Ten: Dark Side Of The Sun
Dean rolled over on the huge bed and gave a loud snort,
blinking as the early morning sun stung his eyes through
the room’s shades.
here was almost like dropping from hell into heaven
– almost. But then, maybe in his line of work
that phrase was a little too close for comfort.
the mayhem of Stull, though, the Winchesters couldn’t
ask for a better place to recover and lick their wounds,
both physical and mental.
vast and extremely luxurious log cabin belonged to the
Williams family, and while Kyle, their priest friend,
didn’t exactly have exclusive rights to its use,
he had been able to offer it to them for a month of
month here to Dean, Sam and John, would seem like a
year, maybe two.
all the seedy motel rooms they’d been subjected
to over the years, it was like sleeping in a palace.
A huge TV, a mammoth refrigerator filled with beer,
a hot tub. Heck, Dean may never want to hunt again if
he could just find a few local gals to share it all
course, that was in the little fantasy world that lived
inside his head sometimes. Right now, in the real world,
the Winchester family was hurting. Yes, they’d
pulled off a miracle and saved their dad from the church
in Stull, even that bitch Mia had been dealt with, but
every victory had a price.
just eight days at the cabin, Dean already knew what
that price was.
was acting perfectly normally, but every morning when
Dean woke and climbed from his bed, he expected Sam
to come tell him their dad was gone and all that was
left to prove he’d ever been here was one of his
customary goodbye notes.
in fact, Dean already knew this was the day it would
father had been subdued the previous evening, had been
drinking heavily, like his mind had finally given in
to what had happened to him. John masked it well, but
Dean could see the pain in those deep eyes, and he could
hear the ever-so-slight crack in that cavernous voice.
if there was one thing John Winchester wouldn’t
allow to happen, it was for his sons to see him anything
less than one hundred percent. He was a hunter, a fighter.
He needed to always be strong for them. A leader, no
his brother’s gangly shadow fell over the bed,
face scrunched in anguish, Dean sighed.
gone, right?” Dean pulled himself up, the words
coming out almost automatically.
face changed to one of uncertainty. “What? You
just say I’ve seen him that way before. After
let the small paper note drop from his fingers and Dean
could tell his brother was torn between anger and sheer
done so much, been through so much to save John, and
now they’d lost him again. The only evidence that
he’d ever been here just a few words scrawled
on a piece of paper.
that talk about spending time with us? That was all
just a bunch of crap, wasn’t it?” Sam’s
brow furrowed and he spun around abruptly.
that moisture in his eyes?
we can’t imagine what he’s been through.
Hell, we went through enough ourselves just trying to
get his ass back…this is something he has to get
through alone. Put yourself in his place.”
chewed on his bottom lip. “I have done, and I’d
want my family, Dean.”
well, you’re not Dad. He’s a soldier, not
a wuss college boy.” Dean stopped. This was becoming
about them, and it shouldn’t be. “Look,
Dad needs time. We have to give him that.”
turned back and grimaced as if the suggestion was more
than painful. “What happens when there is no more
time, Dean? What happens when he does one of these vanishing
tricks and we never see him again? We never get a chance
to say things that need saying. We never…”
His words trailed.
never gonna happen.” Dean ran a hand through the
front of his hair.
can you be so sure?” Sam huffed.
we won’t let it. We just won’t,
half-heartedly nodded, but he didn’t have chance
to argue further. Outside, somewhere down the small
lane that led to the cabin, a car horn hooted.
was a pathetic hoot, well suited to the ancient Ford
it belonged to.
out the silver, Sammy. Looks like we got visitors!”
Dean sighed with relief at the chance to change the
subject, if only for a short while. Whatever they thought,
whatever they wanted, ultimately, John’s life
was his own.
see them again, maybe when he was ready to talk about
what had happened.
he was ever ready to talk, then they would be ready
waiting for him.
Williams Family Cabin
watched Kyle Williams fumble with his hands for the
hundredth time and new the little priest was making
excuses for being here.
Kyle had come for, he’d abruptly put it on hold
the minute he’d found out about John’s absence.
he was blathering about old cases they’d worked,
how the church was changing, anything, but what was
actually troubling him.
something was troubling him. Kyle was pretty useless
at hiding his emotions. He just had too many tells.
He fidgeted with his glasses, he stammered at least
once in nearly every sentence, and on top of that, he
couldn’t stop looking at the cabin floor as if
he daren’t look either Winchester in the eye.
poured their old friend another cup of black coffee
and sat on the edge of the dining table in front of
him. “Okay, Moses, spill it. You didn’t
drive all the way out here just to talk crap. What’s
eating at you?”
gulped, nervous as ever. “I…I really didn’t
want to bother you with my own pathetic little problems
after all you’ve been through…”
squirmed. “No really, I’m sure it’s
whole lotta nothing that’s got you twitching like
you sat on a nest of fire ants with attitude. C’mon,
dude, you know us better than that.”
Kyle strung out the word, his beard ticking slightly
at the edge of his mouth. “I have this priest
friend who lives down in a small rural Mexican town.
I haven’t heard from him in a while and was wondering
if your father had any colleagues in the area who could
check on him…”
on him? You want hunters checking out a priest buddy
just because he hasn’t been in touch?” From
Sam’s expression, it was obvious he thought there
was more to it than that.
did Dean. “You think there’s some kind of
supernatural problem south of the border?”
don’t really know,” Kyle stammered again.
“Father Alvaro hasn’t answered any of my
calls or letters for weeks. It’s so not like him.
And the last time I spoke to him…” The priest
mentioned something weird going on,” Sam prodded
as he took a sip of his coffee.
really mentioned anything, no. Let’s just say
he was acting, well, rather strangely. Not quite himself.”
Kyle sighed and sat forward on his chair. “I’m
sorry to even ask when you have so many problems of
your own, but do you know of anyone who could check
he’s still Father Alvaro and not some black-eyed
skank?” Dean didn’t mess with niceties.
Kyle wouldn’t want him too, he knew the man well
enough to know that.
not saying he’s possessed, but, well, after some
of my more recent experiences with you two, I can’t
rule anything out. It could simply be stress…”
you don’t think so, or you wouldn’t be here,”
Sam pointed out, picking at a piece of cold toast absently
as if he had too much already buzzing through his head
without the extra burden Kyle was offering.
don’t know what to think. If you know anyone who
is capable of finding out, or just a contact number,
I’d be grateful.”
need, Moses.” Dean slapped Kyle on the shoulder
so hard he was jarred forward and winced. “Sammy
and I just lost our one reason to be holed up in this
joint of yours. I guess that means we’re available
for business, huh, Sasquatch?”
expression said he’d rather be hitting the road
after their father than some stressed out priest, but
he smiled at Kyle anyway and nodded his head.
Kyle noted the younger Winchester’s reluctance,
he didn’t show it. “No really, I couldn’t
ask it of you.” He swallowed hard.
not asking, we’re telling.” Dean stole the
last piece of wholewheat toast from the plate in front
of his brother and grinned. “On one condition.
You buy breakfast on the way out. I think your family
eats way too healthily for me. I couldn’t find
one burger in your freezer, man.”
couldn’t help but chuckle. “I think I can
manage that,” he agreed. “Just don’t
expect me to partake.”
patted his stomach playfully. “Wouldn’t
dream of it, Moses. Gotta save all the greasy good stuff
Ciudad Del Maldecido,
A Few Days Later…
Sam watched as his brother drove the Impala down the
dusty Mexican roads, wondering just what they were doing
here so soon after Stull. They should have stayed at
the Williams cabin longer. Dad should have stayed with
did the should always turn into the never
with the Winchester family? Why did John always
feel a need to shut his kids out?
suspected that this time it was because of what he’d
seen in the alternate universes. How did a father live
with seeing his youngest son do terrible things? Because
that was what Sam assumed had happened.
was a simple fact that in some of those realities Sam
had been a bastard. He’d met one such version
himself, so it would be no surprise if John had too.
course, there was just as much chance their father had
seen Dean doing awful deeds, or maybe Dean or Sam dying
possibilities were endless, and until John actually
opened up, they’d never really know.
never be able to help him.
what were they doing instead of finding him and actually
trying? They were cruising down Mexican dirt tracks
looking for a priest who was probably just too stressed
and too busy to answer a few calls from a fellow cleric.
Kyle isn’t that shallow. He’s been with
us on hunts. He must sense something is really wrong
down here. Sam appreciated Kyle’s intuition,
he had to – the priest was a fellow psychic who
had visions just as scary as his own. So, a priest
acting strangely doesn’t make him possessed…
that bug crept a little too far?”
Sam jumped a little on the bench seat, startled slightly
by his brother’s sudden question. He’d been
too deep in thought to expect it, and now he felt an
ass because he had no clue what Dean was talking about.
know,” Dean chuckled. “That bug that’s
obviously been up your ass since we left Montana.”
puffed out a deep breath of air. “Sorry, I just
can’t help thinking about Dad. About how we failed
know,” Dean simply said, surprising Sam. “But
all we can do until he’s ready to talk is hunt.
Hell, it’s all we know how to
guess,” Sam admitted as they bounced over a pothole,
passing a dusty sign announcing their arrival in town.
“It never makes it feel better, though.”
a little sun on our bones will do that. With any luck
there’s squat happening down here and we can catch
a few rays, then go find Dad. I’m kinda hoping
he contacts Bobby or maybe Joe Bearwalker before too
slid down his side window and slowed the car as they
approached a corner with a small, wizened man standing
aimlessly on its sandy tip.
there.” Dean smiled. “We’re looking
for the only church in town. Father Alvaro ring any
man’s face crumpled into a smile in return and
he suddenly looked like a shrunken piece of fruit more
than a person. “Si,” he chirped happily
and pointed towards another side road. “You can
find Father Alvaro down that street, but he only rings
bells on Sundays…”
scowled and Sam knew his brother wasn’t sure whether
the man had genuinely misheard him, or was being sarcastic.
the end, Dean simply nodded, slid up his window and
he was creepy.”
Dean, he was just a local who misunderstood your question.
Seemed pretty pleasant to me.”
Dean’s frown deepened. “Well he seemed like
a human version of Speedy Gonzalez to me. Trust me,
the guy knew what I meant.”
shook his head. “And I thought I was the one having
a bad reaction to Dad leaving.” He crossed his
arms and watched more dusty pavements go by. This was
going to be hard work.
ahead, as they passed over the brow of a hill, a small
church appeared. The place was white and looked ancient,
like villagers here had constructed it over a century
whistled. “Man, that thing would be at home in
a friggin’ Spaghetti western.”
the place better now it makes you think of Clint Eastwood?”
Sam chuckled as Dean pulled the Impala over to the verge
to inspect the tiny church further.
Dean groused haughtily. “The whole town gives
me the creeps. As in, I don’t wanna stay one damn
night here alone kinda creeps.”
looked taken aback. It wasn’t like Dean to judge
a place so quickly. They’d met one local, and
seen Father Alvaro’s church from a distance at
best. What could make his brother so edgy, so fast?
you serious?” he eventually asked.
stuffed his hands in his pockets and began walking up
a pebbled path to the church. “Damn straight I’m
serious. I got a bad feeling about this one, Sammy,
and I’m not getting caught with my pants down.”
unless there’s a hot senorita close by, at the
very least,” Sam mumbled under his breath as he
apparently heard the comment and scowled back at him.
“I’m not kidding here. In fact, once we’ve
talked to the priest, I’m heading the Impala right
back outta town and sleeping in my baby tonight. No
local motels for me, dude.”
looked amazed. “What? You’re scared
Anthony Perkins is hiding behind the shower curtain?”
I’m scared maybe something is hiding behind the
shower curtain.” Dean huffed, apparently not seeing
the funny side of his brother’s comments. He was
definitely wired, but Sam couldn’t figure out
why. Not even John’s disappearance should have
made him this suspicious.
are we going inside,” Dean prompted. “Or
are we standing here all day talking about my apparent
reached out a long gangly arm and grabbed the archaic
wooden church door, tugging back until it creaked open.
The inside of the little basilica smelled musty as they
entered, the overall appearance of the place being more
like a barn than a house of God.
are we sure Jesus wasn’t born here? ’Cause
it sure looks old enough…” Dean whirled,
doing a one-eighty of the structure.
That’s blasphemy,” Sam warned.
God gonna do, sue me?”
started as a terrified scream echoed from the bowels
of the church, and for a moment Sam was pretty sure
his brother believed he was being reprimanded for his
profanity. He blinked, hesitated and then made a dash
for the sound as it came again.
followed close behind, both brothers instinctively drawing
scream was guttural this time, as if the perpetrator
was giving in to whatever was assailing him. The rasping
noise seemed to come from behind a thick velvet curtain,
and as the Winchesters tore through it, it became apparent
that this was the attending priest’s quarters.
the..?” Sam skidded to a halt as he realized what
was happening, the surprise on his face echoed by his
Alvaro seemed to be being attacked – but not by
a human, by an ethereal form that manifested itself
in a similar shape and cloudy appearance as a “suitless”
this thing wasn’t black. It wasn’t even
the brothers stared on, they had to shield their eyes
from the being, its white effervescent glow was so intense.
The edges of the creature appeared even more iridescent,
their shimmering, pulsing tendrils oozing with a deep
that has got to be the weirdest demon I have
ever seen.” Dean gulped, and then suddenly seemed
to remember exactly why he was here.
stuffed a hand into his jacket and fumbled inside as
the entity engulfed the flailing priest.
going for his mouth and nose! Classic demon style!”
Sam urged his brother to hurry, but other than his words
or encouragement, there was little he could actually
do to help.
finally tugged out the angel feather from his pocket
and paused, amazement crossing his features for a second
time in one day. The feather should be bleeding in such
close proximity to a demon, but there was nothing.
fact, if anything, the plumage was causing a strange,
tingling sensation in Dean’s palm like static
Hit the thing with the feather!” Sam was frantic
as the entity pushed further at the feeble priest, testing
Alvaro, wanting to get inside him to use him as its
Dean still appeared dazed, simply staring at the feather,
Sam pulled a short sawed-off from under his jacket and
fired. Rock salt wouldn’t hurt the thing, but
it might piss it off enough to leave the priest alone.
plan worked just a little too well.
he could even gauge if his shells would glean a response,
Sam felt something pick up his body and throw it backwards.
sensation felt wrong somehow, somehow a softer tackle
than he had grown to expect from Lucifer’s hellspawn.
His spine argued differently as it hit a pew and he
lay momentarily winded.
would you just stop getting tossed around like that?
It’s getting kinda old…”
blinked and wanted to give a suitably sarcastic response,
but somehow he just couldn’t take his eyes from
the fleeing demon creature as it vanished through the
holes in the tiny church roof, dissipating into the
warm Mexican sun.
you two gentlemen alright?”
voice was soft and unexpected from the small, conservative-looking
priest who greeted them as Dean pulled Sam back to his
brushed himself down. “Just a little hurt pride.”
He looked at the priest, concern in his eyes. “What
saw it too, then?” Alvaro looked shaken, as if
he’d expected them to deny the creature’s
saw,” Dean confirmed.
shook his head, the wide-brimmed hat he wore bobbing
to and fro until it almost looked comical – almost.
“I don’t know why I should be singled out
by such evil,” he muttered, obviously still stunned.
“I’m a simple, God-fearing man, and so are
my congregation. Why would something like this appear
in Ciudad Del Maldecido?”
don’t know.” Sam offered his hand. “But
maybe we can help you find out. I’m Sam, and this
is my brother Dean. We’re friends of Father Williams.
He got worried after you didn’t reply to any of
his messages, so we said we’d check on you while
we’re in town.”
took the proffered palm and shook it heartily. “Any
friend of Kyle is a friend of mine. He’s a little…shall
we say, timid at times, but a very good cleric.
I’m confused about his messages, though.”
Alvaro abruptly looked troubled. “I’ve never
received any letters or missed any calls that I know
shared a knowing look with his brother. If the thing
that attacked Alvaro was a demon, it wasn’t beyond
the realms of possibility that it had blocked the calls
was something here, something about Alvaro that it seemed
to want badly.
anything strange happened in town recently?” Dean
slid the feather back in his pocket as he talked, apparently
aware of Alvaro staring at it intently.
priest shook his head. “Nothing strange ever
happens in a small community like this.” He chuckled
weakly. “In fact, some might say nothing happens
here at all, period.” There was a pause while
he considered something. “Although, we are getting
ready for the spring festival. It’s a happy time
for the locals and visitors alike.”
caught a look from Dean at the priest’s last sentence,
and he realized that Alvaro might think it was a happy
time here, but Dean definitely did not.
one small expression, Sam could tell that Dean was still
feeling the freaky vibe he’d sensed in the Impala.
Dean wasn’t even the psychic one.
why aren’t I sensing anything here? Sam internally
questioned himself as Alvaro continued to talk.
are you staying over in town tonight?” The priest
looked like he might actually be hoping they were. Was
that fear on his tanned features? “You’re
very welcome to stay here with me for the night. You
can then enjoy tomorrow’s festivities without
the hassle of returning.”
hastily stepped up to answer. “Nah, that’s
okay, padre, we already have a place for the night.”
huffed, knowing he’d be heard. What the hell was
Dean up to here? They most definitely did not have a
room, and from the looks of the size of the town, it
wasn’t exactly going to be full of hotels, motels
and holiday cabins.
ignored the huff as expected and pulled a card from
his wallet with both brothers’ cell numbers on.
“If you see anything out of the ordinary, and
I mean anything, just give us a call.”
took the card and looked at it skeptically. “I
really doubt there is much anyone can do here.”
he sighed. “Except God, of course. We must all
put our trust in him.”
well just look upon us as God’s favorite tool
kit and you’ll do alright.” Dean pointed
to the card again. “Just call if you think that
skank sonofa – ” He caught himself. “If
that thing shows up here again, okay?”
priest nodded sadly and watched as the two brothers
left the church.
Dean stepped through the arched doorway, he grunted
as he narrowly escaped walking into a small boy. The
native Mexican was sweeping up with what resembled a
that thing could be lethal in the wrong hands,”
Dean quipped as the handle of the brush barely missed
his groin. “What if some day I plan on having
a runt like you?”
boy pulled a face as if to say he didn’t really
care one way or the other. “Maybe you should look
where you’re going then?”
right,” Sam chuckled. “You do kinda walk
around like you have blinkers on sometimes.”
scowled and looked back down at the boy. “What’s
a kid like you doin’ hanging around a church anyhow?
Shouldn’t you be off playing with the other rugrats?”
boy shrugged. “I help out here. I have no family
to speak of, and Father Alvaro took me under his wing.
It’s better than some kids have around here.”
kneeled until he was as level with the kid. “So,
what’s our regular boy scout’s name? You
do have a name, right?”
the boy offered proudly, his chest puffing out.
smiled. “So, Ernesto, have you ever seen anything
weird around the church? Anything unexplainable?”
was Ernesto’s turn to chuckle. “Like what?
La Llorona?” The boy huffed sarcastically
and shook his head, ambling away with the broom still
clutched firmly between his small fingers.
kid has entirely too much sass for his size,”
Dean noted with a scowl.
cheeks dimpled. “Kinda like someone else I knew
at that age…”
Ciudad Del Maldecido
munched on his shredded beef taco and attempted to continue
talking at the same time – a fine art that he
had managed to perfect as a small boy.
telling you, man, anything our angel feather can’t
fry has to be major league…”
don’t know that,” Sam countered, keeping
his eyes on the brothers’ laptop screen rather
than his sibling’s over-full mouth. “Let’s
face it, we don’t even know that it’s a
telling me there’s somethin’ else out there
that looks and moves like one of Satan’s bitches?
C’mon, white smoke, black smoke, it all boils
down to that freak trying to ice a priest. That
has gotta be a bad guy…”
sighed and finally looked up. “Well, if it is
a demon, I’m not finding any activity here in
town until today. No signs, no mysterious deaths, nothing.”
He frowned as the last part of the sentence left his
got something? Other than gas from all those vegetables
you eat,” Dean quipped, picking up a second taco.
brushed off the comment, scrutinizing the screen. “It’s
probably nothing, but there was a murder here just over
a year ago.”
swiveled the laptop around so they could both get a
view. A local newspaper’s online archive filled
the monitor. “It says the victim had his heart
cut out and then the body was skinned.”
grimaced as his brother read out the information, the
taco he was eating dropping back onto his plate as his
appetite suddenly waned. “That’s just gross.”
the flayed flesh was never discovered, but some drifter
was arrested for the crime.” Sam brought up an
image of the convicted man. “He was apparently
sent to a local mental institute for evaluation and
is still there – at least, according to this article.”
you think this is all connected to Father Alvaro’s
attack or what, Samantha?” Dean eyed the half-eaten
taco as if it contained the missing flesh.
then, for all he knew, it might. They’d encountered
weirder things in their time as hunters.
shrugged. “I think we should go talk to Alvaro
again in the morning. Right now we need to find a motel
or room before it gets dark.”
shook his head. “No motels, dude. My hinky vibe
hasn’t gone away on this one. I’m thinkin’
we drive outta town and find a nice place to park my
baby for the night.”
you nuts? Camp out?” Sam screwed up his face,
but it was clear from his brother’s expression
Dean wasn’t going to back down. “I get the
car,” he begrudgingly yielded. “If you want
to play Davy Crockett then you get to be the one to
sleep under the stars.”
me. Least I won’t have to listen to you snoring
all night long.”
so don’t snore!”
on, man.” Dean smirked playfully. “Why do
you think it’s always me that gets the hot skirt
opened his mouth to answer, then shook his head and
tucked into his own food, obviously not rising to the
Outside Ciudad Del Maldecido,
Later that night…
The fire hissed, spitting sparks like an angry serpent
as Dean tossed on a small segment of wood and watched
as the flames dared to wrap around it. Fiery tendrils
lapped at the ensnared piece of timber like a Venus
Fly Trap, eating into the broken branch, needing to
feed from its twisted form.
wasn’t cold, but the orange-yellow glow from the
camp fire brought him an inner warmth he sorely needed
after spending only a few hours in the local town.
wasn’t like him to spook easily, but the place
was wrong somehow and he was damned if he could figure
out where the gut feeling was coming from.
glanced over at the Impala only a few feet away. Inside,
Sam slept with his head against the half-open window,
oblivious to his sibling’s woes.
now and again, a small snort burbled from his nose and
throat as he dreamed fitfully of another time and place.
In the morning, he would probably be sore from his cramped
sleeping position and his brother would pay for suggesting
their impromptu camping trip.
wondered if Sam was recalling Stull as he groaned again,
tossing over onto his side even further. But then, could
either of them ever forget it?
nightmarish imagery flickered across the hunter’s
of a dark place.
bad place where demons roamed in a smoke-filled Gehenna
of blood and sulfur.
church with no entry, no exit, but a thousand doors
that just begged to be opened and then locked again
forever at their master’s whim.
shuddered and lobbed another broken branch on the already
blazing fire. He had to forget Stull. It was the past.
It was over – at least for now.
never over, you know that, Winchester, his mind
screamed. This is just a lull, another small time
gig before the storm comes right on back and bites you
in the ass.
this wasn’t just another hunt. There was more
to it than that, wasn’t there?
envisaged the interior of a stony, crumbling church
again, but this time not the vanishing basilica from
his hometown. The memory was fresher than that, but
still as painful.
were supposed to be holy places, protected by God, and
yet God seemed to so often let his disciples be attacked,
even killed under such divine roofs.
closed his eyes, trying to picture the strange new demon
that had attacked Father Alvaro. Despite hours of research
until the laptop battery had finally died, Sam hadn’t
been able to find one heathen creature that fit the
glowing thing’s description.
then there was the angel feather.
the hell hadn’t it bled?
thought occurred to Dean that maybe the feather had
only so much magic to give, and they had used it all
up back in Stull. Part of him even hoped the idea was
right, because otherwise it meant there was a whole
new entity out there they had no means of fighting.
if friggin’ Lucifer wasn’t enough…
a whim, Dean let his left hand slide to his jacket pocket
and he pulled out the pure white feather whilst simultaneously
taking a slug of beer with his right hand.
there was nothing better than a little alcohol to help
the synapses fire up, or better still, to help bury
memories he’d rather not resurface.
he gulped down the last of his Coors, he examined the
piece of plumage, realizing for the first time it was
larger than that of any bird.
sat silently in his palm now, but he could still mentally
recall the static charge it had emitted during his encounter
with the new “demon.” The feather had prickled
his skin, making the tiny hairs on the back of his hand
had been no pain, but he was sure there was a message
to be had from its new reaction.
didn’t you bleed?” He mouthed at the inanimate
and very silent object. “What makes that overgrown
light bulb any different from any other freak you’ve
helped me gank?”
feather looked back innocently.
could you forsake the one person who has faith in you?”
stifled the urge to toss down the ivory quill. He wanted
so badly to crush the thing in his palm, and deny that
it had ever existed.
that angels had ever existed.
was never about faith, Dean…”
voice was low and soft, with an ethereal tinge that
stopped the hunter from instantly turning to see its
sucked down a breath from between his teeth, realizing
that the sounds of every single nocturnal creature under
the Mexican night sky had ceased.
he turned, one hand deliberately moving to the back
of his belt where his .45 rested. He let his fingers
caress the Colt, but as of yet, he didn’t attempt
to draw it.
man before him looked wryly amused, his steely blue
eyes flashing with some untold knowledge.
Dean, the man looked like some Wall Street banker, dressed
complete in a suit with a slightly disheveled tie and
a long overcoat Colombo would have been proud of.
such a person would be doing walking off a rutted Mexican
back road was anyone’s guess – unless, of
course, he was a demon.
the hell else would this freak know my name?
this was even the very thing that had attacked Father
the hell are you?” Dean snapped. “Lucifer’s
still pissed enough over getting his ass whooped to
send a goon after us, huh?”
exactly…” The man’s head cocked to
the left just a tick, as if he were a child evaluating
a new toy, and Dean noticed his lips looked dry and
cracked, as if he’d been out in the sun too long.
then, maybe he had. Maybe that was why he was acting
like he had a bug up his ass.
finally let his fingers encompass the Colt and he pulled
it, aiming at the newcomer one-handed while he kept
the feather in his other palm.
it hadn’t worked in the church, but if he was
about to get attacked, he wasn’t above trying
its powers again.
dared to glance down for any signs of blood, but the
plumage remained perfectly white. The fronds that erupted
from its bony white shafts, however, seemed to bristle
in the moonlight, as if charged by some unknown source
like in the church...
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