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The Hunt by Emma DeMarais (Challenge #32 - Supernatural)
Title: The Hunt
Pairing/Characters: Don, Charlie
Rating/Category: PG13
Spoilers: None
Summary: Don and Charlie are hunters seeking supernatural prey (SPN AU)
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
They prepared silently side by side: checking each gun and loading it before they went on to the next.
Charlie filled the ammunition belt Don wore slung across his torso.
Don sharpened Charlie's knife.
Their arsenal was impressive. Their twin sawed off shotguns were married to an array of handguns, knives and the obligatory vials of holy water.
They had a hunt to go on.
They checked the rock salt barriers of the motel room before leaving. They knew they would be exhausted when they returned and few things stole sleep like the fear of invasion when they were vulnerable.
Don got behind the wheel of the big black SUV and looked over at his brother.
Charlie nodded. They were ready.
Samson Field was only fifteen miles away and the cave at its edge wasn't hard to find. The locals had given them good directions despite being scared out of their minds at seeing two of their townspeople dragged away screaming by something they were too shook up to describe as more than unearthly.
Little did they know how appropriate that term was.
Demons loosed from the bowels of Hell walked the earth. Supernatural beings moved among them, preying on humans who had no idea what they were or how to stop them.
One of them had kidnapped the townspeople.
Another had killed Don and Charlie's father.
It seemed like a lifetime ago that they had come home and found him in the backyard, bloody and lifeless at the feet of what they didn't know then was a werewolf.
They learned.
Fast.
Especially Charlie.
To Don these new bad guys just required more violence and different weapons.
Charlie had had to learn to kill.
So Don taught him.
They parked the SUV at the side of the field and moved towards the cave opening, shotguns at the ready.
Years of hunting together and their bond as brothers had given them an uncanny ability to read each other so they moved and responded without words, each knowing exactly the other's intent.
They stood on either side of the cave entrance and listened. The sound of a woman sobbing inside told them they had at least one live hostage to rescue.
They entered, double barrels announcing their arrival, making the demon stagger back from a man prone and motionless on the floor.
As Don kept the demon busy Charlie pulled a fabric disc from the pack on his back.
Don had called him a genius when he invented it.
The other hunters they had shared it with called it a godsend.
With a flick of the wrist the disc unfurled in his hand - forming a large flat nylon circle surrounded by the springy flexible band that made it automatically expand upon release.
Painted on that nylon circle was a devil's trap.
Working in tandem with his brother, he managed to place the disc on the ground behind the demon.
Once it was there Don hit the demon hard with all he had, finally shoving it backwards to get it to move back far enough.
Once he crossed that line, he was trapped.
And furious.
Both brothers panted hard for a moment, watching to make sure it wasn't able to break free.
After they were sure it was secure, Don picked up the unconscious man on the floor in a fireman's carry while Charlie helped the woman walk out to the SUV.
Once the man and woman were safely ensconced in the back seat they got the supplies they needed from the back of the car.
Three explosive devices and six huge jugs of holy water.
If the explosion didn't blow the demon to bits, if the holy water didn't destroy it, at least the cave-in would trap it in there where it couldn't hurt anyone.
The final touch was a big box of bricks made out of salt. They dug down a little at the most narrow part of the cave opening and buried them to keep them from being destroyed in the blast.
It'd be a long time before all that salt decayed.
They'd mark the spot on the map and share it with the other hunters as well, just in case.
Don let Charlie hit the detonator.
This was the best part, but he'd earned it.
He slung his arm over his brother's neck as they headed back to the SUV.
They'd sleep well tonight.
Tomorrow the hunt began anew.
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Pairing/Characters: Don, Charlie
Rating/Category: PG13
Spoilers: None
Summary: Don and Charlie are hunters seeking supernatural prey (SPN AU)
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
They prepared silently side by side: checking each gun and loading it before they went on to the next.
Charlie filled the ammunition belt Don wore slung across his torso.
Don sharpened Charlie's knife.
Their arsenal was impressive. Their twin sawed off shotguns were married to an array of handguns, knives and the obligatory vials of holy water.
They had a hunt to go on.
They checked the rock salt barriers of the motel room before leaving. They knew they would be exhausted when they returned and few things stole sleep like the fear of invasion when they were vulnerable.
Don got behind the wheel of the big black SUV and looked over at his brother.
Charlie nodded. They were ready.
Samson Field was only fifteen miles away and the cave at its edge wasn't hard to find. The locals had given them good directions despite being scared out of their minds at seeing two of their townspeople dragged away screaming by something they were too shook up to describe as more than unearthly.
Little did they know how appropriate that term was.
Demons loosed from the bowels of Hell walked the earth. Supernatural beings moved among them, preying on humans who had no idea what they were or how to stop them.
One of them had kidnapped the townspeople.
Another had killed Don and Charlie's father.
It seemed like a lifetime ago that they had come home and found him in the backyard, bloody and lifeless at the feet of what they didn't know then was a werewolf.
They learned.
Fast.
Especially Charlie.
To Don these new bad guys just required more violence and different weapons.
Charlie had had to learn to kill.
So Don taught him.
They parked the SUV at the side of the field and moved towards the cave opening, shotguns at the ready.
Years of hunting together and their bond as brothers had given them an uncanny ability to read each other so they moved and responded without words, each knowing exactly the other's intent.
They stood on either side of the cave entrance and listened. The sound of a woman sobbing inside told them they had at least one live hostage to rescue.
They entered, double barrels announcing their arrival, making the demon stagger back from a man prone and motionless on the floor.
As Don kept the demon busy Charlie pulled a fabric disc from the pack on his back.
Don had called him a genius when he invented it.
The other hunters they had shared it with called it a godsend.
With a flick of the wrist the disc unfurled in his hand - forming a large flat nylon circle surrounded by the springy flexible band that made it automatically expand upon release.
Painted on that nylon circle was a devil's trap.
Working in tandem with his brother, he managed to place the disc on the ground behind the demon.
Once it was there Don hit the demon hard with all he had, finally shoving it backwards to get it to move back far enough.
Once he crossed that line, he was trapped.
And furious.
Both brothers panted hard for a moment, watching to make sure it wasn't able to break free.
After they were sure it was secure, Don picked up the unconscious man on the floor in a fireman's carry while Charlie helped the woman walk out to the SUV.
Once the man and woman were safely ensconced in the back seat they got the supplies they needed from the back of the car.
Three explosive devices and six huge jugs of holy water.
If the explosion didn't blow the demon to bits, if the holy water didn't destroy it, at least the cave-in would trap it in there where it couldn't hurt anyone.
The final touch was a big box of bricks made out of salt. They dug down a little at the most narrow part of the cave opening and buried them to keep them from being destroyed in the blast.
It'd be a long time before all that salt decayed.
They'd mark the spot on the map and share it with the other hunters as well, just in case.
Don let Charlie hit the detonator.
This was the best part, but he'd earned it.
He slung his arm over his brother's neck as they headed back to the SUV.
They'd sleep well tonight.
Tomorrow the hunt began anew.
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