The Mummy - Chapter one
Title: The Mummy
Author: Mystik
Beta: The fantastic kiraynn
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/character: Dean/Sam
Rating: FRAO
Prompt: Horror
Notes/Warnings: slash, AU. I hope you all like it!
"Son of a bitch!"
The scream echoed throughout the desert as the shot tore the skin of his arm, his blood mixing with the sand. He was running backwards while shooting at the enemy, killing one at a time; he hid behind a broken stone, tearing a piece of his cloth in order to try to stop the bleeding.
"Gordon, you fucker!" screamed Dean as he tied the piece of cloth into a messy knot.
His green eyes narrowed at the blurry figure of his companion running away. Dean closed his eyes, biting his lips to help him focus. He took a deep, slow breath and prepared to die.
After nothing happened for a moment, Dean found only the desert looking back at him. He looked around, staring at all the dead bodies that were already being swallowed by the sand.
"What the...?" exclaimed Dean, holding his injured arm as he walked passed the corpses.
Suddenly the sand started moving on it’s own, coming towards him. Dean widened his eyes and held his arm closer to his chest as he started to run. Words were whispered on the wind and the soldier finally allowed himself to believe that the legend about that haunted place was actually real.
From one of the mountains surrounding the place, a lone figure was watching the retreating soldier as he got lost in the desert.
"Should we kill him?" a second figure asked, moving to stand next to him.
The first figure shook his head, still watching Dean. "No. Even if he talks about this place, no one will believe him; soon enough the desert will make sure he doesn't speak anymore."
-----
Cairo, Egypt.
He stood on his tiptoes, straining to put that last book in it's right place. Even he wasn't that tall, but nobody seemed to care that he had to struggle.
"Ford!"
Sam jumped in surprise at the shout and bumped clumsily into the shelf. Hard. The young man groaned at the impact and his eyes widened when the shelf started to fall.
Bobby arched an eyebrow from the doorway and Sam flinched as the shelf crashed loudly on impact with the floor. The old man scratched his beard.
Sam looked at him shyly, still holding some books in his hands.
"Problems?" asked Bobby sarcastically.
"Shut up. I told you one day this would happen; even I can't reach the last shelf," answered Sam heatedly.
"Down boy, I'm just messing with you. Come on, follow me.” Bobby turned his back from his young assistant and walked out of the ancient history section of the huge library.
Sam sighed, putting the books on the nearest table and leaving the room as well. He followed his boss until they reached the office and frowned as he entered, his mouth forming a tight, thin line.
"What is he doing here?"
"Nice way of greeting your brother, by the way," answered the man sitting on the visitor's chair, his feet swinging as he twirled a hat between his hands.
"Long time no see, stepbrother. Now what do you want?" sneered Sam.
"Now Sammy, play nice. Ash came here to see you, but he came here for business as well."
"You're doing business with him? You do know you're going to lose your money, right?"
"You hurt my feelings like that, little brother," replied Ash, putting a hand to his heart. He smiled brightly, handing him a piece of torn paper that had been underneath his hat a few moments prior.
"What is this?"
"This Sammy, is the location of the tomb of Azazel," answered Ash, beaming.
Sam gasped. "The yellow-eyed high priest? The cursed one?" He was having a hard time keeping himself from literally bouncing on his feet.
"The one and only. I knew you would like it."
"Wait a second," Sam opened the piece of paper, "where did you get this?"
Ash scratched his head sheepishly. "Well, you see, there was this guy in a bar..."
"You stole it from someone?!" Sam's cold glare could easily freeze hell. "I can't fucking believe you, Ash!!"
"Language, boy," warned Bobby from his chair.
"Sorry, professor," mumbled Sam. His lips thinned. "Where is he? I'll give it back right now! And no, I don't care it is something rare,” Sam continued before his brother could protest. “You stole it!"
"Fine, fine, I get it! There's just a little problem."
"What is it now?"
"The guy I took this from is..."
-----
Sam entered the Egyptian prison with his eyebrows arched. Even rats had better treatment than these poor guys. He followed the prison guard until they reached the guy he was looking for, and the guard beat his sword against the prison bars.
"Wake up, you low life! Someone is here to see you!" The guard smirked at him, showing his yellow teeth. "Call me if he gives you any trouble."
"Right," answered Sam, fighting a shiver of disgust as the guard went away.
He turned to look at the cell, but the prisoner was hidden in the shadows; just his feet were showing in the daylight. Sam coughed.
"Dean Winchester?"
The prisoner moved, standing up but still hiding himself.
"What do you want?" was the rough reply; a velvet, husky voice that sent shivers through Sam.
"Ahn... I know what my brother Ash did was horrible, but I came here to give your map back to you."
He watched the man walk forward, finally making an appearance. His blond hair was covering most of his face, mixing with his pretty long beard. A testament of how much time he had spent in prison. Sam couldn't see his face clearly, except for a pair of the most gorgeous green eyes he’d ever seen. He coughed politely, trying to come back to the situation at hand, and pushed the map through the bars of the cell to drop it on the floor. Dean’s raised eyebrow disappeared under his long hair.
"And you're giving it back to me because...?"
"It was wrong of him to steal from you," Sam shrugged, fighting to stay cool as he felt those eyes staring at him. "And mostly, because I have a proposition for you."
Dean stayed quiet, just watching him. Sam coughed again.
"So... I want to hire you as a guide. To the tomb of Azazel."
Dean turned around, going back to the shadows. "You're fucking crazy if you want to go to that place."
"I can be crazy, but I'm paying well."
He heard Dean chuckle. "Well, get me out of this prison and then we can talk about money and contracts."
Well... that was easy. Sam blinked and before he could say anything else, Ash appeared on the corridor waving with a piece of paper.
"I got his permission to go, little brother!"
Sam heard Dean chuckle again, and the sound was weirdly pleasant.
"When do we start...?"
"My name is Samuel. Samuel Ford."
"Nice meeting you, Sammy."
That nickname, pronounced by a virtually stranger, shouldn't have sound so... hot. What was wrong with him?
-----
"Where is he?"
"If I didn't know you little brother, I would say you have a crush. Oh, wait, I do know you." Ash chuckled at the glare he received. "Come on Sam, I know your preferences and green-eyed, mysterious people are your thing."
Sam looked away, blushing. It's not like he even knew the guy. He’d talked to him for what, five minutes? And underneath all that beard and hair, he could be very...
"Sorry I'm late. Let's put this show on the road."
...amazingly hot. Sam blinked at the Greek God that approached them. Dean was wearing some black trousers that fitted his powerful thighs combined with some military boots, the white shirt fitted what seemed to be a defined chest covered by black braces. But it was his face that held most of Sam’s attention. How could anyone be so freaking gorgeous like that? Even the stubble around the chin that could be cut from rock seemed to be drawn with perfection.
"So, Sam? Let's go?"
His brother’s voice pulled the librarian from his daydream. He blushed even further, hiding his eyes underneath his bangs as he nodded.
"Come on, we have reservations," he mumbled, turning around to hide his face from the blond as he walked towards the ship.
After almost three hours on the trip, Sam still couldn't stop remembering every detail that he saw on Dean. True, for some time now he’d known he would never marry and have children and everything other guys his age would. In times like these, he was glad for the family that adopted him after his parents died in a plane crash. Ash, besides all his flaws and unnerving manners, was his best friend. And his acceptance of what Sam liked was a blessing.
It was the first time he’d felt like this for any man. His encounters usually were hidden and in the dark of some unknown bar in Cairo. But with Dean...they were traveling and working together. It would be more than a one night stand if he was to begin anything.
"Idiot," mumbled Sam to himself. He didn't even knew if Dean even liked guys, so what was he thinking?
A knock on the door woke him from his musings. He put a shirt without bothering to close it and answered the door. He sucked in a breath when Dean smiled at him, the light from the oil lamp in the corridor helping Sam notice the freckles that were scattered on the blonde's face.
"Were you asleep? We have business," Dean said, shamelessly eyeing him up and down.
Sam flushed under the attention of those green eyes, stepping aside to let Dean enter his room. He clutched at his shirt, trying to close it without being too obvious. Dean passed him and sat on the wooden chair beside the bed, putting the old map on the desk in front of him. He took a pocket knife from his trousers and pointed at an ink stain on the left side of the map.
"This is the place where you want to be according to your brother. But let me warn you, there are some pals on the ship that are going to the same place as you."
"What?" exclaimed Sam, forgetting his shyness for a moment as he approached him and stopped behind Dean to peer at the map.
"Four young people like you. Their names are Ava, Andy, Jake and Lily."
"And you already know their names how?"
"Because unlike you, I got out of my room to gather important information."
"I was gathering important information too, thank you very much," replied Sam indignantly.
"Yeah, like what?"
"Like where exactly we can find the tomb of Azazel, and his treasures."
"You do know I already have the location, right?"
Sam sat on the bed and faced the blond. "Yes, but your location is an entire site. I mean the exact spot."
Dean smirked and stared at him. "I never thought I would say this one day, but I'm glad you're a geek."
"Fuck you, Mister Winchester," spat Sam, climbing to his feet.
Before he could say anything else Dean got up, moving right into his personal space. Sam gulped, cursing himself for feeling his heart make a triple jump. The blond smiled, licking his lips.
“I’ll let you call me Dean, Sammy-boy.”
He looked into those green eyes and felt the insane urge to just grab him and kiss him senseless. They’d moved closer to each other without noticing when a sudden noise outside the room woke them from that trance.
“We’re under attack!!”
Dean stepped back quickly and pulled the gun from his waistband. He went to the door, extending a hand towards Sam.
“You, stay here. Keep the map safe.”
“But...”
“Stay here.”
Sam grabbed the map, putting it in his pocket as Dean left the room. Great, now he was a damsel in distress. Could this get any weirder?
TBC
Author: Mystik
Beta: The fantastic kiraynn
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/character: Dean/Sam
Rating: FRAO
Prompt: Horror
Notes/Warnings: slash, AU. I hope you all like it!
"Son of a bitch!"
The scream echoed throughout the desert as the shot tore the skin of his arm, his blood mixing with the sand. He was running backwards while shooting at the enemy, killing one at a time; he hid behind a broken stone, tearing a piece of his cloth in order to try to stop the bleeding.
"Gordon, you fucker!" screamed Dean as he tied the piece of cloth into a messy knot.
His green eyes narrowed at the blurry figure of his companion running away. Dean closed his eyes, biting his lips to help him focus. He took a deep, slow breath and prepared to die.
After nothing happened for a moment, Dean found only the desert looking back at him. He looked around, staring at all the dead bodies that were already being swallowed by the sand.
"What the...?" exclaimed Dean, holding his injured arm as he walked passed the corpses.
Suddenly the sand started moving on it’s own, coming towards him. Dean widened his eyes and held his arm closer to his chest as he started to run. Words were whispered on the wind and the soldier finally allowed himself to believe that the legend about that haunted place was actually real.
From one of the mountains surrounding the place, a lone figure was watching the retreating soldier as he got lost in the desert.
"Should we kill him?" a second figure asked, moving to stand next to him.
The first figure shook his head, still watching Dean. "No. Even if he talks about this place, no one will believe him; soon enough the desert will make sure he doesn't speak anymore."
-----
Cairo, Egypt.
He stood on his tiptoes, straining to put that last book in it's right place. Even he wasn't that tall, but nobody seemed to care that he had to struggle.
"Ford!"
Sam jumped in surprise at the shout and bumped clumsily into the shelf. Hard. The young man groaned at the impact and his eyes widened when the shelf started to fall.
Bobby arched an eyebrow from the doorway and Sam flinched as the shelf crashed loudly on impact with the floor. The old man scratched his beard.
Sam looked at him shyly, still holding some books in his hands.
"Problems?" asked Bobby sarcastically.
"Shut up. I told you one day this would happen; even I can't reach the last shelf," answered Sam heatedly.
"Down boy, I'm just messing with you. Come on, follow me.” Bobby turned his back from his young assistant and walked out of the ancient history section of the huge library.
Sam sighed, putting the books on the nearest table and leaving the room as well. He followed his boss until they reached the office and frowned as he entered, his mouth forming a tight, thin line.
"What is he doing here?"
"Nice way of greeting your brother, by the way," answered the man sitting on the visitor's chair, his feet swinging as he twirled a hat between his hands.
"Long time no see, stepbrother. Now what do you want?" sneered Sam.
"Now Sammy, play nice. Ash came here to see you, but he came here for business as well."
"You're doing business with him? You do know you're going to lose your money, right?"
"You hurt my feelings like that, little brother," replied Ash, putting a hand to his heart. He smiled brightly, handing him a piece of torn paper that had been underneath his hat a few moments prior.
"What is this?"
"This Sammy, is the location of the tomb of Azazel," answered Ash, beaming.
Sam gasped. "The yellow-eyed high priest? The cursed one?" He was having a hard time keeping himself from literally bouncing on his feet.
"The one and only. I knew you would like it."
"Wait a second," Sam opened the piece of paper, "where did you get this?"
Ash scratched his head sheepishly. "Well, you see, there was this guy in a bar..."
"You stole it from someone?!" Sam's cold glare could easily freeze hell. "I can't fucking believe you, Ash!!"
"Language, boy," warned Bobby from his chair.
"Sorry, professor," mumbled Sam. His lips thinned. "Where is he? I'll give it back right now! And no, I don't care it is something rare,” Sam continued before his brother could protest. “You stole it!"
"Fine, fine, I get it! There's just a little problem."
"What is it now?"
"The guy I took this from is..."
-----
Sam entered the Egyptian prison with his eyebrows arched. Even rats had better treatment than these poor guys. He followed the prison guard until they reached the guy he was looking for, and the guard beat his sword against the prison bars.
"Wake up, you low life! Someone is here to see you!" The guard smirked at him, showing his yellow teeth. "Call me if he gives you any trouble."
"Right," answered Sam, fighting a shiver of disgust as the guard went away.
He turned to look at the cell, but the prisoner was hidden in the shadows; just his feet were showing in the daylight. Sam coughed.
"Dean Winchester?"
The prisoner moved, standing up but still hiding himself.
"What do you want?" was the rough reply; a velvet, husky voice that sent shivers through Sam.
"Ahn... I know what my brother Ash did was horrible, but I came here to give your map back to you."
He watched the man walk forward, finally making an appearance. His blond hair was covering most of his face, mixing with his pretty long beard. A testament of how much time he had spent in prison. Sam couldn't see his face clearly, except for a pair of the most gorgeous green eyes he’d ever seen. He coughed politely, trying to come back to the situation at hand, and pushed the map through the bars of the cell to drop it on the floor. Dean’s raised eyebrow disappeared under his long hair.
"And you're giving it back to me because...?"
"It was wrong of him to steal from you," Sam shrugged, fighting to stay cool as he felt those eyes staring at him. "And mostly, because I have a proposition for you."
Dean stayed quiet, just watching him. Sam coughed again.
"So... I want to hire you as a guide. To the tomb of Azazel."
Dean turned around, going back to the shadows. "You're fucking crazy if you want to go to that place."
"I can be crazy, but I'm paying well."
He heard Dean chuckle. "Well, get me out of this prison and then we can talk about money and contracts."
Well... that was easy. Sam blinked and before he could say anything else, Ash appeared on the corridor waving with a piece of paper.
"I got his permission to go, little brother!"
Sam heard Dean chuckle again, and the sound was weirdly pleasant.
"When do we start...?"
"My name is Samuel. Samuel Ford."
"Nice meeting you, Sammy."
That nickname, pronounced by a virtually stranger, shouldn't have sound so... hot. What was wrong with him?
-----
"Where is he?"
"If I didn't know you little brother, I would say you have a crush. Oh, wait, I do know you." Ash chuckled at the glare he received. "Come on Sam, I know your preferences and green-eyed, mysterious people are your thing."
Sam looked away, blushing. It's not like he even knew the guy. He’d talked to him for what, five minutes? And underneath all that beard and hair, he could be very...
"Sorry I'm late. Let's put this show on the road."
...amazingly hot. Sam blinked at the Greek God that approached them. Dean was wearing some black trousers that fitted his powerful thighs combined with some military boots, the white shirt fitted what seemed to be a defined chest covered by black braces. But it was his face that held most of Sam’s attention. How could anyone be so freaking gorgeous like that? Even the stubble around the chin that could be cut from rock seemed to be drawn with perfection.
"So, Sam? Let's go?"
His brother’s voice pulled the librarian from his daydream. He blushed even further, hiding his eyes underneath his bangs as he nodded.
"Come on, we have reservations," he mumbled, turning around to hide his face from the blond as he walked towards the ship.
After almost three hours on the trip, Sam still couldn't stop remembering every detail that he saw on Dean. True, for some time now he’d known he would never marry and have children and everything other guys his age would. In times like these, he was glad for the family that adopted him after his parents died in a plane crash. Ash, besides all his flaws and unnerving manners, was his best friend. And his acceptance of what Sam liked was a blessing.
It was the first time he’d felt like this for any man. His encounters usually were hidden and in the dark of some unknown bar in Cairo. But with Dean...they were traveling and working together. It would be more than a one night stand if he was to begin anything.
"Idiot," mumbled Sam to himself. He didn't even knew if Dean even liked guys, so what was he thinking?
A knock on the door woke him from his musings. He put a shirt without bothering to close it and answered the door. He sucked in a breath when Dean smiled at him, the light from the oil lamp in the corridor helping Sam notice the freckles that were scattered on the blonde's face.
"Were you asleep? We have business," Dean said, shamelessly eyeing him up and down.
Sam flushed under the attention of those green eyes, stepping aside to let Dean enter his room. He clutched at his shirt, trying to close it without being too obvious. Dean passed him and sat on the wooden chair beside the bed, putting the old map on the desk in front of him. He took a pocket knife from his trousers and pointed at an ink stain on the left side of the map.
"This is the place where you want to be according to your brother. But let me warn you, there are some pals on the ship that are going to the same place as you."
"What?" exclaimed Sam, forgetting his shyness for a moment as he approached him and stopped behind Dean to peer at the map.
"Four young people like you. Their names are Ava, Andy, Jake and Lily."
"And you already know their names how?"
"Because unlike you, I got out of my room to gather important information."
"I was gathering important information too, thank you very much," replied Sam indignantly.
"Yeah, like what?"
"Like where exactly we can find the tomb of Azazel, and his treasures."
"You do know I already have the location, right?"
Sam sat on the bed and faced the blond. "Yes, but your location is an entire site. I mean the exact spot."
Dean smirked and stared at him. "I never thought I would say this one day, but I'm glad you're a geek."
"Fuck you, Mister Winchester," spat Sam, climbing to his feet.
Before he could say anything else Dean got up, moving right into his personal space. Sam gulped, cursing himself for feeling his heart make a triple jump. The blond smiled, licking his lips.
“I’ll let you call me Dean, Sammy-boy.”
He looked into those green eyes and felt the insane urge to just grab him and kiss him senseless. They’d moved closer to each other without noticing when a sudden noise outside the room woke them from that trance.
“We’re under attack!!”
Dean stepped back quickly and pulled the gun from his waistband. He went to the door, extending a hand towards Sam.
“You, stay here. Keep the map safe.”
“But...”
“Stay here.”
Sam grabbed the map, putting it in his pocket as Dean left the room. Great, now he was a damsel in distress. Could this get any weirder?
TBC