High Noon – SN fic – chpt 1
High Noon – SN fic – chpt 1.
Love? yet another eyeroll
"Enki!" Dean called feeling a faint burr in his throat.
"What're you calling him for? It belongs to Tiamat…" Sam asked.
"You're the one who said it… Enki was a peacemaker between the Gods or between Gods and men right?..."
"You're going to ask a God to broker a deal?" Sam asked dismayed by his brother's sheer audacity.
"You catch on fast Sammy…" Dean smirked.
The fiery looking orange mist that had so recently tried to roast his brother from the inside turned its attention to Sam as he slid the bell of Babel gingerly from his pocket and held it in his outstretched hand until a tendril of orange wrapped around it.
The bronze began to glow white hot as it hovered before the brothers. The orange tendril split into two, unwrapping the metal until it lay flat. The ancient Hebrew inscribing on its side melted in the searing heat of the Goddess's fire, replaced by the first language, that of the Gods which once again became visible on the tablet's surface.
... I'm sorry, please forgive me... please, but I need more time! he choked squeezing the head between his fingertips, until the seal over his wound was compromised.
Breath held in his throat, his right arm moved up and down, twisting holding, begging and slowly the nail began to move out of his left hand and the wall behind it.
He pulled his big brother up against his chest and wrapped his arms around him, letting the tears come as he rocked him back and forth, "I'm sorry Dean... Please man, please don't you die on me!..." I couldn't protect you but so help me God I'm going to save you Dean...
"You listen to me..." Shep poked his finger against Henrickson's chest. "You're done! Period! S.A. Victor Henrickson's OUT OF THIS as of NOW..." Shep leaned in, his anger almost tangible, "You got ONE mission, ONE job in this war..."
He looked the Federal Agent right in the eye, "Your job, is to let those boys and even that girl do THEIR job... do you understand me?"
"Dean?" Sam muttered still fighting to come fully awake, "How's m'brother?" he asked, "Does he have his arm?"
Dr. Fitzgerald nodded, "He's going to be very fragile for a very long time, I had to excise a lot of bone... if I didn't get it all, the fact is there won't be much left to save anyway,"
"All that blood, all that living energy, she just poured it out didn't she? And she's gonna do the same thing here today," Dean ventured his guess.
Sam nodded, "It'll kill her, it has to, it's part of the plan," he sighed.
Dean nodded understanding the idea but still stinging, "Why didn't she want me to know until it was done?"
Sam's twisted sad smile spoke volumes, "She said she didn't want you to feel obligated."
Mercy Abbott smiled hugely and checked her make up, "Dean..." she breathed
"Hey! I know that voice..." Dean's voice carried his smile from the kitchen as he and Sam came shambling into the living room.
With her arm around him, she frowned, stepped back and took hold of the bottom of his shirt, "What the hell's going on under there?" she asked starting to lift it up.
"Hey... hey... whoa..." Dean turned out of her reach.
"Alright, alright... geez, s'not like I haven't seen it before... " she smirked.
As the line of hunters looked on, Gary, Jack, Tamara, Ellen, Jo, and Mercy, the diminutive warriors of the sidhe realm made their presence known.
"I can't," Dean choked shaking his head while Laura angled the blade into her vein.
Sam stepped forward, clamping their hands together with his own as she pierced the vessel letting her own blood flow, a willing sacrifice to protect the hunters gathered.
"Come back to me..." Dean said, not caring who might hear.
"If I can..." Laura nodded.
"Even if you can't..." he whispered, raising the vial to her lips.
He tilted the bitter brew down her throat and sat on his heels with the woman held against his chest as her last breath slipped from her lungs and her heart ceased its beat.
"Why?" Dean asked in their last few moments together.
"Because I can't live and never be near you. I can't live and know that it's only a matter of time before I bring harm to you or Sam... I'd rather die than to let that happen..." she breathed pressing her face to his neck, her arms clasping him to her while his lips captured hers for what they both knew may well be the last time.
Mercy looked back to her uncle, "He had a thing for her?" she motioned to the corpse on the sofa, "She's firewood..."
Bobby scowled, "...This place is safer than any other on earth right now," he hitched his thumb toward the living room, "Thanks to that bit of 'firewood' out there!"
"Do you know how to kill them?" Dean asked.
"I don't, but some of the others might," the demon admitted.
Dean slid the cell phone into the male hosts' jacket pocket.
"Don't call us, we'll call you. You've got forty eight hours to spread the word and have an answer," Sam nodded as Dean cut the ropes binding its body.
"Esther?" he asked, "This is Sam Edwards... You help me out a couple years back with some bronze Babylonian Cylinders...I was wondering if you might be willing to roll them and ship the pressings to me..."
"Shep..." he grunted, "Tiamat... she holds the cards... well the tablets,"
"...looks to be about a mile in circumference," Chris offered, "almost like some kind of a bomb crater."
"Yeah well, no natural fire is gonna burn hot enough to do this..."
Beneath their feet the earth shifted, their eyes followed the emerging figure to its full height of more than twelve feet at the very tops of the obsidian head dress.
Its central face, replete with inward curved, glistening serpentine fangs split into a wide grin, followed almost immediately by the other two faces, one on either side of its head.
From its back, a pair of black multilayered wings stretched out shaking ash from between the layers of its heavy looking feathers.
Hands with segmented talons closed around their waists, the ranger gazed in mute horror as the hand holding his friend squeezed, forcing jets of blood and intestine out through his mouth as he twitched and gurgled in its grip.
"Oh God..." were the last words Chris Petrelli spoke as the central mouth grinned wider, each of the creature's three eyes lit with fire as that jaw dropped open and those curved needle teeth clamped easily through his neck, severing his head.
Sam's back arched high as he reached for his brother, "DEAN! God... Dean! Help me!" he cried gazing at his brother through oily yellow eyes.
"Get out of my brother you yellow eyed son of a bitch! I KILLED YOU!" Dean hissed through clenched teeth. "Sam, you don't need his protection anymore! You don't... you have to PUSH it out!"
"...YOU"RE the one we don't need anymore!" The last bit of Azazel within Sam sneered as Dean shot across the room and through the window landing somewhere outside with a frighteningly final sounding 'whump'.
"Dean..." Sam winced before his face softened.
Out in Bobby's foreyard, bowing over Dean's dying body Mercy didn't see the pink of copper light burst through to overtake the green, but the others did.
"My king..." Dean sighed with a faint smile before his eyes closed and his head fell to the side
COMING SUNDAY… 3-30-08
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