In The Mouth Of The Rat
By: Tidia, December 2007
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Chapter 9/9
Pastor Jim had a plan, and put everyone to work. Dean knew he was
assigned the easy work. He called Jason, the earlier victim. He faxed a
photo of the three women to the motel office where Jason was staying
and he confirmed the unknown woman was in fact Diana.
Dean made further arrangements with Jason. Caleb had to go to the local
Target to pick up some supplies, he would also fetch Jason. The
transformed man needed to be present in order to return to his younger
self.
He also set up a courier services to invite Airlea and her crew to a
private party in their honor. The invitation would definitely get a
reaction.
Caleb had already left, leaving Dean alone with Jim. Dean was still
insecure, maybe it came with age. He felt he would be a hindrance and
needed reassurance. He couldn’t help asking, "I'm coming-right?"
"Of course," Jim said without looking up from the printouts Caleb had
given him of the schematics of The Dollhouse.
"Just checking," Dean nodded, glancing down at his clothes. He decided
he needed to change, at least into his own sweats. He was uncomfortable
in another person's clothes, especially these clothes.
By the time he returned downstairs, Caleb had returned with Jason.
"And here's the rest of the cast of Cocoon. You remember my friend,
Dean," Reaves pointed to Dean.
Dean ignored Caleb's poor 80's movie joke, and waved at Jason.
Jason's eyes widened. "Wha-wha-what happened to you?"
"Same thing." Dean sighed, and made his way over. It was strange to be
with Jason, looking so old and decrepit. It made him understand Caleb's
and Jim's reactions.
"Diana?" Jason questioned, his voice cracked.
Dean shook his head. "Nope, Airlea."
Jason made a clicking noise with his mouth. He then stared at Jim. "Him
too?"
Jim stared down the other man through his reading glasses. "Pardon me?"
Dean snorted. Jason assumed the pastor was also one of the siren's
victims. "This is Pastor Jim. He's a friend. He's always been that
old." Dean winced at his poor choice of words.
"What?" Jim said sharply.
"You know what I mean," Dean retorted. To the best of his recollection
Jim always had gray hair, and over the last few years it had grown
whiter.
Jim was kind enough to let the issue go, and they got into the Impala.
Dean tried to be gracious about sitting in the backseat, but was
uncomfortable with Caleb driving his car. He fidgeted.
"You have a bit of the sciatica, don't you?" Jason said, pointed to
Dean's leg.
He had been experiencing a sharp pain in his hip, which radiated down
his leg. "Is that what that is?"
"Yep, and don't get me started on my prostrate." Jason rolled his eyes.
Dean thought he was going to explain further, but Caleb interrupted.
"Do. Not. Go. There."
Jim laughed, then chuckled and then starting laughing again before he
brought himself under control.
They reached The Dollhouse with plenty of daylight remaining. Jason
rubbed his chin.
"I still don't understand why we came here."
Caleb opened the back door. "You'll have to wait and see." Reaves
brought up the rear, while Jim took the lead.
They watched in awe as Jim picked the lock. They had rarely seen Jim in
action. When they did, it was being in the presence of a master.
"Boys, I don't understand what you see in this establishment." Jim
covered his nose.
Dean didn't notice any particular scent.
"Jim, it's not the décor, it's the entertainment." Caleb replied
as he deposited his duffle on the bar.
Dean and Jason settled in one of the booths and watched the hunters.
Jim set up three radios with different music playing out of each one.
Dean had made some tapes—classical for Jim, rock for him and top forty
crap for Caleb.
Reaves held three bottles of kerosene. "You gonna help or sit on your
old ass?"
Dean was happy to oblige. Caleb took two of the bottles and Dean
handled one, squirting the carpet in a haphazard manner.
"Gentlemen, our guests have arrived." Jim announced as he walked into
the main room from his perch at the front door.
"They're early." Caleb replied.
It wasn't unexpected. The sirens probably thought they would gain an
advantage, beat the hunters to The Dollhouse. But, the sirens already
had home court advantage. "Guess they didn't like me defacing their
photo," Dean commented with a smirk,
"What did you do?" Caleb asked as he checked his shoulder holster once
more.
"Put a mustache on Diana. Devil horns and beard on Airlea and dog ears
on Eleni."
Caleb and Dean shared a laugh before the sirens interrupted.
"Boys, what do you think you're doing?" Airlea was in the lead, the
other two, Diana and Eleni flanked her. "Did you miss me?"
Dean felt anger towards Airlea, for taking away his youth. She had used
her feminine wiles against him. There were times when he allowed
himself to be used, but this was not what he agreed to. "Making sure
you can't go after anyone else."
"Go after?" Airlea lifted her arms up, and gracefully knotted her dark
hair. It was mesmerizing. "They all came of their own free will. Even
you, Dean. Didn't we have fun."
Dean swallowed, and tried to filter out her enticement, listening to
the music on the radio to drown out her call.
"I know I did. I usually don't take all at once." Airlea took in a deep
inhale. "But, I couldn't control myself. You know that." She winked at
Dean. "Do you still hear me? Too bad it fades over time."
"Diana?" Jason said, and reached a hand out to her.
"Stop," Jim ordered. "Just listen to the music."
Caleb stepped forward, in front of Dean to block him. "Your mind
control games won't work. He figured it out." Reaves gestured to Jim,
who had a gun calmly resting at his side.
"Him?" Diana snorted, and rolled her eyes.
"He's The Guardian. Like the Pope, but cooler." Dean defended the older
hunter. He earned respect a long time ago. "And he discovered a little
of our music counteracts yours."
"The sound waves you send out, amplified by your techno music that was
making me sick." Caleb smiled.
"You figured it out-smart and sexy," Eleni purred, and came to stand in
front of Caleb. "I like that in a man." She brushed her fingers against
his chest. She then gave a throaty chuckle. "No matter. We'll just move
on, find another place."
Caleb grabbed her fingers and tightened his fist. Eleni struggled to
pull away. "Wow confidence is sexy, but stupid isn’t. We can't let you
go."
Diana hissed as did Airlea. Their skins seemed to ripple with a
luminescent blue-green color. Their faces contorted, became longer,
their teeth turned sharp. "Let her go!"
Caleb did as was asked with a little shove at Eleni towards the other
two.
Dean swallowed, realizing he had sex with a hideous creature, and Caleb
was going to tease him.
"Deuce, tell me you used protection." Reaves said as he leveled his gun.
The teasing had already started. Dean brought his gun up from the
holder he had loosely draped on his shoulder. His arms were weak so he
kept it low.
The three sirens opened their mouths and screamed, an ungodly sound
that had the three hunters and Jason stepping back. Then Jim started to
shoot out the mirrors and glass. Caleb followed suit as did Dean.
This angered the sirens further, but their scream lessened. They began
to attack more physically.
"Get to the door!" Jim called out. "Once we pass through, they are
defeated!" He yelled as he shot at Diana, hitting her in the shoulder
where white liquid poured from the wound.
Jason and Dean kept low, Dean taking haphazard shots, Caleb hovering
over them.
Dean fumbled for his lighter, and tossed it on the kerosene soaked
carpet. He had known things would happen quickly, but he hadn't
realized how quickly.
They made it to the exit, Caleb trying to push them out, but Dean
stayed his ground.
"JIM!" he yelled. Dean noticed smoke starting to fill up where they had
just left. Caleb started forward, returning to find their mentor when
they heard more gunfire then saw Jim running at them.
"Go boys!" Jim swept out his arms, forcing Caleb and Dean to go outside
with him. They shut the doors, all three of them panting, and slipped
the two by four through the door handles to barricade the door.
Dean felt the surge of adrenaline leave his body, his legs felt rubbery
and he collapsed to the ground. Caleb and Jim each grabbed an arm,
pulled him up and then dragged him towards the Impala. Jason was
waiting for them, hunched over, with an arm over his stomach, a
supporting hand on the trunk.
Then Dean noticed Jason's once white hair was now a dark brown.
Jim released Dean's arm, and the pastor helped to steady Jason.
Dean brought his free arm over his stomach. He felt nauseous and bent
over.
"Deuce, what's going on?" Caleb asked. Dean couldn’t answer him. "Jim?"
"Let's get them in the car. They're going to be fine." Jim answered.
Dean allowed himself to be assisted into the backseat. They left the
scene of the crime with smoke spewing from The Dollhouse, flames
licking the roof.
Dean placed a hand over his eyes. He could feel his body filling, the
hollow feeling dissipating. The pain lessened then dulled. He let his
hand drop and looked at it. Gone were the wrinkles and age spots. It
was a hand he recognized. Finally, with a sigh, echoed by Jason, he
felt young again.
He looked at Jason, saw the transformation.
"Thank God," Jason uttered.
Dean met Caleb's eyes in the rearview mirror. "AHHH!" He mocked a
shocked expression. "Dude, something went wrong."
Dean knew his friend was joking, but lifted his head so he could check
his appearance. "Yeah, I got even more handsome."
They pulled up to the beach house. Dean was tapping his foot, wanting
to get out of the backseat to walk around. He had energy he needed to
burn.
Jason rubbed his forehead. "I don't want to know, do I?"
"No, not so much." Caleb turned around in the driver's seat.
"Buddy, go back to your wife." Dean advised. He stuck out his thumb
towards the bus station.
"You should honor your vows, and your wife." Jim turned around from the
passenger seat and gave the younger man a solemn nod.
Jason opened the car door. "Thanks for everything." He got out, and
waved before shutting the car door.
"Stay away from internet porn!" Dean yelled out. "Sorry, Jim."
The pastor sighed audibly, and turned back around. "When I get back to
the church my next sermon will be dedicated you two."
"Thanks, Jim," Dean answered, opening the car door, relishing the
fresh, humid air. He was feeling renewed.
"The evils of lust and its manifestations," Jim added.
"That's going to be a crowd pleaser. You gonna give specific examples?"
Caleb raised his eyebrows up and down.
Jim reached over and tapped the psychic on the face. "I'll be sure to
mention your name."
"So Damien, we can pack up and be out of here in a few minutes. You
good to go?" As much as Dean wanted to enjoy the beach, he knew his
friend would want to leave.
"My stuff it all set, on the bed, in a duffle."
Dean didn't laugh. It was a heartbreaking situation, something Dean
would never use against his friend. Friends and family were supposed to
be blind to the weaknesses of their loved ones. "We can meet up with
Dad," Dean suggested as he stepped out and luxuriously stretched out
his body.
Dean didn't miss the quick glance Caleb gave to Jim. There had been a
previous discussion concerning him.
"Deuce, I got some Tri Corp business in Arkansas. Why don't you come
with? I'll give you a job on the crew, make some decent money and find
some local hunting gigs?"
Jim cleared his throat. "Why don’t you check in with your father? I'll
keep Caleb company out here."
"Okay, I can grab your stuff too." Dean appreciated the privacy. He
went up the stairs, then unlocked the door to the house. He left his
cell phone on the kitchen counter. He looked at it, noticed there had
been no new messages or missed calls.
Dean had started to notice over the last few months he was the one who
initiated contact with his father. Dean had tested his father. If they
weren’t working a job together than a week would go by before he would
check in with Dean and get his location.
Then there were the times when they were on a hunt, and he would send
Dean ahead, just a day, then it stretched to three days on his own.
Dean didn’t want to question his father and distance him further. But,
they weren’t supposed to hunt alone, but that was happening. Dean
figured John was trying to build independence in his son, thought he
was too dependent on others. Dean accepted it, never commented about
it, kept it a secret from Caleb and Jim since John wasn't encouraging
those connections either.
Dean opened the phone and scrolled to his contact list. He was
connected to his father's voicemail. "Hey, Dad, we're done with the job
here," Dean paused, wanting to tell John about the sirens, but knowing
his father wasn't interested. He also didn't want to admit they had
called Jim. "So, I'm low on cash and Caleb said I could put some time
in with Tri-Corp. Hunt up some stuff in Arkansas. Okay?" Dean winced.
He wanted to make a confident statement, not a question. "Call me when
you need me, umm. . ." Dean thought his father wouldn't call him in
that case. "I'll touch base in three days if I haven’t heard from you.
Take care." Dean closed his phone, and went to gather his things from
the bedroom.
This chapter was closed.
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