|Dogtags, and Rifles
Author: auragurl PM
Dean and Sam arent the only two siblings trying to save the world Matt and Sora just got pulled into the same mess as the brothers four army brats need to learn to get together or it wont be just them suffering Dean/Oc M for swearing, suggestive commentsRated: Fiction M - English - Humor/Romance - Dean W. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,897 - Reviews: 3 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 09-06-10 - Published: 08-11-10 - id: 6227983
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Disclaimer: Eric Kripke sadly this belongs to that man and through the many seasons we fans have watched in horror and grief at what abuse and pain he has put our boys through. And if any Fan girls ever met him he better had a good bodyguard, Doctor, therapist and chiropractor after we get done with him. So in the spirit of Fan girls everywhere I write this and hope I don't mess up cause I know how mean we can get.
Coughing filled the dark room followed by something being hocked up and spat in some direction and splattering on possibly a wall. A groan followed this disgusting process and a chair shifted the metal legs scraping the concrete floor.
A head lifted and the head moved around eyes covered in a blindfold. "With all the passion in the world I will rip these peoples head off" the voice was rough from lack of water and it cracked. The chair scraped again and the dog tags on the woman's wrist ringed as metal met metal.
A chuckle sounded behind her low and rougher, "tell me about it sister" the male voice wasn't too distant yet it was softer her lifted his head showing a blindfold as well, "why the hell did we take this hunt?" he asked tilting his head back to the woman.
"Cause we like a challenge" she responded twisting her hands that were currently chained behind her back on the other side of the chair they brushed against his; her bracelets tags clinking against the metal band on his own wrist. After a few more seconds of squirming he made a shushing noise for her to stop just as the basement door opened.
"Oh your away isn't that grand!" the voice sounded to goody-two shoes to be a good thing. "Well dear we cant have a sacrifice if their not awake" the male sounded just as bad, a hand settled on the woman's head and she let out a sharp snarl. "I say we give them a few moments alone dear say their last words" the male stated. "Oh that sounds lovely" the sound of retreating footsteps filled the air followed by the door slamming.
"I absolutely hate those pagan shits with every fiber of my being that fucker just touched me! God or not he's a dead son of a bitch!" The female roared struggling in her chains. Her male half chuckled as they continued twisting; a slight snap filled the air. "Hah I'm so fucking awesome" The male stood shaking his chains off. The female shook her head as he ripped his blindfold off and knelt to free her.
Seconds later she reached up yanking her own blindfold off and looking around the room with dark gray eyes flecked with slate. "Next time anything last for over a week I just say we bombed the place" the boy grunted helping her up, She nodded twisting the chain around one wrist.
The basement door opened and both froze light filtering into the room, "Feeding time Kid- What the hell!" the pagan god stopped glaring at them. Both looked at each other the same type of eyes gazed back at each other an in a second the plan was formulated.
The male lunged forward body slamming the god into the floor as the female ran forward slinging the chain around his neck and ran back to a brick support pole. Moving around it she tied it off and gave a slight sound. The boy jumped off the god and tilted his head admiring his partners work. "Nice" he grinned and she sprang forward foot out and slammed it into the Gods jaw snapping his neck.
"Epic over-kill lil sis" he chimed holding out his hand she slapped her own down on it. "Now for the bitch" she grinned. The two of them jumped onto the stairs taking nearly two at a time.
Two sets of black combat boots slammed onto the floor of the main landing. The female paused looking around her eyes open and alert as her male half looked around lazily with half lidded eyes. A crash on their left made them look at each other. "Kitchen" The boy walked forward first but the girl was the one to open the door. The sight stopped them both.
A shorter male the female's height was standing over the corpse of the female god holding an axe, "damn crazy bitch" he uttered looking at the taller male with shaggy hair next to him. The taller one rubbed some blood off his face. "JESUS CHRIST" the female shrieked yanking the door shut with a slam and startling the male. "What sis?' he asked reaching for the doorknob. "Two freaking maniacs just smoked the whore!" The boy felt his mouth fall open slightly before he reached past and yanked the door open he paused as well.
"Oh come on!" he shouted seeing the two other males look at them. He whirled around looking down the three inches at his 'sister' "I'm gonna kill something" the female rolled her eyes pushing past him. "What the hell do you think your doing" she demanded walking into the light of the Kitchen. Her very image was moderately frightening if one wasn't used to seeing blood on a woman's face
The shorter man stood straighter axe still in hand, for some reason the sight just made her blood burn. "We just saved your ass sweet heart" he stated. Her right eye twitched; "you…saved our asses...WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!" she was entirely mad now.
The boy suddenly leapt in snaking an arm around her waist, and yanked her from the kitchen shoving her into the living room, "take a breather kiddo don't strain yourself" he soothed. "NO, THAT ASS THINKS HE SAVED MY ASS! I'LL KILL HIM!" The boy chuckled looking over his shoulder, "my apologies thank you for what you did we'll be leaving now"
Dean blinked before turning his head and looking at Sam, "What the heck was that about?"
Sam shrugged giving his; I-don't-really-understand- it-myself, frown.
"Quit shoving me, Matt" the boy stopped at the edge of the parking lot and took in his sister fully for the first time in a week. Her matching eyes had dark shadows under them, and her jet black hair with the bangs parted on the right falling into her face, she wore a black v-neck t-shirt with a white phoenix on the front and low rise faded blue jeans with the knees shredded out the bottoms were frayed an fell over her boots.
To say his sister wasn't pretty…that was an utter lie, any man that had seen her on a good day usually needed a cattle prod to stop drooling. She had a slim athletic build and lean muscles. Her chest was large enough for her line of work and the way she stood? Just like him a slight erect stand more like a military professional, though she leaned to the side at times more than he did.
He smiled his crooked grin and nudged her to their hotel room, "come on Sora you have blood in your hair" he ushered her to the door and opened it and both gagged as they were hit with the stench of week old cheeseburger.
Sora wrinkled her nose, "god that's worse than your high school gym socks" she commented taking a breath before walking into the room and opening as many windows as the cheap space had before digging into her duffle bag on the floor and yanked an incense stick out lighting it.
Matt coughed, "hell I'd take the gym socks over this reek" he groaned turning the fan on.
Sora chuckled for the first time in the day and his rare and genuine smile appeared, "I call shower" the smile vanished. "OI SORA, THAT AIN'T FAIR!"
Laughter rang in his ears before the door slammed shut, Matt groaned walking to the hotels TV. Which was perch on the dresser on the back of the dresser was a large mirror. He paused looking into the mirror at himself. His hair was short-cropped the top spiking up a bit and his eyes matched Sora's he was built a little taller and just as muscled as the man from earlier that day, the one that was taller and closer to his height. Matt sighed tilting his head and stared at the small scar running fro behind his ear to the side of his neck running five inches down.
"Looking horrid are we? Did you just finish a hunt" Matt whirled around and growled, "quit doing that Gabriel!" The trickster/angel grinned from his spot laying on Sora's well made bed, before reaching into the females back pack and yanking out a bag of round lollipops "Mmm she always knows where to get the good stuff"
"Yeah and its hard back off Gabby" Sora stated from the open doorway of the bathroom a towel draped over her head as she wore a pair of black denim short shorts and a white v-neck tank top with a hood and a black devils trap on the front. Gabriel chuckled, "Matt and Sora…how ya been?"
Okay kinda shabby but I'm getting there don't worry!