"Deadman's Switch" (Five Ways that Devil's Trap Didn't Happen series)
Title: "Deadman's Switch:" Five Ways that “Devil’s Trap” Didn’t Happen, 1/5
Rating: PG
Category: Gen
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None, really.
Warnings: Under the cut.
Author's Notes: This is the first in a series on Five Ways that “Devil’s Trap” Didn’t Happen (or, given the non-specificity of this one, Four Ways that “Devil’s Trap” Didn’t Happen, Plus Another Demonic Possession that Ended Badly for the Winchesters). The other installments can be found here.
Generic warning on all of my fics: A minority of my stories contain character death. For artistic reasons, I prefer not to disclose it in the headers. If you will not read a story unless you know whether one of the Winchester brothers dies, click here for the spoiler.
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The demon in Dean’s shell prowled around him, enraged enough to ignore the storm howling above as it probed at Sam’s mind for an opening. He kept up his protective chant as he made a show of resisting, then staggering as if it'd hit a weakness. With a shriek of victory it leapt from Dean to him, swirling into him, violating him, polluting him.
The last thing Sam saw was his brother’s shocked face as the demon silenced his chant, and he hoped like hell God could distinguish his soul from its as the dead silence called down the lightning.
Rating: PG
Category: Gen
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None, really.
Warnings: Under the cut.
Author's Notes: This is the first in a series on Five Ways that “Devil’s Trap” Didn’t Happen (or, given the non-specificity of this one, Four Ways that “Devil’s Trap” Didn’t Happen, Plus Another Demonic Possession that Ended Badly for the Winchesters). The other installments can be found here.
Generic warning on all of my fics: A minority of my stories contain character death. For artistic reasons, I prefer not to disclose it in the headers. If you will not read a story unless you know whether one of the Winchester brothers dies, click here for the spoiler.
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The demon in Dean’s shell prowled around him, enraged enough to ignore the storm howling above as it probed at Sam’s mind for an opening. He kept up his protective chant as he made a show of resisting, then staggering as if it'd hit a weakness. With a shriek of victory it leapt from Dean to him, swirling into him, violating him, polluting him.
The last thing Sam saw was his brother’s shocked face as the demon silenced his chant, and he hoped like hell God could distinguish his soul from its as the dead silence called down the lightning.