Welcome to the Impala

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The thing in the road took a step toward the lot of them.

Cecil jumped in front of Carlos, his one arm pushing his boyfriend behind him. "No! No, Kevin stay back! You stay back!" His voice was shaking. The thing - Kevin - stopped in his tracks.

"Cas," Dean whispered. "Take Maureen and get out of here. Find help." Dean didn't take his eyes off Kevin. Kevin cocked his head to the side as he scanned the four of them.

"Look at you all." said Kevin. "Why so serious? Would it kill you to smile a little?"

"If the alternative is looking like you," Dean replied. "then it just might." Kevin fixed his black eyes on Dean. Starring into Kevin's eyes was like starring down into two bottomless pits, the eyes seeming to grow blacker and blacker with each second that passed. It might have been Dean's imagination, but he swore he see things moving within Kevin's eyes.

Kevin yawned, revealing a forked tounge, and fixed his eyes on Cecil. "Well, it was nice to catch up again, Cecil. We should really do this more often." he said. "But right now, I have a radio show to run." Kevin straightend his bow tie with his taloned fingers.

"Like hell you do!" In one swift motion, Dean pulled his gun from its holster at his side and aimed it at Kevin's head. Sam, as usual, was standing tall next to his brother, but Carlos and Cecil sucked in a breath. Suddenly, Kevin started laughing. It took him a minute to compose himself, before completely turning his attenion to Dean.

"Dean, Dean, Dean," Kevin said, shaking his head. "Didn't anyone ever tell you? Guns don't kill people. People kill guns." Kevin made two taloned fingers into a make-shift gun. "Bang." The gun in Dean's hand burst, leaving only a small pile of dust at his feet and resdue on his hand. Dean starred at his hand and at the dust at his feet in disbelief. Kevin gave them a dismissive wave of his hand. "Take them away." Suddenly, Dean's arms were pinned behind his back, as where the others'. He couldn't see exactly what was holding them all, but he could feel sharp taloned fingers poking his wrists and, occasionally, his back. There's more of them, Dean thought. More Kevins. Dean was being dragged, kicking and screaming, away from the radio station, as was Carlos. Sam and Cecil, however, were being dragged past the radio station. Carlos and Cecil were putting up a hell of a fight, Dean noted. At one point, the both of them broke free and raced toward each other as fast as they could. They were almost in each other's arms when they were grabbed, one again, and pulled apart. Dean had no idea where they were being taken but, judging by his comrades' faces, it wasn't good.