Monster Chow - HL/SPN
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Title: Monster Chow
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: ClarksMuse
Rated: PG-13 for violence
Fandom: Supernatural & Highlander: Immortal!Dean universe
Characters: Dean Winchester, Duncan MacLeod and OC - JD Winchester
Prompt: #83 Wet for crossovers100 my table is here
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. JD Winchester is mine.
A/N: Other spawn adventures in the Immortal!Dean Universe can be found here
Summary: JD participates in his first real hunt with Duncan and Dean.
Monster Chow
Dean and Duncan had tracked the moss creature that had been killing the campers to its nest in the swamp. Careful to keep JD behind them, they had worked their way through the bog.
The air was heavy with humidity; JD’s shirt was already damp with perspiration and the muck of the marsh had probably ruined his boots, but that couldn’t dampen the excitement of his first real hunt. He hefted his shotgun as he stood waiting for his uncles to decide their next move.
“You’re the bait,” Duncan whispered as he gestured to the mud hovel just a few yards beyond their concealed location. “So, go be bait-y and I’ll back you up.”
“This is why I like hunting with Richie. I have seniority,” Dean grumbled as he approached the swap creature’s lair, gun in one hand and sword in the other.
Mac turned to JD. “Remember, if it comes after you, just shoot. That will slow it down. Don’t worry about hitting me or Dean, we’ll recover. The important thing is your safety.”
JD nodded. He figured that he wasn’t going to have much to do. Just being out of the hotel room was a victory.
“You must like the ones that need beheading,” JD said as he watched Duncan twirl his sword waiting for Dean to lure the creature out of its nest.
Mac smiled. “Always my favorite hunts. There aren’t many things that can survive losing the head. But in this case, it also happens to be the best method of disposal.”
They turned their attention to the mud hut as Dean began taunting the creature, sword poised over the entrance, but there was no response from the mound. Dean looked at them and shrugged. It seemed that the moss man wasn’t home.
“Stay here,” he told JD and went to join Dean.
“I thought this thing slept during the day?” Mac said as he reached Dean’s side.
“Guess we were wrong.”
“I’ll stand guard. You check out it out,” Duncan said.
Dean glared at Mac, who smiled and encouraged the younger Immortal to crawl into the muddy abode.
“Fine! But next time we bring Richie.”
Dean set his sword down and pulled a flashlight from his pocket. He knelt down in the muck groaning in disgust as the wet ground soaked into his jeans. Dean could hear Mac snickering behind him. Damn Highlander was enjoying this way too much.
Edging into the small space, he flicked the flashlight around. It was empty. Well, not exactly empty - the bones of the creature’s latest victims were strewn about, but the monster was definitely not in residence.
As he was backing out, he heard a roar and the sound of a body hitting the ground. Dean emerged to find Duncan knocked out and the creature, which looked like a cross between a pile of moss and a thorn bush, tearing at his insides. He knew the Immortal would recover, though it would take awhile.
Dean charged, sword raised ready to behead the thing. The marsh creature turned and deftly avoided Dean’s attack. The thing was fast, almost Wendigo fast. Duncan would be displeased at the opening he’d left at the end of his swing, which allowed the creature to grab him around the throat with one mossy covered mitt.
He felt the beginnings of unconsciousness as the grip on his throat tightened. Dean’s last thought before the darkness over came him was wondering if an Immortal could survive being eaten by a moss man.
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JD had watched as Uncle Dean had grudgingly entered the mud nest. The next thing he knew, Uncle Duncan had gone flying and the creature had Uncle Dean in a death grip. It had all gone by so fast that he barely had time to register what had happened.
He stood, overcome by panic, because unlike his uncles, if that creature gutted him, he would stay dead. He knew that if the creature by chance ripped off their heads, then it would be over for the Immortals as well. Since the seven-foot-tall walking pile of muck and moss certainly seemed capable of it, JD realized he had to act.
He wanted to hunt; wanted to be a part of the family business. He had to overcome his fear and rescue his uncles. Mentally, JD prepared himself for what he planned to do. Taking a deep breath and hefting his shotgun into the ready position, he emerged from his hiding place - firing at the creature’s head.
The thing recoiled from the impact and dropped Dean. JD emptied the shot gun and then pulled his .45 from the waistband of his jeans, keeping up the barrage. It wouldn’t kill the creature, but it was knocking him back and maybe Uncle Dean would recover before he ran out of bullets.
The creature howled in frustration and stared at him. The hesitancy on the part of the moss man gave JD the moment he needed to reload and continue firing. By that time, he had reached Duncan’s body. Trying not to look at the damage the creature had done, he searched for his uncle’s sword.
As he reached down to grab the weapon, the creature took advantage of his inattention to make its move. It roared as it grabbed JD by the neck and lifted him off his feet.
JD struggled, pawing at what passed for the creatures hands, but he was unable to get a grip on the slimy appendages. JD was scared in a way he’d never been before. He’s life was slipping away and he didn’t know how to stop it. He looked into the creature’s eyes and saw nothing but raw hunger staring back. Then suddenly the head was gone and JD found himself falling to the ground.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Dean yelled as he loomed over him.
JD was shaking as he sat up. He hugged his knees to his chest with one hand while the other rubbed his neck, trying to remove the feeling of the creature’s hand around his throat.
“JD?” Dean’s tone changed from one of anger to concern as he knelt in front of the teenager. He moved JD’s hand away as he examined the bruising around his neck and checked for other injuries. Gripping his nephew by the shoulders, he forced JD to meet his gaze. “You ok in there?”
The teenager stared at Dean, his uncle’s question and concern slowly registering. “Yeah, I’m ok.”
Dean smiled. “Good.” And then his expression turned dark. “What the hell were you thinking?” he repeated the angry question from earlier.
JD shrugged as a sheepish smile crossed his face. “That I wanted to save you before the moss man ate you. I figured I just had to distract him long enough for you or Uncle Duncan to come to.”
Dean couldn’t deny the logic of that. “Guess I’m happy not to be monster chow,” he admitted as he maneuvered himself into a seated position next to JD and slung a lazy arm around his shoulders. “But you shouldn’t have risked yourself that way.” Dean gave his nephew a squeeze and released him before the moment turned too sappy.
“What was I supposed to do?” JD pushed. “I’m either a hunter or I’m not. I either learn or…”
“Hey, don’t say that,” Dean silenced him. He studied his nephew’s face. “You still want to do this, after what just happened?”
JD didn’t even hesitate. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. I just need to get better at it.”
Dean was impressed and was struck again by just how much the kid reminded him of his teenage self. If JD was going to hunt, he needed to participate more. That also meant learning from his mistakes before he made a deadly one. “We’ve got some time to kill,” he said indicating Duncan’s still dead body. “Why don’t you tell me what you did while I was unconscious, and I’ll tell you where you went wrong.”
JD smiled and launched into the story.
Title: Monster Chow
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: ClarksMuse
Rated: PG-13 for violence
Fandom: Supernatural & Highlander: Immortal!Dean universe
Characters: Dean Winchester, Duncan MacLeod and OC - JD Winchester
Prompt: #83 Wet for crossovers100 my table is here
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. JD Winchester is mine.
A/N: Other spawn adventures in the Immortal!Dean Universe can be found here
Summary: JD participates in his first real hunt with Duncan and Dean.
Monster Chow
Dean and Duncan had tracked the moss creature that had been killing the campers to its nest in the swamp. Careful to keep JD behind them, they had worked their way through the bog.
The air was heavy with humidity; JD’s shirt was already damp with perspiration and the muck of the marsh had probably ruined his boots, but that couldn’t dampen the excitement of his first real hunt. He hefted his shotgun as he stood waiting for his uncles to decide their next move.
“You’re the bait,” Duncan whispered as he gestured to the mud hovel just a few yards beyond their concealed location. “So, go be bait-y and I’ll back you up.”
“This is why I like hunting with Richie. I have seniority,” Dean grumbled as he approached the swap creature’s lair, gun in one hand and sword in the other.
Mac turned to JD. “Remember, if it comes after you, just shoot. That will slow it down. Don’t worry about hitting me or Dean, we’ll recover. The important thing is your safety.”
JD nodded. He figured that he wasn’t going to have much to do. Just being out of the hotel room was a victory.
“You must like the ones that need beheading,” JD said as he watched Duncan twirl his sword waiting for Dean to lure the creature out of its nest.
Mac smiled. “Always my favorite hunts. There aren’t many things that can survive losing the head. But in this case, it also happens to be the best method of disposal.”
They turned their attention to the mud hut as Dean began taunting the creature, sword poised over the entrance, but there was no response from the mound. Dean looked at them and shrugged. It seemed that the moss man wasn’t home.
“Stay here,” he told JD and went to join Dean.
“I thought this thing slept during the day?” Mac said as he reached Dean’s side.
“Guess we were wrong.”
“I’ll stand guard. You check out it out,” Duncan said.
Dean glared at Mac, who smiled and encouraged the younger Immortal to crawl into the muddy abode.
“Fine! But next time we bring Richie.”
Dean set his sword down and pulled a flashlight from his pocket. He knelt down in the muck groaning in disgust as the wet ground soaked into his jeans. Dean could hear Mac snickering behind him. Damn Highlander was enjoying this way too much.
Edging into the small space, he flicked the flashlight around. It was empty. Well, not exactly empty - the bones of the creature’s latest victims were strewn about, but the monster was definitely not in residence.
As he was backing out, he heard a roar and the sound of a body hitting the ground. Dean emerged to find Duncan knocked out and the creature, which looked like a cross between a pile of moss and a thorn bush, tearing at his insides. He knew the Immortal would recover, though it would take awhile.
Dean charged, sword raised ready to behead the thing. The marsh creature turned and deftly avoided Dean’s attack. The thing was fast, almost Wendigo fast. Duncan would be displeased at the opening he’d left at the end of his swing, which allowed the creature to grab him around the throat with one mossy covered mitt.
He felt the beginnings of unconsciousness as the grip on his throat tightened. Dean’s last thought before the darkness over came him was wondering if an Immortal could survive being eaten by a moss man.
*************************
JD had watched as Uncle Dean had grudgingly entered the mud nest. The next thing he knew, Uncle Duncan had gone flying and the creature had Uncle Dean in a death grip. It had all gone by so fast that he barely had time to register what had happened.
He stood, overcome by panic, because unlike his uncles, if that creature gutted him, he would stay dead. He knew that if the creature by chance ripped off their heads, then it would be over for the Immortals as well. Since the seven-foot-tall walking pile of muck and moss certainly seemed capable of it, JD realized he had to act.
He wanted to hunt; wanted to be a part of the family business. He had to overcome his fear and rescue his uncles. Mentally, JD prepared himself for what he planned to do. Taking a deep breath and hefting his shotgun into the ready position, he emerged from his hiding place - firing at the creature’s head.
The thing recoiled from the impact and dropped Dean. JD emptied the shot gun and then pulled his .45 from the waistband of his jeans, keeping up the barrage. It wouldn’t kill the creature, but it was knocking him back and maybe Uncle Dean would recover before he ran out of bullets.
The creature howled in frustration and stared at him. The hesitancy on the part of the moss man gave JD the moment he needed to reload and continue firing. By that time, he had reached Duncan’s body. Trying not to look at the damage the creature had done, he searched for his uncle’s sword.
As he reached down to grab the weapon, the creature took advantage of his inattention to make its move. It roared as it grabbed JD by the neck and lifted him off his feet.
JD struggled, pawing at what passed for the creatures hands, but he was unable to get a grip on the slimy appendages. JD was scared in a way he’d never been before. He’s life was slipping away and he didn’t know how to stop it. He looked into the creature’s eyes and saw nothing but raw hunger staring back. Then suddenly the head was gone and JD found himself falling to the ground.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Dean yelled as he loomed over him.
JD was shaking as he sat up. He hugged his knees to his chest with one hand while the other rubbed his neck, trying to remove the feeling of the creature’s hand around his throat.
“JD?” Dean’s tone changed from one of anger to concern as he knelt in front of the teenager. He moved JD’s hand away as he examined the bruising around his neck and checked for other injuries. Gripping his nephew by the shoulders, he forced JD to meet his gaze. “You ok in there?”
The teenager stared at Dean, his uncle’s question and concern slowly registering. “Yeah, I’m ok.”
Dean smiled. “Good.” And then his expression turned dark. “What the hell were you thinking?” he repeated the angry question from earlier.
JD shrugged as a sheepish smile crossed his face. “That I wanted to save you before the moss man ate you. I figured I just had to distract him long enough for you or Uncle Duncan to come to.”
Dean couldn’t deny the logic of that. “Guess I’m happy not to be monster chow,” he admitted as he maneuvered himself into a seated position next to JD and slung a lazy arm around his shoulders. “But you shouldn’t have risked yourself that way.” Dean gave his nephew a squeeze and released him before the moment turned too sappy.
“What was I supposed to do?” JD pushed. “I’m either a hunter or I’m not. I either learn or…”
“Hey, don’t say that,” Dean silenced him. He studied his nephew’s face. “You still want to do this, after what just happened?”
JD didn’t even hesitate. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. I just need to get better at it.”
Dean was impressed and was struck again by just how much the kid reminded him of his teenage self. If JD was going to hunt, he needed to participate more. That also meant learning from his mistakes before he made a deadly one. “We’ve got some time to kill,” he said indicating Duncan’s still dead body. “Why don’t you tell me what you did while I was unconscious, and I’ll tell you where you went wrong.”
JD smiled and launched into the story.