Animal Instincts

[Platy Amherst]

Title: Animal Instincts (1/?)
Author: Platy Amherst
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13 (mild sexual references)
Word Count: 834
Spoilers?: After the events of the tie-in novel "Witch's Canyon" (Season 2), and before AHBL1 (2x21). So... yeah, if you haven't read the novel, there might be some spoiling.
Characters: Dean, Sam, a couple of locals... and a monster-being.
Disclaimer: Supernatural, Dean, and Sam belong to Eric Kripke. The monster-being belongs to legend. All minor characters belong to me.
Notes: This started out as crack!fic, but became a little more serious.

Btw, all chapters will be uploaded here in case I forget to update this thread.


Chapter 1

Mess with their heads? Seriously, I need a more challenging MO.

“Hey, Dean?” Sam pulled the curtain aside and glanced at the open bathroom door, “Did the manager say anything about mountain lions?”

The response was muffled, “Woff?”

“This isn't even a mountainous area,” Sam muttered. He walked away from the window, “There's a big cat out there. It looks hungry.”

Dean poked his head out of the bathroom; a blue toothbrush dangling from his mouth. He chuckled, dropping the brush into his hand. “You scared of a pussy?”

“Mountain Lion, Dean. Cougar. Puma. Predator in the wild.”

Dean made his way to the window, “Where?” He pushed the curtain aside, “I don't see anything but a deer. Guess it moved.” Dean patted Sam's shoulder, “We'll be leaving the safety of the cabin soon. Will you be okay?”

Sam's face showed he was not amused.


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That was fun. Dirty, but fun.

“So, you don't think it's weird that we've seen so many different animals in the one day?”

Dean shook his head as they drove right at the crossroad. “This ain't a city, Sam.”

“But this isn't even their natural habitat. I mean, I'm pretty sure that porcupine was actually an echidna.”

“Whatever it was, it certainly didn't belong in the can!” Dean shifted in his seat, “I gotta get out and walk or something.”

Sam stifled his mirth, “You should always check before you--”

“Sam!” Dean gritted his teeth.

“Just saying. It was a public toilet. There were ants.”


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Deadly, sweet, cumbersome. How innocent an aardvark appears.

“So, what can I get for you boys?”

Dean glanced up at the cheery middle-aged waitress and gave her one of his trademark grins, “I'll have the cheesesteak, with the curly fries, and a large coffee, thanks. Sam?”

With a slight huff, Sam pointed to the menu: “The quesadilla? And the coffee. Thank you.” As the waitress walked away, Sam raised an eyebrow at Dean's expression. “What?”

“You not going vegie on me, are you?”

Sam shrugged, “After the day we've had...” He hesitated before voicing his thoughts, “I don't want my food to suddenly resurrect.”

Dean laughed. “Whatever's going on, I doubt my piece of cow's gonna start mooing.”

Smiling through his teeth, Sam sat back in his chair and muttered, “You thinking shapeshifter?”

“Of the animal variety so far,” Dean also settled in his seat. “We've dealt with such things before.”

“Selkies, werewolves. They kept to the one animal, though.”

“And what happened in Arizona.”

“Yeah, but those were spirits. This one seems to be corporeal.”

Dean shrugged, “You'll have to do more research before we know how to kill it.”

Sam blinked, “I'll have to?”

“We'll need to split up to see if there's more than one. I'll canvas the locals, you do the paperwork. If anything seems unusual, just call,” Dean held an imaginary phone at his ear, and then put it down in favour of holding a a real plate of cheesesteak and chips. As the coffee mug was set down, Dean smiled up at the waitress, “Thank you.” While Sam's meal was placed on the table, Dean picked up a chip and shifted his position to look straight at the waitress. “Please, miss, if you don't mind staying a moment, I was wondering if you know of any strange goings-on around these parts. My brother and I, we're enthusiasts for that kind of stuff.”

The waitress laughed, “What, like some kind of X File thing?”

Sam attempted to go along with Dean's thoughts. “Well, not aliens.”

“Good thing. I always tuned in for the non-alien stuff. Those little green men? Scared the bejesus out of me.” She shuddered, and then pulled up a chair from a nearby table. “I've got another ten minutes till Sandy comes back, and the other customer's a local. So, strange, huh? I guess you haven't run into any buffalo then?”

“Buffalo?” Dean glanced at Sam. “Nope, nothing like that.”

“Or an aardvark?” The woman grimaced, “I had to look that one up in the library. The sight of it was just so weird and... Oh, it was on the roof of my car! How does an aardvark get there?”

Sam gave his obligatory shrug. “An aeroplane?”

“Maybe, but.. the car was fine. No damage.” The waitress stood up, and gestured towards the other customer. “Old Bill saw a cougar this morning; while he was out walking his dog. Hey, Bill!” She shouted across the room, and then turned back to the boys, “He's a little hard of hearing. I can go tell him you're interested in his story, if you like.”

Dean and Sam looked over at Old Bill, sitting at the far end booth with an old black labrador at his side. Facing each other again, the boys shrugged simultaneously and each picked up another chip from their plates. Sam smiled at the waitress, “If he's happy to stick around till we're done here.”

“Sure,” the woman nodded. “Enjoy your meal.”

*****
Platy

[Platy Amherst]

Title: Animal Instincts (2/?)
Author: Platy Amherst
Rating: PG-13 (mild sexual references)
Word Count: 715
Spoilers?: After the events of the tie-in novel "Witch's Canyon" (Season 2), and before AHBL1 (2x21).
Characters: Dean, Sam, Old Bill... and a monster-being.
Disclaimer: Supernatural, Dean, and Sam belong to Eric Kripke. The monster-being belongs to legend. Old Bill and his labrador belong to me.
Notes: This started out as crack!fic, but became a little more serious.



Chapter 2

Up close and personal: what better way to know thine enemy?

Dean woke up with a shocked expression – that dream had to have come from somewhere – and immediately looked over at his brother. The poor giant had managed to fall asleep on the not-so-lengthy lounge, and there was his laptop still running on the table nearby. Dean jumped out of bed, failing to notice the brown scaly creature lying just beneath it, and got himself dressed.

Yet, as Sam continued sleeping, Dean's curiosity took over. He grabbed hold of the laptop and sat down with it on the bed. A little caress of the touchpad and he was staring at a bird with blue feet. It looked oddly familiar to what he and Sam had found flapping about in the Impala the night before. And then Dean saw the name of it.

“A booby!” He cracked up laughing, “That's what it was! You freaky thing! Sam, you touched a frikkin' booby!”

That woke up the giant. “Wha-?!” Legs were everywhere. And it wasn't just Sam's.

Dean nearly dropped the laptop as he swivelled around to see an odd-looking creature crawling across his sheets. It was accompanied by a similar-looking creature poking its head over the bed; as the first got to the edge, the second creature tapped it non-too-lightly on the snout. Dean stood in shock and awe at the sight, while Sam prised the laptop off his brother and did some quick research.

“They're pangolins,” Sam said after a minute had gone by. The creatures had made it so far as the bathroom door, which Dean was now holding shut. “Tree Pangolins, more specifically,” Sam continued. “They belong in Africa.”

“But where do our shapeshifters belong?”

Sam sat down on Dean's bed and showed him an image on the laptop screen: “The Leszy can change into any animal or plant. That seems to fit here.”

“Okay, but...” Dean leant against the wall, “Are these that?”

“I guess we won't know 'til they change.”

“If they...”

Sam shrugged, “What do you suggest we do, Dean?”

“Call the wildlife police? I don't know.” He sighed, “I definitely don't want to kill 'em. I mean, if they were terrorising the town, maybe, but...” Dean pointed at the creatures. “Hey, whatcha doing?”

The pangolins were curling themselves into tight balls; the larger one's scales suddenly extended and moved in such a manner that both boys were a little taken back. Then they heard a dog barking outside, and somebody knocking loudly on the cabin door.

Sam opted to answer it. He opened the door slowly, and was surprised to see Old Bill standing there. The man appeared very distressed.

“Morning, sorry if I woke you. Or rather, if my dog did. I was just taking him for a walk and he ran straight for here. He's barking at one of your windows. I can't tell why.”

Sam looked back at Dean, who gestured for him to investigate. The elder brother kept watching the pangolins as both of them now displayed their defence technique. It was rather mesmerising; the way each scale moved about, intricate patterns forming and disbanding. Dean had to blink several times before he realised what was happening. But by then it was too late.

One of the creatures had well and truly disappeared under the door, somehow, leaving the other to roll very quickly to the cabin door which someone had stupidly left ajar.

Dean raced towards it, but missed slamming it shut before the ball of pangolin had escaped. He opened the door again to find the animal had vanished – or just turned into something else. Sam and Old Bill returned with the old man's labrador in tow. The expression on Sam's face did not need to be spoken. Dean shook his head. Old Bill patted both boys' shoulders.

“Thanks for your help,” he tugged on his dog's leash. “I'll try to walk a different route tomorrow.” He smiled, and then gasped, “And if you do ask the manager to do a pest-check, tell 'im Old Bill's seen the damage those chipmunks done. He'll get it sorted out quick then.” He winked, slowly, then he and his dog walked past the Impala and back into the woods.

*****
Platy

[irisheyes]

I like it so far.
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[Platy Amherst]

Title: Animal Instincts (3a/?)
Author: Platy Amherst
Rating: PG-13 (mild sexual references)
Word Count: 541
Spoilers?: After the events of the tie-in novel "Witch's Canyon" (Season 2)...
Characters: Dean, Sam... Two Leszy.
Disclaimer: Supernatural, Dean, and Sam belong to Eric Kripke. The Leszy belong to legend. Old Bill and his labrador belong to me.
Notes: This started out as crack!fic, but became a little more serious.


Chapter 3 - part one

They’ll never guess...

After another visit from the mysterious Leszy around midday — in the form of an albino howler monkey, where Sam was the lucky gropee — the Winchester boys opted to hunt the creature down in its natural habitat. The plan was to find it, capture it (somehow), and interrogate it; which made Sam wonder why they were bringing all manner of weaponry.

“It’s already made us look the fools,” Dean continued as they passed their cabin. “We’ll look even more foolish if we don’t know which weapon works better.”

Sam tilted his head, “We don’t know which weapon works better. And I thought we weren’t killing it?”

“Not if we don’t have to,” Dean shrugged. “The Leszy are fairly tame as long as no one’s threatening their family or their homeland...” He stopped and adjusted the crossbow slung across his back. “You hear something?” He cocked his pistol for effect.

They immediately heard a fluttering of wings and the eerie whisper of “Sam...”

The man in question furrowed his brow, and then muttered, “Parrot.”

The bird flew between them at such a speed that Dean nearly lost his balance. Sam grasped his brother’s shoulder, “Split up? Seems like it just wants one of us.”

Dean sneered, “Just you, by the sound of things. Still, you groped the booby.”

Sam scoffed, “You slept with it!”

“And still it came after you, monkey wench.”

Sam shrugged, “Guess it just prefers my tou—.”

“Knows a bestiality kink when it sees one,” Dean laughed. Sam’s sigh was cut short by the low barking of a dog. Dean got his gun ready again, “That the other one?”

“Could be Bill’s dog,” Sam took out a biscuit from his jacket pocket.

Dean raised one eyebrow, “Are you hoarding food now?”

“It was for the Leszy.” Sam grimaced, “It’s more tempting than bullets.”

“Right,” Dean nodded slowly, and then turned back towards the cabin. The barking got louder, as if the dog was coming closer to them. Dean tucked his gun back in the holster, “You check that out. I’m going back to the car.”

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Sam found the black labrador in the clearing; its tail wagging fervently when he got closer. Sam squinted as the sun shone ever-brighter, and lowered his head to look over the animal.

“Jake?”

The dog snarled, then jumped back and wagged its tail again. Sam waved his hands, “I won’t hurt you. See?” he held up the slightly crumbled biscuit, but the dog barked again and ran off into the trees. Sighing, Sam shook his head and turned to go back to the cabin.

“Saaaammmm...”

The man stopped in his tracks. He looked behind him, and there was the dog wagging its tail and panting. If this had been any other hunt, Sam would have just left the animal alone. But here it was acting very much like Lassie, and Lassie was a dog to listen to... Sam crouched, holding the biscuit out to the dog. A quick glance told him the dog definitely wasn’t Jake, and then Sam realised who he was probably peeking at. He quickly stood up and threw the biscuit at the creature.

It barked, picked up the biscuit and ran off again.

Sam ran after it.

[irisheyes]

Nice.

[Platy Amherst]

Title: Animal Instincts (3b/?)
Author: Platy Amherst
Rating: PG-13 (mild sexual references)
Word Count: 664
Spoilers?: After the events of the tie-in novel "Witch's Canyon" (Season 2)... It's probably set after 4x02 as well.
Characters: Dean... and one of the Leszy.
Disclaimer: Supernatural and Dean Winchester belong to Eric Kripke. The Leszy belong to legend.
Notes: This started out as crack!fic, but became a little more serious.



Chapter 3 - part two

While he didn’t like using his baby for something this stupid, it was really the only idea Dean had. Provoke the creature by damaging the undergrowth; expect it to appear for a showdown. After two minutes of that, Dean reversed the car back to the porch of the cabin and waited.

After ten minutes, Dean had grown bored of counting the different types of bullets in the boot; he’d lost patience with the texting function on his cell; and he’d started to wonder where Sam was if he couldn’t reach him by phone.

The niggling feeling that he was being watched caused Dean to make his way inside the cabin. Shutting the door, he went straight to the bar fridge where a six-pack of beer awaited him. He looked at his badly made bed and, remembering that morning’s discovery, chose to sit in the armchair by the window. Cracking open the bottle, Dean drank...

... and nearly choked when something jumped onto his legs. A little spilt beer on the floor, a couple of coughs, and a rather disturbing bit of kneading later, Dean got over his shock and smirked at the sleek black cat making itself cosy on his lap. As soon as he pinched its neck, the cat rose quickly and stretched upwards, changing form and becoming increasingly heavier. Dean, far too overwhelmed to think clearly, watched in curious horror while the now long-haired brunette positioned her knees on the outer side of his thighs. In place of the fur she had as a cat, the Leszy now seemed to be wearing a very tight, sleek, black dress that did not accentuate any part of her body...

“Wow, you...”

Her hands were on his head, and she pressed her stomach against his torso as her mouth hovered over his. Dean stared at her glowing eyes for a moment, and then closed his own as she kissed him. The taste of her embrace caused Dean to cringe, and it was at that point the Leszy broke away from his lips, and moved her hands down to pin his to the chair.

Dean cleared his throat, “So, are you cheating on your man here?”

She looked at him quizzically, “No man.”

“You’re the kid?” Dean nodded, “You do seem inexperienced.”

Her eyes shone brighter, “A kid.”

Dean blinked, “There’s four of you?”

“Three.”

“Well, whatever the number, you nee—“

His patience was better than hers. He endured the stench of her mouth, and kept his right eye locked on the door. The female Leszy was definitely strong – like all shapeshifters – but there was something magical in her embrace that made Dean physically unable to resist her.

She broke away again to lick his nose. Dean spat out her foul-tasting saliva. “So,” he cleared his throat. “You’ve decided to mingle with the townsfolk...”

“Brother lost,” she faced him and her knees squeezed his thighs tight.

Dean smirked, “You’re in luck then. I’m an expert at finding lost brothers.”

She shook her head, “Found him.” She tapped her fingers on his shoulders, “In town.”

“So, where are your parents?”

“Shush,” she kissed him gently. “Play now.”

“I just...” Dean swallowed. “I don’t want to see your father’s wrath.”

She frowned, “Father dead.”

“Oh,” Dean’s discomfort led him to realise he could move more than his tongue on command. After a slow wriggle of his fingers, he stretched his right arm out to pinch her neck, but his eyes widened at the sight of a scaly tail behind her. She kissed him once more; one hand on his head, the other grabbing hold of his wrists. Dean put up a quick thought to the heavens, felt the strength holding his thighs together disappear, and exhaled his disgust when she let his head go. “Your breath stinks.”

The Leszy smiled, “Fun’s over.” She covered his mouth with hers again, and placed her arms against her sides.

Dean passed out before she had fully transformed into the python.

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This is a "missing scene" (with spoilers for Season 4) - it comes straight after Chapter 3b

[irisheyes]

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