FF Running With the Devil 20
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 20.
While they had made some significant progress on their reports for the Lock neither Sam nor Dean had the patience, or even endurance, to just sit and write out their lives to date in a single sitting. They knew the even the edited version would probably take a week minimum.
Still the Lock was willing to give the Winchester brothers guest quarters, and when those guest quarters were in a facility that kept it's monster hunters in accommodations that would otherwise rank as five star while they devoted their considerable resources to A giving the Winchester brothers background into their lives that even they were unaware of, and B getting Dean out of his deal they were ready to stay.
So it was after several hours of working on their reports, and grabbing a meal in the mess hall, that both Sam and Dean thought should almost have a better name, the pair decided to take a walk to stretch their legs.
While the guy now commanding the control center, Riley Finn, had warned them that even with their presence on the Hellmouth creatures were still attracted to the energies the dimensional aperture put out. So he gave them a list of places their patrols would have already cleared by that time of night.
Knowing they were still out of their element the brothers had elected to stay to the cleared areas before getting some sleep in the provided quarters.
Or at least that had been the plan. They had initially saw Faith out walking with some blond chick they had assumed was Tara, but when they drew closer the both of them had recognized the vampire Lenore.
So Dean had shadowed the pair while Sam ran back to the Impala for some dead man's blood the brothers kept for just such an occasion.
Now with a knife coated in the substance in the hands of his brother Dean, Sam wasn't so sure. "Something's wrong here Dean." Was said in a soft voice.
Dean urgent whisper came back. "Yeah, like we were idiots to believe Lenore wasn't snacking on humans!"
Sam scowled as he whispered back. "No... I mean look at them Dean... look at Lenore. She's blond!"
That had Dean whispering right back. "And so was I for a brief period in the nineties!"
Briefly remembering the incident as what had led Dean to put Nair in Sam's shampoo back during their ill-fated prank war when they were younger Sam shook his head. "No! I mean look at her. She's got more color in her cheeks then you do!"
His brother rolled his eyes as he replied. "We'll maybe she's born with it, or maybe it's Maybelline."
Though all of the conversation had been in whispers Sam was obviously getting frustrated. "Yeah, then what about Faith? You think any monster could get that close to her without her permission?"
When Dean couldn't find an argument to that Sam continued. "And we know that this Lex has multiple partners maybe Faith and Tara have an open relationship and Lenore... just likes girls."
Dean paused, and got a noticeable grin at that. "Well then it's a good thing we're using dead man's blood rather then just trying to take her head off."
The conversation had distracted the pair, and when they looked back sure enough the pair had sat down on a bench where Lenore had her lips fastened to Faith's neck.
That had Dean charging as he finally stated. "Watch my back Sammy!"
Reaching the pair Dean was ready to sink the knife into Lenore's back, but as he drew close Faith looked up, first in surprise as she recognized him, then in shock as she saw the knife. He supposed she may have had other expressions, but Dean didn't get a chance to see them as she brought her foot up and planted it in Dean's chest with enough force to send him flying.
As his brother rolled to a stop Sam was able to take in the situation with more detail. Faith and Lenore were both standing now. Faith was obviously enraged with her H&K Mk 23 in a combat grip in both hands and pointed at Dean, and NO wound on her neck, just a hickey.
Lenore was touching the glancing knife wound on her shoulder and looking at Sam and Dean in shock while showing no signs of being effected by the dead man's blood, and no recognition of Sam or Dean.
Seeing Faith was quite ready to shoot his brother Sam put himself in between the two and quickly spoke to Dean. "The dead man's blood isn't working Dean!"
Speaking through clenched teeth Dean said back. "Give it a minute!"
Lenore looked at the wound on her shoulder. "Dead man's blood?"
Dean spoke louder. "Hah! You're feeling it now aren't you?"
Faith however was not to be ignored as she tried to step around Sam, and Sam moved to keep himself in the way. "What the FUCK Dean?"
It was looking more and more likely that Faith was becoming less concerned about which Winchester she shot as Lenore stepped closer and put a right hand on top of Faith's pistol, kissing the brunette's ear as she guided it down. "Darling, for some reason they thought I was a vampire, and I think they were trying to save you from me."
First Faith looked at Tara, then at Sam and Dean. "What the Hell? I look like a Bella?"
That got the blond woman to smile and say. "More then Buffy did."
Which made the two women laugh softly.
Kicking himself Sam went ahead and said it. "Tara?"
The blond smiled. "Tara Maclay, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."
That the woman actually seemed sincere despite the fact that Dean had just tried to stab her surprised them.
It had been a day full of surprises for the Winchester boys. That the day ended in the medical bay was perhaps the one unsurprising thing about it in retrospect.
As Dean's ribs were being taped by a Doctor Mallard, Nurse Cameron Baum was cleaning and bandaging Tara's arm.
That the sexy nurse smiled as the guys introduced themselves told them she had to have been the one who had been in bed with Lex during their conference call.
Something that had inspired yet another large grin from Dean. Actually leaving Sam worried Dean might sprain something with all the smiling... as well as really, REALLY glad they had gotten separate rooms, even as he SWORE not to get close enough the wall separating them to hear anything.
He was more focused on explaining what happened, and Doctor Mallard, or Ducky has he had offered was quite interested. "So this vampire looked exactly like Tara?"
Grimacing as the elderly Doctor tightened the taping on Dean's midsection Dean added. "Paler, lot paler, with brown hair, but otherwise IDENTICAL."
"Fascinating." Was Ducky's reply.
Off where Tara was getting her arm taken care of she was speaking strictly, but quietly to Faith and Faith was arguing right back at a similar volume. Eventually Tara seemed to win as Faith slumped her shoulders and walked over. "Okay, I fractured one of your ribs, and you tried to stab my girlfriend... even?"
Considering that if Faith hadn't kicked him the knife would have hit an area that could have REALLY hurt a mortal Dean couldn't be angry and nodded.
With that taken care of Faith had another question. "You were using dead man blood. So I'm guessing this Lenore is an old blood vampire rather then demon blood?"
Blinking several times Dean looked ready to contradict Faith, but then realized a vampire slayer would know her vampires. "So you actually have seen demon blood vampires? We always thought they were myths."
The brunette shook her head as she jumped up to sit on a examination bed while Tara moved over to sit next to her, but in Tara's case Faith picked her up and put Tara beside her while answering. "They're like damn cockroaches here on the Hellmouth, and you can never get them all, especially since all it takes is missing just one."
Sam was actually quite interested as after he learned what Azazel had did to him he had taken a keen interest in demon's blood and it's properties.
In the case of demon blood versus old blood vampires they has started as what Sam would recognize as an old blood vampire, second set of shark like teeth, didn't like the day, but was able to stand it, and could only be killed by beheading.
Long ago, like prehistory long ago, one of those vampires fed on a human possessed by a demon, and found they really, really liked the blood.
It was said that the vampire eventually would only drink demon blood, and passed the taste for it on to it's offspring. Much like with Sam and the others of "Azazel's Kids" it started to cause changes.
Soon they couldn't stand the light of day at all, and while beheading still killed them wooden stakes through the heart also became a way to finish them off.
Even the original simple second set of teeth was replaced by a demonic visage that reflected millennium worth of drinking demonic essence.
Of course there were benefits as well. The demon bloods were stronger, faster, tougher, immune to dead man's blood, and even more ruthless then their kin.
A ruthlessness that only grew as the demon blood vampires developed the ability to pass their demon blood abilities to their offspring without fresh demon blood ever entering the picture.
It actually had Sam worrying if he could pass on Azazel's blood as Ducky's autopsy of Jake had already revealed that Jake's body had traces that matched up with the blood taken from the body that Azazel had died in. Which must have meant that by making Sam drink his blood as a baby Sam's body was able to start producing the blood naturally.
The thought made his head spin and his stomach churn, and it was only made worse when they had first gotten there and another Doctor, Samantha Finn, the wife of the guy in the command center, had asked Sam for a blood sample.
Like most of what the Lock seemed ready to show them he dreaded what they would uncover even as he knew he had to know.
Remembering what he knew of demon bloods was able to distract him, but the lore seemed to peter out that the demon bloods decided they didn't like being thought of as an off shoot so they had taken it upon themselves to eradicate their predecessors.
While hunters had been a definite part of pushing the old blood vampires to near-extinction their demon blood kin had been the larger part.
Now Sam had come to find out that the demon blood vampires were real, and the reason that they were thought of as myths was because they assimilated into human culture.
They still killed of course, but they quickly became experts in learning how to kill those who wouldn't be missed, and how to simply take advantage of human apathy to basically let humanity think it was higher on the food chain then they really were.
Tara however was more interested in her undead double. "But you said they don't kill humans?"
Dean was the one to answer. "Well THEY said they don't kill humans... and we believed them. Why?"
Tara continued. "Well we are constantly trying to establish friendly contact with non-hostile supernatural entities..."
Dean interrupted, his voice loud. "What? You want to make friends with those things!"
Faith interrupted. just as loud. "Dean! Rule around here is we don't care what you are, we care what you do. These guys want to stay on the wagon we'll be damn good and ready to play sponsor."
Seeing Dean scowl Faith softened her voice. "Look, I'm guessing you were brought up to hate them, and I can get why. Just remember though, Lex found your Dad in the circle of Wrath. If that doesn't help though just look at it strategically, every battle puts you at risk of injury or death. If making sure a pack of old bloods can get their fill of cow or pig blood can keep my people from avoiding a fight I'm totally behind that."
Even though Dean was quite good at arguing, or at least very enthusiastic about it he didn't seem able to find an argument to justify risking her soldiers lives unnecessarily.
So Tara was the one to comment. "I'm proud of you Sweetie."
"Huh?" Was Faith's reply.
Tara then clarified. "I'm proud you for being able to be sensitive to Dean's feelings on the matter."
Faith gave a pained expression. "Honey, I'm trying to be serious here."
To which Tara nodded. "I know. I'm just proud of you."
The pained expression grew. "Tara!"
Tara's next words came after a deliberate pause, and showed that she must be feeling that the situation was serious enough, and needed to be lightened. "I'm making you girrrrly!" Was said in a sing song voice.
The tone of Faith's reply was something she would later passionately swear was not whiny. "Taaara!"
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 20.
While they had made some significant progress on their reports for the Lock neither Sam nor Dean had the patience, or even endurance, to just sit and write out their lives to date in a single sitting. They knew the even the edited version would probably take a week minimum.
Still the Lock was willing to give the Winchester brothers guest quarters, and when those guest quarters were in a facility that kept it's monster hunters in accommodations that would otherwise rank as five star while they devoted their considerable resources to A giving the Winchester brothers background into their lives that even they were unaware of, and B getting Dean out of his deal they were ready to stay.
So it was after several hours of working on their reports, and grabbing a meal in the mess hall, that both Sam and Dean thought should almost have a better name, the pair decided to take a walk to stretch their legs.
While the guy now commanding the control center, Riley Finn, had warned them that even with their presence on the Hellmouth creatures were still attracted to the energies the dimensional aperture put out. So he gave them a list of places their patrols would have already cleared by that time of night.
Knowing they were still out of their element the brothers had elected to stay to the cleared areas before getting some sleep in the provided quarters.
Or at least that had been the plan. They had initially saw Faith out walking with some blond chick they had assumed was Tara, but when they drew closer the both of them had recognized the vampire Lenore.
So Dean had shadowed the pair while Sam ran back to the Impala for some dead man's blood the brothers kept for just such an occasion.
Now with a knife coated in the substance in the hands of his brother Dean, Sam wasn't so sure. "Something's wrong here Dean." Was said in a soft voice.
Dean urgent whisper came back. "Yeah, like we were idiots to believe Lenore wasn't snacking on humans!"
Sam scowled as he whispered back. "No... I mean look at them Dean... look at Lenore. She's blond!"
That had Dean whispering right back. "And so was I for a brief period in the nineties!"
Briefly remembering the incident as what had led Dean to put Nair in Sam's shampoo back during their ill-fated prank war when they were younger Sam shook his head. "No! I mean look at her. She's got more color in her cheeks then you do!"
His brother rolled his eyes as he replied. "We'll maybe she's born with it, or maybe it's Maybelline."
Though all of the conversation had been in whispers Sam was obviously getting frustrated. "Yeah, then what about Faith? You think any monster could get that close to her without her permission?"
When Dean couldn't find an argument to that Sam continued. "And we know that this Lex has multiple partners maybe Faith and Tara have an open relationship and Lenore... just likes girls."
Dean paused, and got a noticeable grin at that. "Well then it's a good thing we're using dead man's blood rather then just trying to take her head off."
The conversation had distracted the pair, and when they looked back sure enough the pair had sat down on a bench where Lenore had her lips fastened to Faith's neck.
That had Dean charging as he finally stated. "Watch my back Sammy!"
Reaching the pair Dean was ready to sink the knife into Lenore's back, but as he drew close Faith looked up, first in surprise as she recognized him, then in shock as she saw the knife. He supposed she may have had other expressions, but Dean didn't get a chance to see them as she brought her foot up and planted it in Dean's chest with enough force to send him flying.
As his brother rolled to a stop Sam was able to take in the situation with more detail. Faith and Lenore were both standing now. Faith was obviously enraged with her H&K Mk 23 in a combat grip in both hands and pointed at Dean, and NO wound on her neck, just a hickey.
Lenore was touching the glancing knife wound on her shoulder and looking at Sam and Dean in shock while showing no signs of being effected by the dead man's blood, and no recognition of Sam or Dean.
Seeing Faith was quite ready to shoot his brother Sam put himself in between the two and quickly spoke to Dean. "The dead man's blood isn't working Dean!"
Speaking through clenched teeth Dean said back. "Give it a minute!"
Lenore looked at the wound on her shoulder. "Dead man's blood?"
Dean spoke louder. "Hah! You're feeling it now aren't you?"
Faith however was not to be ignored as she tried to step around Sam, and Sam moved to keep himself in the way. "What the FUCK Dean?"
It was looking more and more likely that Faith was becoming less concerned about which Winchester she shot as Lenore stepped closer and put a right hand on top of Faith's pistol, kissing the brunette's ear as she guided it down. "Darling, for some reason they thought I was a vampire, and I think they were trying to save you from me."
First Faith looked at Tara, then at Sam and Dean. "What the Hell? I look like a Bella?"
That got the blond woman to smile and say. "More then Buffy did."
Which made the two women laugh softly.
Kicking himself Sam went ahead and said it. "Tara?"
The blond smiled. "Tara Maclay, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."
That the woman actually seemed sincere despite the fact that Dean had just tried to stab her surprised them.
It had been a day full of surprises for the Winchester boys. That the day ended in the medical bay was perhaps the one unsurprising thing about it in retrospect.
As Dean's ribs were being taped by a Doctor Mallard, Nurse Cameron Baum was cleaning and bandaging Tara's arm.
That the sexy nurse smiled as the guys introduced themselves told them she had to have been the one who had been in bed with Lex during their conference call.
Something that had inspired yet another large grin from Dean. Actually leaving Sam worried Dean might sprain something with all the smiling... as well as really, REALLY glad they had gotten separate rooms, even as he SWORE not to get close enough the wall separating them to hear anything.
He was more focused on explaining what happened, and Doctor Mallard, or Ducky has he had offered was quite interested. "So this vampire looked exactly like Tara?"
Grimacing as the elderly Doctor tightened the taping on Dean's midsection Dean added. "Paler, lot paler, with brown hair, but otherwise IDENTICAL."
"Fascinating." Was Ducky's reply.
Off where Tara was getting her arm taken care of she was speaking strictly, but quietly to Faith and Faith was arguing right back at a similar volume. Eventually Tara seemed to win as Faith slumped her shoulders and walked over. "Okay, I fractured one of your ribs, and you tried to stab my girlfriend... even?"
Considering that if Faith hadn't kicked him the knife would have hit an area that could have REALLY hurt a mortal Dean couldn't be angry and nodded.
With that taken care of Faith had another question. "You were using dead man blood. So I'm guessing this Lenore is an old blood vampire rather then demon blood?"
Blinking several times Dean looked ready to contradict Faith, but then realized a vampire slayer would know her vampires. "So you actually have seen demon blood vampires? We always thought they were myths."
The brunette shook her head as she jumped up to sit on a examination bed while Tara moved over to sit next to her, but in Tara's case Faith picked her up and put Tara beside her while answering. "They're like damn cockroaches here on the Hellmouth, and you can never get them all, especially since all it takes is missing just one."
Sam was actually quite interested as after he learned what Azazel had did to him he had taken a keen interest in demon's blood and it's properties.
In the case of demon blood versus old blood vampires they has started as what Sam would recognize as an old blood vampire, second set of shark like teeth, didn't like the day, but was able to stand it, and could only be killed by beheading.
Long ago, like prehistory long ago, one of those vampires fed on a human possessed by a demon, and found they really, really liked the blood.
It was said that the vampire eventually would only drink demon blood, and passed the taste for it on to it's offspring. Much like with Sam and the others of "Azazel's Kids" it started to cause changes.
Soon they couldn't stand the light of day at all, and while beheading still killed them wooden stakes through the heart also became a way to finish them off.
Even the original simple second set of teeth was replaced by a demonic visage that reflected millennium worth of drinking demonic essence.
Of course there were benefits as well. The demon bloods were stronger, faster, tougher, immune to dead man's blood, and even more ruthless then their kin.
A ruthlessness that only grew as the demon blood vampires developed the ability to pass their demon blood abilities to their offspring without fresh demon blood ever entering the picture.
It actually had Sam worrying if he could pass on Azazel's blood as Ducky's autopsy of Jake had already revealed that Jake's body had traces that matched up with the blood taken from the body that Azazel had died in. Which must have meant that by making Sam drink his blood as a baby Sam's body was able to start producing the blood naturally.
The thought made his head spin and his stomach churn, and it was only made worse when they had first gotten there and another Doctor, Samantha Finn, the wife of the guy in the command center, had asked Sam for a blood sample.
Like most of what the Lock seemed ready to show them he dreaded what they would uncover even as he knew he had to know.
Remembering what he knew of demon bloods was able to distract him, but the lore seemed to peter out that the demon bloods decided they didn't like being thought of as an off shoot so they had taken it upon themselves to eradicate their predecessors.
While hunters had been a definite part of pushing the old blood vampires to near-extinction their demon blood kin had been the larger part.
Now Sam had come to find out that the demon blood vampires were real, and the reason that they were thought of as myths was because they assimilated into human culture.
They still killed of course, but they quickly became experts in learning how to kill those who wouldn't be missed, and how to simply take advantage of human apathy to basically let humanity think it was higher on the food chain then they really were.
Tara however was more interested in her undead double. "But you said they don't kill humans?"
Dean was the one to answer. "Well THEY said they don't kill humans... and we believed them. Why?"
Tara continued. "Well we are constantly trying to establish friendly contact with non-hostile supernatural entities..."
Dean interrupted, his voice loud. "What? You want to make friends with those things!"
Faith interrupted. just as loud. "Dean! Rule around here is we don't care what you are, we care what you do. These guys want to stay on the wagon we'll be damn good and ready to play sponsor."
Seeing Dean scowl Faith softened her voice. "Look, I'm guessing you were brought up to hate them, and I can get why. Just remember though, Lex found your Dad in the circle of Wrath. If that doesn't help though just look at it strategically, every battle puts you at risk of injury or death. If making sure a pack of old bloods can get their fill of cow or pig blood can keep my people from avoiding a fight I'm totally behind that."
Even though Dean was quite good at arguing, or at least very enthusiastic about it he didn't seem able to find an argument to justify risking her soldiers lives unnecessarily.
So Tara was the one to comment. "I'm proud of you Sweetie."
"Huh?" Was Faith's reply.
Tara then clarified. "I'm proud you for being able to be sensitive to Dean's feelings on the matter."
Faith gave a pained expression. "Honey, I'm trying to be serious here."
To which Tara nodded. "I know. I'm just proud of you."
The pained expression grew. "Tara!"
Tara's next words came after a deliberate pause, and showed that she must be feeling that the situation was serious enough, and needed to be lightened. "I'm making you girrrrly!" Was said in a sing song voice.
The tone of Faith's reply was something she would later passionately swear was not whiny. "Taaara!"