Random Supernatural RP, Part 1

Chapter 36

*They somehow manage to get Kalix to the medical wing where Artie and Sean are staying. They cant separate Sean from Artie at the moment out of fear of angering the hunter.*

Saraid: *Peeks in.* Maybe we should wait?

Dean: I am not dealing with this thing any longer. *Pushes past Saraid dragging Kalix with him.*

Sam and Saraid: *Follow.*

Dean: Sean, we need you to do some_. *Stops.*

Sean: *Motioned for him to be quiet. The kids, Jerald, and Levi are gone. Leaving Sean who is currently stroking Arties hair as he peacefully sleeps, using Seans gut as a pillow.*

Artie: *Whispers quietly.*

Sean: I just got him to calm down enough to sleep.

Saraid: *Appears relieved.* First time in a week without it being because he passed out.

Dean: *Shoves Kalix in front of him.* Just do something about this.

Sean: *Glares.* This is the first time Arthur has slept in a week. Im not moving. *Appears to be more serious when he uses Arties full name.*

Dean: I didnt say that you had to leave Artie. *Turns to Saraid.* You deal with this; it seems to be your mess anyway.

Sean: What is it you need done? *Sniffs the air. Eyes widen for a moment in shock.* Saraid, I didnt know you had it in you to do something so naughty. All this time acting like the good little brother.

Saraid: *Embarrassed.* Haha. Very funny.

Sean: Alright, someone gag him. This isnt a pleasant experience and I dont want Artie waking up. *Strokes Arties hair more to make sure hell remain asleep.*

Dean: *Grabs something to gag Kalix with.* With pleasure. *Roughly shoves it into Kalixs mouth.*

Sean: Get me a cup too. *Grabs Kalixs arm and turns it to where he can clearly see his arteries. Eyes turn black with orange irises and slit like pupils as his jaw stretches, allowing his teeth to morph into sharp jagged fangs.*

Kalix: *Looks terrified at the sight and tries to pull away but fails and screams loud, though its stopped by the gag, as Seans fangs dig deep into his skin.*

Dean and Sam: *Silently take pleasure in Kalixs pain.*

Sean: *Stops after a while and pulls back, still holding Kalixs arm with a mouthful of something. Motions for Sam to bring him a cup, which he does, and spits out a large quantity of purplish liquid similar to what he injected Artie with. Spits it out with disgust.* Jeez, Saraid. Do you eat cartons of salt?

Saraid: No. Is that bad?

Sean: Nah. Must just be the dormant thing. Mine tastes like jalapenos.

Kalix: *Trembling from the experience. Looks slightly relieved when he thinks Sean is done and tries to pull away.*

Sean: Hold your horses. There might be more. *Eyes glint as he grins.* Better safe than sorry. *Obviously pissed over how Kalix used his brother, and bites a new set of holes into Kalixs arm, who once again cries in agony, falling to the floor on his knees once Sean finally lets go and spits a slightly smaller amount of Venom into the cup. The total amount extracted is close to filling the cup to the brim. Sean looks at the substance and shrugs.* Youre lucky. If I had to do this to Artie wed probably be able to get half a gallon.

Dean: *Looks confused.* Hold up, I thought that Artie still held his V card.

Sean: Doesnt mean Ill let anyone have the chance of taking that before I can. *Smirks. and strokes Arties hair.*

Saraid: Wait, so when you drank Arthurs blood? *Looks horrified.* Brother!

Sean: Saraid, keep your voice down. We dont want Artie waking up. *Looks down as Artie squirms, then curls up more and goes back to sleeping, looking oddly helpless. Looks at the confused Winchesters.* Im a full hunter. I have a wider set of abilities.

Sam: *Taking interest in this.* What type of abilities?

Sean: Well, for one I can use my troll form. I can inject my venom on will. Im stronger, faster. I can see in the dark clearly. Then theres the perks of my current position in the troll branch of power.

Sam: Thats intriguing.

*What Dean heard: Troll. Blah blah blah. Venom. Blah blah blah. Stronger. Faster. Blah blah blah. See in the dark. Blah blah blah.*

Saraid: *Smiles.* Brothers the current troll king.

Sam: Troll king?

Sean: Its the troll above all the other trolls. In other words, I can command any other troll being, and if they disobey theyll be hunted down by the gods that we worshipped.

Dean: Well, that seems interesting, but wed better let Larson know that we took care of the problem with the siren. Whered he go, anyway?

Sean: Dont bother Larson while he works. He gets cranky. Especially now that he has to talk to someone who threatened to put a bullet in their brain in front of one of the most sensitive people here.

Dean: Hey, Im not happy about it either, but we know that Levi was just doing that to get Larson.

Sean: That doesnt make it acceptable. *Looks down at Artie.* He was starting to heal.

Dean: I never said that it was acceptable. As for your brother, hell heal over time. Or grow a damn pair, and be a man.

Sean: *Glares.* I know Saraid is strong enough to get through something like this. I was talking about Arthur, you prick!

Sam: *Stops Dean.* Enough! Cant you two just agree to disagree?

Dean: No. Now stop screwing around. Saraid said he knew what Kalix needs.

Saraid: Its asleep.

Sam: Asleep?

Saraid: *Points at Artie.*

Dean: Oh, great. Him.

Kalix: *More interested in Artie now.* Is that a fae?

Saraid: *Nods.* A Greene royal.

Kalix: *Inches forward.* Its tiny. Are you sure?

Saraid: Positive.

Sean: *Pulls Artie closer.* Saraid, you shouldnt have told him. If he releases his aura itll wake up Artie.

Kalix: He can sleep when hes dead!

Sean: Dont you dare!

Kalix: *Eyes glow, the air around him becoming thicker.*

Artie: *Eyes snap open.*

Saraid: Oh, boy.

Artie: *Slowly gets up despite Sean trying to stop him. Kalix and Artie start to slowly circle each other, auras both at full blast causing an odd tension in the room.*

Sean: *Gets up and inches over to a safe distance, motioning for the others to get back as well.*

Sam: *To Sean.* Is that a bad thing?

Sean: Not necessarily. Theyre assessing each other right now, examining each others spirits to find a match to connect on.

Sam: Why?

Sean: Faes are spiritual people. Sirens are just used to examining others for weakness. If were lucky, they have something in common, and can avoid a huge fight.