The Hunter and the Hunted 10/?
Title: The Hunter and the Hunted 10/?
Part 10: “Scars and Stitches”
Authors: art_of_mayhem and candygramme
Rated: PG for M/M interaction
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Alex Krycek
Spoilers: none
Warning: Slash
Word count: 3029
Disclaimer: Dean and his family belong to Eric Kripke and Supernatural, and Alex belongs to Chris Carter and the X-Files. We own nothing. We are doing this for love and not money.
Author’s notes: Dean spent four years traveling with John - his father - and later on his own missions, while Sam - his brother - was at Stanford. We’ve bent time a little, and we are aware of that, but this is fiction. After Dean rescues Alex from the missile silo, our intrepid triple agent accompanies Dean on one of his missions.
The quoted song is “Scars and Stitches,” by Guster.
The beautiful icon is by myhappyface, for which much thanks.
Part 9
Part 8
Part 7
Part 6
Part 5
Part 4
Part 3
Part 2
Part 1
Under the monsters claws and in between his teeth
Was the shadow and a silhouette of what I’d thought I’d be?
I don’t mind falling down and scraping up my knees
Scars and Stitches always fade and only strengthen me
Quickly thanking the librarian, Alex hustled after Dean, catching up with him as he headed for the Impala. It didn't take them long to get down to the docks once more, and once Dean had parked they set about finding a boat.
"We can go back into the private marina, if you like. There were a couple of dinghys there, and we could maybe 'borrow' one long enough to get out to the island." Alex had his lock picking tools in his hand as he spoke, and he looked eager to get going. "We should take the squirt guns with us, just in case, don't you think?"
Dean was already walking around to the back of the Impala, lifting the trunk and pulling the items out. He flipped open the secret compartment that contained his array of weapons, propping it up with one of the guns, and started digging around, finally pulling out first one tazer, then another. He handed one over to Alex, "Here, careful with that, I maxed up the volts in it." He took the second and placed it at his back.
Closing the trunk, Dean studied Alex, looking for any sign of weakness. The man seemed eager enough, even for Dean's exacting standards. "How about a boat with a motor?" he said, starting down to the dock, checking out the array of vessels and finally spotting one that looked likely. He glanced about then hopped over the side into it, putting his assorted weaponry down in the bottom, before dropping down to start the motor.
"This beats rowing!" Alex settled into the bows of the little boat, nodding enthusiastically as Dean pulled it away from the jetty. The air was calm, there were only tiny ripples disturbing the face of the water, and although it was chilly, the sun was bright, causing the sea to sparkle. Dean headed the boat for the island, and opened the throttle, sending it planing across the wavelets as they headed towards their date with the supernatural.
"Makes for quick getaways too," Dean added as he pointed the boat in the direction of the outcrop of rocks. The water wasn't too choppy, and the sun was bright, leaving their wake sparkling like opals as they cut across the harbor. The beauty of the afternoon shimmered around them, but the scenery was lost on Dean; he was much more interested in that island ahead of them.
It took only a short while, before they ran up onto the rocky beach that marked the boundary of the little island. Even as they pulled up against the shore, and Alex hopped out to tie the boat off, Dean was looking about. Alex took the rope, tying it fast to a large rock that looked as though it wouldn't move without the application of dynamite. "Okay. Let's go search for statues," he said, picking up his squirt gun and looking around.
Dean put his pack on, gun at the ready, the tazer at his back just in case. He climbed the rocks, swiftly getting to more solid land and saw a small, old structure that was hidden from the main shore by a sudden dip in the ground. He glanced over at Alex before moving closer. The marble fascia was filled with old Greek designs and inscriptions a frieze of charioteers frozen in their perpetual journey around the building bordered by the familiar Greek key design. Despite his rapidly growing respect for Alex, Dean couldn’t help wishing that Sam was with him in order to read the Greek lettering for them. He looked about, taking in the uneven terrain, the rubble that appeared to be from the ruins; it looked as if the dilapidated building might have been modeled after a small temple.
"You go that way; I'll check this way," said Dean, starting to move away. "Scream like a little girl if you run into anything." He smirked back at Alex as he moved ahead.
"I think you're projecting there, buddy," grinned Alex. "When I scream, I scream like a really big girl!" He nodded, gun in hand, and began to pick his way through the uneven terrain around the building. Half in ruins, it seemed to be some kind of monument, and for a moment, Alex thought it might be a tomb although the inscriptions on the marble were all in Greek, and he had no clue what they might say.
He was creeping cautiously around the back, expecting to see Dean coming in the opposite direction any moment, when he caught a whiff of something unpleasant. "Dean?" he called. "Are you anywhere near? Something around this area stinks."
Dean prowled about, stepping around and over rubble, and he paused as something drew his eyes. He wandered over, crouching down to get a closer look. Reaching for a stick, he was in the act of poking at the dark spot on one of the white fragments of marble, when he heard Alex call out. Dean found himself shooting up like a rocket, and a brief panic washed over him, before he raced around the building to find his lover.
"What'd ya find?" he asked, breathlessly.
"Can't see a damned thing out of the ordinary, but there's a hell of a stink around back here. Smells like something died." Alex was casting around, trying to locate the source of the smell. "Did you find anything? I didn't go inside the building yet; it doesn't look too safe, and I was thinking that we might just want to make sure it isn't going to fall on us, before we do anything too final."
Dean came up beside Alex, wrinkling his nose, "Yeah, looked like blood. Seemed to be pieces of clothing, too." He started examining the building then kicked at one of the stones that littered the ground around it. Alex had begun to pull at the thick coat of ivy that clung so tenaciously to the building, and he gave a pleased grunt as he disclosed a doorway, partially concealed by trailing vegetation. Reaching into his jacket, Dean smirked and produced a small Mag flashlight. With a twist it was brought to life. "I would say ladies first, but I think I'll take the lead today." He flashed a brilliant smile at Alex and with a duck of his head and a flamboyant flourish Dean was the first to enter the fetid darkness.
He carried the flashlight under the muzzle of the acid-filled squirt gun. If anything was to charge, it would be simple to ensure that he hit whatever it was with the acid first. Dean wasn't taking any chances. "Keep an eye behind us in case that thing does in fact hunt during the day." All the evidence pointed to the fact that it usually came out at night, but he had survived this long by taking every precaution he could. Nodding, Alex followed him in cautiously, backing along the short passageway after his lover.
Something caught his foot as he was slinking into the inner chamber, and Alex looked down, frowning, only to find that the object that had almost tripped him was a bone. Dean arched an eyebrow at him and pursed his lips as he examined the offending item. "You know, I think we've found its lair," he announced.
"I don't see any sirens anywhere." Alex was casting around, looking for any sign of movement. The light from Dean's flashlight, and the faint traces of daylight that managed to fight their way through the veil of ivy that surrounded the entrance were enough to illuminate the ground upon which they walked. As the two of them began to take in their surroundings, it became apparent that all around them glimmered the whiteness of bone, in places so thick that one could not walk between them.
"Jesus, look at this. The bones are..." Alex bent to pick up a skull. "They're human. That's horrible." He turned to Dean. "Your idea about a sacrifice seems to be right on the money."
Dean was busy examining an arm bone, noting that there were teeth marks on it. With a frown, he shot a look at Alex, "Seen enough of this kind of evidence to know. It's ritualistic. This kind of thing used to be very common in older times." He stood up. "Werewolves, vampires, certain other breeds of paranormal creature are like this." He tossed the bone aside when he thought he heard a sound somewhere close by. “Did I just hear something moving?”.
The two of them turned around slowly, listening for any sound that might indicate they were being stalked. Dean shot a glance at Alex, checking that his companion was still coping, then back to the entrance behind him as it started to get dark.
The daylight was fading rapidly, and Alex could hear scratching coming from above. He tapped Dean's arm, pointing upwards and indicated that he should shine the flashlight in that direction. He covered Dean with the gun he'd been given, watching the doorway as Dean poked the light up at the broken ceiling.
He had been a little grossed out at the evidence that something was eating humans, and a vision of the creature from the previous night, blood encrusting its features, biting into Dean, was making him feel a little nauseous. The sounds - if indeed there had been any - had ceased, and Alex squinted, trying to spot any movement in the gathering gloom.
When the scream sounded, it was so loud that Alex was really grateful for the earplugs he'd been given.
Dean shone his light upward, not sure what he would find, but it did sound as if something was lurking up there. As the sound struck his ear, his instincts told him that whatever it was had to be walking on the crumbling roof above, and it was now apparently heading inside to find them. Dean brought his own gun up, "Well, we got its attention," he murmured softly and started towards the place where he expected the creature to appear, a very determined look upon his face.
He knew they had to get out of the temple, if at all possible. It wasn't good being trapped inside, not with this thing. The creature would most definitely have the advantage if it cut them off from their escape route. Dean crouched down, grabbing a rock and tossing it at the shadowy form that was coming down through the narrow entrance, trying to get it to move away from the exit. "Com'on, bitch, back up."
Their surroundings were very cramped, and Alex was afraid that he'd splash Dean with the acid, if he fired his squirt gun. He grabbed hold of the taser Dean had given him and crouched, waiting for his chance. The creature, now that he saw her, was bigger than he'd thought from their encounter the night before - she was easily as big as they were, and her wingspan was enough that she couldn't fully open her wings without hitting the walls. She was showing no sign of wanting to move out of the doorway which was their only means of getting out of the building.
"Shit!" Alex stepped forward, firing the taser at her. The dart hit her just below the breast bone, and for a moment she seemed to shudder as the jolt hit her. Then she screamed again, and wrenched at the cable, pulling the weapon from his hands.
"Well, that was a bad idea," growled Alex. "Now what?"
Dean had taken advantage of Alex's move. He wasn't as cautious as Alex, having dealt with supernatural beings before, and he knew that with some beasties there was no alternative but to take them head on. There could be no backing down; his father had taught him that. Dean raised his gun, and as she shrieked, Dean pumped his gun and pulled the trigger. These super soakers had amazing range, he'd learned that from his many fights with his brother Sam as a kid.
The acid shot forth, hitting the creature in the chest, and instantly the acid reacted with flesh, eating it away and releasing a pungent smoke that threatened to choke them. Dean didn't let up for even a moment; he kept firing as the creature screamed again, snapping at them and writhing in pain. He went for the feet, or talons, whatever the hell they were. He had to get this thing to back up so he showered her up and down, hitting what was available, going for the wings as she tried to spread them to use as a possible weapon.
Alex had recovered from his shock now, and he was quick to assist Dean, pumping up his own gun and starting to spray the creature in tandem with his lover.
"The fucking thing just isn't going to give up, is it?" he mumbled, backing up to avoid a wing that was dripping acid as the creature flailed, blinded now. "She's going to get us, if we're not careful, and she won't even know that she succeeded."
He stooped quickly, grabbing a skull and throwing it hard at the thrashing creature. The bones ricocheted off her head and bounced to the floor behind her with a hollow thud, and she turned, confused by the sudden sound.
Dean took the opportunity offered by her turn, and charged at her, slamming the full weight of his body into her, shoving her out of the entrance and sending him rolling to the side. He flailed momentarily, kicking into dirt and rock to get him back up on his feet. "Alex, get her in the face!" he shouted from behind her as he aimed his gun for the back of her head. This had to be the weak point. The acid was eating her away, and Dean had a crazy moment when he half wished they'd set up a bucket of that stuff over the entrance to dump on her.
Alex's gun was running out, and the pressure was dropping, but he stepped forward out of the ruins, aiming the liquid at her face. The creature screamed again, pain and fury in its voice, and then fell abruptly silent as she ingested a mouthful of acid.
Slowly, she crumpled to the ground, lying on the rocky ground, smoke coming from her rapidly disintegrating body.
"Jesus!" said Alex, fervently. "That was ugly. What do we do with her now?"
Dean was staring past Alex and looking upwards, an unreadable expression on his face. The moon had risen in the now twilit sky, and it was suddenly was eclipsed by the wing span of another siren, this one slightly larger than the one he and Alex had just dispatched.
"Alex, move slowly over towards me and don't look back," murmured Dean softly, speaking as he slowly rose to his feet. Sister, mate, or whatever this thing was to its dead companion, it wasn't gonna like what they’d done, or the fact that its friend was dead at their hands.
Dean pumped up his gun, knowing he was running low of acid as well. "Find a big stick or something we can use as a weapon. I'll keep that thing busy. I still have my tazer." He informed Alex.
They'd brought the can that contained the acid with them, and Alex knew that there was a little left in it. He obeyed Dean, swiftly crossing to him. A look around revealed a convenient bush from which he cut a branch, using his pocket knife to remove the leaves. Handing that to Dean, he knelt and began to recharge his squirt gun.
The newcomer was circling overhead, and Dean stood at bay. Alex watched, wondering if they were both going to end up as food for this infuriated monster. The gun was now recharged, and Alex handed it to Dean, taking the nearly empty one in exchange, just as the thing above them decided to swoop down and attack.
Dean took the stick from Alex, shot him a swift, encouraging glance before focusing his attention back on the creature circling overhead. As Alex raced to fill the gun, Dean turned in place, watching it. He knew that even more than ever he would have to make things count from now on. Crouching a little, he ducked as the beast dove down at them, seeming to test the distance before screeching and soaring back up into the air.
As he got the gun back, Dean's arm pumped it to life. He found himself falling back as he aimed, but he didn't pull the trigger yet. He heard Alex cry out as claws managed to make contact. Dean whirled around, finally dragging out his tazer as the beast snarled, nearly on top of the other man. Just as it hopped back, turning to face him. Dean took aim and fired.
The taser cord flew out, pins sinking into feather and flesh at the neck, and the jolt from it - kicked up enough to burn flesh - sparked through the creature's body. As it twitched in horrible pain, Dean added to it by pumping the rest of the contents in his gun right at its face. Flesh was eaten away, smoke filled the air. The horrible cries echoed all around them until there was a sudden silence as it plummeted from the sky like a stone.
Dean stood there for a moment, breathing hard before turning to Alex. Shit! He was a mess. He lay on the ground, unconscious; his clothing was torn along with the flesh beneath it. Blood was seeping out to stain his garments, looking black in the fading light. Dean rushed over. "Alex?" He reached down, grabbing him, lifting him up as he tossed his weapons aside. Alex was still breathing, and Dean gave a sigh of relief. "C'mon, need to get you to a hospital," He pulled Alex to his feet, half dragging him to the boat. Dean only gave a single glance back to the site of their pitched battle before loading them up to get them back to shore as fast as he could.
Part 10: “Scars and Stitches”
Authors: art_of_mayhem and candygramme
Rated: PG for M/M interaction
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Alex Krycek
Spoilers: none
Warning: Slash
Word count: 3029
Disclaimer: Dean and his family belong to Eric Kripke and Supernatural, and Alex belongs to Chris Carter and the X-Files. We own nothing. We are doing this for love and not money.
Author’s notes: Dean spent four years traveling with John - his father - and later on his own missions, while Sam - his brother - was at Stanford. We’ve bent time a little, and we are aware of that, but this is fiction. After Dean rescues Alex from the missile silo, our intrepid triple agent accompanies Dean on one of his missions.
The quoted song is “Scars and Stitches,” by Guster.
The beautiful icon is by myhappyface, for which much thanks.
Part 9
Part 8
Part 7
Part 6
Part 5
Part 4
Part 3
Part 2
Part 1
Under the monsters claws and in between his teeth
Was the shadow and a silhouette of what I’d thought I’d be?
I don’t mind falling down and scraping up my knees
Scars and Stitches always fade and only strengthen me
Quickly thanking the librarian, Alex hustled after Dean, catching up with him as he headed for the Impala. It didn't take them long to get down to the docks once more, and once Dean had parked they set about finding a boat.
"We can go back into the private marina, if you like. There were a couple of dinghys there, and we could maybe 'borrow' one long enough to get out to the island." Alex had his lock picking tools in his hand as he spoke, and he looked eager to get going. "We should take the squirt guns with us, just in case, don't you think?"
Dean was already walking around to the back of the Impala, lifting the trunk and pulling the items out. He flipped open the secret compartment that contained his array of weapons, propping it up with one of the guns, and started digging around, finally pulling out first one tazer, then another. He handed one over to Alex, "Here, careful with that, I maxed up the volts in it." He took the second and placed it at his back.
Closing the trunk, Dean studied Alex, looking for any sign of weakness. The man seemed eager enough, even for Dean's exacting standards. "How about a boat with a motor?" he said, starting down to the dock, checking out the array of vessels and finally spotting one that looked likely. He glanced about then hopped over the side into it, putting his assorted weaponry down in the bottom, before dropping down to start the motor.
"This beats rowing!" Alex settled into the bows of the little boat, nodding enthusiastically as Dean pulled it away from the jetty. The air was calm, there were only tiny ripples disturbing the face of the water, and although it was chilly, the sun was bright, causing the sea to sparkle. Dean headed the boat for the island, and opened the throttle, sending it planing across the wavelets as they headed towards their date with the supernatural.
"Makes for quick getaways too," Dean added as he pointed the boat in the direction of the outcrop of rocks. The water wasn't too choppy, and the sun was bright, leaving their wake sparkling like opals as they cut across the harbor. The beauty of the afternoon shimmered around them, but the scenery was lost on Dean; he was much more interested in that island ahead of them.
It took only a short while, before they ran up onto the rocky beach that marked the boundary of the little island. Even as they pulled up against the shore, and Alex hopped out to tie the boat off, Dean was looking about. Alex took the rope, tying it fast to a large rock that looked as though it wouldn't move without the application of dynamite. "Okay. Let's go search for statues," he said, picking up his squirt gun and looking around.
Dean put his pack on, gun at the ready, the tazer at his back just in case. He climbed the rocks, swiftly getting to more solid land and saw a small, old structure that was hidden from the main shore by a sudden dip in the ground. He glanced over at Alex before moving closer. The marble fascia was filled with old Greek designs and inscriptions a frieze of charioteers frozen in their perpetual journey around the building bordered by the familiar Greek key design. Despite his rapidly growing respect for Alex, Dean couldn’t help wishing that Sam was with him in order to read the Greek lettering for them. He looked about, taking in the uneven terrain, the rubble that appeared to be from the ruins; it looked as if the dilapidated building might have been modeled after a small temple.
"You go that way; I'll check this way," said Dean, starting to move away. "Scream like a little girl if you run into anything." He smirked back at Alex as he moved ahead.
"I think you're projecting there, buddy," grinned Alex. "When I scream, I scream like a really big girl!" He nodded, gun in hand, and began to pick his way through the uneven terrain around the building. Half in ruins, it seemed to be some kind of monument, and for a moment, Alex thought it might be a tomb although the inscriptions on the marble were all in Greek, and he had no clue what they might say.
He was creeping cautiously around the back, expecting to see Dean coming in the opposite direction any moment, when he caught a whiff of something unpleasant. "Dean?" he called. "Are you anywhere near? Something around this area stinks."
Dean prowled about, stepping around and over rubble, and he paused as something drew his eyes. He wandered over, crouching down to get a closer look. Reaching for a stick, he was in the act of poking at the dark spot on one of the white fragments of marble, when he heard Alex call out. Dean found himself shooting up like a rocket, and a brief panic washed over him, before he raced around the building to find his lover.
"What'd ya find?" he asked, breathlessly.
"Can't see a damned thing out of the ordinary, but there's a hell of a stink around back here. Smells like something died." Alex was casting around, trying to locate the source of the smell. "Did you find anything? I didn't go inside the building yet; it doesn't look too safe, and I was thinking that we might just want to make sure it isn't going to fall on us, before we do anything too final."
Dean came up beside Alex, wrinkling his nose, "Yeah, looked like blood. Seemed to be pieces of clothing, too." He started examining the building then kicked at one of the stones that littered the ground around it. Alex had begun to pull at the thick coat of ivy that clung so tenaciously to the building, and he gave a pleased grunt as he disclosed a doorway, partially concealed by trailing vegetation. Reaching into his jacket, Dean smirked and produced a small Mag flashlight. With a twist it was brought to life. "I would say ladies first, but I think I'll take the lead today." He flashed a brilliant smile at Alex and with a duck of his head and a flamboyant flourish Dean was the first to enter the fetid darkness.
He carried the flashlight under the muzzle of the acid-filled squirt gun. If anything was to charge, it would be simple to ensure that he hit whatever it was with the acid first. Dean wasn't taking any chances. "Keep an eye behind us in case that thing does in fact hunt during the day." All the evidence pointed to the fact that it usually came out at night, but he had survived this long by taking every precaution he could. Nodding, Alex followed him in cautiously, backing along the short passageway after his lover.
Something caught his foot as he was slinking into the inner chamber, and Alex looked down, frowning, only to find that the object that had almost tripped him was a bone. Dean arched an eyebrow at him and pursed his lips as he examined the offending item. "You know, I think we've found its lair," he announced.
"I don't see any sirens anywhere." Alex was casting around, looking for any sign of movement. The light from Dean's flashlight, and the faint traces of daylight that managed to fight their way through the veil of ivy that surrounded the entrance were enough to illuminate the ground upon which they walked. As the two of them began to take in their surroundings, it became apparent that all around them glimmered the whiteness of bone, in places so thick that one could not walk between them.
"Jesus, look at this. The bones are..." Alex bent to pick up a skull. "They're human. That's horrible." He turned to Dean. "Your idea about a sacrifice seems to be right on the money."
Dean was busy examining an arm bone, noting that there were teeth marks on it. With a frown, he shot a look at Alex, "Seen enough of this kind of evidence to know. It's ritualistic. This kind of thing used to be very common in older times." He stood up. "Werewolves, vampires, certain other breeds of paranormal creature are like this." He tossed the bone aside when he thought he heard a sound somewhere close by. “Did I just hear something moving?”.
The two of them turned around slowly, listening for any sound that might indicate they were being stalked. Dean shot a glance at Alex, checking that his companion was still coping, then back to the entrance behind him as it started to get dark.
The daylight was fading rapidly, and Alex could hear scratching coming from above. He tapped Dean's arm, pointing upwards and indicated that he should shine the flashlight in that direction. He covered Dean with the gun he'd been given, watching the doorway as Dean poked the light up at the broken ceiling.
He had been a little grossed out at the evidence that something was eating humans, and a vision of the creature from the previous night, blood encrusting its features, biting into Dean, was making him feel a little nauseous. The sounds - if indeed there had been any - had ceased, and Alex squinted, trying to spot any movement in the gathering gloom.
When the scream sounded, it was so loud that Alex was really grateful for the earplugs he'd been given.
Dean shone his light upward, not sure what he would find, but it did sound as if something was lurking up there. As the sound struck his ear, his instincts told him that whatever it was had to be walking on the crumbling roof above, and it was now apparently heading inside to find them. Dean brought his own gun up, "Well, we got its attention," he murmured softly and started towards the place where he expected the creature to appear, a very determined look upon his face.
He knew they had to get out of the temple, if at all possible. It wasn't good being trapped inside, not with this thing. The creature would most definitely have the advantage if it cut them off from their escape route. Dean crouched down, grabbing a rock and tossing it at the shadowy form that was coming down through the narrow entrance, trying to get it to move away from the exit. "Com'on, bitch, back up."
Their surroundings were very cramped, and Alex was afraid that he'd splash Dean with the acid, if he fired his squirt gun. He grabbed hold of the taser Dean had given him and crouched, waiting for his chance. The creature, now that he saw her, was bigger than he'd thought from their encounter the night before - she was easily as big as they were, and her wingspan was enough that she couldn't fully open her wings without hitting the walls. She was showing no sign of wanting to move out of the doorway which was their only means of getting out of the building.
"Shit!" Alex stepped forward, firing the taser at her. The dart hit her just below the breast bone, and for a moment she seemed to shudder as the jolt hit her. Then she screamed again, and wrenched at the cable, pulling the weapon from his hands.
"Well, that was a bad idea," growled Alex. "Now what?"
Dean had taken advantage of Alex's move. He wasn't as cautious as Alex, having dealt with supernatural beings before, and he knew that with some beasties there was no alternative but to take them head on. There could be no backing down; his father had taught him that. Dean raised his gun, and as she shrieked, Dean pumped his gun and pulled the trigger. These super soakers had amazing range, he'd learned that from his many fights with his brother Sam as a kid.
The acid shot forth, hitting the creature in the chest, and instantly the acid reacted with flesh, eating it away and releasing a pungent smoke that threatened to choke them. Dean didn't let up for even a moment; he kept firing as the creature screamed again, snapping at them and writhing in pain. He went for the feet, or talons, whatever the hell they were. He had to get this thing to back up so he showered her up and down, hitting what was available, going for the wings as she tried to spread them to use as a possible weapon.
Alex had recovered from his shock now, and he was quick to assist Dean, pumping up his own gun and starting to spray the creature in tandem with his lover.
"The fucking thing just isn't going to give up, is it?" he mumbled, backing up to avoid a wing that was dripping acid as the creature flailed, blinded now. "She's going to get us, if we're not careful, and she won't even know that she succeeded."
He stooped quickly, grabbing a skull and throwing it hard at the thrashing creature. The bones ricocheted off her head and bounced to the floor behind her with a hollow thud, and she turned, confused by the sudden sound.
Dean took the opportunity offered by her turn, and charged at her, slamming the full weight of his body into her, shoving her out of the entrance and sending him rolling to the side. He flailed momentarily, kicking into dirt and rock to get him back up on his feet. "Alex, get her in the face!" he shouted from behind her as he aimed his gun for the back of her head. This had to be the weak point. The acid was eating her away, and Dean had a crazy moment when he half wished they'd set up a bucket of that stuff over the entrance to dump on her.
Alex's gun was running out, and the pressure was dropping, but he stepped forward out of the ruins, aiming the liquid at her face. The creature screamed again, pain and fury in its voice, and then fell abruptly silent as she ingested a mouthful of acid.
Slowly, she crumpled to the ground, lying on the rocky ground, smoke coming from her rapidly disintegrating body.
"Jesus!" said Alex, fervently. "That was ugly. What do we do with her now?"
Dean was staring past Alex and looking upwards, an unreadable expression on his face. The moon had risen in the now twilit sky, and it was suddenly was eclipsed by the wing span of another siren, this one slightly larger than the one he and Alex had just dispatched.
"Alex, move slowly over towards me and don't look back," murmured Dean softly, speaking as he slowly rose to his feet. Sister, mate, or whatever this thing was to its dead companion, it wasn't gonna like what they’d done, or the fact that its friend was dead at their hands.
Dean pumped up his gun, knowing he was running low of acid as well. "Find a big stick or something we can use as a weapon. I'll keep that thing busy. I still have my tazer." He informed Alex.
They'd brought the can that contained the acid with them, and Alex knew that there was a little left in it. He obeyed Dean, swiftly crossing to him. A look around revealed a convenient bush from which he cut a branch, using his pocket knife to remove the leaves. Handing that to Dean, he knelt and began to recharge his squirt gun.
The newcomer was circling overhead, and Dean stood at bay. Alex watched, wondering if they were both going to end up as food for this infuriated monster. The gun was now recharged, and Alex handed it to Dean, taking the nearly empty one in exchange, just as the thing above them decided to swoop down and attack.
Dean took the stick from Alex, shot him a swift, encouraging glance before focusing his attention back on the creature circling overhead. As Alex raced to fill the gun, Dean turned in place, watching it. He knew that even more than ever he would have to make things count from now on. Crouching a little, he ducked as the beast dove down at them, seeming to test the distance before screeching and soaring back up into the air.
As he got the gun back, Dean's arm pumped it to life. He found himself falling back as he aimed, but he didn't pull the trigger yet. He heard Alex cry out as claws managed to make contact. Dean whirled around, finally dragging out his tazer as the beast snarled, nearly on top of the other man. Just as it hopped back, turning to face him. Dean took aim and fired.
The taser cord flew out, pins sinking into feather and flesh at the neck, and the jolt from it - kicked up enough to burn flesh - sparked through the creature's body. As it twitched in horrible pain, Dean added to it by pumping the rest of the contents in his gun right at its face. Flesh was eaten away, smoke filled the air. The horrible cries echoed all around them until there was a sudden silence as it plummeted from the sky like a stone.
Dean stood there for a moment, breathing hard before turning to Alex. Shit! He was a mess. He lay on the ground, unconscious; his clothing was torn along with the flesh beneath it. Blood was seeping out to stain his garments, looking black in the fading light. Dean rushed over. "Alex?" He reached down, grabbing him, lifting him up as he tossed his weapons aside. Alex was still breathing, and Dean gave a sigh of relief. "C'mon, need to get you to a hospital," He pulled Alex to his feet, half dragging him to the boat. Dean only gave a single glance back to the site of their pitched battle before loading them up to get them back to shore as fast as he could.