Chapter 333: Here For You
’What the fuck is with these women? None of them are fucking normal. Is she coming after me?’ Dean turned around, only to find out he wasn’t being followed. He noticed a lot of people had looked at him weirdly as he ran by, but considering his clothing was that of an employee, they just figured something happened and he was needed. It was a very rare site to see any of the staff in such a hurry.
Dean slowed down since he was now around others and walked at a brisk pace, heading back for his room. Although he didn’t know if the woman was actually stalking him, he did know that she wasn’t normal and he should stay away from her. After all, the man she lifted up was over a foot taller than her and had at least a hundred pounds on her. For a woman like that to be that strong... it wasn’t normal.
Just as Dean came up the path and saw his dorm building come into view, he noticed a silhouette out of the corner of his eye step underneath one of the path lamps. Dean didn’t pay it much attention since although this time of the night didn’t see a lot of employees coming and going, that didn’t mean there weren’t any. Instead, Dean kept making his way up the path without bothering to even look at who was under the light.
"What’s wrong?" Dean heard as a soft and sweet voice entered his ear. Dean turned and saw the crazy woman staring right at him with a smile, her face still in shadows underneath her wide brimmed sun hat.
Dean backed away slowly as though he had seen a ghost.
’How the fuck did she get here first...’ Dean thought as he felt himself bump into someone behind him. Turning quickly, Dean apologized,
"I’m sorry. Are you alrig....." Dean’s voice cut out when he noticed it was the same woman who had somehow gotten behind him.
"What the actual fuck?" Dean said out loud when backing away in another direction. He looked back to where the first woman was and noticed that she was still there, walking slowly towards him.
"How..?" Looking at the two women whose faces were still in shadow, Dean noticed that they both looked exactly alike, down to their heights and what few facial features he could make out.
"Excuse me?" Dean stopped in his tracks and turned, feeling a hand rest on his shoulder. Turning around, Dean saw another of these women standing there and staring at him, her smile visible within the shadows that covered her face.
Dean was now surrounded on three sides and decided to bolt in the last open direction until he noticed his way blocked once again, this time by another one...
"There’s four of you?" Dean asked, finally unable to hold back.
His only response was silence.
As soon as the girls got within arms reach of him, two of them grabbed his arms while a third one walked in front of him, so close he could smell the scent of her body.
It was intoxicating.
She put her hands on his chest and rubbed up and down before resting on his collar. Before Dean could ask anything else, the woman ripped his shirt in half down the center, revealing his finely chiseled abs.
"Well?" The one behind him asked.
"It’s really not there," The one in front of him said.
"No?" The one on his left asked.
"But I feel it," said the one on his right.
The one in front of him didn’t say anything back and instead looked deep into his eyes. While Dean felt a slight bit of discomfort at her gaze, nothing happened for several seconds before she stopped looking. This time though, the girls all stayed quiet, minus the small gasp they all had after the one in front of him dropped her gaze.
"It has to be him," she finally said, looking back at him.
"What happened to you?"
"Uh... what happened to me when? You all have been following me and now you’re cornering me after you just... or you... one of you toss that guy like a rag doll? And you’re asking what happened to me? What do you all want?" Dean was so very much confused that he just kept rambling.
"Enough. You’re name... is Dean?" The one in front of him asked.
"Yeah?"
They didn’t say anything, but Dean got the feeling that they were talking without words.
"Come with us... After all, we’re here for you," she finally said before walking back towards the guest suites. Dean briefly considered not following, but since he was surrounded anyway, he decided it would be best. No matter how strong he was, even he couldn’t just toss a guy around like a rag doll. Thinking about it though, Dean figured something out. These women were those special ones, the ones the news warned people about. Well, the normal news. Dean knew enough not to trust the things said by those who were getting paid to say them.
Dean didn’t really have any feelings negative or otherwise towards those infected. But then again, he didn’t know any either.
While Dean was lost in thought, he realized he was following this woman to her room and walking back the same way he had just ran. The curious part was that they didn’t encounter anyone on their way. Even more so than that, Dean noticed the other three woman had disappeared at some point, leaving them walking alone. Even though it seemed like his best chance to get away had just come, Dean also got the impression that if he tired to do so, the other three would show up right away. If there was one thing that kept his nerves in check, it was that they didn’t seem to want to harm him.
No other words were said.
After the elevator ride to the top floor, Dean briefly realized that this was a different building from where Lyssa was staying. While she and her friends had the whole floor, this floor was divided into two suites, of which Dean was lead into the one on the left of the elevator.
Once they walked inside, Dean noticed the other three women already standing there, their faces still hidden by their wide brim hats that seemed to bend the light away from them. Once the fourth woman was in the room and had locked the door, the woman started to remove their hats, giving Dean the biggest shock of his life.
Four identical sisters... Is that even possible???
"We know you. At least, we knew you. The one standing behind him by the door said before gesturing him to sit down. He took one of the available chairs while the others sat down where they chose. All four of them looked at him while the woman kept speaking.
"But we lost track of you over a year ago. When we left you, we were going to complete a mission. We only found out later just what kind of fight you had gotten yourself into and all of us tried to return right away. But at that point, it was too late and you were gone. No one knew where you were until we saw you singing on that social media site. That was a big surprise," she said, smiling a little.
"Although not as big as watching you kill a god..." One of the other girls said with a smile.
Dean’s head was pounding with this knowledge.
’Killed a god? What the hell does that mean. Wait. Settle... calm...’ Dean tried to quiet his mind.
"So you all knew me and I knew you?"
"Yes. So what happened?"
"I... I don’t know. When I woke up, I was found in a swamp by a nice older couple who took me to a hospital. Apparently, when they found me, they found me next to a dead gator and thought that i had killed it before dying myself. It scared the shit out of them when I opened my eyes, reached my hand out and said ouch. But they stilled helped. After that, the only information I had was a Texas Id for a Dean Colt. After working some odd jobs, I finally made my way back here, got this job and started looking for whatever info I could about myself. But as it were, nothing existed. Nothing but a lost birth certificate, a social and an ID. No one even came forward about a missing person... " Dean didn’t want to admit it, but he had been very depressed when he had figured out there wasn’t a single member of his family trying to find him.
"Of course not. You’re id is kind of special. So then, I’m guessing you don’t remember anything about before that?" The woman said, her voice a mixture of sadness and excitement.
"Not a thing," Dean replied honestly.
"Alright." She gave a deep sigh, but one that was filled with relief.
"Who are you all anyway?"
"Ivy."
"Ivy."
"Ivy."
"Ivy."
The four responded at the same time with a bit of a smile.
"You all have the same name? What about your last name?" Dean asked.
"No idea." The Ivy standing told him.
"Then how... why...?"
"Because it didn’t matter if any of us died. And it didn’t matter which one of us it was, who was called... who was used... we were one..."
"..."
"But we gained other names. And we gained a reason to live..."
"Other names?"
"I’m called Death," the one standing told him.
"I’m Famine."
"War here."
"And Pestilence...hello!"
"The... the four horsemen... err women of the apocalypse?"
"Exactly. Now that introductions are out of the way, strip!" War said, with a serious look on her face.
"Excuse me... hold up!!!" As Dean wanted to clarify, he noticed the women all slipping their dressed off of themselves. In a flash, four puddles of white lay on the floor while four perfect bodies stood before him. Although each of them were wearing different colored panties, none of them had bras, revealing eight prefect and identical breasts that were now eye level with Dean.
He could barely sit still.
"I don’t..."
"Shut up and stand up... please?" Famine asked before reaching for him, her seemly soft and gentle hand was as firm as iron and clasped him like a clamp.
Standing up, Dean felt the woman getting in closer before different sets of hands removed his shirt and pants after helping him out of his shoes and socks. Standing there in just his boxers, Dean could help but be turned on.
He then noticed the eyes of the women on his massive, erect penis that was barely contained atm and threatened to escape at any time.
They smiled before looking back at him. Dean couldn’t help but turn a little red at this moment.
The girls then brought their hands up, setting their right hands on his four sides while their left hands touched each others shoulders, forming a strange circle.
Having no time to think the girls closed their eyes and began whispering causing their hands to heat up. As Dean looked on, his body was locked in place while his eye rotated around at the site before him.
Out of Famine’s body came a ruined and crumbling yet massive crypt, It’s purple and gold bricks looked like they were falling apart and yet the waves coming off of it was enough to send chills down Dean’s back.
Out of Pestilence’s body came a castle of old world style, with archways and strange contraptions all over the place. The reddish hue coming from inside the windows gave one a feeling of dread and made them itch just looking at it. The yellowish golden bricks barely shown, but it was in no way less powerful than Famine’s.
Out of War’s body came a castle of iron and smoke. The castle looked like it was made up of spikes and weapons with the smoke and much of iron permeating everything.
And finally, out of Death’s body came a castle of black stone and various bones lining the walls and towers. Strange and fantastic creatures bones were everywhere as though every inch of the black was trying to find it’s corresponding white.
As these four castle projections started to spin, Dean felt like his body had been ignited and caught on fire. The burning raged inside of him, threatening to tear him apart.
Just when he felt like he couldn’t take it anymore, a strange ring formed above his head and threw the girls away from him, the bodies flying through the air before crashing in varying degrees of gracefulness.
The girls looked up with wide eyes and smiles seeing the ring of the four horsemen appear from his body.
"IT’S HIM!" The all shouted at once.
