D1 -
Castiel approached the closest spot where he had seen the light touch down. The ground shivered beneath his feet with pulses of energy. Ahead of him, it glowed. He could see a figure lying on the ground. He crouched as he reached the figure and was surprised to see a familiar face. The man’s eyes fluttered open and he winced. It was a moment before he noticed Cas standing over him. He held up a hand and Cas helped him to his feet. Bobby looked around, taking in the landscape with an expression of wonder on his face before turning back to Cas.
“Cas? Just what the hell am I doing here?”
~
Dean led the way into the mental hospital, cringing as the door creaked. He drew the Colt from its holster. It wouldn’t be enough to kill Lucifer, but it could slow him down long enough for Rowena to put him back in the cage. If Crowley showed up with her in time, that was. Sam followed behind, an angel blade in hand. They came to a large open room, probably a dining hall when the hospital was still being used. Dean signaled for Sam to go to the right, and went left himself. The room was empty but for a large, black throne.
“You boys think you can sneak up on me?” said a voice from the direction of the throne. But it wasn’t the voice of Lucifer’s vessel. No...it was Dean’s own voice.
What the hell, Dean thought, just as a shape rose from the throne and turned towards him. It was like looking in a mirror.
“Shapeshifter!” Dean shouted in Sam’s direction, as he watched his own face break into a wide smile. He took aim with the Colt, but the shifter ducked low and rushed him. Before Dean could react the shifter was barreling into him. He hit the wall behind him and crumpled to the ground.
“Dean!” Sam shouted, and the shifter turned in his direction. Sam readied himself to meet it with the angel blade. A dark shape crashed into the shifter just before Sam struck out with the blade. Sam watched as a glint of metal rose up in the air and swung down, connecting with the shifter’s neck. Its head was soon rolling across the ground. Sam approached the figure slowly. There was something familiar about him. Then Dean’s voice came from behind him.
“Benny?”
~
Garth faced the Alpha Werewolf, blood running down his face. He struggled physically and mentally against this being who held so much power over him. The Alpha breathed in his face.
"You know their plan. You will tell it to me, or you will feel pain the likes of which you have never felt before."
Garth spit in the alpha's face. This enraged him, but Garth did not care. He saw no way out of this. But he would sooner die than betray the Winchesters.
Death looked on. This one's soul was tainted with werewolf blood, but it was somehow still one of the most decent souls he had ever come across. There would be a place for him in Heaven. As the Alpha Werewolf's rage overcame his reason and he tore Garth's body to shreds, Death collected his soul and sent it on its journey.
Dead is @SnowshoeDog143, the Alpha Shapeshifter, who could seer and copy abilities
Dead is @cdoconn, Garth, a vanilla hunter
It is now Night 1. Night deadline is 12am EST.
19 players remain
Roster:
1.
@Coopah
2.
@vetmedhead
3. @SnowshoeDog143 - Alpha Shapeshifter
4.
@TheGirlWithTheFernTattoo
5.
@hygebeorht
6.
@SummerTheLynx
7.
@PippyPony
8.
@SkiOtter
9. @cdoconn - Garth
10.
@Lupin21 /
@dyachei
11.
@SARdoghandler
12.
@DVMDream
13.
@PrincessButterCup
14.
@Mad Jack
15.
@Jilary
16.
@StartingoverVet
17.
@genny
18.
@LetItSnow
19.
@Filly Bay
20.
@raf2769
21.
@DocEspana
