Post by silent.lullaby on Oct 24, 2009 15:13:14 GMT -5
Sweeter Than Heaven [Supernatural] Hotter Than Hell (5) No Fear
On three Dean swung open the door and we both rushed out into the alleyway. I caught site of Gabriel his gun on the ground beside him, everyone turned to see Dean and I. “Gabe!” I rushed over to him and knelt next to him. He was applying pressure to a wound on the older woman. Air rushed out of my chest and I covered my mouth. “She okay?”
“Unconscious, but vitals are strong.”
I finally noticed the other man knelt at the woman’s side, “you’re Sam aren’t you?” He looked to Dean and then to me before nodding. The injured woman was older, so I took her to be Ellen, and the knock out gorgeous blonde to be her daughter, the waitress, Joanne. “Should we call an ambulance?” I asked touching the pocket my phone was in.
“No,” Joanne spoke softly, “Dean, Sam, can you help me get her back to the hotel room?”
“Yea, of course,” Dean responded walking over.
“She’ll need stiches,” Gabriel said quickly, “I can give you a hand with that.”
“All hunters know how to sew,” Joanne growled back.
“Not all hunters were going to be doctors,” I argued. “We’re all on the same team here.”
“There is no teams,” Joanne argued and Sam lifted her mother into his arms. “Thanks for scaring off that woman, but honestly, we would have been just fine with out you,” she said to Gabriel.
“Yes, you two were handling yourselves so well before I arrived,” Gabriel responded sarcastically. “Whatever, I just want to know what that thing is and we’ll leave you all be.”
“You’re a hunter?” Joanne said with a hint of amusement.
“Damn right. And we can’t stop something when we don’t know what the heck it is.”
Joanne smirked, “noob.”
“Guys, can we argue about this at the hotel, Ellen still needs stiches,” Sam spoke softly.
Joanne studied my brother, giving him a quick once over and then looked at me. She didn’t look pleased but she agreed to take us along. Joanne drove her mother’s beat up Chevy truck, Dean drove his black Chevy Impala, and I drove the Monte Carlo.
When we got into the hotel I put on a pot of coffee while Gabriel sterilized the needles and the wound. “So you were going to be a doctor?” I heard Joanne ask as I sat down in one of the chairs across from Dean.
“You caught that,” Gabriel responded threading the needle. “My parents were hunters, but they wanted... their children to have a different life. Eventually I went into school for medical sciences... obviously, it didn’t turn out to be the life I was born for.” Gabriel got to work sewing Ellen’s skin.
“What about you?” She asked turning on me, “what were you into.”
Shrugging I responded, “stuff.”
“Very specific,” she responded with a roll of her eye.
“You didn’t want us around, I feel no need to share my personal life with you. You want to explain what happened in the alleyway?”
“Carrie Smith attacked us,” my brother responded, “well the Carrie Smith look a like at least. I shot it, didn’t kill it, but it was enough to scare it off.”
“You’ll need to use iron,” Dean said as he stood up and leaned against the dresser closer to Ellen. “It’s a ghoul. Luckily, it hasn’t had anyone else’s blood lately, so it’s stuck in that form.”
“And when it gets different blood?” I asked.
“It’ll take the form of it’s latest victim.”
“I thought ghouls were legend,” I muttered.
“You guys are noobs,” Joanne said with a laugh. “Ghouls are up there with poltergeists and spirits, your parents didn’t teach you very well.”
I bit my tongue and I seen Gabriel pause in his stitching, he turned slowly to face Joanne. “Before you go talking, you should know what you’re talking about.” Gabriel stared at her with angry eyes before he turned his attention back to Ellen and put in the last few stiches. He poured some alcohol on the wound and Ellen woke with a angry scream.
Sam quickly put his hands on her shoulders, “it’s okay, you need to stay still, Gabriel here just finished stitching you up.” Ellen complied quickly, wether due to Sam’s coursing, or just pain I couldn’t tell.
Gabriel put a patch of gauze over the wound. “Finished,” he stood and faced Dean, “iron?” Dean nodded. “Good, Auddie, lets go.”
I stared at him for a moment, he was acting very un-Gabriel like. I looked to Joanne, and I knew that she had upset him greatly by bringing up the past. It wasn’t something either of us dwelled on too much. It was far to painful, and it didn’t help us to think on it, we just had to move forward or drown in the pain of the past.
Back in the Monte Carlo I took the wheel again since my brother was shaking with anger. “Where are we going?” He asked when he realized I wasn’t going back toward the B and B.
“Margaritaville,” I responded. “The ghoul was probably looking for it’s next victim in the Hair of the Dog. Tonight is Fight Night, there will be plenty of people to be victimized.”
“We don’t have many iron rounds,” he muttered.
“We have a few iron pipes which should work just fine.” I looked to him and gave a slight smile, “afraid to get some blood on your nice shirt?” He only rolled his eyes before looking out the window. I stepped on the gas, we needed to get there, and quick.
Coming down the road I seen the Carrie Smith look alike and e-braked into a parking space. Gabriel grabbed the dash to steady himself, he hadn’t been expecting my sudden drift move. He cursed a few times but I quickly climbed out of the seat and he followed quickly behind. We each grabbed an iron pipe from the back and jogged down the street.
People were sure to see us, but most of them seemed far to sloshed to remember us in the morning. Gabriel grabbed the ghoul and yanked her into the alleyway where I was waiting and took a baseball swing right to the gut and Gabriel knocked her back with a baseball swing to the forehead. We continued the brutal beating, letting out our frustrations of the night, the memories, our dark past we did our best to run from.
From head to toe, each of us were splattered in blood. I dragged the body back while Gabriel opened the dumpster. We worked silently, Gabriel grabbing the feet and I held the arms as we swung the lifeless corpse back and forth letting go on three and it landed in the dumpster. I poured on holy water, and Gabriel dumped his vile of salt on it before setting the corpse ablaze.
We left the alleyway and quickly got into the car, not wanting to be spotted and remembered. Gabriel drove. The two iron pipes in the back seat. I wondered about the other hunters we’d met. How was Ellen doing? I was certain she’d be alright, Gabriel was a good medic. How did Joanne get to be so jaded? Not that it’s hard in this life. Is Sam always so soft spoken? Or was he just worried about his friend? Did Dean always point guns first, ask questions later? Probably, we hunters are the type, I’d have done the same.
I let out a sigh of relief as we entered the B and B knowing it would be our last night here. The case of Jackie and Carrie Smith was dealt with. The ghoul was dead. I stripped to my undergarments as not to get blood on the white blankets. I threw on a t-shirt and took of my bra underneath pulling the strap of one arm and pulling my bra through the other sleeve. I crawled under the blankets and curled into the fetal position. Thinking about the other hunters, I fell to sleep.
On three Dean swung open the door and we both rushed out into the alleyway. I caught site of Gabriel his gun on the ground beside him, everyone turned to see Dean and I. “Gabe!” I rushed over to him and knelt next to him. He was applying pressure to a wound on the older woman. Air rushed out of my chest and I covered my mouth. “She okay?”
“Unconscious, but vitals are strong.”
I finally noticed the other man knelt at the woman’s side, “you’re Sam aren’t you?” He looked to Dean and then to me before nodding. The injured woman was older, so I took her to be Ellen, and the knock out gorgeous blonde to be her daughter, the waitress, Joanne. “Should we call an ambulance?” I asked touching the pocket my phone was in.
“No,” Joanne spoke softly, “Dean, Sam, can you help me get her back to the hotel room?”
“Yea, of course,” Dean responded walking over.
“She’ll need stiches,” Gabriel said quickly, “I can give you a hand with that.”
“All hunters know how to sew,” Joanne growled back.
“Not all hunters were going to be doctors,” I argued. “We’re all on the same team here.”
“There is no teams,” Joanne argued and Sam lifted her mother into his arms. “Thanks for scaring off that woman, but honestly, we would have been just fine with out you,” she said to Gabriel.
“Yes, you two were handling yourselves so well before I arrived,” Gabriel responded sarcastically. “Whatever, I just want to know what that thing is and we’ll leave you all be.”
“You’re a hunter?” Joanne said with a hint of amusement.
“Damn right. And we can’t stop something when we don’t know what the heck it is.”
Joanne smirked, “noob.”
“Guys, can we argue about this at the hotel, Ellen still needs stiches,” Sam spoke softly.
Joanne studied my brother, giving him a quick once over and then looked at me. She didn’t look pleased but she agreed to take us along. Joanne drove her mother’s beat up Chevy truck, Dean drove his black Chevy Impala, and I drove the Monte Carlo.
When we got into the hotel I put on a pot of coffee while Gabriel sterilized the needles and the wound. “So you were going to be a doctor?” I heard Joanne ask as I sat down in one of the chairs across from Dean.
“You caught that,” Gabriel responded threading the needle. “My parents were hunters, but they wanted... their children to have a different life. Eventually I went into school for medical sciences... obviously, it didn’t turn out to be the life I was born for.” Gabriel got to work sewing Ellen’s skin.
“What about you?” She asked turning on me, “what were you into.”
Shrugging I responded, “stuff.”
“Very specific,” she responded with a roll of her eye.
“You didn’t want us around, I feel no need to share my personal life with you. You want to explain what happened in the alleyway?”
“Carrie Smith attacked us,” my brother responded, “well the Carrie Smith look a like at least. I shot it, didn’t kill it, but it was enough to scare it off.”
“You’ll need to use iron,” Dean said as he stood up and leaned against the dresser closer to Ellen. “It’s a ghoul. Luckily, it hasn’t had anyone else’s blood lately, so it’s stuck in that form.”
“And when it gets different blood?” I asked.
“It’ll take the form of it’s latest victim.”
“I thought ghouls were legend,” I muttered.
“You guys are noobs,” Joanne said with a laugh. “Ghouls are up there with poltergeists and spirits, your parents didn’t teach you very well.”
I bit my tongue and I seen Gabriel pause in his stitching, he turned slowly to face Joanne. “Before you go talking, you should know what you’re talking about.” Gabriel stared at her with angry eyes before he turned his attention back to Ellen and put in the last few stiches. He poured some alcohol on the wound and Ellen woke with a angry scream.
Sam quickly put his hands on her shoulders, “it’s okay, you need to stay still, Gabriel here just finished stitching you up.” Ellen complied quickly, wether due to Sam’s coursing, or just pain I couldn’t tell.
Gabriel put a patch of gauze over the wound. “Finished,” he stood and faced Dean, “iron?” Dean nodded. “Good, Auddie, lets go.”
I stared at him for a moment, he was acting very un-Gabriel like. I looked to Joanne, and I knew that she had upset him greatly by bringing up the past. It wasn’t something either of us dwelled on too much. It was far to painful, and it didn’t help us to think on it, we just had to move forward or drown in the pain of the past.
Back in the Monte Carlo I took the wheel again since my brother was shaking with anger. “Where are we going?” He asked when he realized I wasn’t going back toward the B and B.
“Margaritaville,” I responded. “The ghoul was probably looking for it’s next victim in the Hair of the Dog. Tonight is Fight Night, there will be plenty of people to be victimized.”
“We don’t have many iron rounds,” he muttered.
“We have a few iron pipes which should work just fine.” I looked to him and gave a slight smile, “afraid to get some blood on your nice shirt?” He only rolled his eyes before looking out the window. I stepped on the gas, we needed to get there, and quick.
Coming down the road I seen the Carrie Smith look alike and e-braked into a parking space. Gabriel grabbed the dash to steady himself, he hadn’t been expecting my sudden drift move. He cursed a few times but I quickly climbed out of the seat and he followed quickly behind. We each grabbed an iron pipe from the back and jogged down the street.
People were sure to see us, but most of them seemed far to sloshed to remember us in the morning. Gabriel grabbed the ghoul and yanked her into the alleyway where I was waiting and took a baseball swing right to the gut and Gabriel knocked her back with a baseball swing to the forehead. We continued the brutal beating, letting out our frustrations of the night, the memories, our dark past we did our best to run from.
From head to toe, each of us were splattered in blood. I dragged the body back while Gabriel opened the dumpster. We worked silently, Gabriel grabbing the feet and I held the arms as we swung the lifeless corpse back and forth letting go on three and it landed in the dumpster. I poured on holy water, and Gabriel dumped his vile of salt on it before setting the corpse ablaze.
We left the alleyway and quickly got into the car, not wanting to be spotted and remembered. Gabriel drove. The two iron pipes in the back seat. I wondered about the other hunters we’d met. How was Ellen doing? I was certain she’d be alright, Gabriel was a good medic. How did Joanne get to be so jaded? Not that it’s hard in this life. Is Sam always so soft spoken? Or was he just worried about his friend? Did Dean always point guns first, ask questions later? Probably, we hunters are the type, I’d have done the same.
I let out a sigh of relief as we entered the B and B knowing it would be our last night here. The case of Jackie and Carrie Smith was dealt with. The ghoul was dead. I stripped to my undergarments as not to get blood on the white blankets. I threw on a t-shirt and took of my bra underneath pulling the strap of one arm and pulling my bra through the other sleeve. I crawled under the blankets and curled into the fetal position. Thinking about the other hunters, I fell to sleep.