Children for a Lesser God 3/?
Title: Children for a Lesser God 3/?
Rating/Warnings: pg-13/Violence and language
Wordcount: ~2300
A/N: I should be working on all my challenges that are due in the near future…but this idea wouldn’t leave me alone, especially after You Make my Heart Melt got a nice response.
Summary: John has planned on taking his boys out for a camping trip for some relaxation and training, since Sam now knows about the Supernatural world. However, days before the trip, Sam falls ill with the flu and stays at Bobby's so that Dean can still go on the trip he was so looking forward to. While there, Sam meets one of Bobby's customer's who has lost everything and is desperately searching for a way to get it all back. An ancient book of Bobby's and young Sam may just be what he needs...unfortunately for Sam.
“What the hell did you do?!? Where’s Sam?!?”
Flames lapped at Sam’s sweatpants covered legs, singeing the material and licking at the flesh underneath. It burned hot, making Sam’s fevered body feel ablaze itself. Tears built up in his eyes as the ash stung at them, but he refused to let them fall. He had to stay strong. It was what his dad and brother would do.
He did his best to glare Moloch down, but given his situation, he doubted it was that convincing. The laughing from the god proved Sam right.
“Little human,” Moloch sneered, “do you really think that will bother me? HAH! You are going to be fun to play with little one.”
Moloch dropped Sam to the ground. He fell hard, his hands bruising and cutting from the harsh forest floor. He grunted at the pain, but did his best not to cry out like he wanted to. He tried to curl into himself, to protect himself, but Moloch was quicker. His foot came down hard on Sam’s side and caused the boy to gasp at the force of it.
“You don’t get it do you Sam?” Moloch questioned as he reached back down to get Sam. He picked Sam up around his neck, bruising the tender flesh under his strong hands and constricting his air. “You see, you’re mine now Sammy boy...all mine now.”
“W-why?” Sam wheezed.
“Well,” Moloch sneered as he swung Sam into his arms, “you are to be a sacrifice to me little human.” His grip tightened around Sam’s smaller body. “You should feel honored…it used to be such a high honor to be sacrificed to me! But now, you petty creatures don’t feel there is a need for such things!”
“We got sm-smarter…we saw you for the fraud y-you are.”
“You little bastard!” The flames around the clearing rose higher and grew hotter. They closed in on Sam and Moloch in the middle of the circle. The god was unfazed by the burn, but Sam could feel the flames painfully licking at his legs where they dangled from Moloch’s arms.
Sam struggled against the supernatural strength holding him in place. He pushed and shoved, but to no avail. Moloch’s arms wrapped tighter around him. A hand curled up close to his face, giving Sam an out. He moved ever so slightly, making it look as if he was simple struggling like before. However, this time he turned his head towards the hand and bit down on the god’s tough skin.
“Gah!” Moloch screamed in surprise. He dropped Sam again, but this time he was more prepared for it. He still hit the ground hard, and the flames burned his right hand and leg. Despite this, he was able to push himself up to attempt to make a run for it.
The flames created a barrier between Sam and his escape. His eyes darted in every direction, looking for a hole somewhere in the seemingly endless wall of flames. He finally spotted a tree off to the side. The trunk was surrounding by flames, but he saw a way up the tree. One of the lower branches hung over the side of the clearing that had not been engulfed just yet.
Sam bolted towards the tree, picking up as much speed as his sick body would allow. Once he got closer, he leaped into the air. His hands, slick with sweat and blood, nearly slipped off the branch, but he held tight. His bare feet swung out, dripping blood from the various cuts as he tried to get his footing against the charred bark. It was hot where the flames were beginning to take hold of the trunk, yet he continued working his feet against it until he was able to reach the top of the branch and sit.
Sam took a minute to catch his breath and gulped once he realized Moloch was nowhere in sight. He knew that didn’t bode well for him. He bit back the fear, remembering that it was what his brother and dad would do in this situation.
He then slowly crawled forward, jumping towards the other branches. The flames grew higher the more he moved, but it was the only way out of the fire and the clearing. The branches to his side began to crack and crumble down into the blaze. Sam kept moving forward. He did his best to block out the sounds of everything around him. He put one hand in front of the other, sliding his aching legs along behind him. Sweat poured off his whole body.
The branch underneath Sam gave way ever so slightly. Fear and adrenaline took hold as he increased his pace. In the end, it didn’t help. The flames broke through the wood, snapping it completely. Sam’s weight was too much for it. Both the tree limb and Sam crashed straight towards the wall of fire waiting underneath.
Sam closed his eyes and braced himself for the agony he knew would soon be thrumming throughout his whole body. It engulfed his right leg first and it hit the top of the flames. He couldn’t help but cry out. However, the rest of his body never felt the same burning sensation. Instead, it felt the stiffness of arms grabbing onto him and deep mocking laughter rumbling through his head.
“
Silly little human,” Moloch taunted.
Sam opened his eyes to mere slits, expecting to see Moloch’s smirking face. Yet his eyes settled on horns and a bull like snot where Moloch’s plainly face had once been.
Sam began to shiver in the creatures arm, spurring on more laughter from the angered god.
“I’ve gotcha now, Sammy…
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“What the hell do you think you are doing Alec?!? What did you do with Sam?!?” Bobby shoved Alec back against the truck door, not even registering the grunt of pain that escaped Alec’s mouth. “What did you do to him?!?”
“I-I…didn’t…I didn’t want this, Bobby,” Alec stuttered. “I just wanted my son back.” A sob slipped out after he said the words. “I just want Matty.” The tears flowed freely at that point. He bent his head down, avoiding eye contact with Bobby.
Bobby lessened his grip on Alec slightly, but kept his hands on Alec to prevent him from fleeing. Although, it really didn’t look like Alec was going to run away from him.
“Alec,” Bobby said with less anger, “what did ya do? I need to know what ya did.”
Alec nodded in understanding.
“Good.” Bobby pushed Alec towards the house. They quickly made their way inside the living room. Bobby guided Alec to a chair and then stood in front of him. “Talk…”
Alec rubbed a hand through his hair; it shook due to his nerves. “I…well I found a book of yours back when I came in to order those parts. Your phone rang and you had to leave the office. I saw that book on your desk, and…and I read a little. It was all about the various gods and ways to summon them.”
“Alec, you didn’t…”
“I felt like my God abandoned me, Bobby. He took Matty away and I…I just wanted a way to fix it. I didn’t think it would work. I found a page on the god of children, so I summoned him. It worked…hell it actually worked. He said he’d bring my son back to me. But I had to bring him a boy Matty’s age to sacrifice. When you said Sam was nine…I’m so sorry! I just want my son.”
“Look, Alec,” Bobby paused to place his hand on Alec’s shoulder. “I’m pissed at ya for doin’ such a dumbass trick. But I get. Can’t say I wouldn’t do the same for Sam or his brother. But I need to know who you summoned.”
“You can’t stop it! If you do, Matty will still be dead!”
Bobby loomed over Alec, pressing him down into the chair painfully. He looked straight into the man’s eyes. “And if Sam dies instead…you won’t need to bring Matty back. You’ll be joinin’ him.” Alec’s eyes widened. “Now, do you wanna give me that name?”
Tears started to fall again. Alec wanted to save his son, but it didn’t look like there would be a way to do that right now. “Moloch…his name is Moloch.”
Bobby moved away from Alec and headed towards a bookshelf in the corner. He quickly skimmed through the titles until he found the one he needed. His eyes flittered over the words on the yellowed pages.
“You stupid son of a bitch!”
“What?” Alec replied. He stood up and crossed the room so that he was standing next to Bobby.
“Moloch isn’t the God of Children ya idgit! He’s the God of Child Sacrifices! He’s a false deity! “
“No…it has to be wrong!”
“Alec, Moloch used to make people believe that he would give them peace and prosperity by forcing them to sacrifice their babies to him. They would place them in his arms and he would burn them alive. He feeds off the energy the child has, but then he doesn’t do a damn thing for the people.”
“D-does that mean he can’t save-“
“Yes, Alec. He was never gonna bring Matty back to ya.” Although Bobby hated what Alec did, he wasn’t heartless. He had watched the man go through his son’s illness and ultimate death. He couldn’t blame Alec. Hell, he probably would’ve done everything he could if it had been Dean or Sammy.
Alec bit his lips, nearly drawing blood. Tears silently streamed down his face, but other than, his expression was blank.
“I’m sorry Alec,” Bobby finally said. “But I need to know where ya took Sam…we can still save him.”
Alec squeezed his eyes shut and nodded quickly. “You know how to kill Moloch?”
“I know how to kill a lot of things…things you’d never even imagined to be real…”
If that statement shocked Alec, it didn’t show. “I’ll drive there. I want a piece of that bastard myself.”
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“Thank you, ranger, ” Bobby said into the large cell phone. “Please let the Winchesters know that they need to head back when they come into the station. Mr. Winchester’s youngest took a turn for the worse. John will wanna head on back.” Bobby glanced out the truck’s windows as the forest flew by. “Appreciate it.” He hung up and put the device away. He turned his attention back to the window, praying that they would make it there in time to save Sam.
“Bobby,” Alec stated softly, “I never…I didn’t want to hurt Sam. I just…I miss Matty every damn day. Nothing I do helps. I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”
Bobby wanted nothing more than to want to kill Alec for what he did, but a part of him related to what the man was going through. “You know I was married once?”
“Never knew that.”
“Was awhile back…before you all moved to town. Karen…she died. Never thought I’d get passed that either.”
“How did you?” Alec looked up hopefully at Bobby.
“Damn if it wasn’t those boys,” Bobby laughed.
“Kids will do that to ya,” Alec sighed.
“Look, all I’m sayin’ is that one day you’ll find something or someone that helps ya get through all this crap. It’s what Matty would want, Alec.”
“You think so?”
“I know Karen would’ve wanted me to.”
Alec gulped back emotions. “A-are you gonna kill me once all this is over Bobby?”
Bobby sighed and thought for a minute. A big part of him wanted nothing but to put a bullet in Alec for putting Sam in so much danger. But the other part of him knew how grief effected your actions.
“I want to…damned if I don’t want to.”
“I won’t fight ya.”
The words were too sincere to be a trick. “If Sam makes it through this alive, I ain’t gonna kill ya. Not sure what his dad is gonna do to you when he finds out though.”
“Will he even believe all this?”
“He knows all about these things too.”
“Looks like I’m the only one in the dark,” Alec said.
“You and billions of other people out there,” Bobby grumbled. “So how much longer til we get there?”
Alec put the brakes on the truck. “We’ve gotta walk in from here.”
Bobby was out of the car a second later and grabbing his gear from the truck bed. His machete was a welcomed weight in his hand. He was ready to take the bastard’s head off who had dared to hurt Sam.
The farther they walked into the woods, the hotter the air around them grew. It became unbearable; sweat started to pour off their bodies and soak their clothes. It was far hotter than it should have been, even for the summer evening.
Bobby ran into Alec when the man stopped suddenly. “What-“ Bobby started to say. But then he saw why Alec had come to such an abrupt halt in the woods.
“Oh God,” Bobby cried.
Directly in front of them lie nothing but walls of flames. They engulfed the clearing and lapped at the trees surrounding it. Some of the monstrous foliage had toppled over and fully succumbed to the fire. It looked like a scene straight out of hell. But all of that fell away when Bobby’s eyes locked onto the center of the circle of flames.
There, Moloch stood in his true form. He was massive and ugly. The fire licked at his legs, but it didn’t burn the creature at all. In fact, he seemed to relish in the feeling as it began to climb up his body.
In Moloch’s arm lay an unconscious, burned, and bloody Sam.
“We’re too late…”
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Rating/Warnings: pg-13/Violence and language
Wordcount: ~2300
A/N: I should be working on all my challenges that are due in the near future…but this idea wouldn’t leave me alone, especially after You Make my Heart Melt got a nice response.
Summary: John has planned on taking his boys out for a camping trip for some relaxation and training, since Sam now knows about the Supernatural world. However, days before the trip, Sam falls ill with the flu and stays at Bobby's so that Dean can still go on the trip he was so looking forward to. While there, Sam meets one of Bobby's customer's who has lost everything and is desperately searching for a way to get it all back. An ancient book of Bobby's and young Sam may just be what he needs...unfortunately for Sam.
“What the hell did you do?!? Where’s Sam?!?”
Flames lapped at Sam’s sweatpants covered legs, singeing the material and licking at the flesh underneath. It burned hot, making Sam’s fevered body feel ablaze itself. Tears built up in his eyes as the ash stung at them, but he refused to let them fall. He had to stay strong. It was what his dad and brother would do.
He did his best to glare Moloch down, but given his situation, he doubted it was that convincing. The laughing from the god proved Sam right.
“Little human,” Moloch sneered, “do you really think that will bother me? HAH! You are going to be fun to play with little one.”
Moloch dropped Sam to the ground. He fell hard, his hands bruising and cutting from the harsh forest floor. He grunted at the pain, but did his best not to cry out like he wanted to. He tried to curl into himself, to protect himself, but Moloch was quicker. His foot came down hard on Sam’s side and caused the boy to gasp at the force of it.
“You don’t get it do you Sam?” Moloch questioned as he reached back down to get Sam. He picked Sam up around his neck, bruising the tender flesh under his strong hands and constricting his air. “You see, you’re mine now Sammy boy...all mine now.”
“W-why?” Sam wheezed.
“Well,” Moloch sneered as he swung Sam into his arms, “you are to be a sacrifice to me little human.” His grip tightened around Sam’s smaller body. “You should feel honored…it used to be such a high honor to be sacrificed to me! But now, you petty creatures don’t feel there is a need for such things!”
“We got sm-smarter…we saw you for the fraud y-you are.”
“You little bastard!” The flames around the clearing rose higher and grew hotter. They closed in on Sam and Moloch in the middle of the circle. The god was unfazed by the burn, but Sam could feel the flames painfully licking at his legs where they dangled from Moloch’s arms.
Sam struggled against the supernatural strength holding him in place. He pushed and shoved, but to no avail. Moloch’s arms wrapped tighter around him. A hand curled up close to his face, giving Sam an out. He moved ever so slightly, making it look as if he was simple struggling like before. However, this time he turned his head towards the hand and bit down on the god’s tough skin.
“Gah!” Moloch screamed in surprise. He dropped Sam again, but this time he was more prepared for it. He still hit the ground hard, and the flames burned his right hand and leg. Despite this, he was able to push himself up to attempt to make a run for it.
The flames created a barrier between Sam and his escape. His eyes darted in every direction, looking for a hole somewhere in the seemingly endless wall of flames. He finally spotted a tree off to the side. The trunk was surrounding by flames, but he saw a way up the tree. One of the lower branches hung over the side of the clearing that had not been engulfed just yet.
Sam bolted towards the tree, picking up as much speed as his sick body would allow. Once he got closer, he leaped into the air. His hands, slick with sweat and blood, nearly slipped off the branch, but he held tight. His bare feet swung out, dripping blood from the various cuts as he tried to get his footing against the charred bark. It was hot where the flames were beginning to take hold of the trunk, yet he continued working his feet against it until he was able to reach the top of the branch and sit.
Sam took a minute to catch his breath and gulped once he realized Moloch was nowhere in sight. He knew that didn’t bode well for him. He bit back the fear, remembering that it was what his brother and dad would do in this situation.
He then slowly crawled forward, jumping towards the other branches. The flames grew higher the more he moved, but it was the only way out of the fire and the clearing. The branches to his side began to crack and crumble down into the blaze. Sam kept moving forward. He did his best to block out the sounds of everything around him. He put one hand in front of the other, sliding his aching legs along behind him. Sweat poured off his whole body.
The branch underneath Sam gave way ever so slightly. Fear and adrenaline took hold as he increased his pace. In the end, it didn’t help. The flames broke through the wood, snapping it completely. Sam’s weight was too much for it. Both the tree limb and Sam crashed straight towards the wall of fire waiting underneath.
Sam closed his eyes and braced himself for the agony he knew would soon be thrumming throughout his whole body. It engulfed his right leg first and it hit the top of the flames. He couldn’t help but cry out. However, the rest of his body never felt the same burning sensation. Instead, it felt the stiffness of arms grabbing onto him and deep mocking laughter rumbling through his head.
“
Silly little human,” Moloch taunted.
Sam opened his eyes to mere slits, expecting to see Moloch’s smirking face. Yet his eyes settled on horns and a bull like snot where Moloch’s plainly face had once been.
Sam began to shiver in the creatures arm, spurring on more laughter from the angered god.
“I’ve gotcha now, Sammy…
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“What the hell do you think you are doing Alec?!? What did you do with Sam?!?” Bobby shoved Alec back against the truck door, not even registering the grunt of pain that escaped Alec’s mouth. “What did you do to him?!?”
“I-I…didn’t…I didn’t want this, Bobby,” Alec stuttered. “I just wanted my son back.” A sob slipped out after he said the words. “I just want Matty.” The tears flowed freely at that point. He bent his head down, avoiding eye contact with Bobby.
Bobby lessened his grip on Alec slightly, but kept his hands on Alec to prevent him from fleeing. Although, it really didn’t look like Alec was going to run away from him.
“Alec,” Bobby said with less anger, “what did ya do? I need to know what ya did.”
Alec nodded in understanding.
“Good.” Bobby pushed Alec towards the house. They quickly made their way inside the living room. Bobby guided Alec to a chair and then stood in front of him. “Talk…”
Alec rubbed a hand through his hair; it shook due to his nerves. “I…well I found a book of yours back when I came in to order those parts. Your phone rang and you had to leave the office. I saw that book on your desk, and…and I read a little. It was all about the various gods and ways to summon them.”
“Alec, you didn’t…”
“I felt like my God abandoned me, Bobby. He took Matty away and I…I just wanted a way to fix it. I didn’t think it would work. I found a page on the god of children, so I summoned him. It worked…hell it actually worked. He said he’d bring my son back to me. But I had to bring him a boy Matty’s age to sacrifice. When you said Sam was nine…I’m so sorry! I just want my son.”
“Look, Alec,” Bobby paused to place his hand on Alec’s shoulder. “I’m pissed at ya for doin’ such a dumbass trick. But I get. Can’t say I wouldn’t do the same for Sam or his brother. But I need to know who you summoned.”
“You can’t stop it! If you do, Matty will still be dead!”
Bobby loomed over Alec, pressing him down into the chair painfully. He looked straight into the man’s eyes. “And if Sam dies instead…you won’t need to bring Matty back. You’ll be joinin’ him.” Alec’s eyes widened. “Now, do you wanna give me that name?”
Tears started to fall again. Alec wanted to save his son, but it didn’t look like there would be a way to do that right now. “Moloch…his name is Moloch.”
Bobby moved away from Alec and headed towards a bookshelf in the corner. He quickly skimmed through the titles until he found the one he needed. His eyes flittered over the words on the yellowed pages.
“You stupid son of a bitch!”
“What?” Alec replied. He stood up and crossed the room so that he was standing next to Bobby.
“Moloch isn’t the God of Children ya idgit! He’s the God of Child Sacrifices! He’s a false deity! “
“No…it has to be wrong!”
“Alec, Moloch used to make people believe that he would give them peace and prosperity by forcing them to sacrifice their babies to him. They would place them in his arms and he would burn them alive. He feeds off the energy the child has, but then he doesn’t do a damn thing for the people.”
“D-does that mean he can’t save-“
“Yes, Alec. He was never gonna bring Matty back to ya.” Although Bobby hated what Alec did, he wasn’t heartless. He had watched the man go through his son’s illness and ultimate death. He couldn’t blame Alec. Hell, he probably would’ve done everything he could if it had been Dean or Sammy.
Alec bit his lips, nearly drawing blood. Tears silently streamed down his face, but other than, his expression was blank.
“I’m sorry Alec,” Bobby finally said. “But I need to know where ya took Sam…we can still save him.”
Alec squeezed his eyes shut and nodded quickly. “You know how to kill Moloch?”
“I know how to kill a lot of things…things you’d never even imagined to be real…”
If that statement shocked Alec, it didn’t show. “I’ll drive there. I want a piece of that bastard myself.”
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“Thank you, ranger, ” Bobby said into the large cell phone. “Please let the Winchesters know that they need to head back when they come into the station. Mr. Winchester’s youngest took a turn for the worse. John will wanna head on back.” Bobby glanced out the truck’s windows as the forest flew by. “Appreciate it.” He hung up and put the device away. He turned his attention back to the window, praying that they would make it there in time to save Sam.
“Bobby,” Alec stated softly, “I never…I didn’t want to hurt Sam. I just…I miss Matty every damn day. Nothing I do helps. I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”
Bobby wanted nothing more than to want to kill Alec for what he did, but a part of him related to what the man was going through. “You know I was married once?”
“Never knew that.”
“Was awhile back…before you all moved to town. Karen…she died. Never thought I’d get passed that either.”
“How did you?” Alec looked up hopefully at Bobby.
“Damn if it wasn’t those boys,” Bobby laughed.
“Kids will do that to ya,” Alec sighed.
“Look, all I’m sayin’ is that one day you’ll find something or someone that helps ya get through all this crap. It’s what Matty would want, Alec.”
“You think so?”
“I know Karen would’ve wanted me to.”
Alec gulped back emotions. “A-are you gonna kill me once all this is over Bobby?”
Bobby sighed and thought for a minute. A big part of him wanted nothing but to put a bullet in Alec for putting Sam in so much danger. But the other part of him knew how grief effected your actions.
“I want to…damned if I don’t want to.”
“I won’t fight ya.”
The words were too sincere to be a trick. “If Sam makes it through this alive, I ain’t gonna kill ya. Not sure what his dad is gonna do to you when he finds out though.”
“Will he even believe all this?”
“He knows all about these things too.”
“Looks like I’m the only one in the dark,” Alec said.
“You and billions of other people out there,” Bobby grumbled. “So how much longer til we get there?”
Alec put the brakes on the truck. “We’ve gotta walk in from here.”
Bobby was out of the car a second later and grabbing his gear from the truck bed. His machete was a welcomed weight in his hand. He was ready to take the bastard’s head off who had dared to hurt Sam.
The farther they walked into the woods, the hotter the air around them grew. It became unbearable; sweat started to pour off their bodies and soak their clothes. It was far hotter than it should have been, even for the summer evening.
Bobby ran into Alec when the man stopped suddenly. “What-“ Bobby started to say. But then he saw why Alec had come to such an abrupt halt in the woods.
“Oh God,” Bobby cried.
Directly in front of them lie nothing but walls of flames. They engulfed the clearing and lapped at the trees surrounding it. Some of the monstrous foliage had toppled over and fully succumbed to the fire. It looked like a scene straight out of hell. But all of that fell away when Bobby’s eyes locked onto the center of the circle of flames.
There, Moloch stood in his true form. He was massive and ugly. The fire licked at his legs, but it didn’t burn the creature at all. In fact, he seemed to relish in the feeling as it began to climb up his body.
In Moloch’s arm lay an unconscious, burned, and bloody Sam.
“We’re too late…”
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