FF Running With the Devil 18
Title:Running With the Devil
Author: Dark Wyldchilde (wyldchilde37@yahoo.com)
Rating: Let's err on the side of caution and go NC-17.
Setting: My Lock AU, starting with "Life on the Farm". While it started more traditional fan fic, this is the eighth in the series and most wonderfully has developed into it's own world, that just happens to be populated by characters from other series.
Summary: The soldiers of the Lock are coming to the understanding that the reason there isn't a plural for the word apocalypse is because it would devalue the concept, and the doomsdays that they have been facing have simply been warming them up.
Spoilers: While this IS it's own universe now I will freely draw upon Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, NCIS, the Executioner/Stonyman Farm and now Supernatural.
Disclaimers: This is a not for profit work of fanfic and is in no way a challenge to existing copyrights.
Wyld's Notes: I tried not to write this fic. Literally, I thought having three cannons in the same universe was pushing it (I count Buffy and Angel as one for obvious reasons), but when I tried to NOT write this my muse overruled me, and since people have been finding the other things she's encouraged me to write worth their time I figured I would share this as well.
Chapter 18.
Faith then froze. "Something's coming again."
Maggie was the one to comment on that. "Okay, that's the second time you've done that." Then their electronics stated fritzing out as they picked up another EMF spike. "And you picked it up before our sensors could! What are you psychic or something?"
"Or something." Was Faith's reply as the surge grew until it plucked Sam right out of their midst.
At first Dean started shouting for Sam, but then he turned to Faith. "Can you pick him up?"
Before Faith was able to reply they had to fall back and break up a fight between Harry and Ed over Ed catching Harry and Maggie kissing.
Pulling them back to the den Faith stood in the middle of the room and focused. "Okay, we have two gone, but I'm not picking up any thing of them sound or scent, but I'm also not picking up any scent of decay."
Dean was staring Faith in the eyes as he picked up her train of thought. "We know he had at least the three bodies we found toe tags for, and we've got all those people who went missing with out a sound, or sight, or smell."
She picked up the thought without missing a beat. "In the house of a Cold War nut."
Again, without pause Dean said two words. "Bomb Shelter."
To which her reply was as instant. "Basement!"
The pair quickly headed for the basement door with the four Ghostfacers in tow.
She let Dean be the one who explained as they walked. "Guys like Daggett back then, the ones who were really sacred of the Ruskies, they built bombs shelters and we're guessing he's got one, and I betcha it's in the basement."
As she, Dean and Spruce walked through the door suddenly slammed shut to separate them, and wouldn't be opened even when Faith brought her foot to the wooden door. "Damn it! That kinda hurt!"
Slipping next to her Dean yelled instructions to Ed. "Hey, Ed, listen to me. There's some salt in my duffel. Make a circle and get inside."
There was a slight pause before Ed's voice came back through the door. "...Inside your duffel bag? "
To which Dean shouted back. "In the salt, you idiot!"
Down in the basement Faith and Dean started searching as Spruce started asking Dean about when he overheard upstairs that Dean had only six months left. Spruce then asked if it was cancer, and Dean simply told him to "Shut up."
Faith scowled at the pair. "Both of you shut up! I hear music."
They were both concentrating to hear what Faith was hearing as she moved to a solid heavy looking metal cabinet and shoved the thing perhaps a little too quickly out of the way.
Which Spruce DID notice. "Super senses, could feel the ghosts coming, and you're REALLY strong. What are you a superhero or something?"
She didn't bother to look at him as she sized up the heavy metal door she had now revealed. "Yep, have a spandex costume and everything, but I only wear it on special occasions."
Dean tested the handle. "We survive this you think I can convince you to put that on?"
He didn't wait for an answer as he tested his weight against the door. It still took Faith adding some slayer strength to the push before the door finally opened to see the ghost of Freeman Daggett standing over Sam, who was strangely wearing a aged pointed party hat complete with elastic string, while holding a spike Dagget was ready to kill the younger Winchester with.
A blast of rock salt disrupted the spirit letting them go free Sam while Spruce recorded the various mummified corpses of Daggett's victims, and the fresh body of the fifth Ghostfacer Alan J Corbett.
Now freed Sam was able to fill in the blanks of how Daggett was Norman Bates, stuff your mother kind of lonely, and had stolen the bodies from the morgue to throw himself a birthday party. However when the bodies were the only ones who came he sealed them up in the bomb shelter, and went upstairs to OD on horse tranquilizers.
All of this having been learned because Daggett had told him.
Dean summarized the Morton house haunting with "Same song, different verse, trying to get people to come to his party."
Spruce asked about what Dean had shot Daggett with and Dean told his it was rock salt. Perhaps it was just Faith's nature now as a military commander, but she went with her urge to elaborate.
"You guys carry EMF so I'm guessing you know that ghosts draw upon ambient energy to effect the physical world. If you can tag their manifested effect with something like rock salt, which repels unnatural things, or cold iron like my baton here..." She telescoped her baton for effect "Which can ground out their energy you can force their current manifestation to dissipate."
She then turned to Sam and Dean. "Problem is that Daggett's got us pinned here, and even if we had something to torch his cadaver collection it would consume the available air and kill us."
That had Spruce interrupted. "You can't torch Corbett's body!"
Meeting his eyes over the camera. "If I could do it without killing us you damn well bet I could. Best way to honor your dead is taking as long as possible to join them... fuck we've got incoming!"
Instead of replying Spruce confirmed her impression and said his camera was getting another what he called "Ghost roll." right before Daggett appeared and tossed Spruce across the room.
Sam saved him by coming up and shooting Daggett with the double barrel he had gotten from Dean and again dispersing the ghosts manifested form.
As they got up and took stock of their surroundings Faith still had her baton out. "He didn't leave! I can still feel him!"
Her first impression of him manfiesting was when he tossed Dean into her and sent them both to the ground.
Sam too got shoved away as Daggett focused on Spruce, who summed it up eloquently. "This is bad, very bad."
Faith shoved Dean off her. "I'm picking up something else!"
Then all of a sudden they were looking at Corbett, looking much like he did in the room they had just found his body in.
He was in the same camouflage outfit, and bleeding from the neck wound Daggett had given him. He then charged at his killer, and the two seemed to grapple before the pair both disappeared into a vortex of light.
It was now several days later, several days past when they had first planned on continuing their trip to California, but the Ghostfacers had invited them to see the finished product and the Winchester brothers managed to convince Faith that they had a plan that wouldn't require her to steal their footage in the dead of night, or seize it by force.
So they had let her rent them rooms in a actual decent hotel rather then the road side motels the brothers were used to while they waited for the footage to be edited.
Though Faith did call Willow and had her keep an eye on their home systems to make sure the Ghostfacers didn't try to upload it before inviting them over to view the finished product.
Now as she watched the Ghostfacer's exploitative edit of their friends death the electromagnet that the brothers had let her smuggle in a olive bag carried over her shoulder on a strap didn't feel as satisfying as say having her blacksuits coming in with badges to confiscate the evidence, or even staging a mysterious fire that wouldn't get past the garage the Ghostfacers used as their office.
Still as they got up to leave there was a definite satisfaction was she hit the switch to get the magnet powering up. The resulting screams of outrage and despair they picked up as they piled into the Impala and headed off made her feel better.
Author: Dark Wyldchilde (wyldchilde37@yahoo.com)
Rating: Let's err on the side of caution and go NC-17.
Setting: My Lock AU, starting with "Life on the Farm". While it started more traditional fan fic, this is the eighth in the series and most wonderfully has developed into it's own world, that just happens to be populated by characters from other series.
Summary: The soldiers of the Lock are coming to the understanding that the reason there isn't a plural for the word apocalypse is because it would devalue the concept, and the doomsdays that they have been facing have simply been warming them up.
Spoilers: While this IS it's own universe now I will freely draw upon Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, NCIS, the Executioner/Stonyman Farm and now Supernatural.
Disclaimers: This is a not for profit work of fanfic and is in no way a challenge to existing copyrights.
Wyld's Notes: I tried not to write this fic. Literally, I thought having three cannons in the same universe was pushing it (I count Buffy and Angel as one for obvious reasons), but when I tried to NOT write this my muse overruled me, and since people have been finding the other things she's encouraged me to write worth their time I figured I would share this as well.
Chapter 18.
Faith then froze. "Something's coming again."
Maggie was the one to comment on that. "Okay, that's the second time you've done that." Then their electronics stated fritzing out as they picked up another EMF spike. "And you picked it up before our sensors could! What are you psychic or something?"
"Or something." Was Faith's reply as the surge grew until it plucked Sam right out of their midst.
At first Dean started shouting for Sam, but then he turned to Faith. "Can you pick him up?"
Before Faith was able to reply they had to fall back and break up a fight between Harry and Ed over Ed catching Harry and Maggie kissing.
Pulling them back to the den Faith stood in the middle of the room and focused. "Okay, we have two gone, but I'm not picking up any thing of them sound or scent, but I'm also not picking up any scent of decay."
Dean was staring Faith in the eyes as he picked up her train of thought. "We know he had at least the three bodies we found toe tags for, and we've got all those people who went missing with out a sound, or sight, or smell."
She picked up the thought without missing a beat. "In the house of a Cold War nut."
Again, without pause Dean said two words. "Bomb Shelter."
To which her reply was as instant. "Basement!"
The pair quickly headed for the basement door with the four Ghostfacers in tow.
She let Dean be the one who explained as they walked. "Guys like Daggett back then, the ones who were really sacred of the Ruskies, they built bombs shelters and we're guessing he's got one, and I betcha it's in the basement."
As she, Dean and Spruce walked through the door suddenly slammed shut to separate them, and wouldn't be opened even when Faith brought her foot to the wooden door. "Damn it! That kinda hurt!"
Slipping next to her Dean yelled instructions to Ed. "Hey, Ed, listen to me. There's some salt in my duffel. Make a circle and get inside."
There was a slight pause before Ed's voice came back through the door. "...Inside your duffel bag? "
To which Dean shouted back. "In the salt, you idiot!"
Down in the basement Faith and Dean started searching as Spruce started asking Dean about when he overheard upstairs that Dean had only six months left. Spruce then asked if it was cancer, and Dean simply told him to "Shut up."
Faith scowled at the pair. "Both of you shut up! I hear music."
They were both concentrating to hear what Faith was hearing as she moved to a solid heavy looking metal cabinet and shoved the thing perhaps a little too quickly out of the way.
Which Spruce DID notice. "Super senses, could feel the ghosts coming, and you're REALLY strong. What are you a superhero or something?"
She didn't bother to look at him as she sized up the heavy metal door she had now revealed. "Yep, have a spandex costume and everything, but I only wear it on special occasions."
Dean tested the handle. "We survive this you think I can convince you to put that on?"
He didn't wait for an answer as he tested his weight against the door. It still took Faith adding some slayer strength to the push before the door finally opened to see the ghost of Freeman Daggett standing over Sam, who was strangely wearing a aged pointed party hat complete with elastic string, while holding a spike Dagget was ready to kill the younger Winchester with.
A blast of rock salt disrupted the spirit letting them go free Sam while Spruce recorded the various mummified corpses of Daggett's victims, and the fresh body of the fifth Ghostfacer Alan J Corbett.
Now freed Sam was able to fill in the blanks of how Daggett was Norman Bates, stuff your mother kind of lonely, and had stolen the bodies from the morgue to throw himself a birthday party. However when the bodies were the only ones who came he sealed them up in the bomb shelter, and went upstairs to OD on horse tranquilizers.
All of this having been learned because Daggett had told him.
Dean summarized the Morton house haunting with "Same song, different verse, trying to get people to come to his party."
Spruce asked about what Dean had shot Daggett with and Dean told his it was rock salt. Perhaps it was just Faith's nature now as a military commander, but she went with her urge to elaborate.
"You guys carry EMF so I'm guessing you know that ghosts draw upon ambient energy to effect the physical world. If you can tag their manifested effect with something like rock salt, which repels unnatural things, or cold iron like my baton here..." She telescoped her baton for effect "Which can ground out their energy you can force their current manifestation to dissipate."
She then turned to Sam and Dean. "Problem is that Daggett's got us pinned here, and even if we had something to torch his cadaver collection it would consume the available air and kill us."
That had Spruce interrupted. "You can't torch Corbett's body!"
Meeting his eyes over the camera. "If I could do it without killing us you damn well bet I could. Best way to honor your dead is taking as long as possible to join them... fuck we've got incoming!"
Instead of replying Spruce confirmed her impression and said his camera was getting another what he called "Ghost roll." right before Daggett appeared and tossed Spruce across the room.
Sam saved him by coming up and shooting Daggett with the double barrel he had gotten from Dean and again dispersing the ghosts manifested form.
As they got up and took stock of their surroundings Faith still had her baton out. "He didn't leave! I can still feel him!"
Her first impression of him manfiesting was when he tossed Dean into her and sent them both to the ground.
Sam too got shoved away as Daggett focused on Spruce, who summed it up eloquently. "This is bad, very bad."
Faith shoved Dean off her. "I'm picking up something else!"
Then all of a sudden they were looking at Corbett, looking much like he did in the room they had just found his body in.
He was in the same camouflage outfit, and bleeding from the neck wound Daggett had given him. He then charged at his killer, and the two seemed to grapple before the pair both disappeared into a vortex of light.
It was now several days later, several days past when they had first planned on continuing their trip to California, but the Ghostfacers had invited them to see the finished product and the Winchester brothers managed to convince Faith that they had a plan that wouldn't require her to steal their footage in the dead of night, or seize it by force.
So they had let her rent them rooms in a actual decent hotel rather then the road side motels the brothers were used to while they waited for the footage to be edited.
Though Faith did call Willow and had her keep an eye on their home systems to make sure the Ghostfacers didn't try to upload it before inviting them over to view the finished product.
Now as she watched the Ghostfacer's exploitative edit of their friends death the electromagnet that the brothers had let her smuggle in a olive bag carried over her shoulder on a strap didn't feel as satisfying as say having her blacksuits coming in with badges to confiscate the evidence, or even staging a mysterious fire that wouldn't get past the garage the Ghostfacers used as their office.
Still as they got up to leave there was a definite satisfaction was she hit the switch to get the magnet powering up. The resulting screams of outrage and despair they picked up as they piled into the Impala and headed off made her feel better.