The Mummy - Chapter three
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!
Previous chapters: 01 | 02
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah.”
“It was like... waiting for us, you know?”
“Keep believing in that, hon,” Ava said sarcastically.
“Bite me,” Andy retorted. “So, who wants to enter first?”
“Geek Boy over here should go first. Maybe he can decipher some of the inscriptions on the walls while we’re going passed them,” Jake suggested.
Sam blinked and looked sideways at Dean. The soldier just shrugged, lifting the torch he was holding higher.
“I’ll be right behind you if anything happens.”
“Okay.” Sam took a deep breath, getting one of the torches for himself, and entered the small space they found in the ruins of the lost City. It was a path for one of the tombs, he was sure of that much. He just didn’t know if it was the right one for Azazel’s tomb.
Dean enter right after him, followed by Andy, Ash, Lily, Ava, and Jake. Gordon stayed in the back to keep an eye on the entrance. Sam’s hazel eyes drank in the sight before him of a long corridor full of inscriptions. Finally, one of his dreams had come true. It was just so surreal he couldn’t believe it. Sam could vaguely hear the excited chatter behind him but his mind was mostly focused on the entire historical treasure he found just on that spot. What else was waiting for them?
“Like I said before, don’t cream in your pants, Geek Boy,” Dean chuckled, dangerously close to him.
“Shut up,” Sam mumbled, glad that the semi-darkness could hide his fierce blush.
“For a librarian, you don’t have any intelligent answers,” he teased, now walking beside him on the narrow corridor.
“Why waste my brains on you?” Sam shot back, glad that he still had the ability to play with the other man, not just ogle like a thirteen year old girl.
“Like I said, no intelligent answers.”
Sam ignored him as they reached the end of the corridor. They found themselves in a huge chamber that was full of gold and doors that led to the unknown. All of them gasped in awe.
“Wow, look at that,” whispered Jake as he approached Sam’s side. “Do you think it belonged to Azazel?”
“Apparently, yeah,” Dean answered, looking around. His hand was still firm on his gun.
“No. We’re in the Pharaoh chamber,” Sam told them calmly.
“What?” Ava walked over. “How can you tell?”
Sam pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “Do any of you know the story of Azazel, the yellow-eyed Priest?”
At the chilling silence, he sighed again.
“Okay, let me tell you. Once upon a time, during the rise of the High Egypt Empire, lived Azazel the High Priest. His powers were all over the kingdom and legend says that when he used his abilities, his eyes would glow a yellow color. It wasn’t a mystery to anyone, except the Pharaoh, that he wanted to usurp the throne. Until one day he caught Azazel performing a summoning ritual with one of his children, the first born son.”
“Let me guess, all hell broke loose?” Dean arched an eyebrow.
“Yeah. Azazel was arrested and condemned to the mummy curse, being buried alive. They say that with the help of the Book of Shadows anyone can raise Azazel from the dead. He can bring with him the nine plagues from Egypt and he will pursue the special son that will complete his interrupted ritual.”
“And you believe in this?”
“No, I don’t,” Sam replied dryly. “I’m just telling you what I learned about him.”
“You shouldn’t disregard the legends so easily,” Dean said seriously, much to everyone‘s surprise. “This place brings death.”
“Are you afraid?” Gordon mocked.
“No, and you would know that too if you hadn’t run away on your companions.”
“Enough, both of you,” Ash whispered, massaging his temples. “Guys, tell you what. Me and Sammy will go that way with Dean. The rest of you go with Gordon. That way, these two won’t kill each other.”
Andy shrugged. “Sounds good to me.”
“Right. We’ll meet back here in this chamber in one hour. Okay?” Jake suggested.
“Got it,” Dean replied, pointing with his gun towards Sam and Ash’s direction.
-----
“So what did you used to do before you went to jail?” Ash asked innocently.
Sam elbowed him in the stomach.
“Ouch, Sammy. What the fuck?”
Dean laughed a little, and Sam totally ignored the tingling sensation it brought to his stomach.
“I was in the army. After the incident where Gordon was…” he became somber for a minute, then shrugged. “Well, I worked here and there. The army wrote my retirement for traumatic disorder.”
“Traumatic disorder?”
“Yeah, imagine that,” Dean snorted. “Anyway, now I’m currently the guide for a geek boy and a crazy man in some freak ass mummy tomb. Cool, huh?”
“Totally cool,” Ash retorted right back. “If my little brother here wasn’t so obsessed about this freaking legend I wouldn’t be here, and--”
The two of them stopped short to keep from bumping into Sam. The librarian was looking at the path in front of them that was divided in two directions.
“Where should we go?”
“I’m going that way, you two go over there,” Ash pointed.
Sam fought his blush with all he had.
“Ash, don’t be stupid, let’s stick together,” Dean said.
"I can take care of myself just fine. If anything happens, I'll scream. Go."
Dean huffed but followed the other path anyway. Sam started following him when he heard Ash whisper, "you can thank me later, little brother. But only if you make out with him."
Sam didn't dignify that with an answer as he went after Dean.
The blond waited for him until they were walking side by side again in a comfortable silence. Sam thoughts were swirling between wondering what they could find about Azazel, and how the hell he would behave now that he was alone with Dean for the first time since the journey began.
"Is he always that weird? I mean, your brother?" asked Dean suddenly, breaking the silence.
"Actually, yeah." Sam laughed quietly. "You know what the first thing was he said to me when I came to live in his house? 'Welcome home, little brother. Avoid the maids at all costs, they usually ogle pretty ones like you in a heartbeat.' That's Ash for you."
"Your family seems pretty rich if you had more than one maid."
Sam shrugged. "My step-parents are in the ship business, so yeah, they were wealthy. I'm lucky they chose me out of any of other children in the foster house."
"Yeah, well... hey watch out!"
Before Sam even had time to react to the shout, Dean shoved him hard against the wall. The torch they were carrying fell to the floor leaving the corridor in only slight illumination. The bats passed right through where he was before, fading away in the darkness. Sam sighed before opening his eyes, then swallowed upon finding Dean so close to him. Their bodies still pressed against each other.
Dean smirked. "You know what?"
"What?"
"Those maids were right." whispered the soldier, sliding even closer. "You are a pretty one."
Sam barked out an awkward laugh, his cheeks burning fiercely in a blush.
"Sam?"
"Y-yeah?"
"I'm going to kiss you now, so that would be the time to punch me if you want."
The librarian widened his eyes and before he could respond he felt those sinful lips against his, demanding entrance. He moaned in surprise and soon that agile tongue was fucking through his mouth, making Sam mind swim with dirty images. His arms moved on their own accord and grabbed Dean by the shoulders to bring him closer.
The air grew thicker around them and when Dean pressed a powerful thigh between his legs. Sam’s loud moan was swallowed by Dean's greedy tongue. He started humping Dean's thigh, his trousers painfully tight as his cock grew harder with each assault of that tongue. Dean growled and grabbed his ass, Sam’s now fully hard cock pressing against Dean's equally hard shaft.
"Dean..." gasped Sam, his eyes at half-mast and dark with pleasure.
"God, I so want to fuck you right here and right now,” Dean hissed, in the process of creating a map of bite marks on his neck.
Sam arched his neck, crying out both at the bites and the words. His ass clenched against Dean's hand and his cock pulsed, the head wet with precome.
"You want it, don't you?" whispered Dean low and dirty against his ear, biting the lobe. "I can feel your ass clenching just thinking about it my cock all the way inside, stretching it."
"Fuck..." cursed Sam, his big hands tearing Dean from his neck and bringing his mouth close, biting that luscious bottom lip. "I want it. God, since the first time I saw you when we entered the ship, I wanted to rip your clothes off and ride you fast and hard right there on the floor."
Dean growled at hearing those words, the wild sound going straight to Sam's cock. He pressed the librarian closer to the wall and kissed him passionately again, letting go of his ass to fumble with the buttons of his trousers. Sam moaned greedily inside the kiss, clenching his hands on the broad shoulders.
"I knew it I couldn't leave you guys alone for what? Ten minutes?"
They broke from the intense lust fog with surprise, Sam pushing Dean away from him. Ash arched one eyebrow, a malicious smirk on his lips. The librarian tried to not blush much.
"How did you get here, anyway?" Dean asked, after coughing to hide his aroused voice.
"The path I took brought me here, I guess they all lead to the same spot," Ash shrugged. He put his right hand in his trouser pocket. "So...shall we continue or do you want some more time alone?"
Sam sputtered and stepped away from the wall, picking up the torch from the floor. Dean smirked in amusement and followed the librarian with Ash behind them. They definitely had unfinished business, but that could wait until later.
-----
"I can't believe it, we found it!"
"What, the mummy?"
"No, something so much better," Sam smiled widely. He started to dig at the opening of the wall and finally had a large enough hole so he could put his arm inside. He took out an old, leathered book that was torn around the edges. "Here."
Unimpressed, Dean arched an eyebrow. "A book? Are you serious?”
Sam glared at him. "It's not any book. It's the Book of the Dead, written by Anubis himself according to Egyptian mythology. I thought it was just a legend, but I'm holding it in my hands." By the end of the sentence Sam was almost giddy again.
"And what does this book do?"
"Legend says it has the power to bring the dead back to life," Ash replied, peering at Sam's hands. "Open it up, little brother. Let's see what's written inside."
Sam nodded and tore open the leather lock holding the book closed, carefully starting to look through the crinkled pages. A book that old could fragment in his hands at any moment.
Dean looked around them taking notice of the place, his lips pursing in thought. Suddenly he heard footsteps approaching, so light that only he noticed. He wasn't in the army for nothing, after all.
"Hey guys...I think we should be going."
When he didn't hear a response, he turned around to find Sam and Ash completely engrossed on the book. He rolled his eyes.
"Look. I think this is it, Ash," Sam said in awe, reading through the Egyptian words. The ancient language flowing from his mouth easily.
A strange wind passed through Dean and he frowned, seeing the flame on his torch flicker. Sensing something was wrong he quickly approached the two men.
"I don't think you should be reading--" he stopped when a gust of wind, stronger than before passed through followed by the sand on the floor raising up.
"I can't translate the last sentence, even though I can read it," Sam frowned.
"You'll have lots of time to do that back at Cairo," Ash consoled, putting his hand on Sam’s arm.
Dean finally stepped right in front of him and closed the book with a snap. Sam looked at him and saw cold determination in those green eyes.
"We’re going. Now."
"No, you're not going anywhere."
Startled by the new voice, the three men slowly turned around. The man in front of them was dressed in all black. Strange, black ink drawings marked the skin around his cheeks.
Dean widened his eyes in realization. "You were on the ship!"
The man smiled for a second before turning serious once more. He drew his sword and stalked towards them. "My name is John," he said in a gravelly voice. "I am the guardian of this place; the one responsible to keep people like you from disturbing the Tomb of Azazel or waking him up."
A scream suddenly echoed throughout the corridor. Coming from the chamber, no doubt. It sounded like Lily or Ava.
John snarled. "And you," he point one finger at Sam accusingly, "just brought death to us all, boy."
"Why is that?" Sam demanded, clutching the book close to his chest. He was determined not to let him see how that scream had terrified him.
"Because you just brought Azazel back to life."
The simple answer was punctuated with another scream.
John tilted his head. "Follow me. We have to get out of here if we want to survive."
The three men didn't think twice. As they started running, the whole place shook with the force of what felt like an earthquake. Dean thinned his lips. He’d had a feeling this place brought death. Now he was certain.
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!
Previous chapters: 01 | 02
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah.”
“It was like... waiting for us, you know?”
“Keep believing in that, hon,” Ava said sarcastically.
“Bite me,” Andy retorted. “So, who wants to enter first?”
“Geek Boy over here should go first. Maybe he can decipher some of the inscriptions on the walls while we’re going passed them,” Jake suggested.
Sam blinked and looked sideways at Dean. The soldier just shrugged, lifting the torch he was holding higher.
“I’ll be right behind you if anything happens.”
“Okay.” Sam took a deep breath, getting one of the torches for himself, and entered the small space they found in the ruins of the lost City. It was a path for one of the tombs, he was sure of that much. He just didn’t know if it was the right one for Azazel’s tomb.
Dean enter right after him, followed by Andy, Ash, Lily, Ava, and Jake. Gordon stayed in the back to keep an eye on the entrance. Sam’s hazel eyes drank in the sight before him of a long corridor full of inscriptions. Finally, one of his dreams had come true. It was just so surreal he couldn’t believe it. Sam could vaguely hear the excited chatter behind him but his mind was mostly focused on the entire historical treasure he found just on that spot. What else was waiting for them?
“Like I said before, don’t cream in your pants, Geek Boy,” Dean chuckled, dangerously close to him.
“Shut up,” Sam mumbled, glad that the semi-darkness could hide his fierce blush.
“For a librarian, you don’t have any intelligent answers,” he teased, now walking beside him on the narrow corridor.
“Why waste my brains on you?” Sam shot back, glad that he still had the ability to play with the other man, not just ogle like a thirteen year old girl.
“Like I said, no intelligent answers.”
Sam ignored him as they reached the end of the corridor. They found themselves in a huge chamber that was full of gold and doors that led to the unknown. All of them gasped in awe.
“Wow, look at that,” whispered Jake as he approached Sam’s side. “Do you think it belonged to Azazel?”
“Apparently, yeah,” Dean answered, looking around. His hand was still firm on his gun.
“No. We’re in the Pharaoh chamber,” Sam told them calmly.
“What?” Ava walked over. “How can you tell?”
Sam pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “Do any of you know the story of Azazel, the yellow-eyed Priest?”
At the chilling silence, he sighed again.
“Okay, let me tell you. Once upon a time, during the rise of the High Egypt Empire, lived Azazel the High Priest. His powers were all over the kingdom and legend says that when he used his abilities, his eyes would glow a yellow color. It wasn’t a mystery to anyone, except the Pharaoh, that he wanted to usurp the throne. Until one day he caught Azazel performing a summoning ritual with one of his children, the first born son.”
“Let me guess, all hell broke loose?” Dean arched an eyebrow.
“Yeah. Azazel was arrested and condemned to the mummy curse, being buried alive. They say that with the help of the Book of Shadows anyone can raise Azazel from the dead. He can bring with him the nine plagues from Egypt and he will pursue the special son that will complete his interrupted ritual.”
“And you believe in this?”
“No, I don’t,” Sam replied dryly. “I’m just telling you what I learned about him.”
“You shouldn’t disregard the legends so easily,” Dean said seriously, much to everyone‘s surprise. “This place brings death.”
“Are you afraid?” Gordon mocked.
“No, and you would know that too if you hadn’t run away on your companions.”
“Enough, both of you,” Ash whispered, massaging his temples. “Guys, tell you what. Me and Sammy will go that way with Dean. The rest of you go with Gordon. That way, these two won’t kill each other.”
Andy shrugged. “Sounds good to me.”
“Right. We’ll meet back here in this chamber in one hour. Okay?” Jake suggested.
“Got it,” Dean replied, pointing with his gun towards Sam and Ash’s direction.
-----
“So what did you used to do before you went to jail?” Ash asked innocently.
Sam elbowed him in the stomach.
“Ouch, Sammy. What the fuck?”
Dean laughed a little, and Sam totally ignored the tingling sensation it brought to his stomach.
“I was in the army. After the incident where Gordon was…” he became somber for a minute, then shrugged. “Well, I worked here and there. The army wrote my retirement for traumatic disorder.”
“Traumatic disorder?”
“Yeah, imagine that,” Dean snorted. “Anyway, now I’m currently the guide for a geek boy and a crazy man in some freak ass mummy tomb. Cool, huh?”
“Totally cool,” Ash retorted right back. “If my little brother here wasn’t so obsessed about this freaking legend I wouldn’t be here, and--”
The two of them stopped short to keep from bumping into Sam. The librarian was looking at the path in front of them that was divided in two directions.
“Where should we go?”
“I’m going that way, you two go over there,” Ash pointed.
Sam fought his blush with all he had.
“Ash, don’t be stupid, let’s stick together,” Dean said.
"I can take care of myself just fine. If anything happens, I'll scream. Go."
Dean huffed but followed the other path anyway. Sam started following him when he heard Ash whisper, "you can thank me later, little brother. But only if you make out with him."
Sam didn't dignify that with an answer as he went after Dean.
The blond waited for him until they were walking side by side again in a comfortable silence. Sam thoughts were swirling between wondering what they could find about Azazel, and how the hell he would behave now that he was alone with Dean for the first time since the journey began.
"Is he always that weird? I mean, your brother?" asked Dean suddenly, breaking the silence.
"Actually, yeah." Sam laughed quietly. "You know what the first thing was he said to me when I came to live in his house? 'Welcome home, little brother. Avoid the maids at all costs, they usually ogle pretty ones like you in a heartbeat.' That's Ash for you."
"Your family seems pretty rich if you had more than one maid."
Sam shrugged. "My step-parents are in the ship business, so yeah, they were wealthy. I'm lucky they chose me out of any of other children in the foster house."
"Yeah, well... hey watch out!"
Before Sam even had time to react to the shout, Dean shoved him hard against the wall. The torch they were carrying fell to the floor leaving the corridor in only slight illumination. The bats passed right through where he was before, fading away in the darkness. Sam sighed before opening his eyes, then swallowed upon finding Dean so close to him. Their bodies still pressed against each other.
Dean smirked. "You know what?"
"What?"
"Those maids were right." whispered the soldier, sliding even closer. "You are a pretty one."
Sam barked out an awkward laugh, his cheeks burning fiercely in a blush.
"Sam?"
"Y-yeah?"
"I'm going to kiss you now, so that would be the time to punch me if you want."
The librarian widened his eyes and before he could respond he felt those sinful lips against his, demanding entrance. He moaned in surprise and soon that agile tongue was fucking through his mouth, making Sam mind swim with dirty images. His arms moved on their own accord and grabbed Dean by the shoulders to bring him closer.
The air grew thicker around them and when Dean pressed a powerful thigh between his legs. Sam’s loud moan was swallowed by Dean's greedy tongue. He started humping Dean's thigh, his trousers painfully tight as his cock grew harder with each assault of that tongue. Dean growled and grabbed his ass, Sam’s now fully hard cock pressing against Dean's equally hard shaft.
"Dean..." gasped Sam, his eyes at half-mast and dark with pleasure.
"God, I so want to fuck you right here and right now,” Dean hissed, in the process of creating a map of bite marks on his neck.
Sam arched his neck, crying out both at the bites and the words. His ass clenched against Dean's hand and his cock pulsed, the head wet with precome.
"You want it, don't you?" whispered Dean low and dirty against his ear, biting the lobe. "I can feel your ass clenching just thinking about it my cock all the way inside, stretching it."
"Fuck..." cursed Sam, his big hands tearing Dean from his neck and bringing his mouth close, biting that luscious bottom lip. "I want it. God, since the first time I saw you when we entered the ship, I wanted to rip your clothes off and ride you fast and hard right there on the floor."
Dean growled at hearing those words, the wild sound going straight to Sam's cock. He pressed the librarian closer to the wall and kissed him passionately again, letting go of his ass to fumble with the buttons of his trousers. Sam moaned greedily inside the kiss, clenching his hands on the broad shoulders.
"I knew it I couldn't leave you guys alone for what? Ten minutes?"
They broke from the intense lust fog with surprise, Sam pushing Dean away from him. Ash arched one eyebrow, a malicious smirk on his lips. The librarian tried to not blush much.
"How did you get here, anyway?" Dean asked, after coughing to hide his aroused voice.
"The path I took brought me here, I guess they all lead to the same spot," Ash shrugged. He put his right hand in his trouser pocket. "So...shall we continue or do you want some more time alone?"
Sam sputtered and stepped away from the wall, picking up the torch from the floor. Dean smirked in amusement and followed the librarian with Ash behind them. They definitely had unfinished business, but that could wait until later.
-----
"I can't believe it, we found it!"
"What, the mummy?"
"No, something so much better," Sam smiled widely. He started to dig at the opening of the wall and finally had a large enough hole so he could put his arm inside. He took out an old, leathered book that was torn around the edges. "Here."
Unimpressed, Dean arched an eyebrow. "A book? Are you serious?”
Sam glared at him. "It's not any book. It's the Book of the Dead, written by Anubis himself according to Egyptian mythology. I thought it was just a legend, but I'm holding it in my hands." By the end of the sentence Sam was almost giddy again.
"And what does this book do?"
"Legend says it has the power to bring the dead back to life," Ash replied, peering at Sam's hands. "Open it up, little brother. Let's see what's written inside."
Sam nodded and tore open the leather lock holding the book closed, carefully starting to look through the crinkled pages. A book that old could fragment in his hands at any moment.
Dean looked around them taking notice of the place, his lips pursing in thought. Suddenly he heard footsteps approaching, so light that only he noticed. He wasn't in the army for nothing, after all.
"Hey guys...I think we should be going."
When he didn't hear a response, he turned around to find Sam and Ash completely engrossed on the book. He rolled his eyes.
"Look. I think this is it, Ash," Sam said in awe, reading through the Egyptian words. The ancient language flowing from his mouth easily.
A strange wind passed through Dean and he frowned, seeing the flame on his torch flicker. Sensing something was wrong he quickly approached the two men.
"I don't think you should be reading--" he stopped when a gust of wind, stronger than before passed through followed by the sand on the floor raising up.
"I can't translate the last sentence, even though I can read it," Sam frowned.
"You'll have lots of time to do that back at Cairo," Ash consoled, putting his hand on Sam’s arm.
Dean finally stepped right in front of him and closed the book with a snap. Sam looked at him and saw cold determination in those green eyes.
"We’re going. Now."
"No, you're not going anywhere."
Startled by the new voice, the three men slowly turned around. The man in front of them was dressed in all black. Strange, black ink drawings marked the skin around his cheeks.
Dean widened his eyes in realization. "You were on the ship!"
The man smiled for a second before turning serious once more. He drew his sword and stalked towards them. "My name is John," he said in a gravelly voice. "I am the guardian of this place; the one responsible to keep people like you from disturbing the Tomb of Azazel or waking him up."
A scream suddenly echoed throughout the corridor. Coming from the chamber, no doubt. It sounded like Lily or Ava.
John snarled. "And you," he point one finger at Sam accusingly, "just brought death to us all, boy."
"Why is that?" Sam demanded, clutching the book close to his chest. He was determined not to let him see how that scream had terrified him.
"Because you just brought Azazel back to life."
The simple answer was punctuated with another scream.
John tilted his head. "Follow me. We have to get out of here if we want to survive."
The three men didn't think twice. As they started running, the whole place shook with the force of what felt like an earthquake. Dean thinned his lips. He’d had a feeling this place brought death. Now he was certain.
TBC