SPN/Deg - Shipwreck Harbor
May. 26th, 2014 07:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rakathspseudonymI blame Ray for this, but Maya as a siren has become a thing in my head. And in thinking about putting Sam and Dean through awkward with a mouthy teenager I ended up with this. Probably will write more like it later. Cause Siren Maya is fun.
“Dean, are you really sure about this?”
“You aren’t, it’s a monster, we kill it and we move on.”
“But Dean… this isn’t like the last one we hunted, that one tried to kill us with like eight different people after she figured out we were immune to her song.”
“And this one is running and hiding, what’s the difference, we had the same reports-”
“We haven’t, Dean, there haven’t been any deaths, disappearances, just a few people reporting memory lapses and the feathers, but that isn’t the same thing!”
“You think she’s a harmless monster, you saw what the last one did. Maybe… maybe it’s because this one is like ten, she hasn’t learned to hunt yet, but she will.”
“Hunt like you two?” Dean started to turn around when he felt a sudden surge of energy in the small of his back and dropped like a sack of hammers. The clicking and electricity of the taser still in the air, along with the smell of burnt hunter shirt. The little blonde girl, put her hands up as the taller hunter turned on her, trying to placate, but her eyes were still on Dean, “And I’m fifteen! Jackass.” And she kicked him.
“Move and I put a bullet in you!”
“Relax, that was because he SHOT ME! It’s out of my system. I just needed to talk without one of you putting another bullet in me. It really hurts! And my deal with the butcher doesn’t cover needed extra feedings.” She dropped her hand and carefully slipped her taser into her pocket, then put her hand back up again.
“A deal?”
“He has me run odd jobs for him, he pays me in raw meat. I have a good thing here, can you guys, like… leave? I’m tired of moving every time a Hunter gets clever and figures out where I live. I’ve been here four months, but I have a boyfriend I didn’t have to spellbind, my grades are okay, and I have a band!”
Sam eyed her, eyed Dean a few moments who was starting to stir. Sighed, and tucked his gun back into his jeans. “Fine, we’ll talk, but can we do it somewhere else?”
“Can there be pie?” The blonde perked up at the idea of not talking in a deserted school boiler room.
“...Did somebody say pie?”
***
Sam and Dean sat on one side of the booth with the blonde kid on the other side, Sam had a stack of pancakes, Dean a whole apple pie, and the girl had a meat pie, a slice of apple pie, and a root beer float.
“You have to understand what you’re trying to tell us is a bit…” Sam started, Dean agreed to let Sam do the talking while he focused on his pie and how much being tased hurt.
“Yeah yeah, you’re used to the cultist sirens, not the acolytes. There aren’t as many of us anymore. Especially not after mommy woke up for a bit,” She watched the boys make a face, “Back when the sirens were cursed after failing to rescue Persephone, most took it a bit personally. Taking it out on heroes and human sailors as a way to vent a very crap position we were offered. Trying to work for Hades and get in good with the Underworld monsters we were now so much like, the rest of us pledged ourselves in apology to Demeter and the Earth, and became hippy dippy nature lovers. Hades didn’t take in the cultists, but Eve basically adopted them, meaning they were her children and switched to the Christian side of things.”
“And the rest of you, what, didn’t have to answer her call when she came back?”
“Something like that, so she had the cultists eat as many of the acolytes of demeter as she could. Demeter isn’t around anymore, but we try to just not eat people. We’re still flesh eating monsters, but we can get by on pig or cow as well as any red blooded American.”
“So what’s with the apple pie and the root beer float, princess?”
“...I like sweets, you’re eating a whole pie.”
“That’s because someone tased me! Makes me feel better...”
“I would have done it to your face if I could, you shot me!”
“Sam why are we sitting here talking to this thing, we should kill her and-”
“Stop it both of you! Or I’ll have the waitress take away both your pies!”
“Aww.” The two said it in unison, Sam almost found it cute.
“So anyway, you just, what? Run away when hunters show up?”
“...Well, usually they don’t know the right charms to keep my song out, but I could smell the pomegranate seeds, virgin blood, oak bark when you got into town. I sing a little song for them, they wake up, drunk, happy, and having given all their money to several local prostitutes. Most hunters need a good lay anyway, giving me the chance to leave town. But I like it here!”
Sam looked a little uneasy as this kid spoke about throwing hunters at prostitutes, but it made sense. Siren songs have a number of side effects including libido. And she basically described what Dean would do to himself if he ever won the lottery, “You have a name?”
“Maya. Look, can I go, just… tell the other hunters to leave me out of this? I only sing to help me keep a place to stay and on my boyfriend’s birthday. Provided no hunters go showing up trying to kill me when I don’t even hunt people.”
The brothers exchanged a look, the pair were silently arguing over if they believed her. Which quickly fell out of the girl’s attention as she pressed her ear to the glass of the diner window, “Shit.” She muttered a bit more under her breath before turning back to the boys, “You two goobers have no idea what you’ve done, do you!?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re the Winchesters!? You broke my barriers on the town or… something in your car let eyes see here! Leave, I have to fix this mess and run because of you!” Maya quickly sang the opening bars of a Queen song before turning to the diner owner, looking her straight in the eyes, “Those two didn’t pay.” Then she dashed out into the night.
“Do you have any idea what that was about?”
“...None, but we should go after her.”
“Not without paying first.”
Sam and Dean exchanged looks, then looked at the money they put on the table. And sighed in unison. “Why didn’t she just have the owner try to kill us?”
“She doesn’t want to hurt us Dean, she just wants a head start for whatever it is she’s doing. Something about barriers.”
“Probably a cloaking spell, she seems pretty keen to stay off the radar,” Dean looked at Sam, “Oh no, don’t you dare ask me to protect a monster.”
“I wasn’t,” Sam turned to the diner owner, “My brother will pay what we owe, is that okay?” And then Sam ran out of the diner.
“Damnit, Sam! Get back here!” Dean gave up and gave his attention back to the diner owner and the situation, “Look, I put the money right on the table, and if you weren’t just whammied by a pint sized canary you would see it, right there, next to the pie which I might as well finish since my brother just abandoned me to save a monster. This sucks, not your pie, it’s great. Just… nevermind.”
“You aren’t, it’s a monster, we kill it and we move on.”
“But Dean… this isn’t like the last one we hunted, that one tried to kill us with like eight different people after she figured out we were immune to her song.”
“And this one is running and hiding, what’s the difference, we had the same reports-”
“We haven’t, Dean, there haven’t been any deaths, disappearances, just a few people reporting memory lapses and the feathers, but that isn’t the same thing!”
“You think she’s a harmless monster, you saw what the last one did. Maybe… maybe it’s because this one is like ten, she hasn’t learned to hunt yet, but she will.”
“Hunt like you two?” Dean started to turn around when he felt a sudden surge of energy in the small of his back and dropped like a sack of hammers. The clicking and electricity of the taser still in the air, along with the smell of burnt hunter shirt. The little blonde girl, put her hands up as the taller hunter turned on her, trying to placate, but her eyes were still on Dean, “And I’m fifteen! Jackass.” And she kicked him.
“Move and I put a bullet in you!”
“Relax, that was because he SHOT ME! It’s out of my system. I just needed to talk without one of you putting another bullet in me. It really hurts! And my deal with the butcher doesn’t cover needed extra feedings.” She dropped her hand and carefully slipped her taser into her pocket, then put her hand back up again.
“A deal?”
“He has me run odd jobs for him, he pays me in raw meat. I have a good thing here, can you guys, like… leave? I’m tired of moving every time a Hunter gets clever and figures out where I live. I’ve been here four months, but I have a boyfriend I didn’t have to spellbind, my grades are okay, and I have a band!”
Sam eyed her, eyed Dean a few moments who was starting to stir. Sighed, and tucked his gun back into his jeans. “Fine, we’ll talk, but can we do it somewhere else?”
“Can there be pie?” The blonde perked up at the idea of not talking in a deserted school boiler room.
“...Did somebody say pie?”
***
Sam and Dean sat on one side of the booth with the blonde kid on the other side, Sam had a stack of pancakes, Dean a whole apple pie, and the girl had a meat pie, a slice of apple pie, and a root beer float.
“You have to understand what you’re trying to tell us is a bit…” Sam started, Dean agreed to let Sam do the talking while he focused on his pie and how much being tased hurt.
“Yeah yeah, you’re used to the cultist sirens, not the acolytes. There aren’t as many of us anymore. Especially not after mommy woke up for a bit,” She watched the boys make a face, “Back when the sirens were cursed after failing to rescue Persephone, most took it a bit personally. Taking it out on heroes and human sailors as a way to vent a very crap position we were offered. Trying to work for Hades and get in good with the Underworld monsters we were now so much like, the rest of us pledged ourselves in apology to Demeter and the Earth, and became hippy dippy nature lovers. Hades didn’t take in the cultists, but Eve basically adopted them, meaning they were her children and switched to the Christian side of things.”
“And the rest of you, what, didn’t have to answer her call when she came back?”
“Something like that, so she had the cultists eat as many of the acolytes of demeter as she could. Demeter isn’t around anymore, but we try to just not eat people. We’re still flesh eating monsters, but we can get by on pig or cow as well as any red blooded American.”
“So what’s with the apple pie and the root beer float, princess?”
“...I like sweets, you’re eating a whole pie.”
“That’s because someone tased me! Makes me feel better...”
“I would have done it to your face if I could, you shot me!”
“Sam why are we sitting here talking to this thing, we should kill her and-”
“Stop it both of you! Or I’ll have the waitress take away both your pies!”
“Aww.” The two said it in unison, Sam almost found it cute.
“So anyway, you just, what? Run away when hunters show up?”
“...Well, usually they don’t know the right charms to keep my song out, but I could smell the pomegranate seeds, virgin blood, oak bark when you got into town. I sing a little song for them, they wake up, drunk, happy, and having given all their money to several local prostitutes. Most hunters need a good lay anyway, giving me the chance to leave town. But I like it here!”
Sam looked a little uneasy as this kid spoke about throwing hunters at prostitutes, but it made sense. Siren songs have a number of side effects including libido. And she basically described what Dean would do to himself if he ever won the lottery, “You have a name?”
“Maya. Look, can I go, just… tell the other hunters to leave me out of this? I only sing to help me keep a place to stay and on my boyfriend’s birthday. Provided no hunters go showing up trying to kill me when I don’t even hunt people.”
The brothers exchanged a look, the pair were silently arguing over if they believed her. Which quickly fell out of the girl’s attention as she pressed her ear to the glass of the diner window, “Shit.” She muttered a bit more under her breath before turning back to the boys, “You two goobers have no idea what you’ve done, do you!?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re the Winchesters!? You broke my barriers on the town or… something in your car let eyes see here! Leave, I have to fix this mess and run because of you!” Maya quickly sang the opening bars of a Queen song before turning to the diner owner, looking her straight in the eyes, “Those two didn’t pay.” Then she dashed out into the night.
“Do you have any idea what that was about?”
“...None, but we should go after her.”
“Not without paying first.”
Sam and Dean exchanged looks, then looked at the money they put on the table. And sighed in unison. “Why didn’t she just have the owner try to kill us?”
“She doesn’t want to hurt us Dean, she just wants a head start for whatever it is she’s doing. Something about barriers.”
“Probably a cloaking spell, she seems pretty keen to stay off the radar,” Dean looked at Sam, “Oh no, don’t you dare ask me to protect a monster.”
“I wasn’t,” Sam turned to the diner owner, “My brother will pay what we owe, is that okay?” And then Sam ran out of the diner.
“Damnit, Sam! Get back here!” Dean gave up and gave his attention back to the diner owner and the situation, “Look, I put the money right on the table, and if you weren’t just whammied by a pint sized canary you would see it, right there, next to the pie which I might as well finish since my brother just abandoned me to save a monster. This sucks, not your pie, it’s great. Just… nevermind.”