Post by harry on Oct 31, 2012 9:16:59 GMT -7
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So I've always like Supernatural, but lately I've been on this huge Supernatural kick and decided to start a fanfic just to see if I liked writing them. I've never really done it before, other than roleplaying which isn't the same. Anyway, this is just the first three chapters. I can post more later if people like it.
CHAPTER ONE.
“Hey Dean?”
Dean Winchester paused in his attempts to break open the storage shed’s solid metal door and rested both hands on his knees, breathing heavily. “Yeah?”
Sam Winchester looked at his older brother silently for another minute before shaking his head. “This is the dumbest and craziest thing we’ve ever done…and our middle names should be dumb and crazy, so that’s saying something.”
Dean straightened up. “Wait, which one am I? Dumb or crazy?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Not the point, Dean.” He shivered and peered into the gloom.
“So what’s the point then? We’re hunting a monster, Sam, just like always. It’s no dumber or crazier than any of the others. In fact, it’s probably one of the more sane hunts we’ve done in a long time.” Dean rammed his shoulder into the door once more.
Sam reached into a pocket and pulled out his lock-picking tools, passing them over to Dean with a weary sigh. “The point is that hell wants you dead in a big way and heaven wants me dead in the same big way. The Apocalypse has started. We can’t just keep running after every tiny thing we catch wind of now, Dean. There’s a bigger issue here.”
Dean snatched up the tools and bent to apply them to the shiny silver lock. “I’m not going to let innocent people die because heaven and hell are in a pissing contest.”
“Dean…”
“What Sam?” Dean applied a little more pressure and the lock sprang open. His tone was edgy.
Sam took the tools back and pocketed them silently, recognizing that whatever he said wasn’t going to change anything. “Just be careful.”
“Aren’t I always?” Dean lifted his flashlight and shone it in the shed’s direction with the ghost of a smile. Sam rolled his eyes again but with less agitation. He should have known his brother would never back down from a challenge or from being wanted by demons. It had never stopped him before. Dean squinted. “Hey Sam, I think I see something.” He inched the shed’s door open a few meters with one foot, shimmying inside.
“Remember Dean, we’re dealing with the spirit of a dead girl so she can”- The shed’s very heavy door slammed shut at precisely that moment, separating the brothers. Sam grimaced. “-do things like that.” He paused. “Dean, are you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just help me get this door open.” Dean’s voice was muffled.
Sam stepped forward and gripped the door’s handle with both hands. “I’m going to pull. You push” he directed.
“Who died and made you boss” came Dean’s grumpy retort.
“Dean” Sam cried in exasperation. “Do you want to get out of there or not?!”
There was silence, which Sam took to mean ‘yes’ and he tightened his grip. “Ok…now!”
“It’s….not…working” Dean panted from the other side of the door after five solid minutes of trying to budge it. “There’s a crowbar in the trunk, Sam. Go get it. I’ll look in here for something.”
Sam didn’t like the idea of leaving but he had to admit that simple manual labor didn’t seem to be working. “Ok Dean, be careful. I’ll be right back.” He turned around.
“Hello Sam.”
CHAPTER TWO.
Sam felt the breath leave his lungs. “Hi Cass” he finally managed. Cass nodded somberly.
The balding man next to him crossed his arms. “What? No hello for me?”
Sam scowled but managed a polite, “Hello Zachariah.”
“That’s better.” Zachariah took two steps forward, placing himself between Castiel and Sam.
On the other side of the closed shed door, Dean slammed his fists against the barrier. “Do not touch my brother, you”-
“Hello to you too Dean” Zachariah interrupted, his expression stony and still fixed on Sam. “You know why we’re here Sam” he went on.
“But I haven’t…I said no to Lucifer…you know I did…” Sam looked past Zachariah to Castiel pleadingly. “And I haven’t used my powers or whatever in ages.”
Castiel stepped up even with Zachariah and spoke in a whisper. “It is true. Perhaps we don’t have to”-
“You know our orders Castiel. It’s not my fault you actually seem to like these humans.” Zachariah snorted, seeming to find the whole thing amusing.
“I swear, if you lay one finger on him, I will”-
“Give it a rest, Winchester.” Zachariah waved one hand in the direction of the shed and Dean fell silent.
Sam spun around and took a panicked step towards the shed. “Dean?!”
“Relax Sam, he’s simply sleeping.” Zachariah showed the first signs of a smile. “Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to shut him up like that. He has quite the smart mouth that brother of yours.”
“Wake him up. Right now.” Sam clenched his fists, giving the metal door a hard slam with both of them. “Dean! Dean, wake up!”
Zachariah studied his fingernails. “That’s not going to do anything, Sam, you know that.”
Sam turned his attention to the quieter of the two angels. “Cass, please…please. You’ve known me for over two years; I’m not a danger to you. I’m not evil.”
Castiel studied his feet. “I’m sorry Sam. I really am.”
“Cass. I’m begging you. We’ve been through a lot and you know me. This doesn’t have to happen. I’m stronger than Lucifer and I won’t say yes.”
“Even if hell captures Dean and threatens you with torturing him into eternity unless you say yes” Zachariah interrupted, his jaw set. “Your brother is your weakness Sam and everyone knows that. Everyone. Heaven and Hell know the two of you would do anything for each other. We just happened to get to you before hell could get to Dean.” He stepped forward.
Sam took an immediate step backwards. “Listen to me. Both of you. I’m telling you…this isn’t necessary!”
“I’m getting really sick of your whining, Sam. I promise, I’ll make it quick.” Zachariah took an even larger step forward, one hand outstretched. Sam scrambled backwards, his feet slipping on the muddied ground.
Zachariah’s fingers were inches from Sam’s forehead when Castiel’s voice rang out clear as a bell. “Wait. Stop.”
“Castiel, we have our orders.” Zachariah’s frustration was evident. “If you can’t bear to watch the human’s demise then leave, but he is Lucifer’s vessel and he can’t live.”
“I won’t say it again. Leave the boy alone.” Castiel snapped his fingers.
CHAPTER THREE.
Sam blinked and looked around. Where moments before he had been in the middle of the woods next to a storage shed and two angels, he was now in the middle of an empty street. Alone.
“Sam?”
He whipped his head around, searching for the voice’s source. “Dean?”
“Sammy, over here.” Dean half-walked, half-jogged across the street, reaching his brother in a matter of seconds. “What are we doing here? All I remember is those holy dicks showing up and locking me in a shed. What happened?”
Sam started walking towards the nearest house with Dean hot on his heels. He talked as he walked, “Cass must have worked some magic mojo because I was as good as dead before he snapped his fingers.”
“Wait…so Cass is alone with another angel…and he just disobeyed direct orders so he could help us?”
“He’s done it before Dean” Sam reminded gently. “He’ll be fine.”
“Yeah well I say we owe him a big fruit basket” Dean deadpanned, testing the house’s front door. “Locked. Think anyone lives here?”
Sam peered through the nearest window. “Dusty. I think anyone who lived here is long gone.”
Dean nodded, straightened up and kicked in the door with one fluent move. “Then I say we go inside and find out where the hell Cass plunked us so we can find our way back to help him.”
“Dean…he’s an angel, he’ll be fine” Sam repeated, putting a hand on Dean’s shoulder.
Dean shrugged it off and pushed into the foyer. “Yeah ok, Sam. He’ll be fine for now but how long do you think it will take Zachariah to send him packing? He’s our friend, Sam. We have to at least try.”
There was a brief silence. “Yeah…and how long do you think it will take Zachariah to send me packing if I go near him again Dean? You were a little bit conked out back there so maybe you didn’t hear him. He thinks I’ll say yes to Lucifer and he is going to kill me the next chance he gets.” The silence stretched on and even though Sam couldn’t see his face, he knew from the way his shoulders were hunched that Dean was fighting the urge to say something. “What?”
“Nothing.”
The answer came too fast. Sam grabbed Dean by one arm and pushed him into a wall, pinning him there. “Don’t give me that Dean. What were you going to say? The truth.”
“The truth?” Dean yanked his arm free and shoved Sam away. He took a few steps in the opposite direction to try and compose himself. “Sam, the end of the world is practically here. We both know that. You’re wanted by heaven and I’m wanted by hell. Great. We’ve always been wanted by some evil sons of bitches our whole lives…the way I see it, nothing’s really changed there. Now, there are only a few really good people left out there that I would die for and that includes you, Bobby, and Cass. If it were Lucifer and his demon puppets that Cass was with before he zapped us out of harm’s way, I would still go back in a heartbeat to help him, even if it meant risking my own life. Why won’t you do the same??”
Sam raked back his hair with one shaking hand. “It’s not that I’m scared of dying Dean, it’s not. Hell, I’ve technically died already anyway.” Dean nodded his agreement and Sam went on. “And yes, Cass is our friend, and yes he’s helped us out of a lot of tight scrapes over the past year, but I just can’t shake the feeling that going back is not what he would have wanted. He got us to safety for a reason Dean. He’s an angel and we are human. It takes a lot more to really hurt him than it does us. We need to stop Lucifer and we can’t do that if one or both of us is dead. We are a great team.”
Dean passed through the foyer and into the kitchen, taking a seat at its small wooden table. “Ok.”
In the doorway, Sam furrowed his brow. “Ok?”
“Ok” Dean repeated heavily. “Ok, maybe you’re right.”
Sam, looking appeased that Dean wasn’t fighting him further on this, dropped into the only remaining chair. “So what do we do now?”
“We finish our hunt for that dead girl’s spirit and then we get the hell out of dodge and stay at Bobby’s until we can come up with a plan to go after the devil. We don’t need any more surprise angel or demon visits.” Dean got to his feet and scanned their surroundings. “There are still kitchen supplies around so maybe there’s a map somewhere and we can figure out where we are.”
Sam leaned back in his chair. “Maybe we don’t need a map.”
“Did Zach scramble your brains back there or something Sammy? How else are we going to know where we are? Cass had his pick of the entire world…and even assuming he stuck with the United States like usual with the zapping deal, that’s still fifty states.”
Sam’s lips twitched into half a smile. “I’m aware of that Dean; I did go to college after all. What I meant was that I think I remember seeing a sign outside. Maybe it will tell us the city and state.”
Dean abandoned his search through the kitchen for a map, considering this new piece of information. “Well that would be convenient.”
The two brothers stepped back outside together and Sam immediately spotted the sign he had mentioned. “Dean, look. Over there.”
Dean glanced left and right to be sure they were still alone and then made a bee-line for the posting of their location; Sam followed closely. And there written in large script on a plain white board were the words:
“Welcome To The City Of Boston, Massachusetts.”
Sam and Dean swapped looks of bewilderment. Dean opened his mouth, thought about whatever he was going to say and then closed his mouth without saying it. He did this a few more times before any words escaped. “Now I didn’t go to college Sammy, so correct me if I’m wrong here, but…isn’t Boston supposed to be a big city?”
Sam, looking just as confused as Dean, couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the sign. “Uh, yeah…a city with a population of one million people…”
Dean slowly pivoted a complete 360 degrees, taking in the empty streets and abandoned buildings. “So where are they?”
So I've always like Supernatural, but lately I've been on this huge Supernatural kick and decided to start a fanfic just to see if I liked writing them. I've never really done it before, other than roleplaying which isn't the same. Anyway, this is just the first three chapters. I can post more later if people like it.
CHAPTER ONE.
“Hey Dean?”
Dean Winchester paused in his attempts to break open the storage shed’s solid metal door and rested both hands on his knees, breathing heavily. “Yeah?”
Sam Winchester looked at his older brother silently for another minute before shaking his head. “This is the dumbest and craziest thing we’ve ever done…and our middle names should be dumb and crazy, so that’s saying something.”
Dean straightened up. “Wait, which one am I? Dumb or crazy?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Not the point, Dean.” He shivered and peered into the gloom.
“So what’s the point then? We’re hunting a monster, Sam, just like always. It’s no dumber or crazier than any of the others. In fact, it’s probably one of the more sane hunts we’ve done in a long time.” Dean rammed his shoulder into the door once more.
Sam reached into a pocket and pulled out his lock-picking tools, passing them over to Dean with a weary sigh. “The point is that hell wants you dead in a big way and heaven wants me dead in the same big way. The Apocalypse has started. We can’t just keep running after every tiny thing we catch wind of now, Dean. There’s a bigger issue here.”
Dean snatched up the tools and bent to apply them to the shiny silver lock. “I’m not going to let innocent people die because heaven and hell are in a pissing contest.”
“Dean…”
“What Sam?” Dean applied a little more pressure and the lock sprang open. His tone was edgy.
Sam took the tools back and pocketed them silently, recognizing that whatever he said wasn’t going to change anything. “Just be careful.”
“Aren’t I always?” Dean lifted his flashlight and shone it in the shed’s direction with the ghost of a smile. Sam rolled his eyes again but with less agitation. He should have known his brother would never back down from a challenge or from being wanted by demons. It had never stopped him before. Dean squinted. “Hey Sam, I think I see something.” He inched the shed’s door open a few meters with one foot, shimmying inside.
“Remember Dean, we’re dealing with the spirit of a dead girl so she can”- The shed’s very heavy door slammed shut at precisely that moment, separating the brothers. Sam grimaced. “-do things like that.” He paused. “Dean, are you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just help me get this door open.” Dean’s voice was muffled.
Sam stepped forward and gripped the door’s handle with both hands. “I’m going to pull. You push” he directed.
“Who died and made you boss” came Dean’s grumpy retort.
“Dean” Sam cried in exasperation. “Do you want to get out of there or not?!”
There was silence, which Sam took to mean ‘yes’ and he tightened his grip. “Ok…now!”
“It’s….not…working” Dean panted from the other side of the door after five solid minutes of trying to budge it. “There’s a crowbar in the trunk, Sam. Go get it. I’ll look in here for something.”
Sam didn’t like the idea of leaving but he had to admit that simple manual labor didn’t seem to be working. “Ok Dean, be careful. I’ll be right back.” He turned around.
“Hello Sam.”
CHAPTER TWO.
Sam felt the breath leave his lungs. “Hi Cass” he finally managed. Cass nodded somberly.
The balding man next to him crossed his arms. “What? No hello for me?”
Sam scowled but managed a polite, “Hello Zachariah.”
“That’s better.” Zachariah took two steps forward, placing himself between Castiel and Sam.
On the other side of the closed shed door, Dean slammed his fists against the barrier. “Do not touch my brother, you”-
“Hello to you too Dean” Zachariah interrupted, his expression stony and still fixed on Sam. “You know why we’re here Sam” he went on.
“But I haven’t…I said no to Lucifer…you know I did…” Sam looked past Zachariah to Castiel pleadingly. “And I haven’t used my powers or whatever in ages.”
Castiel stepped up even with Zachariah and spoke in a whisper. “It is true. Perhaps we don’t have to”-
“You know our orders Castiel. It’s not my fault you actually seem to like these humans.” Zachariah snorted, seeming to find the whole thing amusing.
“I swear, if you lay one finger on him, I will”-
“Give it a rest, Winchester.” Zachariah waved one hand in the direction of the shed and Dean fell silent.
Sam spun around and took a panicked step towards the shed. “Dean?!”
“Relax Sam, he’s simply sleeping.” Zachariah showed the first signs of a smile. “Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to shut him up like that. He has quite the smart mouth that brother of yours.”
“Wake him up. Right now.” Sam clenched his fists, giving the metal door a hard slam with both of them. “Dean! Dean, wake up!”
Zachariah studied his fingernails. “That’s not going to do anything, Sam, you know that.”
Sam turned his attention to the quieter of the two angels. “Cass, please…please. You’ve known me for over two years; I’m not a danger to you. I’m not evil.”
Castiel studied his feet. “I’m sorry Sam. I really am.”
“Cass. I’m begging you. We’ve been through a lot and you know me. This doesn’t have to happen. I’m stronger than Lucifer and I won’t say yes.”
“Even if hell captures Dean and threatens you with torturing him into eternity unless you say yes” Zachariah interrupted, his jaw set. “Your brother is your weakness Sam and everyone knows that. Everyone. Heaven and Hell know the two of you would do anything for each other. We just happened to get to you before hell could get to Dean.” He stepped forward.
Sam took an immediate step backwards. “Listen to me. Both of you. I’m telling you…this isn’t necessary!”
“I’m getting really sick of your whining, Sam. I promise, I’ll make it quick.” Zachariah took an even larger step forward, one hand outstretched. Sam scrambled backwards, his feet slipping on the muddied ground.
Zachariah’s fingers were inches from Sam’s forehead when Castiel’s voice rang out clear as a bell. “Wait. Stop.”
“Castiel, we have our orders.” Zachariah’s frustration was evident. “If you can’t bear to watch the human’s demise then leave, but he is Lucifer’s vessel and he can’t live.”
“I won’t say it again. Leave the boy alone.” Castiel snapped his fingers.
CHAPTER THREE.
Sam blinked and looked around. Where moments before he had been in the middle of the woods next to a storage shed and two angels, he was now in the middle of an empty street. Alone.
“Sam?”
He whipped his head around, searching for the voice’s source. “Dean?”
“Sammy, over here.” Dean half-walked, half-jogged across the street, reaching his brother in a matter of seconds. “What are we doing here? All I remember is those holy dicks showing up and locking me in a shed. What happened?”
Sam started walking towards the nearest house with Dean hot on his heels. He talked as he walked, “Cass must have worked some magic mojo because I was as good as dead before he snapped his fingers.”
“Wait…so Cass is alone with another angel…and he just disobeyed direct orders so he could help us?”
“He’s done it before Dean” Sam reminded gently. “He’ll be fine.”
“Yeah well I say we owe him a big fruit basket” Dean deadpanned, testing the house’s front door. “Locked. Think anyone lives here?”
Sam peered through the nearest window. “Dusty. I think anyone who lived here is long gone.”
Dean nodded, straightened up and kicked in the door with one fluent move. “Then I say we go inside and find out where the hell Cass plunked us so we can find our way back to help him.”
“Dean…he’s an angel, he’ll be fine” Sam repeated, putting a hand on Dean’s shoulder.
Dean shrugged it off and pushed into the foyer. “Yeah ok, Sam. He’ll be fine for now but how long do you think it will take Zachariah to send him packing? He’s our friend, Sam. We have to at least try.”
There was a brief silence. “Yeah…and how long do you think it will take Zachariah to send me packing if I go near him again Dean? You were a little bit conked out back there so maybe you didn’t hear him. He thinks I’ll say yes to Lucifer and he is going to kill me the next chance he gets.” The silence stretched on and even though Sam couldn’t see his face, he knew from the way his shoulders were hunched that Dean was fighting the urge to say something. “What?”
“Nothing.”
The answer came too fast. Sam grabbed Dean by one arm and pushed him into a wall, pinning him there. “Don’t give me that Dean. What were you going to say? The truth.”
“The truth?” Dean yanked his arm free and shoved Sam away. He took a few steps in the opposite direction to try and compose himself. “Sam, the end of the world is practically here. We both know that. You’re wanted by heaven and I’m wanted by hell. Great. We’ve always been wanted by some evil sons of bitches our whole lives…the way I see it, nothing’s really changed there. Now, there are only a few really good people left out there that I would die for and that includes you, Bobby, and Cass. If it were Lucifer and his demon puppets that Cass was with before he zapped us out of harm’s way, I would still go back in a heartbeat to help him, even if it meant risking my own life. Why won’t you do the same??”
Sam raked back his hair with one shaking hand. “It’s not that I’m scared of dying Dean, it’s not. Hell, I’ve technically died already anyway.” Dean nodded his agreement and Sam went on. “And yes, Cass is our friend, and yes he’s helped us out of a lot of tight scrapes over the past year, but I just can’t shake the feeling that going back is not what he would have wanted. He got us to safety for a reason Dean. He’s an angel and we are human. It takes a lot more to really hurt him than it does us. We need to stop Lucifer and we can’t do that if one or both of us is dead. We are a great team.”
Dean passed through the foyer and into the kitchen, taking a seat at its small wooden table. “Ok.”
In the doorway, Sam furrowed his brow. “Ok?”
“Ok” Dean repeated heavily. “Ok, maybe you’re right.”
Sam, looking appeased that Dean wasn’t fighting him further on this, dropped into the only remaining chair. “So what do we do now?”
“We finish our hunt for that dead girl’s spirit and then we get the hell out of dodge and stay at Bobby’s until we can come up with a plan to go after the devil. We don’t need any more surprise angel or demon visits.” Dean got to his feet and scanned their surroundings. “There are still kitchen supplies around so maybe there’s a map somewhere and we can figure out where we are.”
Sam leaned back in his chair. “Maybe we don’t need a map.”
“Did Zach scramble your brains back there or something Sammy? How else are we going to know where we are? Cass had his pick of the entire world…and even assuming he stuck with the United States like usual with the zapping deal, that’s still fifty states.”
Sam’s lips twitched into half a smile. “I’m aware of that Dean; I did go to college after all. What I meant was that I think I remember seeing a sign outside. Maybe it will tell us the city and state.”
Dean abandoned his search through the kitchen for a map, considering this new piece of information. “Well that would be convenient.”
The two brothers stepped back outside together and Sam immediately spotted the sign he had mentioned. “Dean, look. Over there.”
Dean glanced left and right to be sure they were still alone and then made a bee-line for the posting of their location; Sam followed closely. And there written in large script on a plain white board were the words:
“Welcome To The City Of Boston, Massachusetts.”
Sam and Dean swapped looks of bewilderment. Dean opened his mouth, thought about whatever he was going to say and then closed his mouth without saying it. He did this a few more times before any words escaped. “Now I didn’t go to college Sammy, so correct me if I’m wrong here, but…isn’t Boston supposed to be a big city?”
Sam, looking just as confused as Dean, couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the sign. “Uh, yeah…a city with a population of one million people…”
Dean slowly pivoted a complete 360 degrees, taking in the empty streets and abandoned buildings. “So where are they?”
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