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Post by samwinchester on Oct 8, 2007 22:24:01 GMT -5
"Sam, stay close."
Same snorted, but slowed down his pace so that the two were in-step. The temperature had noticibly dipped as the continued on. There was certianly something.
"Sheet Sam, was that there when we passed earlier?"
Sam followed Deans gaze to the large and very dark cave. "I don't remember it." Sam muttered in reply. His ears stood alert, intent. Their lives were possibly on the line, after all.
He looked to his brother again. There was no doubt in his mind what they were going to do - they were going to investigate it. He stepped toward the rocky opening, his footfalls steady even though they held uncertianty.
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Post by deanwinchester on Oct 8, 2007 22:31:17 GMT -5
Dean looked to Sam with a look of annoyance. "I hate these things" He shook his head and proceded as well. The trees seemed to close in around them before the fog seemed to almost emerse from the dark cave itself. The darker male sighed deeply as he entered the cave, his eyes narrowing and adjusting to the lack of light. "Yo Ghostie Bi*ch!" He shouted into the cave as the two of them entered. He had a way of annoying the spirits enought to show themselves. It was just his luck to push the spirits onto himself while Sammy usually got rid of the spirit. [sheet, mines shorter damn it  ] |
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Post by samwinchester on Oct 8, 2007 22:42:44 GMT -5
"I hate this things." Though Sam remained silent, he agreed. It wasn't just that they were uncomfortable to be around, no, more importantly they had been known to wreak havock - to injure, murder.
"Yo Ghostie Bi*ch!"
Had he not been used to his brother's reactions, he might have jumped. But something worse than his brother's voice was raising.
A humming like electricity had picked up around them. Something was certianly annoyed. Sam gave his sibling a look, but turned away again quickly. There was something to be said, and that was that Dean's techniques certianly worked. Sometimes he thought it would be better if his brother would just keep his big mouth shut.
Sam stood stock still, feeling as though every one of his hairs was standing on end. His stance was low, steady, prepared.
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Post by deanwinchester on Oct 8, 2007 22:48:24 GMT -5
Dean picked up on the new noises and looked to Sam with a smile on his face. "Guess it dont like me?" He grinned before his attention was brought to what was going on around him. He shivered drastically. His usual corky look on his face turned to slightly shock as he stood still as well. Feeling like his joints were bolted together.
"Sam..." he gulped lighlty "Get out now....I think this thing has me" he bared his teeth as he could be seen trying to struggle as his body seemed to be casted into a stone like statue. "SAM GO!" He shouted before shaking his pelt again, trying to get free.
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Post by samwinchester on Oct 8, 2007 23:07:25 GMT -5
"Sam... Get out now....I think this thing has me."
His brother's tone was deathly serious. Whatever he had insulted was retaliating. Sam stared at his brother, a paw hovering as he hesitated. His brother was at risk, he was in danger and needed to be rescued. Yet, if he was to be caught in the same trap here, there would be no way out for either of them. His teeth clenched tightly. He would have to decide what course of action to take hastily - he was already an uncomfortable odd feeling in his joints.
"Dean," he finally spoke up, "I can't just-" "SAM GO!"
Sam took off like a shot. He had only gone a couple of paces, his direction shifted. Turning sharply on his heel. Every muscle tensed, he charged back toward his brother. The way he bolted he was going to crash into his brother - indeed, that was the plan. He took a leap, on target, preparing for the crash-tackle. With some luck, it might just have been enough to knock whatever pull was on his brother out. If not, Sam would have to high-tail it out of there and come up with a rescue plan.
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Post by deanwinchester on Oct 8, 2007 23:14:06 GMT -5
Dean's look was that of anger and worry for his little brother. He didnt want to see Sam die or be injured, and with himself he didnt care. He was there for Sam and that was all that counted.
Once his gaze turned to Sam running he focused more on trying to free himself from this wierd ghostly grasp. "damn ghosts" he muttered under his breath as he shook his pelt, trying to free himself. His ears twitched before looking up and seeing his brother comming throttleing towards him. "Sammy what the hell!" He looked shocked, not quite sure what to make of a larger male bolting at him. "AHHH" he tried to move out the way, but couldnt.
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Post by samwinchester on Oct 8, 2007 23:23:58 GMT -5
The dark walls of the cave were a blur of motion as Sam charged, eyes focused only on Dean. It seemed to happen in slow motion. His chest and right shoulder slammed into his brother's side with enough force that he had to choke back down the air that threatened to escape his lungs.
And everything sped up. Sam toppled to the ground, not certian if he had managed to knock over his brother and return the use of his legs or had simply bounced off of him. He was just about to turn to check when something caught his eye.
Any escape plan was suddenly forgotten. Sam scrambled to his feet, the fur along his back rearing up. He let out a soft growl, staring into the dark. It was hard to make out, with lines indistinct and part-merging into the black. There was a figure.
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Post by deanwinchester on Oct 8, 2007 23:34:54 GMT -5
Dean let out a loud 'oof' as Sam ran into him, causing him to fall onto his back and do a flip and land on his stomach. He shook his head to regain his conciousness and blinked. "Sam?" He looked around frantically before noticing the figure as well. "SAM GET IT" He shouted as he got to his feet.
His white teeth were bared as he turned around and noticed another figure. "Sheet Sam there's two of them" He growled before running towards the figure, picking up a salt covered rock in the process. "HACKKK AAAHHH IIIICHHHH" the translation would be "take that Beetch"as he threw the rock towards the figure, making it descinigrate in the process before turning around and looking to Sam. "The Rocks Sammy the damn Rocks!" He shouted and picked up another, running at his full pace towars Sammy and the other figure.
The two of them were going to need to do everything they could to get out of the cursed cave before anyone got seriously hurt.
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Post by samwinchester on Oct 8, 2007 23:53:03 GMT -5
"SAM GET IT!"
Sam paused, glancing around in frantic search for something of use. Bare rock, with nothing but an inkling of stones and dirt.
"...There's two of them!"
Sam ripped his eyes away, glancing back to where his brother and the other stood. He was glad to see that Dean was moving.
"What do I do?!" He yelled in return.
"Rocks Sammy the damn Rocks!"
Sam glanced down at his feet. Smallish stones were scattered about the cave floor. He dived for the nearest one, scrooping it up in his mouth. It was there long enough for him to register one thing: salty. He moved foward, somewhere between stumbling and charging and, rearing up, flung the rock at the figure as his brother had down. Unlike the other figure, however, the rock bounced off this one. This one was something solid! It let off a shriek of anger that perfectly matched the one earlier. Glad to be fighting something actually there, Sam dived, landing on top of whatever it was (for it was too dark to see anything), sinking his teeth in.
[ ...*cough* I feel kinda silly. LOL. ]
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Post by deanwinchester on Oct 9, 2007 0:10:15 GMT -5
Dean followed in his brother's wake as he latched his own powerful jaws onto the figure, sinking his large k-9s into it. It was solid and tasted most fowl, but it needed to be taken care of. He started to shake his head wildly before looking to Sam in such a way that he would probably figure out what he wanted the two of them to do.
The smaller male began to tug and pull at the figure, trying to pull it into the light to identify what its form was. It was solid after all and that ment it could be seen in the light. He tugged vigerously at it and had to readjust his grip several times.
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Post by samwinchester on Oct 10, 2007 16:12:46 GMT -5
Sam almost let go as he bit into whatever it was. It was absolutely rank, like carrion you'd left out too long.
There was an impact as Dean hit the target as well. As the younger brother felt his brother start tugging, he dropped to his feet, somehow keeping clenched teeth on the beast, and began to help.
What was most strange however, was that the creature was not fighting. He couldn't even feel that any of the little movements it made were of it's on accord or just because of him and his brother. Suspiscion rose quickly in them that this was not as it had first appeared.
fell to the side, where the little moonlight in the cave proved just enough to illuminate the figure.
A large, silent mass of dark fur - not something unusual, but possibly linked. The larger dog scrunched up his nose, pulling a disgusted face. The shifting of the body had caused quite some stink to rise.
Whatever it was, a bear possibly, had been dead for some time and was starting to dry.
He had stuck his mouth on that?! Sam felt inclined to gag, but managed to hold it back. Gross!! "Urg! That's nasty!"
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Post by deanwinchester on Oct 10, 2007 16:43:53 GMT -5
Dean was pulling vigerously on the figure that he was pulling along. His shorter but more built structure allowed him to pull it faster and further than his younger more lanky brother. At that time he didn't even register the rank that came from the dead creature. His mind was set that this thing was something unnatural and needed to be taken care of.
Once in the moonlight Dean let go of the body. "WHO THE HELL ARE..." he stopped, his ears perked as he froze. His nose moving slightly before he turned and vomitted. "AGHHH...Nasty!!!" he shivered before glaring back at the body. "what the hell is that!! why does it stink so BAAAAADDDD" He moaned in disgust.
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Post by samwinchester on Oct 10, 2007 17:02:59 GMT -5
Sam flipped his head worriedly as his brother turned.
"Dean are you-"
But he was cut off by a wretch. Panicked, he leapt away in an attempt to avoid splatters of spew.
"Dude!" Eww - this cave was reaching a new level of disgusting.
"What the hell is that!! why does it stink so BAAAAADDDD!"
"I think..." Sam shuddered. The sooner they got out of here the better. "It's a bear. Well, was a bear." A small one, but it was his best guess otherwise.
"Maybe the spirit was linked to it somehow." It seemed to make sense to him. The spirit had been the same sort of size and shape.
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Post by deanwinchester on Oct 10, 2007 17:08:21 GMT -5
Dean hobbled over to a tree and sat down on his haunches as he tried despiratly not to hurl again. He glared at Sam for a moment as he swallowed hard. "Well what do you think it wanted, or why it's so malicious?" He took in a deep breath, shutting his eyes for a moment and got back to his feet. "It's outside now....but how are we gonna get rid of the body?" the darker male pointed to the body. "Consumption isnt exactly the best idea" he grumbled lightly.
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Post by Bandersnatch on Oct 11, 2007 18:36:04 GMT -5
"Well what do you think it wanted, or why it's so malicious?"
Sam followed his brother, watching carefully to make sure he was alright. He had been thinking the question over quickly before his brother asked, but still had no answer. He sighed. "I don't know, Dean. Maybe it just thought it was protecting it's home?"
"It's outside now....but how are we gonna get rid of the body?"
The younger brother followed the indicated paw until his gaze settled again on the still, dark form.
"Consumption isnt exactly the best idea"
Well, they agreed there. Again, Sam had no certain answer. Not that either brother ever did.
"I don't know - the crows might think differently."
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