We're not calling it Babe 14/?
Chapter 14
Meadowsweet. It all clicked into place now.
Dean was tempted to just flop back and stay on the floor for the time being. Pagan gods were some evil sons of bitches. But killing them was hands on. A smile crept on his lips.
Dean remembered those pagan gods who had snacked on humans and called it a sacrifice. Back then the meadowsweet had been hidden in Christmas wreaths and by hanging them up innocent people had marked themselves as targets.
Now you had to win a giant teddy bear stuffed with weed to get that honor but basically it was the same old shtick.
"But teddy bears?" Dean shook his head. Still propped up on one elbow he watched Mac storing the pieces of said teddy bear in the corner. The teddy's head was easily tree htimes the size of the pig dragging it around. "Seriously?"
"You have to admit, it is creative." Sam held out a hand to help him up but before Dean could grab it, Mac was back. He knocked his head into Dean's chest, toppling him over. Lying on his back Dean blinked in surprise at the twitching snout only inches from his face while four tiny feet dug into his ribs.
If a pig could look angry, it was this expression. Mac made angry little noises as well and Dean had no doubt that he was scolded.
"You don't like meadowsweet, don't you?" Dean lifted his hand to scratch Mac behind the ear and the pig used the chance to rub his head and half his body against Dean's hand and forearm.
But he didn't seem satisfied with that. With a huff he dropped down and started rolling and twisting on Dean's chest, legs kicking in the air. Dean had to cage him with his arms or Mac would have rolled right off him.
"I'm not a puddle of mud you can wallow in." He muttered and threw a helpless glance at his brother. "What is he doing?"
"I think he doesn't like how you smell." Sam offered. At least he tried to keep the grin tucking at this lips off his face.
Right, Mac had done the same with Sam after he'd only poked one of the bears. Dean had basically cuddled with the damn thing, no wonder Mac went nuts with the scenting.
Lying on his back with his arms awkwardly raised to prevent the pig from hurting himself by falling off, Dean let Mac rub himself all over him. Because that was what this was about, overlaying the smell of meadowsweet with his own pig scent. Dean wasn't sure if he prefered smelling like a pig over the sweet aroma of meadowsweet but Mac was determined so he let him do whatever he wanted.
At least Sam was smart enough to not poke the teddy while Dean and Mac were busy. Mac would probably kill the stupid human himself if Sam got near that thing with a ten foot pole.
Instead Sam did the smart thing and pulled out his laptop to start with the research.
They knew now that there was at least one pagan god behind this but they still had no idea who it might be. Dean doubted that they had met this mysterious woman so it would probably come down to playing bait and let her come to them. He had won the teddy and had deemed himself worthy so that bitch should show up tonight.
He only hoped that the teddy was smelly enough on its own because he highly doubted that Mac would let him touch that thing again.
After a few minutes of Mac using him as his personal snuggle pillow, by now Dean had pig snot on his throat and Sam some pictures on his phone Dean needed to delete later, Mac came to a stand on his chest again. The huff he let out could only be described as frustrated.
"You done?" Dean lifted his head to look him in the eye. The floor wasn't exactly comfortable but if it made Mac happy to scent him like this, he would lie here for the next hour. Spared him the research if nothing else.
Mac didn't answer.
Instead he peed on Dean.
It took Dean a second to realize what the warm liquid splashing on his chest was. It ran down his sides, leaving him in a puddle.
"Shit." With one arm he swept Mac off his chest, who tumbled to the floor with a squeak of protest, and then hurried to get to his feet. The change of position caused the pee to change direction too, it was now running down his belly, soaking the waistband of his jeans.
How much pee could come out of a pig this small?
Cursing he tried to brush it off with his hands which only helped to spread it farther and now he had pig pee on his hands. Awesome.
Sam was screaming with laughter.
Could someone suffocate from laughing too hard? Dean had the feeling he was about to find out.
"Don't wet yourself over there." Dean glared at Sam but it only made him laugh harder. The way Sam crossed his ankles it was a real possibility that he would pee himself. "I need a shower."
With as much dignity as he could muster Dean walked stiffly over to the bathroom. He glared at Mac who looked very pleased with himself but stood firmly between him and the mauled teddy in the corner.
The last thing he heard before he closed the bathroom door was a loud thud. Dean hoped that Sam had at least broken his tail bone falling off the chair, would serve him right, but the way he was laughing even harder, no such luck.
Dean peeled himself out of the soiled clothes and stepped under the hot spray of the shower. At least the water was hot and the pressure just awesome.
He scrubbed himself thoroughly to get rid of the last traces of pig body fluids but also to wash off what was left of the meadowsweet smell.
When he was done he left his clothes in the tub to soak and then headed out with only a towel around his waist to find something fresh to wear.
Sam was back at working on his laptop but there was a fresh set of clothes waiting for him on his bed. With a pig sitting on top of it.
"Sorry, he insisted." Sam didn't even look up from the screen but the way his shoulders were shaking it wasn't because he was engrossed in what he was reading. "So far he hasn't peed on it."
Sam wanted to say more but he had to bite the insides of his cheeks to keep himself from bursting out in laughter again. Dean was highly tempted to ask him if he knew somebody named Biggus Dickus but he really didn't want a new round of laughter with him as the bottom of the joke.
He just wanted his dignity back which meant clothes.
"Hope you didn't fart on this." Dean muttered to Mac who at least stepped off his clothes when he reached for them. Behind him Sam lost it again.
"Anything on our pagan god?" Dean asked when he returned from the bathroom fully clothed, determined to never mention the pee incident ever again. By now Sam seemed to have himself under control again.
"Not much." Sam had to admit. "There are hundreds of pagan gods we know of and millions that were lost over time. Remember those Christmas couple we ran into?"
Dean nodded, he would never forget that Christmas.
"They said that they had been worshiped by millions and had hundreds of sacrifices every year. But history has completely forgotten them." Sam sounded almost sad. "I doubt we'll find more of our goddess than that she likes marksmen for dinner."
"We don't need to know her name. We know where she's going to be tonight and we know how to kill her." Dean grabbed his keys and jiggled them. "And we have some evergreen stakes in the trunk."
Sam chewed his bottom lip as if he wasn't convinced but Dean just turned his back on him and went to get the stakes. Sam wasn't happy if he didn't know what their monster had for breakfast or what its favorite color was. He needed to know, to understand.
For Dean it had always been enough to know how to kill it.
So far all the victims had been attacked in bed at night so Sam had more than enough time to hunt down more information on the internet while Dean made sure that the stakes were actually pointy enough to be of use later.
The headless teddy lay in the corner but every time one of them came even close to that thing, Mac was standing guard over it.
While the humans were occupied with their individual tasks, Mac kept himself busy with scent marking them. There was no other word for what he was doing. He rubbed himself at their shins and most of the time he was in somebody's lap, getting patted and scratched, and for a while he slept on the bed with his body firmly pressed against Dean's lower back.
Dean didn't mention it, but having Mac close like this did help him to stay focused. With the anticipation of the hunt the Mark was buzzing louder under his skin but Mac seemed to sooth that with just being there.
They ordered Chinese for dinner and when somebody knocked at their door not much later, Dean expected to find a very quick delivery boy outside. Instead there stood a young boy on the porch.
"Brian?" Dean recognized the kid. Melissa's nephew who had seen through Mac's glamor. "Did something happen?"
For a second the boy fiddled with the hem of his shirt and he looked like he was seconds from bolting.
"Nothing happened." He mumbled, gaze firmly on the tips of his shoes.
"Okay." Dean said, waiting for the boy to say something. "Do you want to come in?" He stepped aside to let the boy in.
The patter of tiny feet came up behind him and a second later Mac was in the boy's arms.
Dean exchanged a glance with his brother but the way Sam shrugged, this was Dean's job. He had always been better with kids.
"He really is a pig." Brian said in awe.
"What did he look like earlier?" Dean asked. To him and Sam Mac always looked like a pig so it was interesting to hear what Brain had seen. It could be useful in the future. And it gave Brian something to talk about.
"Like a puppy." Brain scratched Mac behind the ear who closed his eyes in pleasure. "But there was something underneath. Like two pictures on top of each other." He shrugged as if he wasn't sure how to put it in words.
"And now?" Dean prompted.
"Now he's just a pig." Brian hugged Mac closer.
Dean offered him the second chair at the table which the boy took with a shy glance at Sam also sitting at the table.
"How did you even find us?" Dean asked.
"Luck." Brian shrugged. "The school bus comes along this street and I saw your car in the parking lot."
Luck. Dean threw a glance at Mac who didn't even bother to open his eyes.
"Okay." Dean sat down on the end of his bed and clasped his hands together to keep them still. "Why are you here?"
"I know this sounds stupid, nobody believes me anyway, but you have Mac so maybe you will believe me." Brian's hand stilled but for once Mac didn't protest. "Sometimes … I have those dreams." He broke off, red creeping into his cheeks.
"And sometimes they come true?" Sam offered gently. Brian nodded without meeting his eye.
"Brian." Dean kept his voice low while suddenly all he wanted to do was to shake answers out of the boy. He rubbed his hand over his face and a wave of Mac's scent hit his nose. Instantly the urge was gone. "What was your dream about?"
Chapter 15
Masterpost