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CHAPTER 23

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With his feet yanked backwards from under him, the rest of Dean fell forwards. He automatically put his hands out to save himself, the landing jarring both wrists painfully. He didn't have long to dwell on it however, as the nymph maintaining her triumphant hold on his ankles began to drag him across the grass, her intent clearly being to haul Dean into the water, with herself and her siblings for company. Dean began a desperate attempt to free himself from the creature's hold, kicking and thrashing his legs whilst clawing at the grass with his hands, trying to dig his fingers into the earth and anchor himself.

"Sammy! Help! Leggo! Gerrof me you freaky fish faced bitch...Saaaam!"

Sam strode quickly over to Dean, who felt a wave of pure relief at having managed, at last, to break the Naiad's thrall and get through to his brother. His relief, however, was proven to be misplaced. Standing in front of his struggling brother Sam pulled back his leg, and kicked Dean forcefully in his face with the underside of his heel. Dean grunted as his head snapped backwards. Barefoot or not, Sam kicked like a mule. Even half dazed from the blow, Dean was still able to recognise a potential lifeline when he saw one. Before Sam could either step away or kick him again, Dean threw both his arms around Sam's calf, enfolding it in a tight embrace. Feeling some resistance, the nymph hauling on Dean's ankles began to tug harder. At the same moment, Sam attempted to shake the intruder off of his leg. The limpet that was Dean was having none of it, clamping onto Sam's leg all the harder, despite being jolted and bumped around by Sam's increasingly irritated attempts at dislodging him.

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From behind Dean a high pitched, head splitting, screech filled the air; and a second pair of hands grabbed and twisted themselves into the fabric of Dean's jeans- Reinforcements? No fair!- Between them, and helped along by Sam hopping closer to the pool with Dean still clinging to his leg, the two nymphs managed to drag the lower half of Dean's legs into the water. Dean's situation got worse when his brother began pounding Dean around the head with his fist. Blow after blow rained down on him and Dean felt himself slip further into the cool of the water. Dean really wasn't sure how much longer he could tolerate this level of punishment and still keep his hold around his brother's leg. The youngest Naiad had been holding back, letting her elders claim the prize. Finally though, she couldn't hang back any longer, it was time for her to join her sisters.

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Throwing the upper half of her body onto the banking, she reached out and entwined her hand in the collar and neckline of Dean's jacket and tee. Gripping them firmly, the youngest Naiad pulled on them determinedly. Dean only saw one way of escaping being choked. He would have to let go of Sam's leg, then shrug himself out of his own jacket. Dean decided that no way was he about to let go of Sam's leg, which left the likelihood of strangulation by the angry Nymph as a distinct possibility. The pressure on his windpipe increased to a dangerous level and Dean was left with no alternative. Taking one arm from around Sam's leg, he tore desperately at the neck of his tee to try to loosen it, very aware that he was now up to his waist in water. Sam stopped hitting Dean around the head the instant Dean let go with one arm, and turned his focus instead towards the task of prising away the remaining arm that still hung on around his calf. With the nymphs steadily tugging him further into the pool whilst screeching at a pitch that was painful to his ears, and Sam apparently more than willing to break Dean's arm to get him off, Dean had to make a decision. He felt dizzy and dazed, he was struggling to breathe, and he had was virtually at the end of his reserves of strength. Still grasping the neck of his tee, Dean resorted to quiet mutterings, his face screwed up in concentration whilst he did his best to hang on, both figurally and literally.

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A set of long, sharp nails raked down the side of Dean's face, and suddenly he had nothing left, he was done. His arm dropped limply away from Sam's leg and his head hit the ground. The Naiad immediately pulled him, face down, fully into the pool and, between them, they swiftly towed him to where the deeper waters began. Sam watched despairingly from the grassy bank, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of the blue eyed nymph swimming further away from him, one hand resting on Dean's back.

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Sam's heartbreak gave way to confusion when he saw all three Naiad suddenly stop swimming. He watched the sisters begin to tread water, each of them rapidly looking down and around as if searching for something. As one, they let go of the intruder, backing away from him as though afraid, and letting his body sink below the surface. Then the waters erupted. Simultaneously the Naiad began to howl, whilst flailing and clawing at themselves. Spinning around in the water the blue eyed nymph, her face now a mask of terror, spotted Sam stood at the water's edge. Her mouth open wide as she began a stomach churning keening, and frantically began to swim towards him. All around her, the water was churning and spitting. Sam saw steam begin to rise from it's surface and he looked on in disbelief as the Naiad's skin began to turn scarlet, quickly becoming covered in blisters before, finally, starting to shred and peel away. Her cries and screams persisted. Tearing off his tee, Sam dived into the pool and swam quickly towards the thrashing, wailing Naiad. Seeing Sam draw closer, she lifted an arm out of the water and reached out to him. Sam immediately stopped dead. The arm she held out to him was skeletal, every piece of flesh, muscle, tendon, gone. Still trying to reach for Sam, her cries had turned to mewls and whimpers as the water, acid like, began to eat the flesh from her face. At last, the nymph quietened and stilled. Sam stared in shock and disbelief as the waters went on to strip the dead Naiad's skeleton clean. Finally, even the bones began to swiftly dissolve and crumble into a fine white powder that formed a thin layer of scum on the water's surface, before gradually journeying into the depths.

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Without warning, a powerful wind began to blow, churning up the waters of the pool, creating waves which raced each other across it's surface. Sam struggled to swim back to the relative safety offered by dry land. Dragging himself out of the water and onto the grass, he staggered and stumbled back onto his feet and turned to stare out at the heaving waters. There was no sign of the other two Naiad, nor of the intruder. The wind tore through every tree, stripping them of their blossom. Battling to stay upright against the buffeting gale, Sam suddenly could see nothing. The air was thick with petals swirling and dancing crazily on the wind, catching in his hair, sticking to his naked torso, still wet from the pool. They fluttered in his face, forcing him to keep his eyes half closed, before they were chased off again by another rush of wind. Sam's world shrank, becoming little more than a whirling wall of pink and white until, as if someone in the FX department had turned off the wind machine, the howling gale abruptly stopped. And as the wind dropped, so did Sam, collapsing like an abandoned marionette, out cold before he hit the floor.

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A.N. So, was it ok?

Chick xxx