Warping to Destiny - A Supernatural FanFiction

Chapter 85 - In Hot Water

Sam and Dean

"Where the hell are we?" asked Sam

"That's the $64,000 question Sammy. There's not even a town here."

Where they were appeared to be in the middle of a dense jungle, with foliage almost too thick to walk through. It was hotter than two shades of hell, and there were sounds of insects buzzing and animals moving through the tree tops.

"How are even supposed to know which way to go?" asked Dean, looking around him in exasperation.

"Just pick a way I guess," Sam answered, as he started hacking through the heavy underbrush.

After about 20 minutes of this Sam stopped and said, "Shh, listen."

"I don't hear anything," said Dean.

"Exactly," Sam whispered. "It's too quiet." He looked around, trying to figure out why all the sounds had stopped, as if something had frightened all the animal life into complete silence.

Something stung their necks, and they slapped at what they thought were insect bites. Before they had a chance to understand otherwise, they fell to the ground unconscious.

When they woke up their hands were bound and they were lying together in some sort of round container. Sounds of chanting were going on all around them.

"What the hell?" Dean exclaimed.

Sam slowly raised himself up enough to peek over the edge of their confinement. "You gotta be shitting me," he said, as he gradually comprehended the absurdity of their situation. "First we go on trial for witchcraft, and now this," he said in disbelief as he lowered himself back down.

"So what is it?" Dean asked.

"I think we're supposed to be dinner," he said. "I think we're in a pot. They have smaller pots of water heating on fires, and they are dancing around us. By the way, they aren't in colors, they're all kind of greyish. I don't think they use magic."

Dean chuckled. "Don't worry Sammy," he said. "We've been in hot water before."

"That's not funny."

"Oh, come on, it's a little funny," Dean replied with a half smile.

They weren't tied up very well, and Dean was able to pull out Sam's dagger and soon they were unbound. They had been thrown in the pot fully clothed and still had their packs. "Gives a whole new meaning to eating everything put in front of you," Dean quipped.

Sam stared at him. "Still not funny," he said. But he was smiling. He looked out over the top of the pot again, this time with an eye toward escape. "There are paths," he said, pointing in the directions where two obvious paths led into the jungle from the native village. They chose one at random, and wielding their weapons they jumped out of the pot and ran.

For the instant that it took the natives to realize that their dinner had escaped, the boys ran for their lives. But the natives didn't run after them. Instead, they took to the trees, swinging on vines from place to place. It didn't take long for them to overwhelm the boys once again.

Standing back to back they swung their weapons fiercely, but it looked like maybe this time they weren't going to win. Sam grabbed a magic scroll from his jacket pocket and hurriedly read the words, coating them both in a magic shell that thankfully protected them from the poison darts that had felled them in the first place.

But the natives were almost more fierce than some of the monsters and demons they had faced at home, and they just kept coming and coming as though they had no fear of death. Then Sam heard Dean give out a loud, fierce roar. When he turned his head to look, Dean's arm and First Blade he was holding were glowing red, and Dean became a killing machine, moving at lightning speed and cutting down the enemy like a knife through butter. As he watched both fascinated and horrified, his brother had taken care of several dozens of the natives, until finally the remaining ones fled in fear.