Purity - Supernatural, Sam and Dean, PG-13jaune_chatNovember 3 2010, 14:56:25 UTC
Sam wouldn't have expected to see one here. He wouldn't have expected to see one at all, but especially not here. A convent seemed anathema to creatures out of myths and fairy tales. But the moon was full and the light was clear, and there was a luminescent white unicorn rearing and striking at the demons who were trying to get inside. Sam could easily hear the screams of the sisters inside over the snarls of the demons, and pelted forward, flask of holy water in one hand, blessed knife in the other.
He was barely halfway there when the unicorn lowered its wickedly long and sharp horn and impaled one of the demons. It dropped soundlessly, dying with its host, and the demonic blood steamed away immediately, leaving the horn pristine as the unicorn whirled to face another foe. Sam charged in, flinging the holy water in a wide arc to distract the demons, gutting one while it was still cringing in pain, and seeing the unicorn pierce another one through the heart.
Sam and the unicorn swung blade and horn together, Sam's knife growing dull under the blood, the unicorn's horn glowing ever more brightly under the moonlight as the last demon went down, its eyes wide and confused as to what had killed it.
The unicorn turned towards Sam and stared at him with silver eyes, compassion and pity and anger hitting him with an almost palpable force. He dropped the knife on the grass as it swung its horn around, shivering hard enough that his teeth chattered.
Lore was chasing itself through his head randomly, but one line kept repeating over and over, Unicorns are the embodiment of purity, and it is purity that they protect.
"Sam!"
Dean's voice called from the other end of the field, but Sam couldn't even make himself speak. The unicorn held its stance, its horn pointed at Sam's heart, as the doors to the convent opened and a single young nun sprinted out. She threw her arms around the unicorn's neck and clung there, sobbing. Sam recognized her as the sacrifice the demons had been after, and almost tried to speak. A twitch from the unicorn silenced him. Even his voice was not pure enough for the sister's ears.
"Sam? Where are you?"
The unicorn's ears turned in the direction of Dean's voice, and it whuffed out a breath. It turned to nuzzle the nun, and she grasped its mane, somehow managing to climb atop its back in her restrictive habit.
"Sam? Sam! There you-." Dean came running across the field from the opposite side, and froze dead when confronted with the sight of the unicorn, Sister Mary Celeste on its back, and Sam standing frozen, six inches from having his heart shish-kabobed by a creature out of legend.
The unicorn raised it head and took several steps away, shaking its head at both Winchesters. Then it was gone, racing into the forest behind the convent, leaving the field inexplicably dull and grim.
"Sam, was that-?"
"Yeah."
Dean looked at the crumpled, almost withered bodies of the demons with silver wounds in their chests, and shuddered.
"Next time, let's leave protecting professional virgins to the professionals, yeah?" Dean said carefully, clearly weirded out.
Sam stooped to pick up the knife, the blood on the blade sticky and thick, unwilling to come off when he tried to wipe it on the grass.
"Yeah," Sam said softly, looking into the moonlit woods, trying to see one last glimpse of white and silver.
Re: Purity - Supernatural, Sam and Dean, PG-13auroramamaNovember 3 2010, 21:58:35 UTC
Hee! Poor Sam, still hypnotized and apologetic when confronted by purity. Whereas Dean is just creeped out. And the unicorn gets the nun out of there pronto.
Re: Purity - Supernatural, Sam and Dean, PG-13jaune_chatNovember 4 2010, 02:22:04 UTC
Sam believes in too much good, Dean can't believe in it, and the unicorn believes both of them are no good around a nun. So, so not good around a nun. Glad you liked it! :D
He was barely halfway there when the unicorn lowered its wickedly long and sharp horn and impaled one of the demons. It dropped soundlessly, dying with its host, and the demonic blood steamed away immediately, leaving the horn pristine as the unicorn whirled to face another foe. Sam charged in, flinging the holy water in a wide arc to distract the demons, gutting one while it was still cringing in pain, and seeing the unicorn pierce another one through the heart.
Sam and the unicorn swung blade and horn together, Sam's knife growing dull under the blood, the unicorn's horn glowing ever more brightly under the moonlight as the last demon went down, its eyes wide and confused as to what had killed it.
The unicorn turned towards Sam and stared at him with silver eyes, compassion and pity and anger hitting him with an almost palpable force. He dropped the knife on the grass as it swung its horn around, shivering hard enough that his teeth chattered.
Lore was chasing itself through his head randomly, but one line kept repeating over and over, Unicorns are the embodiment of purity, and it is purity that they protect.
"Sam!"
Dean's voice called from the other end of the field, but Sam couldn't even make himself speak. The unicorn held its stance, its horn pointed at Sam's heart, as the doors to the convent opened and a single young nun sprinted out. She threw her arms around the unicorn's neck and clung there, sobbing. Sam recognized her as the sacrifice the demons had been after, and almost tried to speak. A twitch from the unicorn silenced him. Even his voice was not pure enough for the sister's ears.
"Sam? Where are you?"
The unicorn's ears turned in the direction of Dean's voice, and it whuffed out a breath. It turned to nuzzle the nun, and she grasped its mane, somehow managing to climb atop its back in her restrictive habit.
"Sam? Sam! There you-." Dean came running across the field from the opposite side, and froze dead when confronted with the sight of the unicorn, Sister Mary Celeste on its back, and Sam standing frozen, six inches from having his heart shish-kabobed by a creature out of legend.
The unicorn raised it head and took several steps away, shaking its head at both Winchesters. Then it was gone, racing into the forest behind the convent, leaving the field inexplicably dull and grim.
"Sam, was that-?"
"Yeah."
Dean looked at the crumpled, almost withered bodies of the demons with silver wounds in their chests, and shuddered.
"Next time, let's leave protecting professional virgins to the professionals, yeah?" Dean said carefully, clearly weirded out.
Sam stooped to pick up the knife, the blood on the blade sticky and thick, unwilling to come off when he tried to wipe it on the grass.
"Yeah," Sam said softly, looking into the moonlit woods, trying to see one last glimpse of white and silver.
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