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The Body Horror Meme

WARNING -- POSSIBLE TRIGGERS (violence, pain, parasites, zombies, etc)

body horror meme

Something's gone wrong. Maybe it was a little parasite, wiggling under your skin. Maybe something bit you that one night in the woods. Maybe someone decided they didn't like you and placed a curse on you, or maybe the local psychotic AI decided she liked you and filled you full of nanites. In any case, you're changing, body and soul. There's no way to stop it. No way to reverse it. And above all, it's the most painful thing you've ever experienced...

HOW IT WORKS:
- Tag the meme, leaving your character name, fandom, and any preferences in the subject line
- Other character tags you
- You tag back, and use the random number generator to select from the following options. Or don't, and do whatever strikes your fancy. If you roll something your character already is, either roll again, go for human, or pick something that otherwise suits your fancy.
- Other character reacts, or is free to also roll on the table
- Play out the results.
- Have fun, but respect the preferences of others.

1. Water-dwelling. You're growing gills, or your skin is turning translucent, or you're sprouting fins, or maybe you're outright turning into some form of sea life. It doesn't matter what you're turning into – what does matter is that you're slowly losing the ability to breathe air, and there's no water in sight...

2. Animal. Something bit you, and you're turning into an animal. Your bones lengthen or perhaps shrink, break, twist, and reform, your teeth lengthen or shorten, and above all, you feel your instincts being overridden. Your senses sharpen; you notice smells you never did before, your vision becomes more sensitive to movement. If you're a predator? Man, these people look mighty tasty. Prey? OHGOD, EVERYTHING IS TERRIFYING. Lizard? Enjoy your new inability to regulate body temperature. Bird? Have fun with the whole beak and hollowing bones. And don't even get us started on insects and arachnids...

3. Parasitic Something's inside you, and it's changing you from within, chewing up your insides and altering your thoughts. You're not sure how much longer you're going to be you, and when the parasite's going to take over completely...

4. Demonic You've been meddling with dark powers beyond the ken of mortal man, and it seems you've accidentally sold your soul. Will you be the traditional kind of demon, horns and hooves, or something far more terrifying and ineffable?

5. Undead: No doubt about it, you're dying, but as you are, something's been altered in you. Maybe you're becoming a vampire – and not the fun kind, either, we're talking ugly, ravenous, and mad. Maybe you're a zombie, or a ghoul, and human flesh looks mighty tasty. Or maybe you're just turning into a ghost bent on vengeance. In any case, death is never fun.

6. Cybernetic Get captured by the Borg? Strapped to an operating table? Injected with nanites? Whatever happened to you, you're slowly turning into something half man, half machine, your squishy bits being replaced by mechanical components.

7. Lovecraftian You've heard their song, the terrors from beyond the stars, and even now they sing in your blood as your flesh transmutes into something ineffable and unknowable. You revel in the pain you feel even as you seek to spread it, to herald the end of all things... or maybe worse, you're aware of the transition as your mind becomes not your own.

8. Fusion/Hivemind You begin to fuse with the first person who tagged you – physically, mentally, or both. Soon, you can't tell who is who, which one of you is the real you, as your thoughts become one. Join in the fleshsong, mortal...

9. Inanimate Your body slowly petrifies and hardens, turning to stone, wood, glass, or something stranger still; or perhaps you liquefy, turning to some kind of liquid, or maybe you dissolve into the air itself.

10. Wildcard / pick your own Pick whatever you like, combine a few options, or make up your own.

Meme originally posted by

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It was just supposed to be a routine hunt. Of course, somehow those were the ones that always turned out to be the most troublesome. Dean and Sam had left Eliot to go do his thing for the night, telling him they'd be back at the hotel come morning so he knew where to find them. They'd taken the few leads from the local farmers and headed out to the woods to investigate.

Something had been attacking farm animals in the little town in the middle of nowhere where they currently were. Well, it had started with farm animals, but then a farmer had gotten attacked too so they were heading out to check it out.

Dean moved into a clearing, looking up at the sky as the moon shone brightly overhead. Anything out here would be able to see him and Sam with no problem, but that didn't matter to him at the time. He motioned for Sam to move around towards the cabin they'd been told about and it was in that moment that he heard the snap of a branch coming from his right.

He spun quickly, gun raised as the beast barreled out of the trees at him, knocking him down and sending his gun flying. He heard Sam call his name and he yelled for his brother to stay back while he scrambled to push the huge wolf off of him. He could hear other sounds behind Sam, the cry of some random guy who must live in the cabin responding to the sound of the struggle.

"Son of a bitch!" He yelled when the wolf clamped down on his shoulder, teeth ripping through his jacket and shirt, tearing flesh. He heard a gunshot and the wolf yelped when hit, but that didn't stop its attack. Dean's hand tore into his jacket, pulling out a knife just as the beast bared its fangs again, preparing to tear out his throat. Before it got the chance he stabbed upward, burying the knife to the hilt into its chest and dragging down, gutting it.

The wolf slumped on top of him, stilling as it died and he groaned, calling out. "Sam! Sammy! Get this thing off me!" Sam stumbled over, grabbing the wolf by its pelt before dragging it off of him and dropping to his knees to check and see if Dean was okay. "Dean what the...oh shit." He moved the torn shirt and jacket, surveying the damage where blood poured from his shoulder. It wasn't a fatal wound, but it was bad.

"Come on, Dean." He carefully got his brother to his feet, helping him back out of the woods the way they came. "Eliot's going to kill you." He mumbled, but Dean couldn't hear him. He was dizzy and weak, not entirely from blood loss. His head hung as Sam got him into the Impala, getting him bandaged up immediately before driving back to the hotel.

The night was like every other full moon night that Eliot experienced when he hung out with Dean. After parting ways with the Winchesters, he moved himself to the edge of the forested outskirts of town, the same location he visited the last two nights, before he settled down to meditate. Sometime in the evening the transformation overtook him and he ran wild through the trees.

It wasn't even that hard to find wooded areas as the landscape surrounding the urban centers was filled with dense forests.

The only thing that bothered him was the unfamiliar scents of other wolves that sometimes made his hackles raise when the wind blew from the southeast. It wasn't a big thing though, wolves were a regular occurrence in the area so he dismissed it as his animal being sensitive.

For the last two nights he remained in a centralized locale, and the last night wasn't any different. By the time he changed back at dawn, he was exhausted and wishing for nothing more than to fall into his hotel bed with his Alpha's scent.

Sam had managed to get Dean into the ER and get him checked out after arguing with him for what felt like hours. They cleaned him up and got him bandaged properly before handing Sam a prescription for pain medication and antibiotics. They'd test for rabies as well and everything was alright.

He looked at his watch once they got back to the hotel, groaning. It was almost dawn and he knew that Eliot would be back shortly after that. Their hotel wasn't far from the woods where he told them he'd be. Damn it Sam wasn't looking forward to this. He sat down in a chair next to the bed once he shoved Dean down to make him rest. He was doped up fairly heavily and bandaged up the same. They'd told him not to move his shoulder much for a few days.

Which generally meant they were gonna be stuck in one place for a little while. Eliot was going to kill him. He just knew it.

The sun was nearly up the whole way by the time Eliot's rental truck pulled into the hotel parking lot beside the Impala. Upon stepping out, his nose scrunched as he caught a faint whiff of the strange scent from before. Then the breeze changed directions and he smelled no more of it.

Shaking his head, Eliot dug into his wallet for his key card and opened up the room door.

And instantly he was assaulted by that same scent, along with the distinctive smell of hospital antiseptics. It was only seeing that Dean was asleep and laid out on the bed that stopped Eliot from slamming the door. Instead, he pushed it firmly shut and turned to growl at Sam who he located on the chair.

"Y'wanna tell me what the hell happened tonight?"

Sam looked up when the door opened, sighing softly. "He got attacked by a wolf on the way out to that old cabin. Got his shoulder pretty good, but other than that he's fine. He's pretty doped up on pain meds right now." He leaned his head back against the wall.

Dean heard Sam talking and he opened his eyes, yawning and smiling dopily at the two of them. "Eliot...come to bed." He reached his hand out, leaning despite the pain in his shoulder to try to catch Eliot and drag him down. Sam shook his head, looking at Eliot. "He isn't supposed to move that arm so keep an eye on him with it."

As soon as Sam's words were out of his mouth, Eliot was growling low and fixing the newly awaken Dean with his glare. The look quickly softened when he realized what drugged state his Alpha was in, and shooting Sam one final glare over his shoulder, Eliot hurried over to Dean's side.

"You heard your brother, no movin' that arm," he admonished as he sat down beside Dean and moved his arm out to intercept Dean's. "How're you feelin'?"

Sam rolled his eyes at the glare before pushing himself up. "I'm gonna leave you two then. Dean, I'll come check on you in the morning, okay?" He caught Eliot's attention, tapping on the table and pointing to a large bottle of painkillers. "Went to an overnight pharmacy. He's got these and antibiotics are in the bathroom. Night you two."

Dean called out a goodnight to Sam before laughing, looking up at Eliot. "Hey...I'm...feelin' fuckin' great. 'Cept my shoulder kinda hurts." He turned his head, looking at it before looking back up at him. "Don't be mad at him. Wasn't his fault. I should have been listenin' better." He was very obviously doped to hell, words slurring just slightly before he reached with his uninjured arm, pulling his werewolf down.

"I'll be okay. You know me...I'm resilliant."

Eliot grunted in acknowledgement of Sam's words although his attention was clearly distracted by Dean. He did spare a glance towards the indicated bottles to make sure he knew where they were and dipped his head to show he was grateful Sam did that much.

"Maybe cause you let some wild animal bite a chunk outta it?" Eliot answered Dean when the door closed behind Sam. Sighing, he laid down next to his Alpha and his nose instantly scrunched at all the other scents that covered him. It was all he could do to not growl again when he recognized the faint scent of an unfamiliar wolf.

"Yeah... but you've gotta be careful, man. You don't have extra healin'."

He shifted closer, turning his head and nuzzling against Eliot's throat slowly, kissing his skin. "Hey its not like I asked some big ass wolf to come out of nowhere and chomp on me like a prime steak." He said before kissing his lips. "I'll heal quick enough. Probably gonna scar though. The nurse said it would look cool at least."

Dean closed his eyes for a moment, squirming. "Fuck its so damn hot in here though. Sammy said he turned on the AC but I still feel like I'm sweating balls here." He noticed the scrunched nose and frowned a bit. "What's wrong?"

If the situation wasn't as it was, that wiggling would've turned into some hot foreplay. As it was, Eliot merely reached an arm to wrap it around Dean's waist despite how his Alpha complained of the heat. Eliot frowned too when he discovered that Dean's temperature wasn't any cooler than his own.

"I can smell him on you," Eliot muttered unhappily. "Hospital smells too... And you're burnin' with fever... Did Sam give you one of the antibiotics yet?"

He pressed into Eliot, turning on his side so he could get even closer. "So make me smell like you again." He smiled, kissing his cheek and chuckling softly. "Sam gave me two. I'm s'posed to take two at a time. That was..." He craned his neck, looking at the clock and concentrating for a moment.

"About an hour and a half ago? Maybe two hours?" He shrugged, wincing at the pull in his shoulder from the movement. "Hey if you help me get undressed I promise to behave? Sam wouldn't. Said I should just ignore the heat."

Eliot didn't like it but with the way Dean was burning up, he couldn't imagine those clothes being very comfortable. Sam wouldn't help Dean remove the clothes probably because he was afraid of making Deans condition worse, but Eliot could make sure the man didn't catch a cold.

"Fine, and stop movin'. You're pullin' on your shoulder." Sitting up, Eliot began helping Dean wiggle out of his jeans. At least after the hospital stay, Sam managed to put Dean into a button down shirt. "If he gave you somethin' two hours ago, they shift be good for a while."

He stretched out, trying to keep from moving his shoulders as he lifted his hips to get out of the jeans. He was fine with keeping his boxers on for the moment though. He shifted slightly, reaching up with his uninjured arm and trying to unbutton his shirt. He managed a few before growling in frustration, wondering if he could rip the shirt open and not hurt his shoulder worse.

"I can move, damn it....just have to be careful." He looked up at Eliot, tilting his head. "Kiss me? I..." He frowned a bit, staring at him. "I thought I was gonna die, man. Thought that thing was gonna kill me and I wouldn't fuckin' see you again." Yeah, it was sentimental, emotional, but Dean was doped up and couldn't really control what was coming out if his mouth.

As soon as the pants were off, Eliot moved up to start removing his shirt. He kissed Dean briefly when the first buttons became undone, then gently he helped his Alpha up.

"C'mon, get up and I'll help you remove it." He kissed Dean again, using every opportunity to rub his own scent back over his Alpha. If Dean hadn't gotten sentimental on him, Eliot wouldn't realize how closeher was to losing this man.

"Don't... Don't do that again."

He let Eliot help him up, shifting so he could pull off the shirt. Unfortunately it required he move his arm and he grunted, wincing hard. He leaned into Eliot, closing his eyes for a long moment as he let the werewolf rub against him to take away the foreign smells now covering his skin.

"You say it like I meant for it to happen." He murmured, kissing his neck, his mark, and then up his jaw. "Promise I'll try and be more careful though. Won't be able to hunt for a while. Least not until this heals. Damn thing took out my gun arm." Not that it really mattered to him. Not right now when it seemed they were in the middle of something important.

"Eliot..." He said, shifting so he could stare into the man's eyes. "You know you're important to me, right? You..." He frowned, growling at himself. "You know I ain't good at saying shit and...the whole chick-flick moments thing, but you aren't just a friend. I never gave a shit about anyone before except Sammy and Bobby and my dad."

"Shut up," Eliot said before implementing the command by placing a solid kiss on Dean's lips. It started strong, but quickly dissolved into something gentle and tender as Eliot's intention to make Dean quiet was established.

"Yeah, I know..." He closed his eyes and rested his head down onto Dean's chest. There was still a very faint smell of otherness on his Alpha, but his own scent dominated now. It was much better. "Don't need to say it. You're my Alpha."

He nuzzled Dean's chest softly, one to keep the man down and not moving, but also so Eliot could reassure both himself and his inner animal that Dean was here, alive, with him. It had been too close a call. Much too close.

He wrapped his uninjured arm around Eliot. "But I do need to say it. Need to make sure you always know, damn it." He shifted slightly, groaning in pain. Apparently the painkillers were starting to wear off. "I mean...it was serious, Eliot." He slid his hand up to his face, pulling him into another soft kiss.

"Always gonna be your Alpha. Take care of you even when you're too bullheaded to let me." And he meant it, even if currently he couldn't do much of anything. He ended up stroking his hand through Eliot's hair slowly. "Not gonna go anywhere. I promise."

[[Now...wanna skip ahead to the next full moon?]]

A camping trip. For once, it wasn't Dean who suggested it, but Eliot. Ever since Dean got bitten by the wolf a month ago, Eliot had been getting this niggling feeling of something not quite right. He didn't want to believe it though so he never brought it up, but there were just... signs.

Dean's shoulder had healed up within two weeks. A wound of that depth shouldn't have healed in a month, much less healed over and scarred. Then there was his Alpha being pretty much sick all of that first week after the bite. It could be simply the body working in overdrive to heal itself, or it could really be an infection caused by the bite. Still, it didn't sit right with Eliot, so for once, he wanted to be near Dean for the full moon.

"Hey, you got the fire set up? Daylight's burnin'. I won't be around to help you if you don't get it runnin' now."

It was probably nothing.

Dean had been pretty irritable all damn week. He felt like he was going to jump out of his own skin if he didn't do something, anything. Thankfully Eliot had suggested the camping trip for the two of them right before the full moon and he'd all but jumped on the opportunity to stay somewhere besides in the cramped hotel room with his brother.

He and Sam had been fighting a lot, snapping at each other over the tiniest things. Dean had even picked a fight or two with Eliot in the last week, just because he wanted to. Right now though? He was in a fairly good mood and he chalked it up to the fresh air and being surrounded by nature. It was calming.

"I'm getting there!" He smiled over at Eliot, tossing a few more pieces of wood down into the pit he'd created before a piece of kindling was added. He bent down, pouring lighter fluid on everything before reaching in and lighting it with his zippo. The fire flared to life before he looked up at the sky, shifting a bit and scratching absently at the scar left on his shoulder.

He hadn't even considered the option that something was amiss because of the bite. Sure, he'd been sick. Hell he still hadn't completely lost the fever he'd gotten during the week after the bite, but Eliot hadn't said anything about it so Dean had pushed it out of his mind.

"Get over here you big lug. I want some time with you before you start changing on me."

Eliot rolled his eyes and scrunched his nose a bit at Dean's method for lighting a fire. "Do you always use half your lighter to kindle a fire?" But it was friendly ribbing only and Eliot was soon by his Alpha's side to rub shoulders with him.

"Next time, I'm teachin' you how to light one from scratch. What if you run out, man?" Settling down by Dean, he gave his Alpha a quick kiss and brought an arm around Dean.

"You wanna cook some of that food we brought? Might smell a bit like lighter though."

"Well then you can teach me tomorrow. How about that?" He smiled before kissing him back and leaning into him. His arm looped around Eliot's waist, holding him close before turning to nuzzle into his throat. He always managed to calm down now when Eliot was around, even during their fights Eliot always got him to cool down with a touch or a look.

He glanced up at the sky, frowning slightly. "Yeah lets throw something on. You wanna cook it while I set up my tent? You're gonna stick close by right? Don't like thinking you're gonna run completely wild on me."

He reached up, scratching at the scar again, growling deeply. "Fuck I swear this thing is itching like crazy!"

Eliot's eyes narrowed at the last thing Dean said, but the expression was thankfully missed when Dean turned his back. Breathing out through his nose, Eliot stood and pulled his lover backwards to press against his chest.

He hoped he was wrong. God he hoped he was. "Dean..." He murmured, leaning down to kiss at the scar area through Dean's clothing. "Yeah, I won't go far tonight," he murmured into the other man's ear, unable to kick the feeling of foreboding that seemed to hover over him.

"Whatever happens, you're my Alpha and I'll be here with you."

He let himself be pulled back, smiling softly as he leaned back against Eliot. "You say that like you're afraid something bad is gonna happen. You expecting something?" He turned his head to look at Eliot, catching his eyes and suddenly frowning a bit.

"Eliot...is something going to happen? What aren't you telling me?" He turned, wrapping his arms around Eliot's waist, holding him there in a strong embrace.

He rolled his shoulder absently, trying to ignore the itching before glancing skyward again. Damn it why was he so antsy?

Eliot met the questions with a blank look. "Nothin'," he answered then leaned forward to distract Dean with a kiss. "Nothing's gonna happen with me here." At least that he could say with full confidence. He wouldn't let Dean do anything... bad. He was convinced he could keep his control around his Alpha enough for that.

"Alright, daylight's burnin'. I better go get those stakes made, huh? And you, get that tent set up." Pulling away, Eliot gave Dean a light smile then turned to grab their stuff. The smile dropped soon after as he became absorbed in work and his thoughts.

Too similar... But Dean said they never met another creature like him, neither had Eliot. Dean could't possibly have been bitten by another werewolf a month ago, could he? The chance was too unlikely... but not impossible.

He tossed a few more dried branches onto the fire then went to grab the grill and steaks from their cooler.

Dean watched him a second longer before nodding and sighing. Of course, he kissed Eliot back, moaning into it before pulling away and nudging him. Once he noticed Eliot going to task he turned to his own.

He'd gotten the tent put up as soon as they got there, but had moved to work on the firepit directly out there. He furled out his oversized sleeping back, having indulged in getting the best one out there to be comfortable for him and Eliot to sleep in/on. He tossed down the pillows he'd lugged with them as well before setting up an LED lantern in the corner and a few other things.

Once he was satisfied he slipped back out, noticing it was starting to head into the early evening now. Just another hour or two if that and Eliot would change.

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