We Bring You This Breaking News (Castiel (Dean, Sam), violence, no spoilers) (1/2)vikkiApril 1 2010, 01:05:18 UTC
"Holeeeeey shit," swears the drunk guy at Sam's left. "Wouldja look at that."
They're in Oklahoma, land of the tornado and home of the wheat; Sam kind of likes how, on the open road, he can see for miles in any direction. They're not far from the place where the Impala's odometer rolled over from 999999.9 to 000000.0, before Sam went to Stanford. Sam's never forgotten it because he remembers thinking how many people can say they've traveled a million miles and still not gotten anywhere.
But anyway, it's a bar like a thousand other bars, and Sam's used to ignoring drunk people (including his brother), but when the bartender says, "What the hell is that?" in a shocked voice, he finally looks up at the television.
"Oh my god," Sam says, and fumbles for his phone.
"Man, I wouldn'ta fight one o' those in m'nightmares," slurs the drunk guy. "Tha'dude is crazy."
*
"Yeah, yeah, I'm watchin' it," Dean says, grabbing the clicker and flipping to the news. As a rule Dean doesn't watch the news, 'cause it's depressing as hell and it's all the same thing, earthquakes and weather going to shit and mysterious cow deaths because the world's about to fucking end. But Sam seems to think it's important, and hell, he doesn't have anything better to do except lay around in bed feeling miserable because the flu freaking sucks, so.
"What the fuck," Dean says.
"I know!" Sam sounds almost triumphant over the phone.
"What the FUCK," Dean reiterates.
"We don't know what, exactly, it is," says the reporter, breathless with excitement, "but it appears to be a creature straight out of the mythology books - or our worst genetic engineering nightmares!"
The beast in question is taller than a man, but it has a face not unlike a human's, with razor-sharp teeth that are hard to see from the safe distance of the recording equipment. A lion's mane sprouts where the hairline starts, and frames the whole face, and shades down into the lithe, long golden-haired body, but the tail is thick, scaled, and ends with a terrifying foot-long barb. The paws are tipped with talons easily four inches long, black slashes that dig into the asphalt. Because it's a motherfucking manticore in downtown Oklahoma City.
Only it's not just a manticore that has their attention.
The manticore roars with fury, crouches down on its front paws, and whips its scorpion tail point-first towards its quarry - which parries with his sword, twisting the blade around in a futile attempt to pin the barb down. He moves in when the manticore draws the tail back to recover, and has to duck back when the teeth are snapped at him, whirling away in a flash of tan trenchcoat.
Castiel is fighting a motherfucking manticore in downtown Oklahoma City.
"The man you see appeared on the scene almost immediately after the creature, reportedly rescuing two young children. Nobody knows who this man is, but so far, he's the only one having any sort of success fighting the monster--" the camera pans to two flipped-over police cars, and back to the fight, "--but police backup is on the way, or so we're told!"
The manticore circles Castiel, lashing its tail; Castiel crouches, following its movements like a poorly-armed gladiator facing a lion. It's impossible to see his expression on the television. But when the beast lunges, Castiel rolls, stabbing upwards; he scores a hit, and the manticore roars. Its talons come down, and the announcer gasps and says, "oh my god," when Castiel doesn't come up from under the beast.
But the manticore does a funny little jump, almost like it was shoved, and Dean's fingers unclench a little when he sees Castiel scramble out from underneath it, bloody and limping but not mauled to bits. He looks right at the camera for a split second, then looks at the manticore, shouts something, and limps away.
He's an angel, Dean reminds himself. He's an angel and as soon as he can he'll heal Jimmy and Cas is totally fine. The announcer is saying something totally useless; the manticore is following Castiel.
Castiel stops at a bright red fire hydrant, raises his sword, and lops off the end.
They're in Oklahoma, land of the tornado and home of the wheat; Sam kind of likes how, on the open road, he can see for miles in any direction. They're not far from the place where the Impala's odometer rolled over from 999999.9 to 000000.0, before Sam went to Stanford. Sam's never forgotten it because he remembers thinking how many people can say they've traveled a million miles and still not gotten anywhere.
But anyway, it's a bar like a thousand other bars, and Sam's used to ignoring drunk people (including his brother), but when the bartender says, "What the hell is that?" in a shocked voice, he finally looks up at the television.
"Oh my god," Sam says, and fumbles for his phone.
"Man, I wouldn'ta fight one o' those in m'nightmares," slurs the drunk guy. "Tha'dude is crazy."
*
"Yeah, yeah, I'm watchin' it," Dean says, grabbing the clicker and flipping to the news. As a rule Dean doesn't watch the news, 'cause it's depressing as hell and it's all the same thing, earthquakes and weather going to shit and mysterious cow deaths because the world's about to fucking end. But Sam seems to think it's important, and hell, he doesn't have anything better to do except lay around in bed feeling miserable because the flu freaking sucks, so.
"What the fuck," Dean says.
"I know!" Sam sounds almost triumphant over the phone.
"What the FUCK," Dean reiterates.
"We don't know what, exactly, it is," says the reporter, breathless with excitement, "but it appears to be a creature straight out of the mythology books - or our worst genetic engineering nightmares!"
The beast in question is taller than a man, but it has a face not unlike a human's, with razor-sharp teeth that are hard to see from the safe distance of the recording equipment. A lion's mane sprouts where the hairline starts, and frames the whole face, and shades down into the lithe, long golden-haired body, but the tail is thick, scaled, and ends with a terrifying foot-long barb. The paws are tipped with talons easily four inches long, black slashes that dig into the asphalt. Because it's a motherfucking manticore in downtown Oklahoma City.
Only it's not just a manticore that has their attention.
The manticore roars with fury, crouches down on its front paws, and whips its scorpion tail point-first towards its quarry - which parries with his sword, twisting the blade around in a futile attempt to pin the barb down. He moves in when the manticore draws the tail back to recover, and has to duck back when the teeth are snapped at him, whirling away in a flash of tan trenchcoat.
Castiel is fighting a motherfucking manticore in downtown Oklahoma City.
"The man you see appeared on the scene almost immediately after the creature, reportedly rescuing two young children. Nobody knows who this man is, but so far, he's the only one having any sort of success fighting the monster--" the camera pans to two flipped-over police cars, and back to the fight, "--but police backup is on the way, or so we're told!"
The manticore circles Castiel, lashing its tail; Castiel crouches, following its movements like a poorly-armed gladiator facing a lion. It's impossible to see his expression on the television. But when the beast lunges, Castiel rolls, stabbing upwards; he scores a hit, and the manticore roars. Its talons come down, and the announcer gasps and says, "oh my god," when Castiel doesn't come up from under the beast.
But the manticore does a funny little jump, almost like it was shoved, and Dean's fingers unclench a little when he sees Castiel scramble out from underneath it, bloody and limping but not mauled to bits. He looks right at the camera for a split second, then looks at the manticore, shouts something, and limps away.
He's an angel, Dean reminds himself. He's an angel and as soon as he can he'll heal Jimmy and Cas is totally fine. The announcer is saying something totally useless; the manticore is following Castiel.
Castiel stops at a bright red fire hydrant, raises his sword, and lops off the end.
tbc
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