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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Ladona was sitting with her back to the stone wall once again. Her shirt was cold and sticky from her blood and she shivered from shock. Anna had not returned, but neither had Celeste and Ladona was glad for that at least. She didn’t know how much longer she could survive here or even how long she’d been there.

Dean … her mind called out to him again and behind her closed eyes she could hear him laugh. She could see him as she did when they were in the car and he reached his arm across the back of the seat to play with her hair. She felt his kiss and how warm his hands were on the bare skin of her back. Dean … I don’t want to leave you, but I don’t know if I can hold on much longer.

She stood in the middle of a large wheat field and it was warm with a large, bright sun overhead. A forbidding, dark forest stood to one side of the field and Ladona shivered just looking at it. The sun felt good on her shoulders and Ladona looked down to find herself wearing a dress and no shoes. Her hair fell down her back a bit and her arms, legs and hands were tan. Her grandmother’s ring – a large sapphire surrounded by diamonds on a wide, gold band - glinted on the middle finger of her left hand.

Ladona walked a few steps further into the field and away from the forest. “Dean,” she called out.

“I’m here,” he answered, his voice coming from behind her.

She turned around and saw him. He was wearing a loose white shirt and looked tan and relaxed, his green eyes twinkling in the sun, the half-smile she loved. Ladona grinned and walked toward him. “I knew you’d find me,” she told him.

“I’ll always find you,” Dean answered, reaching out to cup her cheek in his palm and rub his thumb across her bottom lip.

“Get up.”

Celeste’s voice snapped across the cave pulling Ladona from her reverie. The younger witch groaned involuntarily. Ladona’s eyes popped open when she was lifted unceremoniously to her feet. The older witch looked tense and afraid and it set off alarm bells in Ladona’s mind.

“What do you want?” Ladona snapped back.

“My god has no need of you,” Celeste told her, looking back quickly over her shoulder. “He’s left you to me.”

“I don’t think so.” Ladona struggled to hold on to the warmth from the image of her and Dean in the field and that’s when she knew. Dean and John were here. Dean was close. She knew it and it gave her strength. “You look scared, Celeste.”

The woman snorted and raised her hand, but Ladona had what she needed. As soon as the spell was released, Ladona stuck out her good hand and caught the spell in her palm. The energy dissolved quickly, but it was enough to give Ladona the extra push she needed. She bent and picked up a jagged piece of shale from the floor and flung it across the room like a Frisbee with all her might.

The rock whistled through the air and sliced across Celeste’s throat, cutting her deeply and spraying her blood across the walls of the cave. The old witch sank to the floor, an expression of incredulity frozen on her beautiful, scarred face.

Ladona felt the magic that bound her lift with Celeste’s death, but she didn’t have the energy to use her power. Instead, she put her arm out to steady herself and tried to walk towards where she knew the opening to her cell was. Ladona hit the floor and lay on her side before she’d even taken a step, gulping air and trying to make the room stop spinning and the bright lights behind her lids stop twinkling.

She put her forehead against the cool stone of the floor and felt her arm begin throbbing, which meant she was bleeding again. “Dean,” she whispered.

“I’m here,” he said, cradling her head on his arm, his eyes searching her pale face. “I’m here, Ladona. Open your eyes.”

Oh, dear Goddess, he thought. How much blood had she lost? The light in the room was dim, but he could see the slick wetness – a lot of it - pooled a few feet away and her arm was bleeding profusely – and was that her bone? -  it was worse than he thought he could stomach. Could he move her? He had to get her out of here, but how, without her losing more blood or injuring her further?

Ladona forced herself to open her eyes and blinked to clear her vision. She sobbed with relief when Dean’s face swam into focus. “I’m here, baby,” he soothed. “Sshhhh … I’m here.”

Dean lifted her in his arms, understanding that John had gone to take care of the god or whatever it was and that his father had lied to him deliberately. Dean didn’t care, though, since he would have done the same thing. Cautiously, Dean went back out into the hall, but it was silent and he was confident he and John had taken care of everyone who lived there. Well, except for the dead witch where they’d been holding Ladona, he corrected himself, proud that even weak and nearly unconscious, Ladona had been able to hold her own.

Anna. He hoped John was able to get to Anna in time. If Ladona had been in the one room, that meant Anna was with that thing and who knew how much blood it had taken from her. Dean firmly pushed aside what it could mean for his dad if Anna were to die and continued on his way out of the caves and into the coolness of the night. He’d cross that bridge when and if necessary. Right now, he only wanted to get Ladona to safety and then to a hospital. He moved quickly, trying to ignore the fact that his shirt was soaked and getting wetter by the second with Ladona’s blood.

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John ignores the faint popping sound as he steps through the silencing spell which served the unintended purpose of keeping the demigod from knowing of the attack. But his mind isn’t working on any kind of rational level at the moment. All he sees is a naked man on top of his wife, his mouth fastened against her throat. Low animal growls and grunts fill the chamber.

John takes two large steps and hooks his boot into the creature’s ribs, dislodging him from Anna’s throat and sending him flying. He notes how still and pale she is before stepping over her to finish the job he started 20 years ago. Before the creature has time to do more than kneel and turn John has his machete drawn. He swings it in a smooth arc and watches with satisfaction as recognition dawns in the creature’s eyes mere seconds before its headless body slumps to the floor. The end, he thinks savagely.

But there’s no feeling of victory as he kneels beside Anna. Her skin is milky white, providing a stark contrast to the ragged red bites on her arm and neck. He quickly strips down to his t-shirt and uses his outer shirt to bandage the wound on her arm. But he has no way to stop the blood flowing from her throat. Terror grips him as he scoops her into his arms and staggers to his feet.

All he can think of is getting her to a hospital as he moves quickly through the caves and out into the night where Dean waits with an unconscious Ladona in his arms. Without a word they begin their descent. It’s a long way down the mountain and Anna’s warm blood is already soaking his t-shirt.
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From:heyheath30
Date:January 22nd, 2008 03:14 pm (UTC)
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For whatever reason, I absolutely LOVE how there's a popping sound to signal going in and out of a silencing spell. That's is one of the best details!

"hooked his boot in the creatures ribs"

I can just see the grim determination on John's face as he brings his foot back and then ... WHAM! that nasty ass thing goes flying across the room.

Ohhh ... the machete! "the end" in-friggin-deed!
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From:sukayro
Date:January 22nd, 2008 04:21 pm (UTC)
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Grim determined John = gah! *thunk*

Carry on. I'll be here awhile. LOL

And for a visual see my icon...
From:heyheath30
Date:January 22nd, 2008 04:24 pm (UTC)
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*thunk*

I love that icon ...
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From:sukayro
Date:January 22nd, 2008 04:28 pm (UTC)
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OK, but don't land on me next time! Your diet isn't working THAT well...

*rolls away before you can hit or kick...or pull hair*

LOL
From:heyheath30
Date:January 22nd, 2008 04:31 pm (UTC)
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don't land on you? I'm the one with the bruise from you falling off your chair and hitting me with your pointy elbow so many damn times!

*rubs side of leg*

See?!
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From:sukayro
Date:January 22nd, 2008 06:23 pm (UTC)
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I do indeed have pointy elbows. *hangs head in shame*
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From:afleetalex
Date:January 29th, 2008 02:28 am (UTC)
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Off subject but not, that's my favorite John icon. In my story he has that beard with the gray in it. Damn sexy.
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From:sukayro
Date:January 22nd, 2008 04:27 pm (UTC)
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Ladona going off into blood loss induced fantasy land is so cool! I think it shows her deep yearning for a little peace. Interesting that she looks different though...longer hair, wearing a dress and her grandma's ring (is that a foreshadowing? *waggles eyebrows*).

Then that bitch Celeste interrupts. Grrr. But, wait, she's afraid! And Ladona catches her spell! And kills her with a Frisbee rock! Not to be redundant but...ROCK!!!!!!!!!! *celebration dance*

Thank goodness the cavalry has arrived! Now get down that mountain, guys! *bites nails nervously*
From:heyheath30
Date:January 22nd, 2008 04:30 pm (UTC)
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You know you always look in fantasies how you wish you looked or maybe she was just influenced by too many Hallmark commercials! LOL

Foreshadowing? I don't know what you're talking about ... *whistles and tries not to look around* No foreshadowing going on in this story. Not a bit. Nope. Nothing.

Can you imagine carrying the woman you love and she's bleeding so badly that pretty soon you're both covered in blood and all you can think to yourself is hurry up ... don't fall ... hurry up ... don't fall.

GAH ... *goes off wailing*
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From:sukayro
Date:January 22nd, 2008 06:22 pm (UTC)
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Can I imagine? Um. How the hell do you think I wrote that!?! OF COURSE I imagined it! I literally LIVE every moment that I write. Which can totally suck when things aren't going well for the characters. But now you know why I enjoy the sex scenes so much. *big ole grin*
From:msunshine
Date:January 22nd, 2008 08:54 pm (UTC)
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Guys, reading your comments is almost as much fun as reading the story. Almost, I said.

Blood, blood and more blood. Yikes, you guys! How can anyone survive that! That was a rhetorical question, NOT an invitation for you to kill off any characters!

Oh, and DEAN, when has lying to your family worked out well for you? (I know you didn't really, sweetheart, but you agreed that you would have done it, too!)

Nice visuals on the dream Ladona had, especially the green eyes and white shirt! Oh, The Pretty!

Also, very good descriptions on all the god-killing mayhem. I like how the Winchesters don't make rookie mistakes like talking to the people instead of killing them. All business with those two!

*glares at you and is scared for both Ladona and Anna* Hurry up and post the next part so I'll know if you saved them! (please, I should add, as my mother taught me).
From:heyheath30
Date:January 22nd, 2008 09:15 pm (UTC)
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*beeeeeeep*

I'm sorry. You've reached the automatic comment messaging system for Heath and Suk. They are unable to post more story today because ... well, because they like leaving you hanging ... bwahahahahahaha coughcoughcough ...

*beeeeeeeep*
From:msunshine
Date:January 22nd, 2008 10:01 pm (UTC)
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My goodness, you are SOOOO funny!
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From:sukayro
Date:January 24th, 2008 03:54 pm (UTC)
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I reiterate: HEATH is responsible for how quickly the story gets posted. *I* would never...torture...by...

Ah, I see my ride to Hell has arrived. Must jet.
From:msunshine
Date:January 25th, 2008 12:39 am (UTC)
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Hmmm. Not only are you going to hell ... you're taking a super-fast jet. They must really want you BAD.
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From:sukayro
Date:January 25th, 2008 02:34 am (UTC)
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Good to be in demand. hee hee
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From:sukayro
Date:January 24th, 2008 03:58 pm (UTC)
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If you like our comments here you should see what we say in private while we're writing! Too bad we're contractually obligated not to tell. Pity that... *evil grin*

You know, I wouldn't necessarily classify what John did as "lying." It's not like he SAID, "Ladona's that way." And they had to divide the workload somehow...
From:msunshine
Date:January 25th, 2008 12:41 am (UTC)
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Piffle! You and your "everything you do is all right" John. Why, it sounds as if you're PARTIAL to him or something.

*looks superior* I would NEVER be that way.
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From:sukayro
Date:January 25th, 2008 02:36 am (UTC)
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Hey, look! We're right next to each other on the jet to Hell!

*dies laughing*
From:msunshine
Date:January 25th, 2008 04:17 am (UTC)
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Yes ... and in first-class!
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From:afleetalex
Date:January 29th, 2008 02:27 am (UTC)
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And back to our ass-kicking damsels in distress!

I'm glad now we're seeing the repercussions of Ladona's injuries because that makes it all the more real to me; that she's going into shock, that she's frightened, that she's trying to distract herself from her pain and blood loss. And what a sweet scene! And then to have Celeste walk into it! GRRR!!!

Oh! I love how that's when she realizes Dean is close! What a connection they have! And Celeste is pissed and she's going to do something she shouldn't? Silly Celeste. You've learned jack shit in all the years you've been with this god, hm??

Go Ladona, you rockin' badass! Nice kill. And way to use Celeste's power against her. I knew they'd underestimate Ladona. Oh, and Dean doesn't blame his dad for lying to him. Cool for Dean.

I love the image of John using his boot to knock the god off of Anna!! Great visual!!

And now we have two bloody and seriously wounded women high on a mountain. Run, guys, run!!
From:heyheath30
Date:January 29th, 2008 02:22 pm (UTC)
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It's quite the dilemma ... hurry up, but don't drop the women ... hurry up, but don't fall down and risk further injury or death ... hurry up and let's hope to hell we really did kill all those mountain dwelling freaks.

Good thing the Winchesters are light on their feet and have good balance!

I, too, loved John kicking the god thingy like that and then beheading him. That Suk could convey so much in a few paragraphs is awesome and then some!
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From:afleetalex
Date:January 29th, 2008 02:56 pm (UTC)
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John is definitely pissed and I don't blame him. He's not going to let any nasty creature feed on Anna, not if he can help it. And woe betide anybody who tries that little stunt!

'Let's hope to hell we really did kill all those mountain dwelling freaks' - LOL! *LOVE*
From:heyheath30
Date:January 29th, 2008 03:17 pm (UTC)
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GAH!

The icon ...

no ... rational ... thoughts ...

*thunk*
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From:afleetalex
Date:January 30th, 2008 01:32 pm (UTC)
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*grins wickedly at you*

The icon. It holds power, yes?

*rubs hands together evilly, cackles*
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From:sukayro
Date:April 17th, 2008 05:15 am (UTC)
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Hmmmmmmm. Heath never told me you commented...

Well, I'll deal with her later. *bright smile*

Glad you enjoyed it. Everyone seems to love the boot image.
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From:afleetalex
Date:April 17th, 2008 11:48 am (UTC)
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Not just because I have a predilection for boots either! It's a tough manly image and it shows he doesn't have time for niceties - even to reach over with a hand. He's doing it NOW. That kind of thing. Very nice.
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