, if it sees itself in a mirror, that can kill it too."

"According to the legend," Dean said. Sam nodded.

"According to the legend."

The older man sighed and rubbed at his eyes.

"Marvelous. Why can't they just be killed with iron or silver like a normal monster?"

"Because, that would be too easy," the younger man answered with a tired smile.

"Alright, let's hunt ourselves a king of snakes," the older brother said getting up. He walked over to the green duffel bag where their weapons were and began to dig through it.

"What're you doing?"

"I know only a rooster or a mirror can kill the son of a bitch, but bullets gotta do something." Sam got up from his spot to stand by Dean.

"No, you can't bring anything, except a mirror," Sam instructed.

"What? Why?"

"Because if they touch whatever you're holding or touch you at all, you'll die," the younger man reported sheepishly, reminding Dean of a much younger Sammy.

"Fan-fucking-tastic."

"Yeah."

"Anything else I need to know about this thing? Can it kill with bad breath?" Dean replied sarcastically.

"Well," Sam started, meeting his apologetic hazel eyes with his brother's irritated green.

"You've gotta be kidding me?!"

"Legend has it they can breath fire or that their breath is toxic. It can kill instantly. Also it uh, is said that it can kill with its voice " The older hunter shook his head.

"Of course it can," he said under his breath. "Alright does 'legend say' where Godzilla likes to shack up? Let me guess, in a place where there are plenty of places to spy on you while staying as hidden as massive snake can."

"Yeah, that Sanctuary makes perfect sense," Sam confirmed. "What I don't get, is why it's here in the States. I mean these things were found in Europe, or at least, that's what I thought."

Dean deadpanned making Sam frown.

"What?"

"You can stop geeking out about an indestructible giant snake anytime now," the older hunter replied.

"I'll go grab the mirror, meet you in the car," Sam said. "Remember, don't bring anything," Dean turned and started towards the motel door. "I'm serious," the younger brother warned.

"Yeah yeah, hurry up." With that Dean was gone and Sam made his way into the motel bathroom, where he removed the small rectangular mirror.

Outside, the rain was coming down in sheets. Sam hurried to the car where Dean was waiting for him with the engine running. Sam gently rested the mirror in the back on the seat, then climbed into the Impala, closing the door behind him. When he realized they weren't going anywhere, he turned to face his brother. The older man was looking over at him with a look Sam knew only too well.

"I'll be fine Dean," he reassured him. Dean opened his mouth to retort, but instead closed it, pulled the car out from her spot in the parking lot, and gunned off to the Sanctuary.

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By the time the Winchesters had arrived, the storm had grown. Lightening lit up the sky followed by a loud rumble while the rain only continued to pour from the dark clouds above. The moon was hidden almost completely from sight, causing the Sanctuary and all around it to be submerged in shadow. Within minutes of the brothers climbing out of the car, they both looked as though had just come back from being in a pool. Rain soaked through all four layers from their jackets through to their T-shirts as well as their jeans. Not even their socks or shoes were dry.

Sam pulled the mirror from its spot in the back, while Dean popped the trunk and started to dig through it.

"Dean, what're you doing?" The younger brother asked.

"Just grabbing a flashlight, relax." Sam marched over and snatched the item from his brother's hand, tossed it back in the trunk, and slammed it close.

"Were you listening to me at all back at the motel?"

"Yeah Sam I heard you, but there's no way I'm going to be able to see a damn thing in there," Dean responded.

"Your eyes will adjust, come on." Sam headed off down the path, a grumbling Dean not far behind him. The hunters made their way along the muddy path deeper into the Sanctuary until they were finally sheltered slightly by the trees. Every now and then, a crack of lightening would lit the brothers' trail temporarily blinding them and making their sight have to readjust once again to the dark.

"This is ridiculous," Dean said shortly.

"What now?"

"Us trumping through the mud going after some monster that no one seems to know squat about that can literally kill with its eyes, all the while drenched to the bone and you're sick!" Sam rolled his eyes but continued to push through the mud, the sooner they killed this thing, the sooner he could put his brother's mind at ease and try to tackle this cold.

As they moved, both hunters kept their sense heightened to any sight or sound of something out there. The only sound they heard however was their boots squishing through the mud, the roll of thunder, the rain wrapping on the leaves, and an occasional cough from Sam. As they continued to make their way through the Wetlands, Sam's pace began to slow down slightly as his energy started to fade. Normally it would be no trouble hiking through the mud in the rain, hell, he loved to go on long walks or for a jog, but with the cold medicine wearing off and the added energy and strength it took to hold the mirror, it was becoming more of a task.

"Hey," Dean placed his hand on his brother's shoulder signaling for Sam to stop. He turned to look wearily at the older man. "I got it Sammy." The younger Winchester simply nodded, allowing his brother to remove the weight of the mirror from him. Before they could commence their walk however, the sound of something moving through the grass caught both of their attentions. Out of the corner of his eye, Dean saw something large slide by. A flash of lightening illuminated the object, giving the older hunter a glimpse of scales.