Chapter 2
"Son of a b$&%*"
Dean grumbled, pulling himself out of the pile of trash. As he got to his feet, he nearly toppled over again. Something was holding his feet tightly.
"What the-"
He looked down and gave his replacement shoes an annoyed glare.
Cute Bronzy … reeeeal cute.
Slumping back down on the ground, Dean had just started to unlace his new shoes when his phone started to go off. Giving the caller id a quick glance, he answered.
"Yeah, Bobby?"
"Dean, what's going on?"
Dean pulled off the first ballet slipper and tossed as far down the ally as he could.
"Been better. Listen do you know of any creatures that are pale with golden eyes and could give Road Runner whiplash?"
"What? I thought you two where looking into a coven in Oregon."
"Don't remind me." Dean groaned.
"Dean ... what's going on?"
"We finished in Oregon, now we are facing some kind of pale skinned freak with a twisted sense of humor."
"Humor?"
"Yeah," Dean held up the second slipper by it's long, pink, laces, "they're real comedians."
He threw the atrocity down the ally to join it's twin and turned his attention back on Bobby.
"You ever heard of something like that?"
"The only thing I could think of is a trickster."
"Nah," Dean absentmindedly shook his head, "tricksters fly solo, there are, at least, six of these guys."
"Need back up?"
"I got Sam."
Wherever the h&%* he is.
"....Sorta"
"What? Listen, if you need me you know where to find me."
Dean pushed himself to his feet and headed out of the ally.
"Thanks Bob- son of a B%&^$!"
He hadn't gone two steps when a blur had knocked him back into the trash, causing him to drop his phone.
"Dean!" Bobby's worried voice called from a pile of newspapers, "Dean, you there?"
Snatching up his cell he glared at the slippers that had found there way back on his feet.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He growled.
Realizing he wasn't getting out of there with his dignity intact, Dean carefully moved out of the ally, the uncomfortable shoes pinching his feet with every step.
"I'll find out everything I can about those creatures," Bobby offered, "let you know what you are up against.
"Thanks … but just tell me how to kill them."
"Where are you, anyway?"
"Hicksville, USA, by the looks of it."
"What?"
"Some small town in Washington … Spoons … something like that."
"What?"
"Sporks?"
"You mean Forks?"
"Yeah, that's it."
"Well, just be careful. I year or two ago there were some weird things happening in that area."
Frowning, Dean continued his slow trek down the street.
"Like what?"
"Nothing concrete, but a few people claimed they saw giant wolves in the woods nearby. Nothing actually in the town."
"We'll keep an eye out."
~~~~~~~~~~~~Sam's POV~~~~~~~~~~~
Sam pushed his body to run faster through the trees. He could feel the blood lost weakening his body, but adrenaline was on his side … and the wolf right behind him. It had shocked him at first when the teenager shed his human form, becoming the giant wolf that was now chasing him, but it was even more surprising that three bullets hadn't done more then slow the thing down. Not that he wasn't grateful, he would be mincemeat if him.
When he could run no more, Sam collapsed into the brush, his breathing shallow and labored. He pulled his hand up to his chest, feeling the gouges that ran from his shoulder to his abdomen. Forcing himself to use his last bit of strength, Sam managed to get his shoulders braced against a tree. Looking down at the tattered shirt that hung limply from his body, Sam saw he didn't have enough left for even a make shift bandage. As darkness claimed him, he tried to pull his phone out of his pocket. No way Dean would reach him in time, but at least he could tell him goodbye …
The pain of his wounds being pressed against something hard, brought Sam into a world of movement, he was moving, moving so fast that the trees were a blur. The wind whipped against his cloths bringing his pain into agony. No longer able to stand the agony his world slipped into blackness once more.
He was aware of were voices, soft and distant, but still there. The smells and sounds put him in the mindset of a hospital … but he couldn't be …
"Can you help him, Carlisle?"
"I can try … we must hurry."
"He is so young …"
"Go get the others, Esme, I will need Bella's help."
"So … you are not going to …?"
"Only if I have to … there is still a chance …"
Sam sensed the man hovering at his side. He tried to open his eyes, but was too weak. Instead he could only lay there, feeling the strange hands moved over his chest, wishing Dean was nearby, until he slipped back into the void of unconsciousness.
~~~~~~~~~~~~Dean's POV~~~~~~~~~~~
Dean slipped into the store, easily picking out the the beauties, who were admiring some purses, while the guy stood nearby. The largest of the group's grin widened when he saw Dean, his eyes dropping to look down at the slippers that had replaced Dean's boots.
Laugh it up, b%&^$. You won't be grinning when I burn your huge-o a%$.
Bronzy sent him a dark glare and Dean moved to the back of the store where he could watch the group without being to obvious about it.
Under the pretense of looking at leather crafts, Dean watch the graceful movements of the three girls, briefly wondering if they had inspired the lore of the goddess Aphrodite. The three whispered and laughed with each other, the three body guards standing a sentries nearby. Choosing to ignore the guys, Dean enjoyed his view of the ladies. When he caught a perticulalry good view of Mrs. Hottie, his imagination started to run away from him … until he reminded himself he might have to kill her.
No sooner had he had the thought then someone grabbed him, pinning him to the back wall.
"Not very subtle, are you Bronzy?" He grunted.
Brozy's golden eyes burned with rage.
"You try ANYTHING," he hissed, "I will rip you apart."
Dean tried not to wince when he was slammed against the wall again for what Dean was sure was Bronzy's punctuation for a not so idle threat, in an effort to put some distance between his and Pale-guy-with-a-temper's face he laid his head against the wall, and grinned.
You like your food still screaming?
The pale man's glare turned to a look of horror, almost throwing Dean to the side, Bronzy wiped the dried liquid from his mouth and quickly rejoined his group. Dean noticed the girls had just finished paying for their purchases when Bronzy took his wife by the arm and started heading towards the door.
You have blood on your breath.
Bronzy froze, and stood there with his back facing him. A growl, low and deep vibrated the air and they were gone, the ballet slippers made it hard to follow and by the time Dean got outside, the group was gone. Slowly but surly making his way back to the Impala, Dean fished his cell phone out of his pocket. He didn't know how many of these things were out there, but if they fed on blood he had to warn his brother. Leaving a message for Sam to call him back, Dean headed to the only motel in town.
An hour later, he still hadn't heard from Sam. Trying to keep his mind off his growing anxiety, Dean studied the map he had picked up on his way to the motel. He found La Push and mentally calculated how long it would take him to get out that way. He was jerked out of his thoughts by his cell phone ringing loudly from the end table.
"Hey Bobby," he sighed.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine." he lied.
Bobby didn't need to worry too, just because Sam is taking a long time doing recon.
"Uh-huh, well, I'm spent all day pouring over my books, trying to find anything I can on your golden eyed monsters."
"And?" Dean ask impantently, "what did you find?"
"Nothing. Not a single reference. You sure they aren't human?"
"Bobby, one of them was reading my mind."
"So? We've both met psycics."
"With super speed?"
"You sure it was them?"
Dean glanced over to the slippers that now resided in the trash.
"Oh yeah."
"Well, I can keep looking, but I don't know how much good it will do."
"Thanks Bobby."
Dean scanned the map again, tracing the road to La Push with his finger. What was taking Sam so d#$& long? Suddenly a thought struck him.
"Hey Bobby … where were those giant wolf sightings?"
"A place called La Push … why?"
