Bad Moon Rising - Chapter Ten - the End
Title - Bad Moon Rising
Setting - Supernatural/BTVS Crossover - Before Supernatural and Buffy Season 7
Author - goth_huntress
Chapter - 10/10
Rating - R
Word Count: 1691
Prompt for 50_darkfics #16 Evil 12/50
Prompt for deviant_muses #1 Sunrise picture
X Posted to sn_crossovers, papawinchester, spooky_fiction
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Dean spat several times to get the stink of the damned off of his tongue. “God dad, tastes like I just French kissed a basset hound that had been munching in the cat box.” The boy rubbed at his face, and swatted imaginary flies away from his ears.
“Shhh,” John cautioned holding his hand up. In the distance he could hear voices, and the sounds of tools on stone. “Looks like we’re not the only ones down here.” As Dean stepped up besides him, they stepped carefully over the debris that was scattered over the floor of the tunnel as it spiraled downwards. “And I don’t think they came down the same way we did.”
“Think they came through the other side?” Dean tightened the grip on his gun, wondering just when he was going to have to shoot something. The gravel and dust beneath their feet showed no footprints other than their own as Dean flicked his flashlight over the ground.
The older Winchester steeled himself. He had no idea what they were about to face. There had been nothing in his journal and notes from speaking to the other hunters he knew about what was going on here in Double Springs. “You’re going to get him killed John,” Mary’s voice whispered in his ear as annoying as the sound of flies. “It’ll be just the same as if you killed him, only you won’t have the blood on your hands.”
“Get out of my head, bitch.” He hissed shaking his head to clear it. Dean touched his arm, and he didn’t like the concerned look on the boy’s face. “It’s nothing. You’re nothing.” He raised his voice to speak to the entity. “If you’re so powerful, why don’t you tell us who you really are, and stop fucking around wearing my wife’s face?”
“All the dead are my faces to wear John Winchester,” the First said as she shifted her face from Mary’s, to the Sheriff’s, to Lizzy Black’s, and back to Mary again. “You should have done your research. But then you’re not a Watcher are you, and with only boys you didn’t give birth to a Slayer did you? You’re just some big dumb hick hunter out to prove to your boy that you’ve got the biggest set on the planet.”
The words Watcher and Slayer did bring up a recollection to a conversation that John had had with Pastor Jim awhile back about a girl who was destined to destroy the demons, and how she was watched over and trained by the Watchers. John had thought it was pretty stupid to think that one little girl, no matter how powerful, would be able to be everywhere that evil was lurking in the world at one time as did most of the other hunters he knew.
“Now darllin’,” Caleb drawled as the Winchesters came through the narrow tunnel to the chamber he was in, a narrow cylinder that held an ancient scroll clutched in his blood stained hands. “You’re bein’ a might harsh on the man. He thinks he’s doin’ the Lord’s work is all.”
“Brother Caleb?” Dean’s eyes widened at the sight of the man’s blood soaked frock and he swallowed as the blue bled out of Caleb’s eyes until they were nothing but black. “Demon possessed Brother Caleb.”
“I ain’t possessed by nothin’ Dean.” He grinned as he tucked the scroll into a messenger bag slung over his shoulder. “I’m just doin’ my lady’s work for her. The First moves in mysterious ways, that the likes of y’all would never understand.” His black eyes flickered towards the shadows of the rock formations in the chamber where the Bringers were waiting his signal to attack. “I do like you Dean. You’re a right fine little killer. Think sooner or later, she’ll come callin’ on you like she did me. Think you’ll be listenin’ too.”
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” Dean snapped bringing his pistol up to point it at the center of Caleb’s forehead. “Now quit all the power and glory shit, and tell us what’s goin’ on here.”
“That’s not my purpose here Dean,” the ex-priest said with a shrug. “I’m here to get the scroll, and do a little extra handy work along the way. Ain’t even here to kill either one of you.” As he said the words the brown robed and dirt covered shambled out of the darkness, looking like puppets with broken strings. They turned their eyeless faces towards the First’s Chosen One and waited. “Course that don’t mean my boys won’t enjoy rippin’ y’all apart.” As the last word left his lips, Caleb turned back towards the tunnel to his caves with the scroll held tightly against his body, leaving the Bringers to deal with John and Dean Winchester.
Dean didn’t even pause as he fired his gun point blank into the first Bringer’s face shattering it into a string stitched pulp with the force of the 9mm shell. His father brought up the shot gun, peppering another three of the First’s puppets with buckshot mixed with silver and salt. Neither Winchester had known what they were facing, so they hoped to cover all the basics with the salt and silver. The creatures made no sound with their lips sewn shut, but Dean could hear them growling in anger and pain.
He emptied his clip into the mass of them, finishing off his father’s work, while John picked up a discarded shovel, and started bringing it down on anything he could reach. The small chamber was filled with the stink of cordite and blood mingling in with the fetid stench that had filled it to begin with. Neither Dean nor his father took the time to try to read the symbols that were carved into the walls missing the message that would have told them why Caleb and the First had been there at all.
A shower of loose dirt hit Dean on the head, and he stopped fighting long enough to hear the sounds of stone grating on stone. “Dad, time for us to go.” The Bringers that were still standing had blocked the way out that they had come through. “Fine by me, you’re just minions. Caleb’s the one needs to die here.”
“You fucking sick son of a bitch,” Caleb turned towards his cousin’s voice as he entered the outer part of the cave where Lucas was crouched next to his daughter’s dismembered body. “She was your cousin! My little girl!” Lucas got up, and aimed his gun at his cousin. “Should have killed you when we was kids, Caleb, when I found you killing Mrs. Beasley’s dog like that.”
“Probably should’ve,” Caleb agreed holding his hands out and up. “Guess you’ll have to arrest me now won’t you?” Having his cousin trail him out to the cave hadn’t been part of the plan at all, and right now he wished he carried a gun as well as the knife he used for most of his work. “Since I don’t think you’ve got it in you to kill family. If you did, you would have done me in a long time ago.”
“Thought you were better Caleb,” he said from between teeth that were starting to hurt as he ground them together. Lucas wanted to kill him. Wanted to splatter his brains all over the cave walls and then more, but he couldn’t do it. He was a lawman, and he’d be bringing Caleb in to pay for his crimes. “Thought the priesthood had changed you.”
“Well it did,” Caleb said as he slowly stepped towards his cousin. He could hear the sounds of the cave in behind him, and smiled sure that the annoying Winchester men were now nothing more than greasy smears beneath tons of rock and dirt. “Just not the way my daddy would’ve liked is all.” Lucas didn’t lower his gun, and Caleb heard the gunshot before he felt the hot slug rip through his brain. “You shot me?”
“No I didn’t.” Was the last thing Caleb heard as his body crumpled to the ground at his cousin’s feet.
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In the morgue the body sat up tearing through the plastic body bag like a putrid black cocoon. Caleb felt the back of his head; the blood had dried crispy against the bullet wound that had healed over on his scalp. He stretched as the life returned to his arms and legs. The First was waiting for him arms folded across her chest. She had long blonde hair and was wearing a white flowing nightgown. He didn’t recognize the face at all. “Shit,” he uncommonly swore. “They got the scroll.”
“It’s not a problem,” she said with a smile. “I read it over the Winchester’s shoulders in the sheriff’s office. I know where it is now. It’s in California. Where the Slayer is.”
“So they’re alive then?” he asked as he pulled on his shoes and started down the hospital corridor to the elevator.
“Who do you think shot you in the back of the head Caleb?” She snorted. “You’re right about Dean. He’d have been a good warrior for me if he could have been turned, but that family is marked by another. Someone else will take care of our revenge for us.”
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“Thanks for your help. Don’t know how to explain what happened to anyone, and not sure I should. But I know you saved my life when you killed Caleb.” Dean and John were leaning against the side of the Impala as Sheriff Lucas Black shook their hands. “If you ever come this way again, just look me up.”
“Thanks for the food. Sorry about your little girl, sir.” Dean hefted the bag of fried chicken and other goodies that Lucas’ wife had made them for the next leg of their journey. The smell was making his mouth water. His dad had that look on his face that said they were going to be hitting a library to do some research soon, so the food would be a good thing to while away the hours.
Setting - Supernatural/BTVS Crossover - Before Supernatural and Buffy Season 7
Author - goth_huntress
Chapter - 10/10
Rating - R
Word Count: 1691
Prompt for 50_darkfics #16 Evil 12/50
Prompt for deviant_muses #1 Sunrise picture
X Posted to sn_crossovers, papawinchester, spooky_fiction
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Dean spat several times to get the stink of the damned off of his tongue. “God dad, tastes like I just French kissed a basset hound that had been munching in the cat box.” The boy rubbed at his face, and swatted imaginary flies away from his ears.
“Shhh,” John cautioned holding his hand up. In the distance he could hear voices, and the sounds of tools on stone. “Looks like we’re not the only ones down here.” As Dean stepped up besides him, they stepped carefully over the debris that was scattered over the floor of the tunnel as it spiraled downwards. “And I don’t think they came down the same way we did.”
“Think they came through the other side?” Dean tightened the grip on his gun, wondering just when he was going to have to shoot something. The gravel and dust beneath their feet showed no footprints other than their own as Dean flicked his flashlight over the ground.
The older Winchester steeled himself. He had no idea what they were about to face. There had been nothing in his journal and notes from speaking to the other hunters he knew about what was going on here in Double Springs. “You’re going to get him killed John,” Mary’s voice whispered in his ear as annoying as the sound of flies. “It’ll be just the same as if you killed him, only you won’t have the blood on your hands.”
“Get out of my head, bitch.” He hissed shaking his head to clear it. Dean touched his arm, and he didn’t like the concerned look on the boy’s face. “It’s nothing. You’re nothing.” He raised his voice to speak to the entity. “If you’re so powerful, why don’t you tell us who you really are, and stop fucking around wearing my wife’s face?”
“All the dead are my faces to wear John Winchester,” the First said as she shifted her face from Mary’s, to the Sheriff’s, to Lizzy Black’s, and back to Mary again. “You should have done your research. But then you’re not a Watcher are you, and with only boys you didn’t give birth to a Slayer did you? You’re just some big dumb hick hunter out to prove to your boy that you’ve got the biggest set on the planet.”
The words Watcher and Slayer did bring up a recollection to a conversation that John had had with Pastor Jim awhile back about a girl who was destined to destroy the demons, and how she was watched over and trained by the Watchers. John had thought it was pretty stupid to think that one little girl, no matter how powerful, would be able to be everywhere that evil was lurking in the world at one time as did most of the other hunters he knew.
“Now darllin’,” Caleb drawled as the Winchesters came through the narrow tunnel to the chamber he was in, a narrow cylinder that held an ancient scroll clutched in his blood stained hands. “You’re bein’ a might harsh on the man. He thinks he’s doin’ the Lord’s work is all.”
“Brother Caleb?” Dean’s eyes widened at the sight of the man’s blood soaked frock and he swallowed as the blue bled out of Caleb’s eyes until they were nothing but black. “Demon possessed Brother Caleb.”
“I ain’t possessed by nothin’ Dean.” He grinned as he tucked the scroll into a messenger bag slung over his shoulder. “I’m just doin’ my lady’s work for her. The First moves in mysterious ways, that the likes of y’all would never understand.” His black eyes flickered towards the shadows of the rock formations in the chamber where the Bringers were waiting his signal to attack. “I do like you Dean. You’re a right fine little killer. Think sooner or later, she’ll come callin’ on you like she did me. Think you’ll be listenin’ too.”
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” Dean snapped bringing his pistol up to point it at the center of Caleb’s forehead. “Now quit all the power and glory shit, and tell us what’s goin’ on here.”
“That’s not my purpose here Dean,” the ex-priest said with a shrug. “I’m here to get the scroll, and do a little extra handy work along the way. Ain’t even here to kill either one of you.” As he said the words the brown robed and dirt covered shambled out of the darkness, looking like puppets with broken strings. They turned their eyeless faces towards the First’s Chosen One and waited. “Course that don’t mean my boys won’t enjoy rippin’ y’all apart.” As the last word left his lips, Caleb turned back towards the tunnel to his caves with the scroll held tightly against his body, leaving the Bringers to deal with John and Dean Winchester.
Dean didn’t even pause as he fired his gun point blank into the first Bringer’s face shattering it into a string stitched pulp with the force of the 9mm shell. His father brought up the shot gun, peppering another three of the First’s puppets with buckshot mixed with silver and salt. Neither Winchester had known what they were facing, so they hoped to cover all the basics with the salt and silver. The creatures made no sound with their lips sewn shut, but Dean could hear them growling in anger and pain.
He emptied his clip into the mass of them, finishing off his father’s work, while John picked up a discarded shovel, and started bringing it down on anything he could reach. The small chamber was filled with the stink of cordite and blood mingling in with the fetid stench that had filled it to begin with. Neither Dean nor his father took the time to try to read the symbols that were carved into the walls missing the message that would have told them why Caleb and the First had been there at all.
A shower of loose dirt hit Dean on the head, and he stopped fighting long enough to hear the sounds of stone grating on stone. “Dad, time for us to go.” The Bringers that were still standing had blocked the way out that they had come through. “Fine by me, you’re just minions. Caleb’s the one needs to die here.”
“You fucking sick son of a bitch,” Caleb turned towards his cousin’s voice as he entered the outer part of the cave where Lucas was crouched next to his daughter’s dismembered body. “She was your cousin! My little girl!” Lucas got up, and aimed his gun at his cousin. “Should have killed you when we was kids, Caleb, when I found you killing Mrs. Beasley’s dog like that.”
“Probably should’ve,” Caleb agreed holding his hands out and up. “Guess you’ll have to arrest me now won’t you?” Having his cousin trail him out to the cave hadn’t been part of the plan at all, and right now he wished he carried a gun as well as the knife he used for most of his work. “Since I don’t think you’ve got it in you to kill family. If you did, you would have done me in a long time ago.”
“Thought you were better Caleb,” he said from between teeth that were starting to hurt as he ground them together. Lucas wanted to kill him. Wanted to splatter his brains all over the cave walls and then more, but he couldn’t do it. He was a lawman, and he’d be bringing Caleb in to pay for his crimes. “Thought the priesthood had changed you.”
“Well it did,” Caleb said as he slowly stepped towards his cousin. He could hear the sounds of the cave in behind him, and smiled sure that the annoying Winchester men were now nothing more than greasy smears beneath tons of rock and dirt. “Just not the way my daddy would’ve liked is all.” Lucas didn’t lower his gun, and Caleb heard the gunshot before he felt the hot slug rip through his brain. “You shot me?”
“No I didn’t.” Was the last thing Caleb heard as his body crumpled to the ground at his cousin’s feet.
//////
In the morgue the body sat up tearing through the plastic body bag like a putrid black cocoon. Caleb felt the back of his head; the blood had dried crispy against the bullet wound that had healed over on his scalp. He stretched as the life returned to his arms and legs. The First was waiting for him arms folded across her chest. She had long blonde hair and was wearing a white flowing nightgown. He didn’t recognize the face at all. “Shit,” he uncommonly swore. “They got the scroll.”
“It’s not a problem,” she said with a smile. “I read it over the Winchester’s shoulders in the sheriff’s office. I know where it is now. It’s in California. Where the Slayer is.”
“So they’re alive then?” he asked as he pulled on his shoes and started down the hospital corridor to the elevator.
“Who do you think shot you in the back of the head Caleb?” She snorted. “You’re right about Dean. He’d have been a good warrior for me if he could have been turned, but that family is marked by another. Someone else will take care of our revenge for us.”
//////
“Thanks for your help. Don’t know how to explain what happened to anyone, and not sure I should. But I know you saved my life when you killed Caleb.” Dean and John were leaning against the side of the Impala as Sheriff Lucas Black shook their hands. “If you ever come this way again, just look me up.”
“Thanks for the food. Sorry about your little girl, sir.” Dean hefted the bag of fried chicken and other goodies that Lucas’ wife had made them for the next leg of their journey. The smell was making his mouth water. His dad had that look on his face that said they were going to be hitting a library to do some research soon, so the food would be a good thing to while away the hours.