Dog Dying And Throwing Up

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Fic Contest: "Accounts receivable" 21 /?

Title: "Unpaid". Author or
Author: Winchester_Mcdowell
Category: Crossover Supernatural / Dark Angel.
Rating: public.

21
Dean

Denver, Colorado, is a layer of dust and ash that Dean unlimited notes from the edge of the road, hands on waist and disbelief on his face.

"Shit! What happened here? "

For poke here and there groups of snags and some still alive, at least, as gray as the landscape around.

"A small disaster." Max floor of the vehicle and meets with Ela roadside facing the bleak landscape that extends to their feet. "The Pulse, remember? Some important industries stopped working, without filters, the accumulated waste polluted the environment, people fled ... There are places that could never recover. This, for example. "

In the distance you can see the towers abandoned what was once a great city, dead like everything else. Dean and cell extracts try to connect to the satellite.

"What dem ..."

"No Signal, Dean. Not here "

" Curse "

" Yes. The radio does not work. There is nothing for nothing. "

"Shit."

Dean dropped his arms in despair. Max goes to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"We'll find him, Dean", try to encourage him.

"Where? "Under a rock?" Comic. "do not even have to ask. You may not even be alive. Who can live in this place? They were wrong. Or I lied. Sam is not here. "

" Dean ... ", try the dark, but the hunter raises his hands, heading off any talk of consolation as he walks a few steps, road below.

"Just ... give me a minute, okay? I need to think a bit. "

Max leaves him. The walk is poorly maintained asphalt, hands in pockets, to stop at one point looking down the hill. The man is a puzzle for her yet. Sometimes as open and others as tight as a rock. And yet ...

"I hate this place," he Dalton's voice comes from the vehicle. Max sees him look out the window of the rear seat has become your den the last two days.

"Yeah, me either," the brunette walks his gaze on the horizon dim. "I can not believe we've come so far."

"Perhaps too much trust in him," mutters the boy as if he knew that nothing escapes the hearing of a transgene. Max turns slowly toward him, not sure of what you hear.

"What?" Dalton

looks up at the brunette and clarifies l to throat to explain.

"After all, he was the only one who spoke with the men in white and he brought us here to this ..." move your hand gestured vaguely around, much in the style of Alec. "... nothing. Who says he is telling the truth? ". Max

looks as if he had grown a second head.

"I thought Dean was your hero. "

"ALEC", immediately correct the guy is my hero. No Dean. " And again look down. "I was ... I was a little confused with them both but now I understand they are two different people," a glance at Max. "Maybe you're a little confused too."

The brunette you see in bewilderment, arms crossed, trying Dalton coinciliar this enthusiastic boy with a couple of days kissing Dean trod the floor as he once did with Alec.

"I have very clear who's who, come to the jeep and introduces a hand searching for the head of Dalton who rejects setting aside the head, out of reach. "What is happening to you?".

"Nothing. I'm not sick, "and begins to slip into the seat opposite the door. "Maybe I'm the healthiest person here"

not expect a response brown, simply descends and disappears into the rear of the vehicle. Max does not know if he is watching or cares. Open the trunk and searches there among the weapons that Dean kept in perfect order, ready to be used in case of attack of any kind. Looking for something specific, something powerful and manageable, but does not know whether to believe what he heard to say, choose a long dagger carved into the blade, dagger kills demons as the subject in the shoes of Alec, and hidden based on your waistband, under his jacket, as has been done to the hunter.

When you return to the front, Max has met with Dean few steps forward and is seated at his side, both feet hanging over the edge of the old road embankment free of barriers. At some point, the brunette puts his arm over Dean's shoulders and both are viewed with an intimacy that sickens Dalton. Take a breath and a faint second is on the back of Dean brandishing the knife blade. But the hunter is faster in spite of not being prepared and they roll down the hill, clinging to each other like two cats locked in an alley fight. The dagger is lost in a second during the fall. When the world stops spinning, the picture is not pleasing to the boy. The blade barely made a cut to the hunter's jacket and, in turn, Dalton is trapped against the ground, the strong hand of Dean immobilizing the wrist and his arm crushed her neck leaving only the enough space for breathing.

"What the hell, boy?", Thunders the voice of man, but more than anger, Dalton is in disbelief concerned frown.

The noise of the loose earth above their heads, announced that Max has gone after them. Dalton sees it as his last chance.

"is a demon, Max!" Screams through the tightness in her throat. "Kill him! Kill him! "

And Max stops short, surprised at the start of the boy. Dean looks up and shakes her head in sharing his dismay.

"Oh, my God!" Exclaims Dalton and both return their attention. Eyes the boy, staring at Max, seem to come out of their orbits. "You're one of them!". Dean

further wrinkle his brow trying to understand what happens.

"What hell are you talking about?" He insists, and turns his head toward the dark looking for something that tells the origin of terror in Dalton. Can not see the black eyes of Max which does provide the boy panicked. 're At it, distracted by the dark, when a knee violently crashes against his crotch. The next thing I know is that it has fallen to one side, unable to continue holding their prey amid the flash of pain that she removed her breath. From his perspective on the ground can see Dalton, turned into a frightened animal, taken flight again. Max looks at Dean fugitive and then, without deciding to leave the hunter. He gestures with his hand toward Dalton running leaving a trail of dust behind him.

"Go for it!" He ordered in a growl that is an attempt to hide their affliction.

She obeys and run. Dalton reaches the entrance of a dry forest with trunks and thin leaves are broken as they fall upon them, Max making iron on the boy to stop him. The boy stands until exhaustion overcomes him and stands there with his back to the ground, the breath of the race on his breath, facing the dark over him. Max has never seen anyone with so much terror in his eyes.

"Tell me, Dalton! What is happening to you? "

" go! "Stirred trying to free but it is useless because Max keeps legs immobilized with their weight. "I will not let you take possession of my body!".

The confusion about the dark forces to lower their guard.

"What?"

"I know who killed Max, Alec and killed Dean! You both stole their bodies! I will not let me do the same! "

" What ...?" and Max then he understood what happens. He must have seen it coming. The boy is sick and hallucinating. "Dalton, look at me. Look at me! "Dalton agree to comply and it is only a couple of worried brown eyes fixed on him. "Everything will be fine. Are you listening? You'll be fine. Take care of you and then ... "

an arm around his neck prevented him keep talking and start off the boy.

"Leave my boy, bitch," I speak a male voice in her ear, so close that it dampens the input channel and then the other subject's hand is gripping the chin with clear intentions to break his neck. "What say you, boy? "Slow or fast? Want to see her suffer or not? "

From the ground, Dalton only managed to gasp like a fish out of water, unable to utter a sound, now horrified by the violence exercised by the subject.

"You're right," said the man as if guy had really been answered. "It is better to end soon with the trash that stinks," but before he can make the fatal stroke, a body falls on them, making them crash into the sand. Max wheel immediately to the side, breaking free, only to see Dean, punches, makes the subject's face a map with relief. And yet, the man can not stop laughing.

"Is it all you got?" He asks.

"No, it is", and a motion blur, Dean stabs him the arm to the floor with the dagger lost by Dalton and recovered on the road. The cry of the devil runs the hill and extends to echo down the valley.

"Control is the police," notes with astonishment Max.

"No, not him," Dean says, standing up, the panting breath and look where it remains Dalton, petrified. "Christ," says and points to the guy who tries vainly pulling the dagger from pitiful whimpering, "is a demon."

The complaints then become scratchy loud to attract the attention of the three transgenic and then a grimace of utter contempt on the subject's mouth.

"reek of Dean Winchester," he says. "What? How many dead think you can take from here? How many have you? "And looks at Dalton. "Alec yelled as he drew the guts out of his belly until he cut his throat and tongue and could not do more."

With anger, Dean moving back to the devil and spins round the knife tearing tendons and muscles no matter their outrageous howling. When appease their cries, the beast is looking for Dalton with his eyes, half-smile on his face disfigured.

"See?" He says through his breathing and then in a whisper. "See how I have reason?".

Dean turns to face the boy. Dalton is standing, his body prepared to flee again, and notes with the same eyes bulging with previously looked at Max.

"Anything that made you see something in me, Dalton is not true." Saca from his pocket a bottle of holy water and blink before Dalton, spray the bug with the content. This gruñey hisses to his skin contact while boiling. Then, Dean takes the bottle to his lips and takes a long drink. Nothing happens. Dalton frowns, puzzled.

"I saw blood on your hands," accused "Torn bodies foal!"

And then Dean feels like vomiting.

Max walks his gaze between the boy and the hunter trying to understand what you mean.

"Those were just hallucinations, Dalton," she says. "A lie of this garbage," says the devil with a dismissive wave of his hand and then looks at the hunter. "Really?" But Dean is silent.

"You were in hell," insisted the boy.

Dean looks at the devil.

"I did not say anything" and if he could, he would raise his hands to emphasize his innocence burlesque. "Some things just can not hide, Deanna."

hunter's shoulders visibly bent down as if it had been given before an enormous weight.

"Yes. I was there, "he says finally, looking down.

Max gives a start.

"What?"

Dean does not answer immediately. Is too busy wondering where the hell to have to chase him. He takes a moment to shelter behind the mask of "I do not care," that long time ago that do not use.

"Why?" Insists the brunette.

Dean looks, set up and mask.

"Later, Max. We have to go ", and looks away towards the costs they will have to rise.

Max looks for a moment, unable even to digest what heard at the same time, unable to distrust the hunter. And then remember the devil.

"And him?" He asks pointing to the bug.

Dean turns to him.

"He comes to us," decided to go to him, drawing his knife from his jacket pocket. He opens his shirt in one motion and supports the tip of the blade on bare skin, ready to draw a line from the center of the chest but then stops.

"Max", without looking back orders. "Take the jeep Dalton"

The brunette nods slowly, knowing that the hunter can not see. Take the boy's arm, who is too confused now to decide for themselves what to do, and forces him to walk uphill.

The bug crooked smiles, realizing that the hunter does not want the boy to see him hurt.

"You know I scream like crazy, right?" He says with boastful smile. But then look into the face of GM and that is not the eyes of a young man of twenty-four but of a man with a long and furious life that bore hatred. Then his attempt to feign indifference gradually disappears with his smile.

"Well," announces the hunter, "will give you reasons to do it."

Dalton Max and middle hill are when the screams of the bug them enough.

"Okay, Dalton, Max reassures him by noting his anxiety. "It's a demon, remember?"

The boy continues to rise, resist the urge to cover his ears with his hands.

"Yes. I know. "

what Dalton does not know for sure is if only one they left behind is.

Chapter 22

Wheres The Best Place To Get Xanax

Story: "A stranger in town"

This

is old and one of my favorites. I'll put on the list for the contest of cuasilibro esciam .

A stranger in town.


We were in the cellar when he appeared. I saw him before he did Julia. When the bell rang announcing their entry, Simon stood up slowly on the counter and looked at him very seriously. "No, no," he said and my eyes immediately went to the shelf behind my back and yes teníaa was, yes. Always had. Simon said Why not?

When I looked back, arguing. Rather, Simon argued. The Stranger just looked bewildered by the anger he had caused.

again Jingle bell on the door and the foreman stood firm Romero steps back the strange, hands on waist. There was more discussion.

I was looking through the spaces between the shelves, but we were too far to understand his words. I only saw the Stranger settling slowly and cautiously at the counter in order to keep an eye on both men. I hoped that at any time you jump over. I also thought they would.

When I tried to get a bit closer, I felt the pinch of my sister in the arm and I had to turn to her. "Do not look," he said and dragged me inside warehouse where they were cooking utensils. It forced me to look at pots and pans that did not need until they heard the bell on the door announcing the departure of Strange.

"It should not be here," Simon told the foreman as we approach the inn cancel our purchase. Both looked to the street through the window where the figure of the visitor in the morning sun shone. "No," Foreman agreed, "should not."

Simon took our money with vacant eyes and we left there with the feeling that we could have gone with the money and the goal, which barely held between the two, without had been realized.

The Strange was out, still too embarrassed to make a decision. "Stop looking at it that way," Julia snapped me realizing immediately that had spoken too high because the Stranger turned his head toward us. Julia caught her breath, convinced that had attracted a great danger about it.

Then he smiled.

His eyes sparkled and I smiled back confidently. I wanted to talk, ask how, why and how far countries had come to this remote village but Julia ordered me to march with her back home before even trying. I put a last look at her figure planted on the sidewalk. It was still quiet. Seemed not to mind being the center of attention of the entire street. He should have gone then, when the itching of the skin of the people had not yet been transformed into a fever.

The next morning was impossible not to wake up with the noise of footsteps and dropping packages in the van. I rubbed my eyes several times before achieving a clear view of the room. Julia was kneeling on his bed, listening intently, trying to figure out what was happening out there. Silenced me with a curt wave of his hand when I wanted to say something, still half dazed with sleep. She was wearing cotton petticoat wearing nightie to sleep. We looked for an instant and mutual understanding of what should be our next move, jumped out of bed and went into the yard without worrying about the shoes.

remember the warm, scratchy contact the gallery floor against the soles of my feet. "Something has happened," she whispered my sister, but it was obvious that I had already realized that. We saw Nestor, the son of the foreman. He was wearing jeans and boots, a plaid shirt and a chupalla. I was carrying ropes and rifles in the back of the truck. Not stopping to see us more, we smiled as only deal with the daily chores of the farm. But we knew that it was not. Iban to go looking. Iban to hunt.

had a dress in the cellar, deep red, dotted with small blue flowers, orange and yellow. Hung one of the rough wooden shelves next to the toothpaste, tomatoes and toys, all stacked in piles, side by side.

The winery worked for me in the manner of a magic lamp that granted the strangest desires that my imagination could conceive. Simon let me Burguete the shelves even when used to address Julia looks furious. She was only a couple of years older than me but wanted me to fly on the overwhelming authority of the adults. Atrevíaa not say anything in front of Simon, but sometimes I pinch in the arm to remind me that we were there just to shop the day.

Anyway, I wanted that red dress as she had desired both wrists. When I think of the night that followed the start of the hunt, I always remember the dress and the rays of sun coming through the small wooden windows, illuminating the shelves with its ocher, so warm, so beautiful so people with taste. That

Strange night lay on the field behind the house with a large red spot on his chest. We we were standing beside him, silent, if you know the embarrassment caused by the shock, each with a carbide lamp in hand, chasing away the darkness of the night around us. His blood was lost in the soil prepared for planting. Julia was scared but tried to hide it so as not to frighten. I had never seen so much blood, as red as the dress I wanted so badly. In the distance we could hear the murmur of the approaching vehicles and dogs.

"They're coming." Julia looked into the darkness. It combines the dim lamplight I could see what had turned pale. His lips trembled. I looked at the stranger. His eyes were open and staring at me. He could not speak. "You have to get him out of here," Julia told her and she turned to me with disbelief. Not repeated it, I set about trying to get him out of the ditch. We tried dragging it off the field and the result was that a trail of blood irrepressible signaled our desperate attempt. I could not stop thinking about "blood, blood ... I find the smell of blood. The dogs will find it before we could leave the garden. "

At some point I knew it was useless. Julia had already noticed and started to retreat to the house again and again back his steps to say "Let's go! For Diosito Ghost! Go! They're coming! ". I grabbed the arm, yanked me volvíaa a bit and run into the house to tears. But nevertheless, I did not resign. He dragged his body into the ground, sweating and panting, only to move a few centimeters and clumsy, almost nothing. He knew it too. He put his hand cold and wet on my demanding my attention. There was fear in his eyes. I still try to define what I saw in them. Resignation? Conformity? I do not know for sure. He wanted me to go with my sister. Moved lips and I held my ear to his mouth. "I'll be fine, do not worry." I knew it was not true, but I went anyway. I took her hand, shook it a few seconds while listening to the noise approach. He tried to smile. Then I left and ran like mad toward the house, Julia few steps ahead of me.

jumped the fence and run reached the trees at the edge of the field. It was then we heard the shots. I braked and turned away to the place where the explosions came from open-mouthed, heart paralyzed, barely breathing. From somewhere behind me screaming Julia begged me to go ahead, otherwise we would be caught. I was shocked because I thought we too would be murdered.

saw the glow of lamps behind the trees blurred by the tears that had started to flood my eyes. Dogs barked. The men laughed. I knew then that he could not return to love these people who, for no reason any, had swallowed the young man's life that I dedicate his beautiful smile in front of the winery. And had no desire to return to that place now. She did not want their shelves, or the red dress or the giant tomatoes, or Simon's stupid smile behind the counter. Since that night, that was no longer my people and my land. Never again.

I wiped my tears with a sudden movement of my hand. Julia was waiting for me still a few steps from the house with eyes wide open, panting breathing. I turned around and ran to her.

FIN

"A stranger in town" by Marcela Alejandra Ponce Trujillo is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.