natasha.
𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦
into the woods.
supernatural fandom
canons only
dean & sam winchester
assignment
1,708 words
TW: violence; gore; language.
“I didn’t even know we had a place called Crete,” Dean muttered as he drove past the large signboard which welcomed them into the small village in Will County, Illinois. “Isn’t that some city in Greece?”
“An island, actually,” Sam replied, looking closely at the map in his hand. “In fact, the biggest island in Greece.” At this point, however, Sam was past giving his brother a disappointed look for his lack of historical knowledge. “Also, take a left up here,” he added, gesturing with one hand to a turning in the road. It was dark out, and they’d been driving most of the afternoon and evening. Originally, the brothers had decided to go through with their newest supernatural investigation in the morning, after catching up on some sleep, but since the site of all the accidents were reported to be close to the entrance of the small village known as Crete, they had decided to get it over with and then check into a motel.
As they neared the spot that Sam had marked in his map, he held a hand out as a signal to slow down. “Yeah, the disappearances usually happen around here.”
It was a normal looking road, that presumably headed deeper into a part of the village. On either side of the road were trees. The forest was dense, by the looks of it, however it was also dark so Sam didn’t know for sure.
Dean parked the car on the side of the road and cut the engine, following which, both boys stepped out, with Sam abandoning the map in his seat before he shut the door and moved to the trunk.
“What exactly are we dealing with again?” Dean asked as he popped the trunk to survey what weapons they had. Unless they knew what they were dealing with, it would be hard to choose what exact weapon would help them defeat whatever supernatural force they were up against.
“Apparently, for the past two weeks, any family entering or leaving the village has been stopped at the border by something,” Sam explained, reaching for a knife that was coated in bronze. “It’s only families that have been attacked. Specifically families with little kids, because… well, it’s the kids that end up dead.”
Dean looked at Sam with a disgusted expression. “This thing is killing kids? Innocent children? And what happens to their folks?”
Sam shrugged. “All of them are usually unconscious when it happens. They swerve after seeing something on the road, and they get knocked out. When they wake up, they’re the only ones left in the car.”
“So what you’re telling me is that we have no idea what we’re dealing with?” Dean concluded.
Sam pursed his lips. “Not exactly. One eyewitness, a teenage girl, said that she saw… a shark.”
Dean stared at him. “A shark?” He echoed. “In the woods? What, is there some huge lake in there, or something?”
Sam shook his head. “She said, and I’m quoting her here, that she ‘saw a woman turn into a shark’ right before her eyes. Rows of teeth and all. I’m guessing it’s probably like a humanoid shark? Like a few months ago, when we had to deal with Black Bill.”
Dean took a moment but then remembered what Sam was talking about. “Guy with a goat head. Right. So if it’s a shark, do we just go in with guns and hope it works?”
“Well,” Sam held up the bronze coated knife he’d just picked up. “I did a little research and, if this is something to do with gods like Black Bill, then I think I might know what we’re dealing with.”
Dean remained silent, as if to let Sam continue, and so he did.
“In Greek mythology, there was this woman named Lamia. She had an affair with the king of the gods, Zeus, and when his wife found out, she wasn’t all that happy about it so she… she stole Lamia’s children and murdered them.”
“So we’re dealing with another god? Didn’t we already deal with Zeus?” Dean looked exhausted as he grabbed a shotgun for himself and then shut the trunk after also pulling out a flashlight.
“No, not a god. So, after Lamia’s children were murdered, Zeus turned her into a shark-like monster so she could devour other innocent children for revenge.” The idea sounded bizarre to Sam, but then again, so were most of the supernatural creatures they dealt with.
“So we’re dealing with a crazy shark lady who eats children,” Dean summed up, which was more of an accurate conclusion this time around, so Sam nodded.
“When we were dealing with Zeus, normal weapons didn’t work, but he was a god and Lamia, well she’s a monster. And in Greek lore, monsters could apparently be killed with bronze so hopefully this works,” Sam said, twirling the blade between his fingers before gripping it firmly at the hilt.
“Alright then,” Dean said, turning on his flashlight and directing it toward the dense forest. “Let’s go kill this bitch.”
And so they went. The two brothers ventured into the woods, trying to listen for anything besides the sound of leaves crunching under their feet, or the sounds of crickets chirping and making the night a little less eerily quiet.
It wasn’t long before they both began to hear some odd sounds. Sam could have sworn he heard a low growl. He didn’t even know sharks could growl. All that came to his mind was the image of a shark snapping its jaws shut on his face, as if this was some sort of movie.
Then again, the whole lives of the Winchester brothers could be turned into a movie with all they experienced on a daily basis.
Sam held his knife up in a defensive position and Dean stood a few feet away, shotgun at the ready. “Sharks can probably smell us right? So we need to —“
Whatever Dean had been about to say was stopped abruptly and Sam spun around to see that Dean was no longer where he had been standing a second ago. In his place was… well, for lack of better word, a shark. Only not completely a shark. The head of the Lamia was definitely very sharklike, but as he looked lower, its body seemed to be morphed into a more feminine build. But that wasn’t all, by the time his gaze reached her feet, he noticed that she didn’t have any. Instead, her legs seemed to be stuck together, as one giant, slithering tail. The Lamia was like a mix of a human female, a shark and a giant snake.
It wasn’t a very appealing sight. Certainly not while she had now set her eyes on him and was now slithering toward him at a pace that was faster than Sam had expected.
“Dean?” He called out, somewhat cautiously, because he didn’t know where his brother was. If he had to guess, he’d been knocked aside after being caught off guard.
Sam’s first instinct was to raise his bronze coated knife, but as the Lamia got closer and Sam could see just how big she was, he suddenly felt like the knife was a needle in comparison, so his next instinct was to turn and run.
Before he could actually act on that instinct, the Lamia came to a stop, alongside the sound of a shot ringing out. Sam peered to the side to see Dean standing a few feet away from the Lamia, with a nasty bruise on his forehead. His gun was held up and he prepared to fire again.
The Lamia turned on him as Dean fired another shot. It only seemed to be slowing her down though, instead of actually causing much damage, because she continued to slither toward Dean, just at a slower pace.
Dean kept firing shots, and Sam realised that this was an opportunity, since the Lamia was ignoring him for the time being. Gripping the hilt of the knife, Sam rushed forward and then leaped. The tip of the knife dug itself into the back of the Lamia’s head, and as Sam lost momentum and fell to the ground, the knife moved along with him, making a huge gash along the back of the lamia’s head, all the way up to her neck.
At this point, when Sam retracted his arm, he had already been sprayed with blood — he thought it was blood, because it wasn’t red like normal blood was — but as he looked closer, he realised that the edges of the large cut he’d created in the Lamia’s skin was glowing, almost like her skin was burning away.
The Lamia stopped her pursuit of Dean and was now standing in one place, roaring out as if she could do something to stop the burning.
Sam watched as the glowing spread all over her body, before consuming her whole, and the Lamia exploded, leaving behind dust and some weird black goo in her wake.
Dust and black goo that now coated parts of him and Dean.
“Well, damn,” Dean muttered, lowering his gun a bit and staring at the place where the Lamia had been standing a moment ago. “Bronze works really well on these suckers.”
Sam let out an exhausted sigh and nodded, looking at the blood soaked knife in his hands. “Yeah, looks like it.” He knelt down and shoved the blade into the ground to use the mud of the forest floor to clean the knife. When he pulled it out, it was more or less clean, and he used his outer flannel shirt to clean off the remaining since his shirt was ruined too anyway.
“Another day, another job,” Dean said, now falling into step beside Sam as both brothers began to make their way toward the Impala.
“Yeah, I’m about ready to crash,” Sam said as they neared the car and opened up the trunk to toss the knife in.
“Me too,” Dean nodded and shut the trunk before going around to his side of the car — which was, as always, the driver’s side. “But first, let’s see if there’s some joint open at this time of night that sells pie.”
“I didn’t even know we had a place called Crete,” Dean muttered as he drove past the large signboard which welcomed them into the small village in Will County, Illinois. “Isn’t that some city in Greece?”
“An island, actually,” Sam replied, looking closely at the map in his hand. “In fact, the biggest island in Greece.” At this point, however, Sam was past giving his brother a disappointed look for his lack of historical knowledge. “Also, take a left up here,” he added, gesturing with one hand to a turning in the road. It was dark out, and they’d been driving most of the afternoon and evening. Originally, the brothers had decided to go through with their newest supernatural investigation in the morning, after catching up on some sleep, but since the site of all the accidents were reported to be close to the entrance of the small village known as Crete, they had decided to get it over with and then check into a motel.
As they neared the spot that Sam had marked in his map, he held a hand out as a signal to slow down. “Yeah, the disappearances usually happen around here.”
It was a normal looking road, that presumably headed deeper into a part of the village. On either side of the road were trees. The forest was dense, by the looks of it, however it was also dark so Sam didn’t know for sure.
Dean parked the car on the side of the road and cut the engine, following which, both boys stepped out, with Sam abandoning the map in his seat before he shut the door and moved to the trunk.
“What exactly are we dealing with again?” Dean asked as he popped the trunk to survey what weapons they had. Unless they knew what they were dealing with, it would be hard to choose what exact weapon would help them defeat whatever supernatural force they were up against.
“Apparently, for the past two weeks, any family entering or leaving the village has been stopped at the border by something,” Sam explained, reaching for a knife that was coated in bronze. “It’s only families that have been attacked. Specifically families with little kids, because… well, it’s the kids that end up dead.”
Dean looked at Sam with a disgusted expression. “This thing is killing kids? Innocent children? And what happens to their folks?”
Sam shrugged. “All of them are usually unconscious when it happens. They swerve after seeing something on the road, and they get knocked out. When they wake up, they’re the only ones left in the car.”
“So what you’re telling me is that we have no idea what we’re dealing with?” Dean concluded.
Sam pursed his lips. “Not exactly. One eyewitness, a teenage girl, said that she saw… a shark.”
Dean stared at him. “A shark?” He echoed. “In the woods? What, is there some huge lake in there, or something?”
Sam shook his head. “She said, and I’m quoting her here, that she ‘saw a woman turn into a shark’ right before her eyes. Rows of teeth and all. I’m guessing it’s probably like a humanoid shark? Like a few months ago, when we had to deal with Black Bill.”
Dean took a moment but then remembered what Sam was talking about. “Guy with a goat head. Right. So if it’s a shark, do we just go in with guns and hope it works?”
“Well,” Sam held up the bronze coated knife he’d just picked up. “I did a little research and, if this is something to do with gods like Black Bill, then I think I might know what we’re dealing with.”
Dean remained silent, as if to let Sam continue, and so he did.
“In Greek mythology, there was this woman named Lamia. She had an affair with the king of the gods, Zeus, and when his wife found out, she wasn’t all that happy about it so she… she stole Lamia’s children and murdered them.”
“So we’re dealing with another god? Didn’t we already deal with Zeus?” Dean looked exhausted as he grabbed a shotgun for himself and then shut the trunk after also pulling out a flashlight.
“No, not a god. So, after Lamia’s children were murdered, Zeus turned her into a shark-like monster so she could devour other innocent children for revenge.” The idea sounded bizarre to Sam, but then again, so were most of the supernatural creatures they dealt with.
“So we’re dealing with a crazy shark lady who eats children,” Dean summed up, which was more of an accurate conclusion this time around, so Sam nodded.
“When we were dealing with Zeus, normal weapons didn’t work, but he was a god and Lamia, well she’s a monster. And in Greek lore, monsters could apparently be killed with bronze so hopefully this works,” Sam said, twirling the blade between his fingers before gripping it firmly at the hilt.
“Alright then,” Dean said, turning on his flashlight and directing it toward the dense forest. “Let’s go kill this bitch.”
And so they went. The two brothers ventured into the woods, trying to listen for anything besides the sound of leaves crunching under their feet, or the sounds of crickets chirping and making the night a little less eerily quiet.
It wasn’t long before they both began to hear some odd sounds. Sam could have sworn he heard a low growl. He didn’t even know sharks could growl. All that came to his mind was the image of a shark snapping its jaws shut on his face, as if this was some sort of movie.
Then again, the whole lives of the Winchester brothers could be turned into a movie with all they experienced on a daily basis.
Sam held his knife up in a defensive position and Dean stood a few feet away, shotgun at the ready. “Sharks can probably smell us right? So we need to —“
Whatever Dean had been about to say was stopped abruptly and Sam spun around to see that Dean was no longer where he had been standing a second ago. In his place was… well, for lack of better word, a shark. Only not completely a shark. The head of the Lamia was definitely very sharklike, but as he looked lower, its body seemed to be morphed into a more feminine build. But that wasn’t all, by the time his gaze reached her feet, he noticed that she didn’t have any. Instead, her legs seemed to be stuck together, as one giant, slithering tail. The Lamia was like a mix of a human female, a shark and a giant snake.
It wasn’t a very appealing sight. Certainly not while she had now set her eyes on him and was now slithering toward him at a pace that was faster than Sam had expected.
“Dean?” He called out, somewhat cautiously, because he didn’t know where his brother was. If he had to guess, he’d been knocked aside after being caught off guard.
Sam’s first instinct was to raise his bronze coated knife, but as the Lamia got closer and Sam could see just how big she was, he suddenly felt like the knife was a needle in comparison, so his next instinct was to turn and run.
Before he could actually act on that instinct, the Lamia came to a stop, alongside the sound of a shot ringing out. Sam peered to the side to see Dean standing a few feet away from the Lamia, with a nasty bruise on his forehead. His gun was held up and he prepared to fire again.
The Lamia turned on him as Dean fired another shot. It only seemed to be slowing her down though, instead of actually causing much damage, because she continued to slither toward Dean, just at a slower pace.
Dean kept firing shots, and Sam realised that this was an opportunity, since the Lamia was ignoring him for the time being. Gripping the hilt of the knife, Sam rushed forward and then leaped. The tip of the knife dug itself into the back of the Lamia’s head, and as Sam lost momentum and fell to the ground, the knife moved along with him, making a huge gash along the back of the lamia’s head, all the way up to her neck.
At this point, when Sam retracted his arm, he had already been sprayed with blood — he thought it was blood, because it wasn’t red like normal blood was — but as he looked closer, he realised that the edges of the large cut he’d created in the Lamia’s skin was glowing, almost like her skin was burning away.
The Lamia stopped her pursuit of Dean and was now standing in one place, roaring out as if she could do something to stop the burning.
Sam watched as the glowing spread all over her body, before consuming her whole, and the Lamia exploded, leaving behind dust and some weird black goo in her wake.
Dust and black goo that now coated parts of him and Dean.
“Well, damn,” Dean muttered, lowering his gun a bit and staring at the place where the Lamia had been standing a moment ago. “Bronze works really well on these suckers.”
Sam let out an exhausted sigh and nodded, looking at the blood soaked knife in his hands. “Yeah, looks like it.” He knelt down and shoved the blade into the ground to use the mud of the forest floor to clean the knife. When he pulled it out, it was more or less clean, and he used his outer flannel shirt to clean off the remaining since his shirt was ruined too anyway.
“Another day, another job,” Dean said, now falling into step beside Sam as both brothers began to make their way toward the Impala.
“Yeah, I’m about ready to crash,” Sam said as they neared the car and opened up the trunk to toss the knife in.
“Me too,” Dean nodded and shut the trunk before going around to his side of the car — which was, as always, the driver’s side. “But first, let’s see if there’s some joint open at this time of night that sells pie.”
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