Till Death Do Us Part or Creepy Encounters

Till Death Do Us Part or Creepy Encounters


The last thing Dean remembers is chasing a chupacabra in southern New Mexico. Now? Now he has a splitting headache and he's lying face down in the dirt. He groans and moves to stand, grunting in pain, and not just from the headache. Opening his eyes, Dean looks out over the midnight desert. His hands are bound to stakes, leaving him no room to move. He tries to move his legs, but even his sock covered feet can't budge from their binds and he's...buck naked. Awkwardly he turns his head, his chin scrapping against the dry dusty stones.


To his left, just a few feet away, Sam is draped over a stump of some kind. Being a desert it's probably a cactus, Dean muses.


“Sammy,” Dean calls out, his voice scratchy though not surprising as his mouth feels as dry as calk. “Sammy!” he shouts.


This time Sam starts to stir. Dean tries to move again, pulling at each of the binds in turn. “Sammy, wake up already!” Dean says, frantically.


The moonlight is glowing off Sam's white hairy ass, which seems to be offered up to the moon itself. He can also see the moment Sam finally opens his eyes.


“Whah...what the fuck!” Sam says, realizing their current state. He frantically attempts to stand, but his arms, like Deans are pulled to their furthest point, leaving them spread eagle. Sam yells in pain, obviously wrenching his shoulders from his attempt at getting free.


“Where the fuck are we, Dean. Who did this?”


“And how exactly would I know that? It's obvious we're in the desert,” Dean says sarcastically, moving his eyes over as much of the terrain as his position will allow, dust blowing into his eyes from the zephyr ghosting over their flesh.


“You okay?” Dean asks, futilely trying to stay calm.


Sam gives him his famous, dumb shit look. “What do you think, I'm getting...” Sam said, managing to move his mid section slightly only to yelp in pain. “...Biblical familiar with the stone cutting a gash in my dick.”


“Wait...NO!” Dean yelled, his eyes wide, allowing more dust and dirt to wash into them. “Get away from him!”


“What...what do you see,” Sam says, his expression moving from slightly scared to panicked. He turns his head to see, but the small creature climbs up on top of Sam, eyes glowing red, drool dripping from his sharp teeth as his hisses at Dean. It leans closer to Sam, it's spaghetti like tongue flicking over Sam's lower back.


“Get off me!” Sam shouts, trying to free himself. The binds hold. The creature crawls down Sam's body, and disappears briefly over Sam's ass. It crawls back onto Sam, and Dean fights again to free himself; to no avail.


Sam screams, his eyes wide in pain and Dean knows what's happening. The creature is ramming it's dick in and out of Sam. Dean looks back to Sam's face, his hands are gripped tightly, the white knuckles illuminated eerily in the desert moonlight. Sam's body is tense, trying to work through the obvious pain, and as quickly as it starts, the creature emits an ear piercing screech, it's body motoinless.


“Oh, god,” Sam groans, face down in the dirt. He snorts and coughs, shrouding his face in a small cloud of dust.


“Sam,” Dean calls, desperate to help his brother. “Sammy!” he calls louder. The sound of small steps moving behind him draws Dean's attention. He turns, but only sees a shadow as it moves behind him, and he feels the sharp claws of another creature climb up on him. The creatures leathery skin feel far to dry and it's skin pulls at Dean's as it crawls over him. Dean tries to pull himself free, but the binds don't budge, and the creature is now sitting on his ass.


“Dean,” Sam calls, panic in his voice.


“NO! Get the fuck off me,” Dean yells. The creature digs it's razor sharp claws into Dean's flesh, it's powerful grip breaking Dean's lower ribs. He shouts in pain, and then the creature's dick breaches his ass, his shouts turning to screams as the small creature sets an uneven, frantic rhythm. Dean pulls all his strength together and flops slightly on the ground, causing the creature to pull out. It growls and slams back inside Dean.


“Dean! Get off him you piece of shit!” Sam shouts.


The creature's thrusts shoot sharp burning pain throughout Dean's body. He's sure his spine will break any minute, then the creature's emits an ear piercing screech and it's motions still, filling Dean with it's cold seamen. The creature's fingers move rhythmically on Dean's sides and it continues to fill Dean to the point it starts bubbling out of him.


“Fuck!” Dean groans. “This is fucking disgusting.”


Dean hears more stirring just out of eyes sight, apparently so do the creatures, as they jump off them, snarling and spitting. They stand in front of Sam and Dean, moving back and forth like sentinels. As they continued their display, Dean noticed several pairs of red eyes moving in and out of his limited range of sight.


“Dean,” Sam called, just barely above a whisper.


“Yeah,” Dean answered, his voice sounding as always, dry and angry. He knew it, and was sorry for it as soon as it left his mouth.


“You okay?”


Trying to blink the dirt out of his eyes, he glared at Sam. “Peachy.”


The snarling stops and the two creatures are staring down at Sam and Dean. They each had a hand up, and starting low, they make another strange sound, not that unlike a dirt bike getting closer. And then their hands started glowing.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The last thing Dean remembers is the chupacabras screaming, and a bright white light. Dean rubbed his eyes and stands up, arms waving in front of him. His ass is still burning, and he fells the dried chupa come all down his legs. He focuses on the one point of light available; a small fire a few feet from him. Standing fully upright, to stretch his aching bones, Dean hit his head hard on the low rock ceiling. His litany of curse words, brought a low growl from an unseen chupacabra. He hears, rather than sees Sam start to wake up. He calls out to him, and takes one step before tripping over Sam and landing face first on the cold stone floor.


Sam cried out in pain as Dean fell over him. “Sammy, you alright?”


“Peachy,” Sam's groggy voice answers. The shadow of Sam moves into the fire light, and Dean can see him hunching over the fire to warm his hands. “Where are we?”


“No idea,” Dean answers, his eyes fixed at the red glow off Sam's semi hard dick. Shaking his head slightly, a bad idea as his head is now pounding from his less than graceful awakening. He shuffles over to Sam in his socked feet, also attempting to get warm. "From the low ceiling and the constant growling I'd say we're in their layer under ground.”


“How long you been awake?” Sam asks, looking at Dean's feet. “Hey! How come you got socks? I'm buck fucking naked and you get socks.”


“Seriously? You're giving me shit because they stripped you naked and not me?” Dean snaps.


Even in the soft glow of the dying fire, Dean can see Sam roll his eyes. “They probably took one look at your smelly boney feet and put them back on.”


“Shut up Sam,” Dean barks, turning his eyes back to the fire. “Besides, I doubt they were impressed with that stubby little dick of yours.”


“Yours ain't much better,” Sam says, flicking the head of Dean's dick.


“Watch it!” Dean snarls, stepping away from Sam a good foot or two. “If you're gonna be mean to big D, you can't play with him.”


Sam snorts. “Big, D? Seriously you named your dick?”


A nasally screech, brings Dean's attention to a small opening, where a chupacabra stands holding a torch. It steps into the small cave, dropping a couple of small logs on the fire then moves them around to catch with it's torch. A second creature enters and Sam and Dean both step back the two feet to the back of the small cave. It pulls in a dead sheep and drops it in front of Dean. Leaning over the sheep's head, the creature sinks it's teeth into the carcase, ferociously tearing a chunk from the sheeps neck, then it offers it to Dean.


Dean smacks it away. “No thanks, I ain't hungry,” he says sarcastically. The chupacabra makes a bark like noice and walks over to where the piece of sheep fell, and brings it back to Dean, again offering it to him.

~ ~ * ~ ~


The last thing Dean remembers is lunging for the chupacabra after it brought back that piece of dead sheep, and a bright white light. His head is once again pounding, and his breath is awful. Smacking his lips together he runs his tongue around his mouth, and nearly pukes at the taste of his own mouth. Leaning up on his left elbow, his broken ribs send shards of pain through his nervous system. He winces.


“About time,” Sam says, clearly in a mood.


Dean opens his eyes. Although his vision is a bit blurry, he can make out Sam sitting next to a roaring fire turning something over the it. “You got food...Hey! Where'd you get clothes?” Dean asks angrily, sitting up now fully awake.


Sam points to the other side of their small cave. “They were there when I woke up. You hungry?”


There are two chupacabras at the entrance to the cave, both muttering what sounds like, mantra.


Dean crawls over the the pile of shredded clothes, finding Sam's underwear; intact. "I didn't know they spoke." Holding them up to he glares at Sam, as he's wearing Dean's boxer briefs. “Give um back!” he orders.


“What?” Sam asks, sitting Indian style on the cold floor.


“My underwear. You're wearing them. Put your own on,” he says, throwing Sam's thong at him.


Sam harrumphs. “No way. Finders keepers.”


“I'm not kidding Sammy, give um back!” Dean says, gritting his teeth.


“No way. You've been out for hours, and I was cold.”


“So am I! Now give em back,” Dean orders quickly standing up, careful this time not to bang his head on the low ceiling.


“I'm cold, Dean! Just...w-wear mine for a while,” Sam says, sitting his stick at the edge of the fire and stands up.


“You're the idiot that insists on wearing such skimpy underwear, I'm not suffering because of it,” Dean says, grabbing at the now popular under garment.


“Where have you two been?” Castiel asks, appearing behind Dean.


The high pitched screams from the two chupacabras, fill the small cave and the outside tunnels. Dean quickly picks up the closest rock, threatening the two creatures with it. The two move closer, arms out, spitting and growling at Castiel.


Cas holds up his hand, inclining his head, and the pair back off, slightly. One moves around the wall of the cave to stand next to Sam. Sam gives it a look of uncomfortable loathing, and gives it a kick. It only moves a few feet and returns to Sam's side, giving him a kind of hissing growl.


“They feel threatened by me,” Cas says, matter of factly.


“Good for them,” Dean seethes, throwing his rock at the other chupacabra; missing it completely.


“Why have you been gone so long, and why are you this far underground?” Cas asks, the chupacabras seemingly calmer, for now.


“We've only been down here a couple days,” Dean says.


“You've been missing...” Cas says pausing, and looking at Dean state of undress his gaze fixing on Deans flacid dick. “...for two months.”


Dean covers his dick with his hands, walking over to the pile of clothes desperately trying to find something in the shredded pile of clothes to put on.


“We only just got into New Mexico a few days ago, right after we left you in Houston,” Sam says, picking up his dirty thong and tossing it to Dean.


“That was two months ago,” Cas says, watching Dean pull on the tiny piece of fabric that is Sam's thong on.


Dean exchanges uncertain looks with Sam. “Just zap us the fuck out of here already. We can do the Q and A at a warm hotel.”


Cas looks at Dean intently, then the same to Sam. “I...I don't think I can do that.”


“Excuse me?” Dean and Sam say in unison. Dean moves closer to Cas and Sam.


“It wouldn't be right to remove you from the fathers,” Cas says, looking between the two chupacabras, now both standing next to Sam, though one clearly closer to Dean. Both are snarling at Cas.


“F-fathers?” Dean stutters.


“Yes, you're carrying their children,” Cas says, in his monotone expression.


“Wait! We're what?” Dean demands, his blood moving faster threw his body.


“No we're not!” Sam adds, not trying to hide the panic in his voice.


“More importantly, when did you start having sex with these low creature's?” Cas asks, giving the chupacabra's an equally loathing stare. It reminds Dean momentarily of an old fashioned show down at the Okay Coral. “You did know they're monoecious, didn't you?”


“We're not having sex with them!” Dean states, pointing menacingly down at the creature that is currently petting Deans right leg. “And what the hell is monoetioii' whats it?”


“Monoecious. They don't have genders. Their eggs are in their seamen, so there is no need for ovaries and other female organs necessary for child bearing. It also allows them to mate with other species, though it is not often done. You're having twins,” Cas says, gesturing to Dean.


Dean blinks his eyes, and shakes his head, clearly not liking what Cas just said. “What?”


“I thought that only went for plants,” Sam says, in his stupid school boy voice.


“Two. You have two, chupacabra babies growing inside you.” Cas peers around Dean and looks at Sam, who was looking more and more terrified.

“You're only having one, if you wanted to know ahead of time.”


“Hang on!” Dean shouts, holding up both hands. “We do not have sex with demons. We were staked to the ground and that creature made Sam it's bitch. That was not a consentual...coupling.”


“Oh, right. I”m the bitch. Who is having twins again?” Sam says in his annoyingly sarcastic tone.


“Shut up, Sammy!” Dean snaps, only slightly looking over to Sam. “Fine, what ever the fuck. Cas, zap these creatures out of us and us into a hotel. This is not happening, and no one EVER talks about it! Got it?”


Sam adamantly agrees, shaking his head up and down.


“I can't do that. I'm sorry,” Cas says apologetically.


“What?” Dean says incredulously. “We are freeking naked, underground, pregnant guys, and you can't fix this? You're an angel for Christ sake!”


“It would be wrong to take their children away from them. Creature's though they are, the young are innocent,” Cas says, looking sorrowfully at Dean.


Two more chupacabras entered the small cave, and the two beside Sam and Dean moved between the new comers and Sam and Dean, muttering, mantra.


“What now?” Sam asks, picking up a rock.


“And pick a different word to learn!” Dean shouts. "All that mantra crap is bugging the hell out of me.”


“They're not saying Mantra. They're saying, madre. It's Spanish for mother,” Cas says. “They're protecting the mothers of their children, the other two want to eat us.”


“You're fucking kidding me,” Sam says. “These creepy chupa's want to, till death do us part?”


“Something like that. They mate for life, and they're providing you with shelter, food and clothes,” Cas say, picking up a rock too.


“I'm not clothed!” Dean reminds Cas and Sam.


“They've obviously given you the amount of clothes they feel you need. As they're naked, that is what they're attracted too. The carcases in the cave further illustrate that they're providing for you by giving you shelter, food and clothing.”


“Cas cut the crap and get us out of here. Now!” Dean orders.


“We've not really eaten. So...so if we've been down here for two months, how are we still alive?” Sam says, thinking aloud.


“Like. I. Fucking. Care,” Dean says, through gritted teeth.


Cas answers, in the tone that suggests he's holding something back. “It's, not really important. I will be back in about a month.”


“What?” Dean shouts. “What do you mean?”


“The gestation period for chupacabras are three months. I'll be back to help you through the birthing process,” Cas says.


“Birthing process?” Sam and Dean say together, both looking at Cas.


“You don't really expect to leave us down here, and let them...” Dean says, looking back to the two chupacabras at the entrance to their cave. The pair had obviously scared off the new comers, and were now offering Sam and Dean more raw sheep. “...force us to raise their tiny chupacabra babies...”


“Cas?” Dean says, looking at the cave wall where Cas only moments ago stood.


”CAS!”


~ ~ tbc ~ ~