2020.05.20 - Into the Woods Finale - Part 1
This log follows the story from: 2020.05.17 - Triangulation for Dummies
The story continues in: 2020.05.20 - Into the Woods Finale - Part 2
Night has fallen in Port-Au-Feu. Only a few clouds grace the night sky, allowing the crescent shape of the moon to be seen overhead. The woods are still tonight, not a sound coming from them. Unlike other times when some faint noises might be heard of animals moving -- this time there is nothing. It's almost as if the forest knows what is happening within its boundaries tonight.
Gathered at the edge of the woods, Ciaran is leading one team of a two-pronged attack against the abomination threatening the region. An abomination which apparently found a way to create a replica of itself somehow. As the small group gathers with Ciaran, the Fae of the Spring Court looks at them solemnly. "Based on the map and the spots I marked, we have a short hike ahead of us. Once we get close, I should be able to notice it’s exact location."
Pausing, Ciaran takes a deep breath before going on. "I don't know what it will look like or what it will be capable of. Be on guard and do not let it touch you, whatever you do. If any part of this thing comes into contact with your skin, the corruption could be immediate." His face is set in a grim line as he makes that statement. "Regular weapons won't cause it any harm. Only magic. However..." Thinking something over, he adds "The last time the Fae and I encountered something like this - a lesser form of one - it had friends. It stands to reason this may be a similar case. Be prepared for anything. Any questions?" he asks.
Noah is, at least, somewhat prepared for things. He doesn't have an idea of what to do, and he doesn't know how things will go down, but he's intent on helping as best as he can. He's even dressed for the occasion in somewhat traditional garb, including his precious willow cloak.
Noah looks up at Ciaran and smiles softly, reaching over to grab the fae's hand to give a single, comforting squeeze. "It will be okay," he says, nodding with resolve as he adjusts the woven cord belt, ensuring the pouches and bottles attached are exactly where they need to be. "We'll get through this, and we'll protect the land."
Rinne follows after Ciaran close by. Rinne is carrying his scythe. He makes himself visible to people, so that they can see him. Rinne then looks over towards Noah, and bows his head, "I have to still thank you for your quick thinking the other time.. if it wasn't for you I would have probably been a goner and taken under control, my life is in your debt Noah," Rinne says as he uses his scythe as a walking stick, pressing forwards as he looks onwards. Rinne looks around the area to see if he could sniff something out. Also his ears perk up and twitch slightly at any sounds that he hears.
The Winchesters have arrived. They seem to be prepared, with their coat arsenals and protective equipment, though they have stopped short of actual body armor or anything like that. Still, the layers they're wearing will be some protection, and they figure if it reaches a point where it's not, then it won't matter anyway.
Dean hands Sam back a shotgun and some shells, filled with rock salt, then takes a couple to slide into his sawed-off that he slides in place in his heavy leather jacket. Sam, once he has his own ready, looks to Noah. They've discussed this beforehand, and there will definitely be things the brothers are carrying that will be more effective with an enchantment placed upon them.
As the group treks into the forest, Ciaran squeezes Noah's hand back. Faint touches of his free hand to the trees and plants around them encourages the foliage to shift away and leave them with a little more room to walk. He speaks quietly over his shoulder to them. "The first time we fought something like this, it was a weaker variant. Kind of like... an offshoot. It looked like a mass of tentacles. The second time, it was a giant wolf-thing with two mouths. No telling what we're going to get this time." His voice is hushed as he explains to the others about the past encounters. "I'm starting to sense the void now. Not much further." The others magically attuned would probably sense something as well.
Noah smiles still to Ciaran, then looks to Rinne with a blank sort of expression. "Huh? Oh, you mean with the salts? I was just doing what I've been trained to do. I hope that you've been training more, too." Noah doesn't say it unkindly, but have more of a concerned look upon his face.
Looking to Sam and Dean, Noah smiles to the pair and takes in a deep breath. "Okay, let's see..." Noah holds his hands over their firearms and sinks into a state of concentration until his jade eyes glow silver and warm. "Protection from evil, Nature's light bestow: Enchant these weapons with magick's glow!" The same pale silver aura that surrounds Noah wraps around the boys' weapons, imparting the power of his magick within them. "That should hold us through the struggle as long as I don't...well, just....let's keep one another safe."
Rinne's ears didn't pick up any sound but Rinne suddenly smelled something fowl as he covered his nose with his haori sleeve, "Uggh.. what is that stench.... and the closer we get to it the worser it is.." he says as he walks on. however, he looks back over towards Noah for a moment, nodding his head, "I know, but it was quick thinking upon your part though.." Rinne says with smile and then he tilts his head, "Yeah.. of course I have... ever since THAT happened I've been training nonstop.." he says and then he turns around to look at what Noah does to Dean and Sam’s weapons and he nods, "Good thinking.. just in case." Rinne says as he then turns back around, keeping his sleeve upon his nose.
"Do we need any special things on our knives or anything?" Dean nods once to Noah, keeping the shotgun in his hand and at the ready. "Thanks." Once it's done, he gives it a spin on his finger, then gets it ready to fire and accompanies it with a smooth grin. So cool!
Sam rolls his eyes at his brother's stunt and just quietly dips his head to Noah. "Thank you," he quietly offers to the young mage, before weighing his own gun in his hands and getting a good grip in one, moving to follow the others' lead.
As Noah enchants the Winchesters' weapons, Ciaran gives a faint nod. "That'll definitely help in the fight to come." He shakes his head at Dean's question. "No. You don't want to get close enough to this thing to hit it with a knife. Rinne's scythe has some range to it, but I would recommend sticking to your guns." He pauses, his step faltering for a moment. "Rinne can already smell it, and I can sense it. Not far now." Peering through the woods, he points at a spot not far ahead. "The woods thin out a bit up there. Let's head that way. I'd rather have some area to move around in when we finally find this thing." As he says that, he begins moving cautiously forward, knowing danger could be just around the next tree.
Noah thinks about it for a moment then shrugs a little to the Winchesters. "You might...brush your knives against your guns, see if the energy transfers? I know you'll both do good with them," he says as he dips his head in a little nod of encouragement. He sticks close to Ciaran, watching the path and taking a mental note of what he's feeling as they draw nearer to their target. "I hope that all will be well soon," he says more quietly, his face steeped in concern. "It's good you've been training. Spirits can be...tricky," he mentions to Rinne.
Rinne doesn't look at Noah, "Don't you think I know that?" Rinne asks. He had let his guard down in the other forest and allowed a spirit to take over his body. He frowns slightly from Noah's comment, sighing a bit. It kind of hurt his pride a bit, since his expertise is with spirits. Anyway, he marches forwards, that stench getting to him. Hopefully he won’t pass out from it, "Indeed I can smell it and I will be careful this time.. " Rinne says. He was still upset at the fact that he did indeed let a spirit overtake his body.
"How 'bout you let us make the call if we're the ones doin' the fighting?" Dean's brown has flattened since his especially cool turn with the shotgun. "This thing can whip out tentacles and shit, right? So it ain't like we're gonna dive in, but it probably ain't gonna avoid bringin' the fight to us."
Sam, taking a more conciliatory tone, just nods lightly as his brother speaks. "Right. We need to be sure we're going to be able to fend it off. We can't ask anyone else to worry about us in the fight, or we're just a liability."
Then, when Noah mentions the energy, Sam's the first to try it, and Dean follows after. There's the sound of awkwardly clanging metal being brushed together. "Did it work?" Dean calls out.
Ciaran doesn't look happy with the brothers' response, but nods. “It probably can do that. You’ re right.” That's about all he'll give on the subject, it seems. He doesn’t say anything further, though, as they reach the not-quite-a-clearing. Ciaran gestures them to move closer. "I sense something... absent up ahead. I think that's it. It's almost like a void in the life I'm normally in tune with." Pausing, he adds "Other traces of it around, as well. Up above this time, not just on the ground." He closes his eyes, focusing on everything as he speaks. "This is going to be... challenging. But I'm confident we can do it." Just then, there's a rustling in the bushes ahead of them.
"Not it, not yet," Ciaran murmurs. "One of the things it's tainted. Again." His voice is clipped as he speaks. "Such a waste of life. No more. Not again, not after today." As he backs himself against a tree, he reaches out with his hand and touches the bark. Immediately he senses all of the life around them -- and the lack of it. "It's lurking behind the trees, just up ahead," he hisses as he points behind the rustling. "Let it come to us. We'll see what it's sending ahead first."
Noah doesn't concern himself with Rinne's pride--he doesn't have that luxury at the moment, as there are bigger issues at stake. He narrows his eyes, as if scrutinizing the brothers' blades, then nods slowly. "Faint, but enough to do the trick, if it's needed," he says as he takes another deep breath in and lets it slowly out.
When Ciaran reacts to whatever's nearby, Noah looks around quickly and pulls out his wand. "I don't know what to do. Ciaran, what do you need?" he asks, unsure of what direction to take. He looks around and nibbles his lower lip, remaining stationary for the time being, remembering his defensive spells.
"Nobody is perfect.. Nobody.." he says kind of to himself. Yeah he makes mistakes too, everyone makes mistakes. Anyway back to the more important things right now is that he turns around and gives a look of disgust towards the brothers as well, rolling his eyes towards them, shaking his head. Rinne watches Ciaran as they finally made it to the semi clearing, his nose still bothering him with the scent. His head falters a bit, dropping down, but then he raises his head back up as he waits for them to come us, getting in position where he is holding his scythe two handedly, with one foot forwards and one back in a stance. He says nothing, ready to attack.
Sam doesn't even seem to notice what Rinne's doing, as he nods to Noah. He's apparently the expert on this magic, so that's who the younger brother's going to defer to. And when he does, Dean seems to be satisfied as well, just walking behind the others and keeping some distance, just in case anything tries to catch them up from the back.
"Hey scythe boy! Eyes in front!" Dean barks, not for even a second taking the attitude. He's been fighting all of his life, and this is a time where that kind of stunt is a luxury as well as a weakness they know they can't afford. "This thing's not gonna take its time. It's gonna blow us out of the water but good, fast as it clocks us being there to kill it."
Ciaran seems to be singularly focused on the rustling ahead of them and whatever is coming. At the last minute, his eyes shoot up into the sky and he points a finger at a nearby tree. "Dean's one hundred percent right, it's already ahead of us. In the trees," he hisses just as several birds take flight. They might have been hawks or falcons once, but now they're black as night and their feathers look completely askew. How they can still move with their plumage in such disarray is a mystery.
The hawks hover over the group, the three things screeching out. The rustling in the bushes reveals itself to be a boar. Or what was once a boar. Dark skin, pulsing black veins full of God-knows-what and black, cracked tusks are what's left of it.
Ciaran's eyes close once and he whispers something underneath his breath before opening them again. "Nothing nearby is left alive. All of these things are gone. Destroy what's left of them." His voice is hard and cold as he says it. Yep, he's done with the corruption plaguing animals. "Noah, do what you can to lend support. You're a clever witch, darling. Maybe for starters keep those damn birds from dive bombing us, they look about to." His eyes snap to the far end of the clearing and his body shudders. "It's coming," he whispers.
Noah looks between the brothers and Rinne, his eyes a warm grey tone now "Guys, company," he says, hoping to draw their attention toward their increasingly dire situation as several infected husks of what once were animals draw near. He looks up at Ciaran and nods quickly, a soft smile on his face. "Of course."
Noah stares at the boar, yet drags his eyes upwards to the three hawks overhead. He aims his wand at the nearby trees and takes a deep breath as he focuses. "Vines within the tallest of trees, form above a canopy. Criss and cross and interweave to shield us from such spiteful beaks!" Noah focuses his energy into weaving together viney tendrils from the treetops nearby, trying to form a bit of netting to keep the birds above from dive-bombing them.
And at hearing the word 'scythe boy' he just stares ahead. No one’s called him that before, "What do you think I am doing?! Don't you dare bark at me!" Rinne says. He knows what’s going on around him, he isn't deaf.. well he IS death but not deaf. Anyway Rinne focuses on the boar for now since Noah is taking care of the birds, "Hai!" Rinne calls out as he twirls his scythe around and rushes into attack head on to the boar. The boar might have first attacked them instead! Anyway Rinne takes his scythe and he swipes the boar to the left with his scythe, not getting too close to it!
The Winchesters' attention was never anywhere else. Sam immediately steps back, takes aim, and fires. It's a potent substance against evil spiritual beings, so maybe these things -- corrupted life or constructs, whatever they are -- will be affected too. If not, well, they have the knives and a number of other weapons.
Dean moves to take aim himself, though he pulls his shotgun away from the birds. Noah should be able to keep them out with the trees, and either they can take them out after, if they're the thing's evil minions, or maybe the corruption will just fade away. Hope springs eternal, and Dean, for all his proclivities, isn't really interested in hunting animals.
Ciaran nods at Noah's spell. "They'll have to come closer if they want to attack now. Hopefully they can be picked off that way. Reaching into a satchel at his side, he pulls out what appear to be small seeds. Wrapping them in both his hands, he tosses them as far as he can forward onto the ground, where they land near the boar, closer to the other end of the clearing. They burrow into the ground and -- there they sit. Doing nothing.
Ciaran's focus has already shifted once the seeds are thrown, looking intently at the boar. "That thing's going to charge," he mumbles under his breath. "I get the feeling those tusks are going to hurt." As Rinne charges in, the boar charges back. Rinne's scythe manages to burst some of the vessels on the boar's flank, ichor and pus oozing out of them. The smell in the area gets five times worse as a result.
Sam's aim is good enough that the shot connects. Since the boar was moving at the time, it hits one of its tusks. The tusk cracks and breaks off, leaving just a rotten stump. The boar seems to get even angrier at the two hits. "Don't suppose you have that shield handy right about now?" he asks Sam with what can be described a tone of voice somewhere between hopeful and desperate.
Just then, appearing suddenly from behind the boar, a mass of something moves into the clearing. The first thing anyone would notice is the immediate sense of /wrongness/ about the creature. Almost like a deep, gut sensation of something that does not belong anywhere, let alone here. It's a powerful sensation, gripping even those who are not sensitive to magic. The creature appears to be a gelatinous mass, although much more solid than one would think possible given how it slinks forward. It is covered in eyes. Several rest on stalks jutting out from its body, several are set into the thing's skin itself. Blue eyes, brown eyes, milky eyes clouded over, all kinds of eyes. Most remain open, although some seem to retain the ability to open and close as it moves forward into the clearing.
Noah remains vigilant and motionless, continuing to use his energy to manipulate the vines above in order to at least take something terrible out of the current equation. There's that terrifying scent that makes his nose twitch, his attention then landing on the boar. But, eventually, there is something so profoundly wrong that Noah cannot keep his eyes off of it. Eyes. Eyes for days. Eyes for weeks. Eyes of all kinds, creepy eyes just staring and being eyes, and Noah cannot help but stare, his concentration waning. Something, though, pulls him back out of his daze, and he stares up to try to keep those birds occupied. "I'm not sure....how long I can keep this up."
As soon as Rinne makes a strike for the boar and that smell comes out of it, Rinne right then and there almost passes out from the sheer amount of scent he endures due to his nose, "Ughh" he says faulting back a bit, especially as the others begin to shoot at the boar but only nicking its tusk. However Rinne looks up and over at the creature.. eyeing the creatures eyes, the horror of the 1000 eyes! Rinne steps back a bit, "Eye Eye Eye..." Rinne says. Rinne glances over towards Noah for a moment grunting, "If you can't hold on any longer I'll fly up and attack them head on!" Rinne calls out bracing himself.
"I, uh, let Skitch keep it." Sam lines up another shot and fires, while Dean aims his at the thing that emerges from the shadowy underbrush. Oh, that's nasty. It's nasty enough to give Dean pause. If Sam's shot doesn't take down that thing, Dean might need to pump it full of rock salt with his own.
"Oh, that is disgusting." Dean covers his nose and mouth with a cloth he has handy. It's not a handkerchief, not properly, but it serves the same purpose. "Do these things have the ability to animate the dead? 'Cause that's what this smells like."
Ciaran stares at the abomination as it finally makes its appearance. It's almost hypnotic, in a twisted and disgusting way. The way the eyes open and close, almost like they're winking. A shudder runs through him and he shakes his head clear. "THAT," he calls out. "That is what we are here to destroy!" He can't help another shiver going through him at the overwhelming sensation of how out-of-place that creature is in this place.
The Winchester’s shots hit the boar dead-on, the pig grunting in pain and slowing down. It loses its footing, its momentum launching it sideways and flipping over onto the ground. It stops moving. Meanwhile, the birds have been busy overhead, not settling for being out of the battle.
One of them drops down to hover over the boar’s corpse, rocketing forward at the brothers. The other two come around the side, underneath the canopy, their sudden piercing screams breaking the silence. One of them hovers up by the vines for a moment, but the other drops down and aims for Noah and Ciaran. Ciaran notices the birds first, shoving Noah out of the way as he drops another seed at his feet. Dodging out of the way of the oncoming bird, he drops and presses his hand to the ground. Immediately, a flower blooms, growing in size until it's as tall as Ciaran. The bud opens revealing a snapdragon - albeit a very, very large one. "FaeWild seeds," he mutters to Noah as an explanation. The flower twists itself, opening and catching the bird in its 'jaws' as it snaps shut. "Gift from Jesse," he adds.
Ciaran nods to Noah "Drop your spell, it's bought us the time we needed. We need to mop these up and focus on /that/!" Ciaran points at the abomination. "Rinne, get the bird over us." That leaves the one currently shooting for the Winchesters, hopefully they can handle it before attacking the abomination. Sending magic coursing through the ground, Ciaran causes the plants he threw over there to bloom and grow. Another snapdragon, a long tanglevine and the last is what looks to be a large, mushroom-like plant that sits in the creature's path from getting any closer to the group. "That will buy us some time," he calls out as one of the tangling one tries to snake around one of the eyestalks on the creature.
Noah yelps when Ciaran is suddenly pushing him out of the way of a divebombing murderbird, and as his concentration falters, the protective canopy of vines overhead retreats to the trees whence they came. "That's...quite the flora," he says as he watches the snapdragons in awe. He looks to the Winchesters to check on them, then to Rinne to make sure he's alright. Noah looks then to Ciaran and nods slowly, then reaches into his pouch of black salts.
"I don't know how effective this will be against something that's not quite a spirit, but...these salts protect against evil. Maybe we can at least set up a barrier between it and us, if we need." Noah begins to scatter the salts in a quick line, his willow cloak flapping wistfully behind him as he moves and softly chants.
Rinne watches the bird get chomped laughing a bit, grinning, "Nicely done!" Rinne also makes sure everyone is okay before he flies off, yes he lifts himself into the air scythe in hand as he heads towards the bird that was heading for probably him next.. When Rinne gets up close to it, Rinne swipes his scythe against the bird, swiping at it diagonally. Rinne also has a barrier that he could put up but it only really works when one is close to him.
Buying time is something the brothers are good at. Dean pulls out what looks like a truncheon and uses his jacket -- thick, well-treated leather -- as a sort of makeshift shield against the bird's talons and beak. Sam hurries to join his brother. Of course, they're both wearing thick gloves this time, too. They learned from the last encounter, and they came prepared. When you don't have magic or super powers, you have to do the best you can with what you've got. And Sam's psychic vision probably isn't going to help them right now.
But then a giant plant occupies the thing, so the brothers turn to their main foe. Of course, it's Dean who has to deliver the quip, as he lifts his sawed-off and lets both barrels fly at the abomination. "There's an eyeful."
As the birds are finished off, the group turns their attention to the abomination. "I don't think salts are going to work against it. It's not evil, exactly. It doesn't even register on the moral spectrum. It just /is/ and what it is, is foreign to this place. Its corruption is something unlike anything else. Look!" He points as an example to the tangling vine which was trying to wrap around the eye stalks. It's already evident how the taint of the abomination is weakening the grip of the vine. "We've got to hit it with everything we've got."
As Ciaran says that, Dean lets off a shot from his magicked shotgun and both rounds hit the abomination. It doesn't make a sound. It doesn't even pause in its movement. However, several of the eyes near that spot begin to 'wink' as the skin around them quickly shifts, opening and closing them. So clearly the hit did something. There's no mouth to speak of on the thing, so the only noise it makes is the shuffling, squelching sound as it attempts to move further into the clearing.
The mushroom-like plant is doing a good job of blocking that, the mass unable to climb over but instead pressing against the plant and slowly weakening it. A normal plant would have been gone in seconds, only because these are FaeWild plants do they have a chance of resisting. Ciaran crouches down and digs his fingers into the dirt, reaching out with his magic. "Noah, just like the first time," he says softly. "Help me bolster the plants." As his magic courses towards the plants, he does his best to keep them from failing. If he can essentially keep the abomination trapped, hopefully the others can attack it.
Noah stares in amazement as Rinne takes care of the bird, and as the Winchesters blast away at the terrible thing. He slowly looks over to Ciaran, as if he's having a hard time focusing on the words he's hearing, a difficult time letting them register. He then slowly nods and kneels down with Ciaran, resting his hands on Ciaran's arms as he takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "I am with you. My power is your power, whatever you need to cleanse this land."
Rinne lets Ciaran and Noah do their stuff by helping holding the creature while Rinne swoops down from where he is into the air and uses his scythe to try to swipe towards the creature, one swipe to the left, while he swipes again to the right, he remembers to try and stay away as much as he can and he is mindful of the brothers guns.
The brothers are mindful too, making sure not to accidentally pick off one of their own with a mistimed or badly aimed shot. It's quick for them to reload, and quick again for them to unload both barrels of their shotguns off on the thing. They won't get close if they can help it, and for the moment, it seems they can! Since there are other close combatants who are better at bladed weapons than the two brothers feel they're likely to get.
Ciaran's magic, with Noah's help, flows through and into the FaeWild plants. The abomination appears to be struggling to move forward, its momentum halted by the mushroom plant. One more seed blooms, a second tangling plant which wraps around yet another of the eyestalks. "Take out those eyestalks, Rinne," he calls up to the flying Shinigami. Dean's next shots land directly in one of the milky eyes, the eye closing shut and not re-opening. Again, the creature seems to shake and shudder.
There's definitely something happening to it, the magic of the different enchanted weapons being used against it leaving their mark even though the abomination doesn't seem to be affected very much. "Once we've weakened it," Ciaran huffs out "I can try to overwhelm it with a magical surge and send it back." Ciaran's never tried something on that scale before and wants to wait until the last possible moment to exhaust his energy and magical reserves.
Noah regulates his breathing, calming himself, stilling his mind. He can feel the energy welling up within him, the tug of power from the ground around them. He closes his eyes and firmly grips at Ciaran's upper arms, not impairing him, but channeling his own energies and those he gathers from the earth into Ciaran, his lips moving slowly as he chants all the while.
Rinne glances towards Ciaran after backing up a bit, "On it!" and with that Rinne took the sharp end of his scythe and begins to stab several of the eyes, or at least he tries to! "Stab Stab StabStabStab!" he calls out while he does it.
"Send it right to Shitsville!" Dean gets off another couple of blasts, though he was only able to bring so much ammunition. "Or wherever the hell it came from."
Sam is in much the same situation, just reloading and getting off shots wherever, whenever he can. The brothers are pretty good shots, which probably comes from their father drilling gun safety and marksmanship into their heads from a very, some would say inappropriately, early age.
Taking a deep breath, Ciaran calls out to the others, especially Rinne. "Stay back now. I'm going to hit it with everything I've got and see if I can banish it." The abomination is visibly weakened now, several more eyes shot by the brothers. The stalks Rinne slashed at are still present, unable to be sliced off, but those eyes are closed as well. Digging his fingers into the dirt, Ciaran leans slightly into Noah for support as he begins humming. It's a focusing technique of his as he gathers all of his energy together for one hit. As he pulls the tendrils of magic back from the FaeWild plants, those touching the abomination wither and die immediately. The mushroom-plant is gone, turned to nothing in front of the creature as it ambles forward. It doesn't make it more than a few feet before Ciaran lifts his head, his eyes shining bright green, vibrating with power as he takes all of his energy and Fae magic and pours it through the ground and straight up at the abomination.
The abomination shudders. It shakes. It's eyestalks flail and it begins to rapidly expand and contract, the motion causing a dizzying display with the eyes left on it. Little by little, one by one, eyes begin to close. One of the eyestalks falls off, disappearing as it does so. The mass slowly shrinks, eyes and pieces of it dissipating into thin air. It takes almost an entire minute for the creature to be banished from this plane of existence. When it's all said and done, Ciaran slumps down, barely conscious after expending so much of his resources.
Well, at least the thing is gone! That's one good thing. Ciaran is, meanwhile, slumped onto the ground beside him, and Noah, himself, is not feeling one hundred-percent, especially after doling out so much energy. "I...think that's it? That...yeah, that seems...pretty it, I think." He looks over to the Winchesters and to Rinne, a soft smile on his face. "Good job, everyone. I think...I'm just gonna..." Noah stands up slowly and takes out one of his quartz crystals, drawing a tall circle in the air beside him. The air shimmers slightly, showing the cocktail lounge of the Sylvan Court through its center. "I don't...think I have the strength to carry Ciaran," he admits sheepishly.
Rinne watches as the beast is finished off, however, he turns to see Ciaran on the ground. Rinne gasps as he had spent all of his energy, "Ciaran!" Rinne calls out as he rushes over towards the fae, and crouches down. Rinne sees that Noah had opened one of his things, "Noah.. I could have..." but then Rinne carefully lifts Ciaran onto his back, "I'll get him just keep your portal open!" Rinne says with a nod as he takes a firm hold of Ciaran, "I'll put him in his room.." he says as he nods towards the other two in the area, "Very nice shooting there guys.. " Rinne says, "Rokduou Rinne" he introduces himself finally to the both of them.
"We gotcha." Dean stows his shotgun and starts to close on Ciaran, and Sam follows close behind. But then Rinne's there first, so they just stop short. Sam purses his lips, Dean just kind of lets his hands fall to his sides.
But even with that happening, Dean smiles with a maybe surprising amount of warmth to it, looking to Ciaran and flashing a thumbs up. "Good job there. Hope the others did good as you."
As Ciaran is picked up, he lets out a grunt of acknowledgment that would make Otis proud. He then promptly passes out on top of Rinne, no longer able to stay awake after using up all his energy.
And so the battle comes to a close, one of the abominations banished back to whence it came. Hopefully, the others fared just as well with their fight!
The story continues in: 2020.05.20 - Into the Woods Finale - Part 2