The Coming – Spn fic.
Disclaimed: Yeah, yeah.
Loved: But of course.
Teotihuacan, Mexico. Three months ago.
Mmm, damn, maybe I shouldn't have drunk the water. Sam felt the wince run across his face and was glad Kitsune was facing away, and moving toward the astonishing pyramid. In three days they'd gone from Playa Del Carmen and the ruins there, to Tikal, Tiahuanaco, and Puma Puncu, before heading back up to this ancient city. This morning he would have sworn his intestines were trying to burst. But the feeling subsided quickly and he vowed to do his big brother proud and stick with beer or other bottled drinks.
I can't believe I'm actually here! This is incredible! Thanks Dean. There was no doubt that he needed the time off, or that he'd been enjoying spending time with his girlfriend, how does a guy call an ancient Japanese Demi-god a girlfriend? Man, our lives… he grinned as she chose a step just over the main entrance and stretched out in the sunshine, lounging with that same gentle and beautiful smile she seemed to hold in reserve just for him. She's so elegant… regal… how do I rate?
Sam zoomed in on her, grinning like a tourist without another care in the world and snapped the picture.
He checked the screen on the back of the camera and nodded at her, "Perfect!" then hoped she didn't notice when his smile faltered as another shaft of fire raced through his low belly. Damnit, mmm that's not good.
Bell Rock, Arizona.
"Hold on Lily, just keep breathing the ambulance will be here soon." Sharon assured, holding her new co-workers hand.
The visibly pregnant woman nodded while tears squeezed out of her eyes, "There's something wrong with my baby." She whimpered wondering what else God would see fit to rip away from her life. He'd already taken huge snatches of time, some of which seemed to swim in the feelings of a waking nightmare. She saw fire dancing on rocky walls, darkness, a snake as tall as a man, and a bloody and shredded man who she could have sworn had been hurt by her own hands. She could almost feel him inside her, and yet the only man she'd ever made love with was her husband. Almost three months ago now he too had been taken by the lord and now she was left carrying a baby she didn't know whether or not would survive to term. "Please God. I moved here for a fresh start… please God don't take my baby too." She nodded as another pain ripped through her low belly.
Inside her, the baby turned and rolled and her viscera pulled. Shredding pains cascaded up and down as if something was trying to claw her open from the inside.
Sounds came first, voices in a language he partially recognized. One filtered through above all the rest.
"Sam? Sam wake up." Small warm hands slid over his face, lips touched his, "Wake up Sam."
Colors and light came next as his eyes came open.
"What happened?" he asked as he remembered the sensation, as if a giant white hot scimitar seemed to cut right into him, stopping only at his spine. It hit so hard and so fast there'd been no way he could breathe through it or acclimate to it in any way, and so he'd dropped like a stone.
"You screamed, doubled over and passed out." Kitsune explained quietly while helping him to his feet.
The few people hovering nearby began to disperse even as another stab bent him over again, this time though he was able to breathe and to his chagrin lean on the deceptively powerful but diminutive shape shifter.
"Perhaps you should call Dean?"
Sam shook his head, "It'll pass… they say "don't drink the water" but do I listen?" he smirked wrapping his arm around her shoulders and letting her lead him back to the jeep they'd rented.
Sam raised up the shotgun, firing as soon as Dean finished flying across his line of sight. He winced as his big brother thudded hard to the floor. But at least for the moment the spirit of Aidan Tuttle had retreated.
"Dean?" He moved quickly, the shotgun across his chest, his senses wide open and on alert as he grabbed the older man by the collar of his jacket and pulled him to his feet.
"Easy dude you're chokin' me."
"Quit scarin' me man."
"Yeah well this bastard's startin' t'scare me. We burned the bones, sanctified the ground, I mean what the hell else does this son of a bitch want?"
As if in direct answer to his question the apparition of Aidan Tuttle, a ginormous bull of a man lumbered across the front room toward the cellar door. It didn't seem to even notice the two hunters as long as they weren't in his way.
"Let's go find out." Sam suggested.
Staying behind him they followed carefully into the cellar, both of them thinking that any time they wound up underground, things didn't tend to turn out very well for them.
"You thinking Mordechai Murdock or Eddy Jay?" Sam asked.
They stopped at the bottom of the stairs, looking into shelves of dust and cobweb coated preserves.
"Either option sucks." Dean breathed tightly.
One by one the ghost pushed the jars off the shelves then bent to examine the contents.
"What the hell is he looking for?" Sam asked.
"Did you see the picture of that battleaxe he was married to? She probably stuck his nuts in one of those jars." Dean shook his head.
"I am! Think about it Sammy… wouldn't you be pissed if you got saddled with some brick shithouse that looked like her? I mean shit, what if she wanted kids y'know?" Dean shuddered.
"I'm just sayin."
On the far side of the cellar Aidan Tuttle bent down, and withdrew a long, darkened something from a jar of what used to be peaches, then straightened up smiling and holding the last bit of his physical being left in the world.
"Awww…man I didn't wanna be right."
"Ooooh…" they winced looking away from Tuttle and at each other, their grimaces mirrored in each others' face. "Is that…?" Sam started.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. Looks like Lorena Bobbitt wasn't so original after all." Dean nodded.
At the periphery of their respective vision, the ghost of Aidan Tuttle exploded into a storm of ash in spite of the smile on its face.
"Glove up and grab it willya Sam, we gotta burn it."
"Like hell." Sam shook his head and reached into Dean's pocket, pulling out the can of lighter fluid and dousing the severed member quickly as Dean struck a matchbook ablaze. Sam capped the can, Dean tossed the matches, and a small fire erupted to life.
Pain furrowed Sam's brows for a split second.
"Is it just me or is it wrong that torching a dick preserved in a jar of peaches for over a hundred years really doesn't even faze me?" Dean asked, his gaze stuck on the little flaming pile.
To his left Sam shuffled backwards and folded in half, a raging agony grinding and writhing in his low abdomen, almost as if he was on fire from his own manhood up to his belly button. Sweat exploded out of him in rivers, his clothes vacuum sealed to his body and his breath caught in his throat as the agony drove him to his knees.
"Sam?" Dean asked turning. "Sam?!" he fell to the younger man's side, "What's wrong?"
All the young hunter could do was shake his head and keep gasping for breath. "Can't… breathe… Christ… hurts…" then he groaned and rolled forward hugging his knees to his chest.
Fear exploded through Dean, he never wanted to see Sam in this kind of pain or look this small again.
"What is it Sam?"
But again, all he could do was shake his head. Dean pulled his cell and tried to dial 911, but there was no signal.
"Figures, damnit…. Sammy you gotta help me out, there's no reception here, we gotta get you to the car."
Sam shook his head, "Can't," he panted barely able to look up into Dean's concerned frown, "God…" he pleaded and groaned again before his eyes bulged wide and another rend shot through him, the agony uncontainable. His pain exploded out into the cellar in a howl that raised up every one of Dean's hairs.
"Shit!" Dean cursed while his ears rang with the sound and volume of Sam's scream.
Sam grunted and groaned as Dean muscled the taller, heavier man to his feet, his arm over Dean's shoulders until he stumbled.
"I gotcha." The older man muttered ducking down and hoisting his baby brother into a far too familiar firemans' carry.
As soon as Dean's shoulder touched Sam's belly, the younger hunter screamed as the world faded out. Vision was gone, only sound remained and very little more than strange sinister whispers on the wind at that.
His breath stopped, his heart pounded and fluttered, his blood seemed to freeze in his veins and he was sure that things were starting to explode within him.
Then suddenly, the pressure was gone from his belly and he was fairly sure there was a throaty glass pack chop vibrating through him. The world threw him this way and that as Dean navigated seas of blacktop.
"Sam? Talk t'me."
"Mmm… fuck!" Sam panted. "Can't…" his hands flailed for a moment, his fingers turned the glove box open and dug until the comforting coolness of a .35 fell into the palm of his hand, "Kill it… shit… can't… pain… breathe… Dean…" he gasped desperately while checking the mag and tugging on the slide.
"Hey! Whoa! Sam!" Dean wrapped his hand around the barrel trying to tug the gun from his little brother's hand and still keep the car on the black two lane ribbon.
"No! Dean!" Sam barked then doubled over again as his cell chimed from the depths of his jacket pocket. "Please!"
"Sorry Sammy." Dean chewed his lower lip and raised his elbow. The strike was fast and clean and followed by a second one just because he knew Sam had a hard head.
Once his little brother gave up consciousness, Dean's searched his pockets pulling his phone out just as his own began to ring.
"Yeah Bobby." He answered checking Sam's missed calls then nearly sighing with relief when he realized that call too had been from Bobby. "What's up?"
"Where are you boys?"
"Heading toward the nearest hospital to Perry Missouri why?"
"Hospital? What'd you do?" Bobby asked.
"It's Sam, we were on a hunt and he just doubled over… damned near gut shot himself just a minute ago. I'm thinking maybe an appendix?"
"Mmm, I wouldn't bet on it." Bobby groaned, something in his voice warning Dean that he wasn't gonna like what he was about to hear.
"How the hell would you know?"
"Because they took his appendix out almost seven months ago, after we got him back from Lilith." Bobby reminded him, "It was shredded remember."
"So what then?" Dean asked frowning at his barely conscious little brother.
"The alert I put on the hospital in Bell Rock Arizona just pinged. The baby's coming." Bobby sighed.