Amaranth Ch2
Amaranth Ch. 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any character there in.
Rating: 17 and up
Summary: Dean and Sam are once again sacrifices, to somthing supernatural. This time a Goddess! But what happens when this Goddess has somthing else in mind than a simple sacrifice?
Author notes: This story was inspired by Zannes "Pagan Gods Verse", the link is here, http://zannes.livejournal.com/25210.html. Warning, to read past chapter 4 or 5 you must ask Zannes to befreind you. But trust me it is Soooooooo Worth It!!!!!
Warning: No wincest. But there may be some compromising moments!
Accompaning song: "Amaranth" ~ Nightwish http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdZn7k5rZLQ
Special Note: No Latin translation for autumn so I put down harvest' meaning in its place, closest meaning I could find.
First Chapter: http://saintsghost.livejournal.com/5204.html
CH 2. The Birth Of Ver And Messor
Sam woke up to the sound of Dean's voice calling him, "Sammy? That you? You sound like shit."
He answered back in a small moan "Yeah", he replied his throat felt raw, “You sound like shit too."
"Thanks." Dean chuckled, "Can you move?"
He felt like he had a cuncussion or one of those psychic headaches he used to get before they'd offed the yellow eyed demon. He knew they'd been captured when he'd tryed to move, and found himself bound arm's above him and the rest of him tied to what could only be a pole.
“Nope"
“Great.", His brother grumbled.
Sam let his eyes roam over his surroundings they were surronded by a circular fire, and noting in a sick realization that more than likely Dean and him were about to become some gods version of human shish kabobs.
Sam had to mentaly smack himself for that reference, his brother was begining to become a rather bad influence on him. Their current situation for instance being number one. Why the HELL did he let Dean convice him into his half assed plan to sneak into town.? He should have known it was going to end blowing up in there faces, because lets face it, since WHEN hasn't something gone wrong in one of Deans plans? Albeit sometimes they turned out great, but did he REALLY want to play russian roulette with his life? No.
And yet he went along with it anyway. He blamed it on exhaustion. It had been a long few days of research and faulty interveiws, he was tired and he just wanted this case over so they could head over to Bobby's and check out some more books that might lead to a soultion to get his idiot brother out of his Hell deal with a demon.
He groaned, resting his aching head against the post behind him. His damn brother and his stupid plans.
"Sam?" Dean called pulling him from his thoughts
"Yeah"
“How many times now do you think we've been used as sacrifices?", his brother mused.
Sam thougt for a moment, they really HAD been sacrificed quite a few times, well almost sacrificed. He chuckled , “More than I feel like counting?"
“Figured as much."
Suddenly Sam saw a woman enter the though the circle of fire, litteraly THROUGH the fire. Which meant either he was hallucinating or that must be the goddess the town was worshiping. She was more beautiful than anything Sam had ever seen. Her red hair danced in the wind over her bare flesh that was pale as milk. Her face was nearly angelic. But her eyes were dark and predatory. Decieving what could have been an almost ambivilent being.
She walked around them, examining he quarry. The small smile that crept along he ruby lips made it clear that she liked what she saw.
"I must say you two must be some of the most handsome offerings I've ever had. I bet you'll both be tasty.”, She said adressing his brother. Her voice melodic, like bells.
That made Sam gulp. Oh man, he known that the sacrificed victims had never been seen again. But he had hoped that meant at least a sliced throat or somthing and a mass grave at least. Not beacuse there had been nothing left, due to being eaten. They really needed to get out of here!
"I wouldn’t say that. I bet my brother back there'll give you gas. And being such a lady of your figure, he'd most likely go straight to your hips!”
Great, Dean was trying to save him by insulting him, and coming off as curtious too the evil goddess.
"Awwww, that’s nice. It’s trying to stall." she giggled. "And what would happen if I ate you, I wonder?"
"Sorry but I think I'm a bit to spicy for such a sweet bitch as you", his brother replied, Sam didn't need to see Dean, you could practically hear the smirk on his face.
Great now he's instulting, the goddess, Sam thought. Awsome move Dean, maybe she'll just make you extra crispy, instead of just chargrilled.
Thankfully this goddess must have liked a sense of humor, as she laughed heartily. Other nasties like her were not always so vibrant.
"Ooooh, I have waited sooooo long for an offering as lively as you."
Wow. How his brother can make an impression.
They were quiet for a few minutes, Sam could hear the quickening of Deans breath and a soft rustle as he tired to move, assumingly away from the goddess. The air surrounding him was becoming extremly heated a new scent entering the air smelling like a flower garden or woods. Or both. He felt himself becoming extremly aroused the more he breathed in the scent. Which could only mean one thing, that it was coming from the goddess. The smell was probvably some sort of aphrodisiac her body gives of when she wants to feed, and entices her victims into some sort of aroused, lethargic, posssibly suggestive state. Which meant, death by pleasure.
In that case, with Dean's libido, he was freakin a gonner. And if his brothers haggard breathing was any indication, he was well on his way to being belly side up.
"And what is your name? Hmmmm, sweetheart?", the goddess addressed Dean.
His brother seemed to stuggle to answer, more than likely as Sam had guessed, becuase he was trying to fight the the compulsion to obey her.
Finnaly he managed to stutter out ," Fuck you bitch", his breathe coming in heaves and gulps.
"Oh I will.", she purred, “In time." she chuckled, "In time, I most certainly will. Dean."
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As the goddes rounded the tree Sam felt an increase in the scent of flowers an wood, his body responding till it was almost painfull. He tried his bonds again but apparently a few mintues hadn't detered the strength of the ropes.
She walked up to him until her body was pressing front to front with his. She leaned in, her cheek brushing against his, till her face reached the crook of his neck. She inhaled deeply, " Mmmmm", she sighed apparently pleased. "Sam. Might I say you smell quite exquisite."she crooned backing away to stand in front of him.
"You and your older brother are quite delectible", she said, her smile almost like that of a sharks, " I would enjoy both your company were I able." and sighed.
"If you were able?" Sam asked, voice sounding strained, his breath heated in lust.
What does she mean by that? He wondered. How would she not be able to? Didn't she have them captured for just that sort of purpose? Sam didn't know why, but somthing in his gut was telling him somthing was terribly, terribly wrong. Not that being strung up on a pole for what appears to be a sex hungery goddess, isn't a bad enough situation. But, something was off.
"Indeed.", she smiled, the glint in here eyes shifting, like a deer's in the headlight's of a passing car. "As delightful as you two would be as offerings, there is a far more dire need that must be adressed. The balance has been severed. Either fools like you, or idiocy on their part, drew two seasons to their deaths, which, i am not sure. A loss, but not one that can't be regained. I can not alow the seasons to churn in chaos. There must be four to maintain the balance. From what I see, the two of you are more than perfect to ease this plight, and give the seasons calm."
Sam gulped, that terrible feeling now justified.
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The goddess obsereved the two humans. They were brothers, hunters, and of good appearance. Her people had choosen well. These two would serve the seasons well, but she was sure she would have to tame them. If the smaller rambunctious blonde was anything to go by, but as one of the four Mother Terras, she as her sisters would be more than capable of such a thing.
Glancing up to the dark and star filled sky, she observed as the moon reached midsky, the time for new seasons to be born was right.
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Dean was pissed. He felt drunk, his gaze was bluring in and out of focus, and his lower half painfully driving him mad. The last of which made him extra pissed. But hearing what the goddess spoke when she turned around the corner to give Sammy a little of the special treatment, he knew Sam and his lives were drawing to a close
But no matter how much he struggled nothing worked. Not that he could really try that hard anymore though. As that sweet floral woody sent filled his senses even more flooding his being with warmth an need, his mind blanking of nothing but feeling all he could do was watch and wait and pray.
The goddess turned around and walked up to the circle of flame surrounding them. She touched the flame, seemingly unaffected, and stepped back as a the flames dispersed to create a door like opening in the blaze. Two normal looking people came in, as the flame behind them closed off. One was abplump 50-ish looking man with greying black hair, holding a large burlap bag . The other a young maybe eighteen years-old skinny blonde girl carrying a large wooden crate. They set the items they were carrying down about ten feet from where Dean and Sam were tied captive.
The man picked up the burlap sack and began chanting in some odd language, pouring a strange ashy looking rocks reminiscent of rock salt into an intricat looking design circling around the pole where the brothers Winchester hung.
Then Taking a pair of scissors cut off there each of there clothes. In which both on any normal day the brothers would have objected to if they were not so drugged out on the effect the presence of the Goddess had on them. The man went over to the crate the girl had brought and took out a jar. He opened it and with a a sponge began to apply its oily substance over every part of each Winchesters bodies.
The girl took a knife, the carvings on it more than likely cerimonial, a bowl in her other hand from the crate and stepped up to Dean. She raised the knife to Dean's left shoulder and sliced into it till the blood flowed freely (and didn't that hurt like a bitch), filling up the small bowl. Setting that down she picked up a tiny jar pulled out a greenish gritty salve and applied it to the wound which seemed to quell the blood flow. She repeated these actions with Sam.
Then taking several jars from the wooden crate. She began to add seveal powders into the bowls while chanting in the same odd language as the elder man had. Picking up two bowls filled with the brothers blood she kneeled and presented them to the Goddess.
Taking each one at a time the Goddess raised them to the sky, to the moon perhaps, and spoke:
Cruor de alius
Blood from another
and drank each of there contents. Then handing each one back to the girl she took the cerimonial knife and cut her wrist.
Cruor de mei
Blood from mine
Next she went to Dean grabbed hold of his head took her wrist to her mouth sucking on the blood, letting it fill her mouth and followed by kissing his lips deeply letting her tounge sink in parting his lips and allowing the blood in her mouth to flow into his. Dean though drugged by her presence gave some fight against this intrusion as the metalic taste hit his tounge but the pressue she kept locking there lips together gave him no chance to spit out the invading liquid, and as more and more flowed in iit became apparent if he did not swallow he would choke. He swallowed.
The Goddess pulled away smiling at Dean. She then carried onto Sam who followed the same routine his brother had but gave in just the same.
una ut unus
together as one
Finnally The Older man handed the Goddess a debranched tree limb he had lighted from the circling fire.
The Goddess spoke:
vacuus uterus
without womb
liberi EGO patesco
children I bare
She lit the ornate circle of symbols the old man had made earlier.
liberi de Terra quod Aer
children from earth and air
Suddenly the night sky that had been so clear showing off the beautiful and bright full moon was gone in its place darkeng clouds.
Tempestas quod Messor
storm and harvest
Thunder rolled. The sky lit up as lightning crashed. The wind picked up gusting .The sound of the trees bashing against one another.
Vita quod Nex
life and death
The fire burned on reaching the brothers Winchester, engulfing them in the flames thier forms indistinguishble in the blaze.
EGO redimio vos ut vestri vis ex vestri dico
I bind you to your natures from your call
A storm was raging now, rain began to pour in droves, exstinguishing the circle of flame surrounding the goddess, and the flames engufing the Winchesters.
utriusque par quod adversus
both equal and opposite
If the brothers had been concious and had there been any there who had not been privy to this ritual, they would have gasped. As the rain poured down and the flames died both Dean and Sam who beyond all reason should have been burned husks of flesh, skeletons, and ash, were laying in remains and ash of the ritual immacculatey unharmed.
EGO tribuo vos exspectata cruor ex mei liberi ex Ver quod Messor
I give you welcome blood from mine children from spring and autumn
TBC..
CH.3 The Dawn Begins
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