Exile in the Land of the Badbh Prologue
Fic Title: Exile in the Land of the Badbh, Prologue
Author Name: texankate
Artist Name: davincis_girl
Genre: SPN Slash
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 11300+
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my twisted brain.
Warnings: Boy sex, violence.
Prologue
Mitchell Scott was a man in need of more time. He didn't have enough time to finish his work. He didn't have enough time for his kids. He hadn't gotten laid in a month and a half. Time, contrary to what the song said, was not on his side.
He didn't really want to waste what little time he had on a road trip to his mother-in-law's house, either. The old bitch hated him, and thought he ruined her daughter's chance to do something with her life. Granted, she loved her granddaughters, but she always made a point of saying how Eve had gotten a full ride to Harvard law before Mitchell had gotten her pregnant. Then she would launch into a separate tirade about her dead husband and how he had held her back, too. It was an uncomfortable situation all around.
But his wife and daughters were too eager to see her, and he figured he could find something to do on his own while the girls went shopping.
"Mitch, watch how fast you're driving," Evie, his wife, said. "These roads are too winding."
"I'm fully aware of what these roads are like," Mitchell gritted out.
"Then slow the fuck down," Evie hissed.
"Daddy, can we watch Elmo?" Sophia asked from the back seat.
"MO! E-MO!" Lizzie screamed.
"Lizzie, please! Not so loud!" Evie said.
"ELLLLLMOOOO!!" the three-year-old screamed.
"Stop right this minute!" Evie yelled back.
Mitchell looked down to start the Sesame Street DVD for the girls. Between using one eye to find the right button and one eye to shoot daggers at his wife, he didn't see the large crow heading straight at the windshield until it was right in front of him. He jerked the wheel to the right, and stomped on his brakes. Amongst the many jobs he'd not had time for, he hadn't taken the SUV to the mechanic when he first noticed the brakes were a little mushy. He regretted that for just a moment, and at the end of that moment, the SUV carrying Mitchell, Evie, Sophia, and Lizzie slammed into the old oak tree. They died instantly, with no witness to the tragedy save a large hound and the man who followed him.
The man took them from the vehicle and tossed the bodies onto the ground. He didn't care much for the humans, but he hated to see a broken piece of machinery. He unhooked his tool belt and set it on the crumbled hood. He studied the vehicle for just a moment before picking up a hammer and tongs. He had work to do.
He straightened out the body first. His might arms pulled the metal straight and flat as if it were play dough. He easily tipped the SUV onto its side and straightened out the frame. He repaired the engine next, and closed the gaping wounds in the windshield with a swipe of a cloth. In the end, the SUV was as good as it had been before the crash. Better even. Now the brakes worked.
"Come along, Falinnish," the man said. He hefted the tool belt over his shoulder and grabbed his jacket.
The hound lifted his head and huffed out an annoyed sigh. He lumbered to his feet and followed the man down the path, away from the car. He walked around the bodies which were splayed over the ground, ignoring them in favor of the hope of live prey.
The bodies were happy to be ignored; the dead don't mind a slight here or there.
"Folks ought to take better care of their things," he grumbled, tucking his tools back into the belt.
Now, as the road, the SUV, and the bodies vanished in the distance, Lugh Samildánach walked on, looking for something new to fix.
The crow looked onto the scene with a satisfied glare, and then flew off into the woods.
Part 1
Author Name: texankate
Artist Name: davincis_girl
Genre: SPN Slash
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 11300+
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my twisted brain.
Warnings: Boy sex, violence.
Prologue
Mitchell Scott was a man in need of more time. He didn't have enough time to finish his work. He didn't have enough time for his kids. He hadn't gotten laid in a month and a half. Time, contrary to what the song said, was not on his side.
He didn't really want to waste what little time he had on a road trip to his mother-in-law's house, either. The old bitch hated him, and thought he ruined her daughter's chance to do something with her life. Granted, she loved her granddaughters, but she always made a point of saying how Eve had gotten a full ride to Harvard law before Mitchell had gotten her pregnant. Then she would launch into a separate tirade about her dead husband and how he had held her back, too. It was an uncomfortable situation all around.
But his wife and daughters were too eager to see her, and he figured he could find something to do on his own while the girls went shopping.
"Mitch, watch how fast you're driving," Evie, his wife, said. "These roads are too winding."
"I'm fully aware of what these roads are like," Mitchell gritted out.
"Then slow the fuck down," Evie hissed.
"Daddy, can we watch Elmo?" Sophia asked from the back seat.
"MO! E-MO!" Lizzie screamed.
"Lizzie, please! Not so loud!" Evie said.
"ELLLLLMOOOO!!" the three-year-old screamed.
"Stop right this minute!" Evie yelled back.
Mitchell looked down to start the Sesame Street DVD for the girls. Between using one eye to find the right button and one eye to shoot daggers at his wife, he didn't see the large crow heading straight at the windshield until it was right in front of him. He jerked the wheel to the right, and stomped on his brakes. Amongst the many jobs he'd not had time for, he hadn't taken the SUV to the mechanic when he first noticed the brakes were a little mushy. He regretted that for just a moment, and at the end of that moment, the SUV carrying Mitchell, Evie, Sophia, and Lizzie slammed into the old oak tree. They died instantly, with no witness to the tragedy save a large hound and the man who followed him.
The man took them from the vehicle and tossed the bodies onto the ground. He didn't care much for the humans, but he hated to see a broken piece of machinery. He unhooked his tool belt and set it on the crumbled hood. He studied the vehicle for just a moment before picking up a hammer and tongs. He had work to do.
He straightened out the body first. His might arms pulled the metal straight and flat as if it were play dough. He easily tipped the SUV onto its side and straightened out the frame. He repaired the engine next, and closed the gaping wounds in the windshield with a swipe of a cloth. In the end, the SUV was as good as it had been before the crash. Better even. Now the brakes worked.
"Come along, Falinnish," the man said. He hefted the tool belt over his shoulder and grabbed his jacket.
The hound lifted his head and huffed out an annoyed sigh. He lumbered to his feet and followed the man down the path, away from the car. He walked around the bodies which were splayed over the ground, ignoring them in favor of the hope of live prey.
The bodies were happy to be ignored; the dead don't mind a slight here or there.
"Folks ought to take better care of their things," he grumbled, tucking his tools back into the belt.
Now, as the road, the SUV, and the bodies vanished in the distance, Lugh Samildánach walked on, looking for something new to fix.
The crow looked onto the scene with a satisfied glare, and then flew off into the woods.
Part 1