This was written for the one and only MalicMalic's birthday! Hope you have the bestest day!)
This is what happens when you have a vague idea and start writing before you have everything fleshed out. oh well , I think it came together in the end.
(This is quite easily the most violent beginning to an Amy story to date. Dunno what happened, it was supposed to be a cute take on a fairy tale?)
THE TWO WINCHESTERS GRUFF…
"God this place is beautiful," Leslie said as she hitched up her rucksack.
"Yeah it is. Great find Les," Richard replied as he walked along beside his wife.
It was their fourth anniversary and their shared love of hiking and camping had not abated in their years together so they had decided to celebrate by exploring one of the less visited national parks a few states away.
They walked hand in hand along the trail, where possible, and rounded a bend to find a narrow ravine and historical bridge spanning the gap. Richard took out his camera and snapped a few pictures of the view then eyed the bridge suspiciously.
"Do you think that thing's going to hold us?" He asked.
"Of course it will, you can see where they've reinforced the structure with steel. It'll be fine," Leslie said, pointing out the additional support.
Richard clicked a quick picture of his wife on the bridge and shrugged.
"You're the engineer, I'll just have to take your word for it."
Richard took his wife's hand again and began to walk across the bridge.
"Trip, trap, trip, trap, who's that trip trapping over my bridge?" Richard asked in a deep gruff voice, releasing his wife's hand to tickle her sides.
Leslie squealed and pushed him away laughing.
"Don't be an idiot, Rick." She said through the giggles.
Richard threw his arm around his wife's shoulder and drew her close. He raised his camera to take a selfie of them together on the bridge. They smiled and he pressed the button to take the snap. They huddled together to check the image on the screen when suddenly the bridge began to shake.
"What's that?" Richard asked, frowning.
There was a creaking sound behind them and they turned to see a huge creature climbing onto the bridge.
"What the hell?!" Richard exclaimed.
The creature roared at them and Leslie screamed.
"Run Les, run!" Richard yelled, pushing his wife ahead of him and towards safety.
They took off running but the creature swung its huge hand at them. Richard's camera fell and took one final photo as it impacted with the ground then bounced off the side of the bridge and hooked on one of the support beams as blood sprayed across the bridge and dripped from the handrails.
…
"On a scale of one to one hundred…how mad do you think he is?" Amy asked Sam as they watched Dean stomping through the forest.
"Ames, you suggested he use you as 'bait' and then threatened to follow us to this hunt if we didn't bring you along voluntarily. Let me just say, he was nicer to Lucifer when the devil was possessing me," Sam explained, giving Amy a sympathetic smile.
"Sooo…you're saying there's a chance he'll forgive me?"
Sam chuckled.
"I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you. You've seen how overprotective Dean gets with people he loves," Sam said.
"Awww, you think he loves me," Amy teased.
"We both do Ames. Look, Dean and I, neither of us wanted this life for you. We didn't want to drag you into this world, and we just want you to be safe."
"I get that Sam, but you said it yourself, you don't know this thing's hunting patterns or when it's going to attack next. I know you just want to wrap me up in bubble wrap and protect me from the world, but these things always seem to find me. The illadians, that gremlin, even that weird snowman! I can't avoid them. Even the fairies said I'm a beacon for the supernatural, so why not use me if it's going to save others?" Amy argued.
"And who's going to save you?" Sam asked.
"You, Dean. I trust you." Amy said, stepping over a branch.
"Are you two coming, or have you finally come to your senses and decided to just wait here for us?" Dean called back to them.
"Yeah, we're coming!" Sam yelled back. He turned and put a hand on Amy's shoulder. "Maybe give it a decade or two, he'll come around."
…
"So this is the bridge where the couple were attacked," Dean said as they sat in a circle and looked at the map on the ground between them. "We're about a half hours walk away from it."
"Okay, so what's the game plan?" Amy asked, looking excitedly between the two brothers.
"The game plan, Amy," Dean began with a weary sigh. "Is that you're going to stay here while Sam and I go deal with this thing."
"Not happening. I'm coming too!" Amy argued.
"Also not happening!" Dean argued back.
"How are we going to stop her Dean? Tie her up?" Sam interjected.
"You're on her side now?" Dean spluttered pointing to Amy.
"No! Of course not, it's just…"
"You don't even know what this thing is," Amy pointed out.
"We have an idea," Dean replied, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest.
"An idea?" Amy raised a questioning eyebrow at the oldest Winchester brother.
Dean sighed again and turned to look at Sam. Now it was Sam's turn to sigh.
"From the picture the deceased's camera took, we think it was a troll," he explained.
"You think it was a troll," Amy scoffed.
"Yep," Sam replied sheepishly.
"And how do you kill it?" She asked.
"Well, according to Norwegian mythology, trolls are vulnerable to sunlight," Sam explained.
Amy held her hands out beside her, palms up.
"It's daylight now. That couple were attacked in daylight!"
"We know that so we are going with lightning."
"Lightning? Just how do you plan on summoning lightning on a beautiful, cloudless day like this?" Amy asked, pointing to the clear, blue sky above them. "Are you Thor? Do you just happen to have mjölnir stashed away there somewhere?"
"No, we're going to use these," Dean said, pulling a taser out of his jacket.
"A taser?" Amy asked doubtfully.
"Yeah, well lightning is just electricity, so these have been amped up to deliver a massive jolt," Sam explained. "So they should work."
"And if they don't?"
"Then we use these babies," Dean said, holding up a shotgun cartridge. "The Winchester special. Bronze, silver, consecrated iron, salt, rosemary and good old fashioned buckshot, all dosed in blessed holy water."
He smiled as he gazed at the all purpose round in his hand.
"And they should work?" Amy asked, taking the cartridge from Dean and looking at it.
"They should. We've covered most of the bases for supernatural weaknesses," Sam said.
Amy looked at Sam.
"Then why not use these first.?" She asked.
"Because," Dean said as he snatched the ammunition from Amy, "you insist on putting yourself front and center and we don't want to risk you getting hit. Salt rounds hurt like a bitch, trust me, but the other pellets will do some real damage."
"Can I have a taser?" Amy asked.
"No," Dean replied, not even looking at her as he reached for his shotgun to load it.
"Why not?" She asked.
"It might be a good idea, Dean. That way one of us could have our hands free for the gun," Sam suggested.
"No. And that's final. If you're coming with us, you're doing it my way. You need to be ready to run at a moment's notice and you can't do that if you're trying to work a weapon. Got it?" Dean said, looking sternly at Amy.
"Aye, aye, Capt'n," Amy replied with a mock salute.
"Good, now don't be a smart ass and eat your snack bar," Dean said as his mouth twitched slightly and he suppressed a smile.
…
Amy stepped onto the bridge. Dean and Sam were hiding just out of sight but still close. For a moment she just stood there wondering what she should do. The fae had said she was a beacon for the supernatural, but what did that actually mean? Amy was beginning to wish she had asked more about that little revelation as she turned a circle on the bridge. Did it mean she has super powers? That would be kinda cool! Was she supposed to sense this thing? Was that what that churning in her stomach was, or was that just the nerves due to the fact she willingly and forcefully argued her way into this hunt. I mean, sure she had been involved in other hunts before, but they all found her. This time Amy had volunteered to step onto the bridge and lure this thing…this troll out of hiding!
She turned to look back at where Sam and Dean were peeking out of their hiding spots and gave the universal shrug and hand shaky thing sign for 'what do I do now?'. Dean just kind of responded with the hand rolling thing for 'I dunno, just do something!'.
"Wow, thanks for the help," Amy muttered to herself with an eye roll. She sighed and pursed her lips as she tried to think of a way to lure the troll out of hiding. Thinking back to a story her dad used to tell her as a child she began stomping along the bridge.
"'Trip-trap, trip-trap, who's that trip-trapping over my bridge?'" She recited in a deep voice as she stamped and jumped along the deck of the bridge. After a few minutes she stopped and looked around again, cocking her head to listen for any sounds and leaning over the railing to try and look underneath.
When nothing happened for a few minutes she sighed and turned to face the brothers again.
"I don't know," she called out to them. "I guess it's not hungry to…"
She stopped speaking when the bridge began to shake and turned slowly to see a large creature climbing over the side of the bridge.
Amy's not one to judge people on their looks, she's always trying to build them up rather than shame them over their appearance, but this thing was ugly! It was large…humongous, and gray, with overly long arms that ended in huge hands with long, dirty claw-like nails. Its body was solid and misshapen on short thick legs. It had a large belly and big head. Its eyes were small and beady, its nose a bulbous blob just above a mouth filled with big, blunt teeth perfect for grinding one's bones.
Amy gulped and took a step back as the thing loomed over her. A large glob of drool dripped from its mouth and splattered on the deck below their feet.
"Eww," she said with a grimace.
The troll, because that's surely what it was, growled lowly and stepped towards her, reaching with its flabby arm and huge hands.
"No! Wait, wait, wait!" Amy said, holding out her hands and stepping backwards. The troll paused.
"You don't want to eat me," she continued.
The troll roared at her, the foul odor of rotting flesh and gingivitis rushing over her.
"Oh my god, that stinks," she complained, waving her hand in the air and grimacing before she resumed trying to negotiate for her life. "No, really, I'm tiny. Look, I'm barely a mouthful. I wouldn't even fill your stomach." Amy continued to talk as she continued slowly backwards towards the end of the bridge.
"Waaaa?" The troll grumbled as it looked at her thoughtfully.
"Yeah, yeah, most likely, I'd just get stuck in your teeth, but, if you let me go, I have two friends here who are much bigger than me."
The troll tilted its head as she said that.
"Okay, you understand me, great," she mumbled quietly to herself before addressing the troll again. "Yeah. They're big and juicy, one of them's a little hairy, but I'm sure you've eaten worse. They'd be absolutely delicious and they'd fill you up just right!"
"Mwere?" The troll gruffed out at her as it looked around.
"We're right here, douche nozzle!" Dean said as Amy jumped out of the way.
The troll growled and rushed towards the brothers standing at the end of the bridge. It rushed towards them as fast as it could go, which in all honesty wasn't all that fast, as they raised their tasers. It swiped one of its huge hands at them and barely clipped Sam's shoulder as they ducked out of the way and pulled the triggers on their weapons. The twin wires of each of the tasers stuck into its flesh, Sam's catching it on the arm and the chest, while Deans caught dead center in its large belly. They continued to feed the massive volts of electricity into the troll as it tried to back away.
"Look! It's working!" Amy shouted pointing to the creature.
Sure enough, the electricity was causing the troll to turn to stone, slowly radiating out from where the barbs had hooked into its flesh.
The troll roared and swiped at the thin wires, dislodging one of Deans but the damage had been done. The stone was spreading.
"Shotgun! Shotgun!" Sam yelled when it became clear that Dean's taser was no longer administering the necessary voltage and his own was rapidly discharging.
Dean threw his taser to the side and grabbed for the gun slung across his chest. He aimed at the troll's chest and pulled the trigger, sending a spray of small stones scattering everywhere. Sam threw his taser to the side when the battery symbol flashed red and grabbed for his own gun. The brothers advance on the troll, firing again and again and sending back towards the middle of the bridge. Sam concentrated his shots on the monster's left shoulder that had already solidified and left the troll's arm suspended out in front of it, while Dean frantically reloaded. The creature roared and swung its right arm wildly when Sam's persistence finally paid off and the troll's left arm snapped free and bounced off the railing and shattered into a thousand pebbles.
Sam stepped back to reload and Dean moved his aim to one of the troll's legs, which were still mostly functioning.
"Dean!" Amy screamed when it swung its arm again. She leapt forward and shoved the older Winchester to the side as the troll's mighty arm swept through the now vacant air Dean had just been standing.
"Thanks Ames." Dean grinned at her.
"The face, Dean, go for the face!" She said.
Dean glanced up at the monster and nodded. He positioned himself back next to Sam and began firing.
"Go for the face Sammy!" He yelled.
Sam nodded, adjusted his aim and emptied his gun into the monster's face. They worked in unison and forced it against the railing as the troll waved its remaining arm, trying to bat the pellets away.
Finally the stone had spread enough that the troll's entire body, what was left of it, was completely immobile. It gave one final menacing roar then froze.
Dean cautiously stepped forward and tapped it with the butt of his gun, then stepped back satisfied when the troll didn't move.
"What now?" Amy asked.
They stood and looked at the petrified monster for a moment.
"I guess now we shove?" Sam asked.
"Looks like it," Dean agreed.
They both handed their shotguns to Amy to hold while they worked on getting the troll over the railing. Finally with much force, and more strain on their backs, they managed to get it over the edge and all three of them leaned over to watch it fall. It hit the ground below in an explosion of shattering rock and a plume of dust.
"Well, that was fun," Dean said after a few more minutes.
"Yeah it was, I guess," Amy replied as she handed Sam and Dean this guns back.
"What do you mean 'I guess'?" Dean asked.
"You still used guns," Amy said.
"What were we supposed to use?" Dean asked.
"The tasers were cool though, right?" Sam added.
"Yeah, I guess," Amy said as they walked off the bridge. "But they weren't no frying pan."
"There she goes again, " Dean grumbled to himself.
Sam shook his head and smiled, then remembered something.
"Hey Amy? What did you mean that one of us was a little hairy." He asked.
Amy looked sideways at Sam.
"Oh, nothing." She answered with a shrug. "Hey, who wants burgers? I'm sure I saw a decent looking diner on the way here, and I'm a little hungry. Guess killing trolls works up an appetite!"
"Oh, maybe they have pie!" Dean said excitedly.
He and Amy took off at a decent pace and left Sam watching after them.
"Just cause my hair's a little longer, doesn't make me 'hairy'!" He complained then just sighed and took off after his brother and friend just grateful they'd made it through another hunt unscathed.
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