This is really quick, and more of a beginning than a full thing, and I might expand on it later in non-comment-y form...
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Dean had never seen a god in mourning.
Kali sat silently in the backseat as they drove, and her stillness was almost deathly for about two miles. But when light flared behind them, blinding and horrific, Dean glanced up into the rear view mirror and caught her face in the glare.
He swallowed. That was an expression he hoped never to see directed towards him.
"Oh god," Sam said blankly, as the light died. "He's--"
"Don't say it," Kali snapped. Her voice rasped, the firm feminine voice thrumming over what sounded disturbingly like the growl of a lion, and a death rattle.
Sam shot Dean a panicked look.
Dean kept driving. Every once in a while he'd look back at the goddess. After fifteen minutes, he could swear he saw the faint outlines of black arms around her. Forty-five, and her eyes were definitely changing. A sword flickered in and out of the grasp of one of the slowly solidifying extra arms. Jesus fucking Christ.
Dean floored it, and got them into a motel three towns over. When they pulled into the parking lot, he swung around to face her. "Listen, Kali--"
"Be silent."
Dean, for once in his life, obeyed. Kali's skin had darkened to near blackness, and not the blackness of African skin, but an absence of light so absolute it hurt to look at it.
In a moment of complete surreality, she let herself out of the Impala, echoes of arms and legs following her like living shadows. In uncertain panic, the Winchesters followed suit.
Kali surveyed them, eyes looking like fire. "Look after what he left you. But know this--you are still bound to me by blood. So is he. And I am not done with any of you.
"You will see me again."
And with a swirl of black smoke and the hot smell of freshly shed blood, she was gone.
"Holy shit," Sam said, voice shaking.
"Dude, I think Lucifer just made a mistake," Dean said.
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Dean had never seen a god in mourning.
Kali sat silently in the backseat as they drove, and her stillness was almost deathly for about two miles. But when light flared behind them, blinding and horrific, Dean glanced up into the rear view mirror and caught her face in the glare.
He swallowed. That was an expression he hoped never to see directed towards him.
"Oh god," Sam said blankly, as the light died. "He's--"
"Don't say it," Kali snapped. Her voice rasped, the firm feminine voice thrumming over what sounded disturbingly like the growl of a lion, and a death rattle.
Sam shot Dean a panicked look.
Dean kept driving. Every once in a while he'd look back at the goddess. After fifteen minutes, he could swear he saw the faint outlines of black arms around her. Forty-five, and her eyes were definitely changing. A sword flickered in and out of the grasp of one of the slowly solidifying extra arms. Jesus fucking Christ.
Dean floored it, and got them into a motel three towns over. When they pulled into the parking lot, he swung around to face her. "Listen, Kali--"
"Be silent."
Dean, for once in his life, obeyed. Kali's skin had darkened to near blackness, and not the blackness of African skin, but an absence of light so absolute it hurt to look at it.
In a moment of complete surreality, she let herself out of the Impala, echoes of arms and legs following her like living shadows. In uncertain panic, the Winchesters followed suit.
Kali surveyed them, eyes looking like fire. "Look after what he left you. But know this--you are still bound to me by blood. So is he. And I am not done with any of you.
"You will see me again."
And with a swirl of black smoke and the hot smell of freshly shed blood, she was gone.
"Holy shit," Sam said, voice shaking.
"Dude, I think Lucifer just made a mistake," Dean said.