We're not calling it Babe 16/?
Warning: This chapter turned out more gory than expected. It's similar to what we saw in the basement in "A Very Supernatural Christmas".
Chapter 16
Luck was on their side once again.
When they reached the small trailer park at the side of the fairground most trailers were dark and there was nobody around who could wonder what they were doing here. After working a long day on the fair most people were asleep by now.
However, there was light behind the small windows of one of the trailers at the outskirts of the place, right where the brothers came in from the fairground, and when they came closer, Dean caught a glimpse of a familiar face.
"That's him." Dean pointed at the window. The man was out of sight a second later but Dean breathed easier, they weren't too late.
"What are we going to do now?" Sam hissed, scanning the area.
"Keeping an eye on him." Dean answered in the same low voice, his eyes darting over the shadows between the trailers. There were too many places to hide, their pagan goddess could strike from everywhere.
Without a word he and Sam slipped back into the shadows. Leaning against the sides of one of the closed stands they had the trailer in clear view without being seen themselves.
For some reason Dean had expected a in the nick of time rescue or, more likely, being too late and finding the dude dead. His fists were clenched at his sides and he felt the muscles in his jaw working but he was unable to relax. He had been itching for a fight and now he was stuck with the anticipation with no way to release it.
Suddenly there was a firm pressure against his leg. Mac didn't make a sound, he probably knew that they were on a hunt, but he pressed himself against Dean, grounding him.
Dean risked a quick glance down to the pig who stepped on the tip of his boot to meet his eyes. In the dark Dean could only make out a faint glint but he was sure that he saw understanding in them. For an eery second they just looked at each other before Mac broke the eye contact and turned to the trailer in front of them.
Dean really hoped that Sam would never find out how much Mac grounded him by just being there, how much he depended on the pig to keep the Mark in control. Seconds ago he had been ready to just storm in, guns blazing, but now he was content with watching the perimeter, waiting for their enemy to make the first move.
It was entirely possible that the pagan goddess was at their motel room right now. They had left the teddy there after all and the meadowsweet was like a beacon for these bitches.
Thinking about it, Brian's vision made sense now. She was at the motel to get Dean but couldn't find him. But she would see the dismembered teddy and maybe some other clues, pointing at them as hunters. Maybe Mac's scent ticked her off or whatever. Point was, she would know that she was busted.
Before she left town, she would come for the only persons who had seen her and could identify her. The guys who had handed out the teddies.
"Did Brian say something about the second guy?" Dean asked. "What was his name? Chris?"
"No." Sam shook his head. "But his vision was very limited. He only saw the one man lying in his own blood in the corner of the trailer."
Which left what was going to happen in the rest of the trailer to speculation.
They didn't even know if Chris stayed with his partner or if he had his own trailer. So far Dean had only seen the other guy but that didn't mean anything.
Dean kept an eye on the trailer where he could see the man moving around, mostly just shadows but from time to time he caught a glimpse of his head. It was good for keeping an eye on him but inwardly he winced, he was an easy target like this.
He wished they could just walk up to the trailer and ask the guy if they could come in to protect him from the evil pagan goddess. Sadly, it never was that easy.
They waited in silence for a few minutes.
The movement in the trailer never stopped and the lights stayed on. Dean started to wonder if the guy was suffering from insomnia. Everything else lay in complete darkness by now.
Mac was the first to get impatient. He started to nudge Dean's calf with his snout, urging him to move in the direction of the trailer.
"Shh, Mac." Dean tried to calm the pig down. "We have to wait here."
Usually Mac understood perfectly well what Dean was asking from him but this time he just ignored Dean's words and kept butting his head into Dean's leg.
"What is with him?" Sam whispered from the other side of the stall they were leaning on.
"Dunno." Dean bent down to scoop the pig up but Mac dodged his hand easily. On his short little legs he sprinted towards the trailer but stopped after a few yards, throwing an expectant look at them. Then he started walking again.
"Mac, come back." Dean hissed after him but the pig ignored him. There was determination in the little guy's steps when he walked up to the door of the trailer.
"Dammit." Dean cursed and sprinted after him. Sam stayed back and Dean trusted him to keep an eye out for the goddess.
Mac reached the three steps leading up to the door before Dean could catch him. His feet made clunking noises on the metal.
"What are you doing?" Dean whispered. "He's going to hear you."
Hastily he scooped the pig up but before he could retreat, the door opened.
"You're back early. The guy didn't put up much of a fight?" The guy asked through the widening gap of the door.
Then he caught sight of Dean.
His face paled and he tried to slam the door shut. He would have succeeded, Dean was too stunned by what he was seeing to react, but Mac was quicker. He darted out of Dean's arms and through the man's legs.
"Sam!" Dean bellowed, reaching for his wooden stake. "It's them!"
The man standing in the door was only wearing light pants which had been white at one point. Now they were strained with blood. His bare chest was covered with symbols drawn in blood and his hands and feet were caked with blood. The inside of the trailer looked like a slaughterhouse and the smell of old blood hit Dean in waves.
Before he could raise the stake, the guy reached for him. Dean braced himself for the impact, already curling in on himself to soften the fall but instead of pushing him the man grabbed him by the collar and yanked him forward.
Caught off guard Dean stumbled forward, past the man who used the momentum to crash Dean into the kitchen counter on the opposite wall.
"Dean!" He heard Sam over the ringing in his own ears and the crashing of cutlery on the floor. Dean wasn't sure if he'd cut himself when he'd cleared the counter but that had to wait. He still had the stake in his hand and a second later he was back on his feet.
By now Sam's broad form was filling the door and the guy was trapped between them. In the cramped confines of the trailer he had nowhere to go.
With a feral grin on his lips Dean raised his stake while Sam did the same.
The man darted to the side but stumbled over Mac and crashed to the ground. It made a squishy sound when he landed on the blood soaked carpet but that only made Dean's grin grew wider.
He had his prey. It was squirming on the ground in the fruitless attempt to get away from him.
Knowing he had won, Dean let the stake swirl in his hand before he gripped it hard.
"Time's up, buddy." He said, enjoying the fear in his enemy's eyes.
Without taking his eyes off him the guy was crawling away, hands frantically searching for a weapon.
His fingers closed around a bone, the end of a tendon and ribbons of bloody flesh still hanging from it, but Dean dodged it easily when the guy tried to hit him.
"Please." The pagan god whimpered. He had reached the end of the trailer, cowering in the corner. He was rather pathetic for a god.
Dean took in the picture in front of him, Brian's vision would come true after all.
He stepped closer. He knew he was enjoying this way too much but he didn't care.
"Dean, hurry up." Came Sam's urgent voice from behind him. "The other guy could be back any minute."
Right, there were two of them. Did they always come as a double deal?
"Where's your partner?" Dean asked but didn't really care about an answer. The second god was probably at the motel, looking for Dean. He would come back when he couldn't find his sacrifice. He won't know what hit him.
"I'm here." Suddenly a new voice answered his question.
The too familiar sound of something blunt connecting with the back of Sam's head filled the sudden silence.
Dean could only watch when his brother's eyes rolled back and he went down.
"Sam!" Dean darted forward but a hand around his ankle stopped him. He went down hard, the stake caught between his chest and the floor, knocking the wind out of his lungs. For a second his face was only inches from Sam's but he didn't have the time to check if his brother was still breathing or not.
The guy behind him yanked him back by his ankles.
"Chris, kill him!" The god screamed, clawing at his legs to prevent him from getting back up. Dean tried to twist his way out of his grip but the guy was strong.
"I should have known that he was a hunter." The new guy, Chris, pointed with the cleaver in his hand at Sam's prone body. Why he had used the blunt handle and not the blade to attack Sam was beyond Dean but he wasn't complaining.
"No shit." The man behind Dean gritted out while he tried to keep Dean from kicking out his teeth. "Just kill them both."
With a high pitched squeal Mac darted out of nowhere and rammed into Chris' leg. The man tumbled backwards but caught his footing.
"You little shit." He muttered and kicked the pig out of the way. Mac let out a pained scream but he was still standing.
"Mac, run!" Dean yelled at him. He kicked out and his foot actually connected with something and with a grunt the god let go of him. Dean didn't look back to see where he'd hit him.
The only thing that mattered was that the iron grip on his legs was gone and he used his chance to come up to his hands and knees, the stake still in his fist.
Before he got up to his feet, Mac was back again, though. He charged at the god in front of Dean again and this time the man used the cleaver to sweep the pig away. Mac screamed in an almost human voice and then went silent.
"Mac!" Dean had lost sight of the pig in all that blood and stuff they'd knocked around during their fight. But there was fresh blood on the blade of the cleaver.
Dean's world went red.
Chapter 17
Masterpost