section7mfu | "Hunters" For the Short Affair Challenge (Reply)

Challenge: The Short Affair

-Prompt Word 2 – Swell

-Prompt Colour – Purple

Author:mrua7

Title: “Hunters”

Word count: sorry it’s a little over.

I guess this turned into a warm up for Halloween. “D

“I say again...mayday mayday mayday! This is flight Zebra Tango Foxtrot Niner-zed- three. We have engine failure and are in imminent danger of crashing. Our coordinates are…”

It was then the radio, along with everything else electronic failed. No power at all in the UNCLE Learjet being flown by Illya Kuryakin and his copilot, Roger Libman.

“Time to bail Illya!”

The two men quickly unbuckled their harnesses and heading to the rear of the plane, they grabbed two parachutes, quickly donning them.

Kuryakin opened the door but the air blast knocked him off balance and his head slammed into the door frame. He propelled forward, his head bloodied as he fell into the air.

Roger was thrown backwards as the plane suddenly rolled; he never made his escape.

Illya remained conscious long enough to pull the ripcord on his chute but didn’t see the plane, with Libman still in it as it turned and took a nose dive right into a mountain side. It burst into an orange ball of flame with black smoke rising into the air.

After landing, Illya drifted in and out of consciousness as he lay there spread eagle in the snowy landscape.

He would have surely died from exposure had not a pair of hunters found him. They’d seen his parachute in the air and headed for where it came down.

“Hey buddy, wake up,” one of them said as he gave the Kuryakin a few slaps on the cheek.

“Easy Dean, can’t you see he has a head injury?” Sam said to his brother.

The right side of Illya’s face was bruised and purple, and his eye was beginning to swell shut. There was blood in his hair, though it was nearly frozen, as the temperature was dropping.

They loaded him onto one of their dog sleds, covering him over with a few pelts they had with them.

The type of hunting they did wasn’t for trophies or food for that matter. It was a difficult way of life for the brothers, one that was ‘a family business. It had been handed down by their parents, John and Mary, who were dead.

They took Illya to a small cabin where they’d been staying with their friend and fellow hunter Bobby Singer.

As soon as they carried Illya into the cabin, Bobby laid into them.

“What the hell’d you drag in out of the cold now you eejits?”

“Hey, he parachuted out of a plane before it crashed. He’s hurt Bobby,” Sam said.

“Did you check to make sure he’s… normal?”

“Of course we did, No fangs, no ghostly aura, nothing,” Dean grumbled as he opened a bottle of scotch and poured himself a drink, while Bobby looked over the patient.

“He took a pretty good whack to the head, but it doesn’t seem like he’s broken anything. Interesting though, he’s got this.” Bobby held up an unusual gun, the end of the barrel had a flash suppressor on it. Looking for the man’s wallet, Bobby located it and pulled out the identification.

“His name is Illya Kuryakin and he’s with the U.N.C.L.E. Balls! “Bobby hissed.”He’s a cop.”

Sam examined the gold ID card more closely. “United Network Command for Law and Enforcement. I read about this, It’s a secret international counterespionage and law-enforcement agency that existed back in the 60’s. They hunt the bad guys, just like us.”

“Well not exactly the same kind of bad guys,” Dean finally spoke up. “So we’re in the 1960’s?”

“I guess that spell Rowena gave us took us too far back,”Sam said.

Illya was moved to one of the cots they’d set up in the cabin.

“Well he better come to soon as he’s gonna be stuck snoring in the middle of a big fight once those damn wolves come back.”

“All we can do is what we do Bobby,” Sam said.

“Don’t get smart with me kid. Where’s that damn angel when we need him. He said he’d get us back to where we belong.”

As the sun set there was howling in the distance.

“They’re coming,”Sam said,” get ready.

“No shit Sherlock,” Dean mumbled..

Illya woke up just as the three men readied their weapons. They had rifles, handguns and an odd looking spear like blade that looked to be made of silver.

“Who is coming?” Illya said as he sat up.

“You ain’t gonna believe this buddy,” said Bobby,” but we have a pack of pure-blood werewolves headed our way, and I’m pretty sure we’re outnumbered.”

“Bodarks?” Kuryakin mumbled. “And my name is Illya, not buddy.”

“Bodarks,” Sam repeated,”I know that word; it’s the name for werewolves in Russia. You know about them?”

“I have seen them yes, and my father killed one when I was young. I was never supposed to speak of it as people would think I was crazy. So am I to assume you are not crazy either.”

The howls were getting closer.

“I think you should give me my gun,” Illya stood, he was a little shaky but that would pass. He’d been through worse.

“Well if you know about werewolves then you know regular bullets won’t kill them.”

“Yes I know, you need silver bullets.” Illya reached into one of his pockets and drew out such a bullet. “My father gave me this in case I needed it one day. We must kill the pack leader …”

“That’s not gonna happen as this pack leader likes to sit back and let his buds do the dirty work,” Bobby said.

“Fine then, do you have any 9 mm silver bullets that I can load into my magazine? I am an excellent shot even with one eye.” He was aware that his other eye was swollen shut.

“Here,”Dean shoved a box of ammo across the table towards him.”Load up fast.”

Kuryakin did so with a practiced hand, and seeing that Sam, Dean and Bobby were glad they had more help. Castiel was nowhere to be found, though they’d called him to come to their assistance.

There was a noise outside the cabin, and even though the door had been barred, a hulking human-like figure smashed through with ease; others followed it. More came crashing through the windows.

Flashes from the guns fire lit up the room, bodies fell around them. Illya was surprised they looked more human except for the gaping fangs protruding from their mouths and the long sharp claws coming from their fingertips.

He’d taken down every one he hit, each with a silver bullet through its heart. The others were equally as accurate, but the beasts kept coming as the four men were driven back against the wall in the rear of the cabin.

They were being overwhelmed.

It seemed like the end, and they’d put up a good fight. None of them had been bitten yet but it looked like that would be in their future as the lycanthropes continued their attack.

Suddenly the cabin was filled with a warm bright light and a man wearing a tan trench coat appeared out of nowhere.

For a second Illya swore he saw the shadow of dark outspread wings behind him.

The man held up his hands, letting his eyes roll back and a burst of energy exploded from him, killing the rest of the werewolves.

“About time you got here Cas!” Dean called out.

He and the others were surrounded by the corpses of the entire pack, though the leader wasn’t among them. Unfortunately, he’d live to create another pack, until such time that the hunters could run him to ground.

“Isn’t it the 11th hour,” Cas said.”Last time I didn’t have my powers, but now that I have my grace back…”

“Glad you made it Cas,” Sam said.

“And who is this?” Castiel asked.

“His name’s Illya Kuryakin and he’s with the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement...he’s sort of a hunter,” Sam said.

“Yes, I have heard of this organization. It does good things. Now I know what time period we are in. Still, better he should not remember this.” Without asking, Castiel the angel placed two fingers against Illya’s forehead and the Russian closed his eyes, falling back into the arms of Bobby.

When Kuryakin woke he was in a hospital bed with his partner sitting in a nearby chair.

“Hi there. You’ve been having a nice rest?”

“Rest? The plane crash, there was a complete systems failure and I was injured while trying to bail out. I think Lipman did not make it.”

“Yes we know, we found the crash site and you in a cabin not far away. Do you remember getting there?”

“A cabin? No..”

“Illya we found a box of silver bullets sitting on your chest, and there was a knife, made of silver in your hand.”

“Really? I remember no such things.”

“Illya were you playing with ummm, bodarks again without me?” *

“Bodarks?” Illya shrugged,” I do not remember.” He looked up to see a dark haired man wearing a tan trench coat peeking in at him, and then he was gone.

“Bodark...Pappa?” Illya mumbled as he closed his eyes again, going back to sleep as if he'd been willed to do so.

Castiel smiled, just before he disappeared, back to the future...

*ref to “A Howling in the night”

A/N: this was a little homage to one of my favorite shows “Supernatural”