FF Running With the Devil 26
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 26.
Screams filled the air in the small ramshackle cabin where Faith was staying with Sam and Dean, but she did nothing.
She did nothing because the one screaming was the demon trapped inside the body of an African-American male that the brothers were torturing for information on Dean's contract.
All she could do was watch, because ever since she had tortured Wesley to try to get Angel to kill her she had lost any and all taste for cruelty she may have had, and despite the violent life she lived she had never had much anyway.
"I want a name!" Was said by Dean Winchester as he leaned in over the man strapped to a chair inside a Devil's Trap painted on the floor.
"Or what? You're going to squirt your holy water in both ends?" Was the demon's reply. "Please! Brother, that's a flea bite compared to what's coming to me if I tell you jack. Do what you want, the one thing I'm scared of is the demon holding your ticket."
That was the trick for Faith. While she had personal issues over straight up torture she knew interrogation wasn't just a matter of beating, cutting or burning the answers out of a person, but rather creating the conditions where they would want to tell you what you want to know.
It was with the in mind she picked up one of the sturdier looking wooden chairs, and stepped between the Winchesters to set it backwards facing the demon before she straddled it to sit on it.
Sam and Dean looked confused, but stepped aside as the demon smiled. "All right! You, you can do what you want to me, and I won't even ask for a safe word."
That just had her shaking her head, and speaking softly, but with a warmth that her "Slayer" register didn't have. "If you don't know who I am then we're wasting our time and I'll have Sammy here whisper sweet Latin nothings, and we'll look for someone higher up on the totem pole."
"I know who you are!" Was the demon's growled reply.
"Then say it." Was again soft, warm, but somehow cruel.
The moment stretched until the demon reluctantly spoke. "Faith, the founder of the modern slayer line."
"Good, you need to know who I am, and what I am capable of when I say I want to make a deal." Was said by Faith as she rested her elbows on the back of the chair and laced her hands to rest her chin on them.
"Done! Your soul for the name of the demon holding Dean's contract!"
She actually laughed, in that same soft, cruel tone. "Not quite. My deal is this, imprisonment. You know me, then you know I've got the world's last Detton on my payroll. She's got the Goetia down pat, and could make you a nice comfy little vessel in which to while away the next millennia or so. You'll be hidden away, as secure as I can make you, because I WILL try to keep you contained as long as I can manage, but they won't send you back to Hell, and this demon you are so afraid of would have to find you in one of my vaults first. You give us a name, I give you a way out of the game."
The demon's eyes narrowed. "Never saw you as the good cop."
Her smile was malicious. "Neither did I, but make no mistake. While I'll hide you I'll be the one hiding you. I find out you fed me bad intel your soul would be back in Hell with a note pinned to it that you talked, but I keep my word, you talk, and you'll be protected."
To the brother's surprise the demon actually seemed to be considering it before he looked up. "No. Don't get me wrong, I'm guessing your Detton gave you lessons on the art of the deal, but demon memories last longer then any vessel could hold me, and I don't think you'll win so that would still mean I'd have... Hell to pay."
Looking closer she could see the truth, he wouldn't break, the fear of this unknown demon was greater then anything they could do to him.
It's said that everyone has their breaking point, it had been a part of Faith's training in resisting interrogation, but she knew that it was different for all people.
While her Agent Ziva David had been tortured for months out in the desert without breaking Faith was pretty sure that if Abby was brought in and tortured in front of her Ziva would crack fairly quickly.
Though this demon might have something that could make him crack they didn't have the time to find it.
That was the problem, that was why they were desperate enough to take up this tactic, they were down to three weeks before Dean's deal would come due.
Though Lex didn't really have it in her to give up Faith knew the woman enough to know when she had reached the point of going through the motions. The reason she had reached the point had been expressed to Faith as Dean got what he wanted, and he still wants it, he just doesn't want to pay for it. Which was the inescapable truth of it. Dean wanted Sam alive, Sam's alive, now three weeks away from the bill coming due Dean's out to welsh on his end.
She was still going to do everything to help him, the whole Lock was, but every mystic, karmic rule and concept was coming down on the demon's side.
It was why she was traveling with them again. While she didn't see herself as having much chance of fighting off all the hell hounds that would come for Dean's soul at the appointed time, as the hell hounds actually sent out by Hell were invisible to all but those they came for, she knew that between slayer muscle and Lock clout she would be able to help them use every possible moment of Dean's last three weeks to try to find a solution.
Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus
Sam Winchester had started reciting the exorcism, and the demon's pained response was immediate.
"How's that feel? Does that feel good?" It was unsurprising that Dean was the lead interrogator.
"Go ahead, send me back to Hell." Was what the demon said when Sam stopped long enough for the demon to stop shouting. "Cause when you get there I'll be waiting for you with a few pals who are dying for a nice little meet and greet with Dean Winchester."
At that the demon started laughing while Sam said "Should I?"
Dean replied. "Send him some place where he can't hurt anyone else."
Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio
infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,
omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.
Ergo draco maledicte
et omnis legio diabolica
adjuramus te.
Cessa decipere humanas creaturas,
eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare.
Vade, Satana, inventor et magister
omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis.
Humiliare sub potenti manu dei,
contremisce et effuge, invocato a
nobis sancto et terribili nomine,
quem inferi tremunt.
Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine.
Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire
te rogamus, audi nos.
Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae humiliare digneris,
te rogamus, audi nos.
Terribilis Deus de sanctuario suo.
Deus Israhel ipse truderit virtutem
et fortitudinem plebi Suae.
Benedictus deus. Gloria patri.
The demon's screams throughout the exorcism didn't phase Faith as they were actually getting something done about the creature. Unfortunately the demon possessing the man had put enough strain on the body that the by the time it was cast out the body had expired.
Faith took a fingerprint card and got the prints of the corpse. They might not have been able to save his life, but with the Lock's resources they could at least make sure that no family was out there wondering where their loved one had vanished to.
Of course they couldn't tell them the whole story, but they wold concoct a lie that would give closure to those that wouldn't have any if they just buried him in the woods surrounding the cabin they were now in.
The body was now wrapped in a tarp outside waiting for retrieval by some of her people while Sam was trying to find some high ground to get a signal strong enough to transmit the finger prints to Willow for identification.
She was alone with Dean in the living room in the cabin when he looked to her. "Why do I get the feeling you're biting down an 'I told you so?"
Faith shook her head. "No, not really. I've just been trained enough to know that getting intel via torture is sketchy at best, and that's on humans. Quite often they will just make shit up to make the hurting stop."
Dean finished the thought for her. "And demon's are experts at lying and have had Hell itself to build up their pain tolerance. Did you think imprisonment would have worked any better?"
"Another avenue. You can break just about anybody give enough time..."
He went ahead and interrupted. "But we don't have the time."
She frowned. "Dean..."
He had started to pace. "What? Huh? What can you say in this sort of situation? I'm going to Hell, and eventually once he and his buddies are through with me they'll turn me into one of them!"
There wasn't much she could say, but she was still trying to find it when Dean stepped close, grabbing her and pulling Faith into a kiss.
At first there was plain old shock as her reflexes didn't register Dean as a threat so they hadn't kicked in to kick him across the room. Then, for a brief moment there was Dean, strong callused hands, muscled chest and arms, and a nice manly scent, then she felt his tongue.
Faith then pushed him back, not with full slayer strength as he would have crashed into the wall, but enough to send him back several steps.
Her hand rubbed across her kiss swollen lips as she shook her head.
"No Dean, just, just no."
Dean took one step closer. "Come on! You telling me there is nothing here?"
A long inhale was followed by a long exhale. "No Dean, I can admit I have feelings for you. Real feelings, and for me that's pretty fucking amazing because while guy friends are friends who happen to be guys I've always viewed guys as fairly disposable."
He took another step closer, and she held up a hand to keep him back. "But I LOVE Tara. Dean I love Tara in ways I didn't think were possible, and if I was willing to admit that kind of love was possible I damn sure didn't think I was capable of loving someone like that."
Her voice softened, seemed to glow, and as it did Dean could only slump his shoulders. "She taught me otherwise, she taught me that kind of love was real, she taught me that I could love someone that way. Dean, I like you, I like you a lot, but I love her, and I will never do anything I know could hurt her. I'm sorry."
"You're sorry you're in love?" Was all he could say.
She shook her head sadly. "I'm sorry I can't love you like that. I'm sorry I can't be that for you."
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 26.
Screams filled the air in the small ramshackle cabin where Faith was staying with Sam and Dean, but she did nothing.
She did nothing because the one screaming was the demon trapped inside the body of an African-American male that the brothers were torturing for information on Dean's contract.
All she could do was watch, because ever since she had tortured Wesley to try to get Angel to kill her she had lost any and all taste for cruelty she may have had, and despite the violent life she lived she had never had much anyway.
"I want a name!" Was said by Dean Winchester as he leaned in over the man strapped to a chair inside a Devil's Trap painted on the floor.
"Or what? You're going to squirt your holy water in both ends?" Was the demon's reply. "Please! Brother, that's a flea bite compared to what's coming to me if I tell you jack. Do what you want, the one thing I'm scared of is the demon holding your ticket."
That was the trick for Faith. While she had personal issues over straight up torture she knew interrogation wasn't just a matter of beating, cutting or burning the answers out of a person, but rather creating the conditions where they would want to tell you what you want to know.
It was with the in mind she picked up one of the sturdier looking wooden chairs, and stepped between the Winchesters to set it backwards facing the demon before she straddled it to sit on it.
Sam and Dean looked confused, but stepped aside as the demon smiled. "All right! You, you can do what you want to me, and I won't even ask for a safe word."
That just had her shaking her head, and speaking softly, but with a warmth that her "Slayer" register didn't have. "If you don't know who I am then we're wasting our time and I'll have Sammy here whisper sweet Latin nothings, and we'll look for someone higher up on the totem pole."
"I know who you are!" Was the demon's growled reply.
"Then say it." Was again soft, warm, but somehow cruel.
The moment stretched until the demon reluctantly spoke. "Faith, the founder of the modern slayer line."
"Good, you need to know who I am, and what I am capable of when I say I want to make a deal." Was said by Faith as she rested her elbows on the back of the chair and laced her hands to rest her chin on them.
"Done! Your soul for the name of the demon holding Dean's contract!"
She actually laughed, in that same soft, cruel tone. "Not quite. My deal is this, imprisonment. You know me, then you know I've got the world's last Detton on my payroll. She's got the Goetia down pat, and could make you a nice comfy little vessel in which to while away the next millennia or so. You'll be hidden away, as secure as I can make you, because I WILL try to keep you contained as long as I can manage, but they won't send you back to Hell, and this demon you are so afraid of would have to find you in one of my vaults first. You give us a name, I give you a way out of the game."
The demon's eyes narrowed. "Never saw you as the good cop."
Her smile was malicious. "Neither did I, but make no mistake. While I'll hide you I'll be the one hiding you. I find out you fed me bad intel your soul would be back in Hell with a note pinned to it that you talked, but I keep my word, you talk, and you'll be protected."
To the brother's surprise the demon actually seemed to be considering it before he looked up. "No. Don't get me wrong, I'm guessing your Detton gave you lessons on the art of the deal, but demon memories last longer then any vessel could hold me, and I don't think you'll win so that would still mean I'd have... Hell to pay."
Looking closer she could see the truth, he wouldn't break, the fear of this unknown demon was greater then anything they could do to him.
It's said that everyone has their breaking point, it had been a part of Faith's training in resisting interrogation, but she knew that it was different for all people.
While her Agent Ziva David had been tortured for months out in the desert without breaking Faith was pretty sure that if Abby was brought in and tortured in front of her Ziva would crack fairly quickly.
Though this demon might have something that could make him crack they didn't have the time to find it.
That was the problem, that was why they were desperate enough to take up this tactic, they were down to three weeks before Dean's deal would come due.
Though Lex didn't really have it in her to give up Faith knew the woman enough to know when she had reached the point of going through the motions. The reason she had reached the point had been expressed to Faith as Dean got what he wanted, and he still wants it, he just doesn't want to pay for it. Which was the inescapable truth of it. Dean wanted Sam alive, Sam's alive, now three weeks away from the bill coming due Dean's out to welsh on his end.
She was still going to do everything to help him, the whole Lock was, but every mystic, karmic rule and concept was coming down on the demon's side.
It was why she was traveling with them again. While she didn't see herself as having much chance of fighting off all the hell hounds that would come for Dean's soul at the appointed time, as the hell hounds actually sent out by Hell were invisible to all but those they came for, she knew that between slayer muscle and Lock clout she would be able to help them use every possible moment of Dean's last three weeks to try to find a solution.
Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus
Sam Winchester had started reciting the exorcism, and the demon's pained response was immediate.
"How's that feel? Does that feel good?" It was unsurprising that Dean was the lead interrogator.
"Go ahead, send me back to Hell." Was what the demon said when Sam stopped long enough for the demon to stop shouting. "Cause when you get there I'll be waiting for you with a few pals who are dying for a nice little meet and greet with Dean Winchester."
At that the demon started laughing while Sam said "Should I?"
Dean replied. "Send him some place where he can't hurt anyone else."
Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio
infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,
omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.
Ergo draco maledicte
et omnis legio diabolica
adjuramus te.
Cessa decipere humanas creaturas,
eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare.
Vade, Satana, inventor et magister
omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis.
Humiliare sub potenti manu dei,
contremisce et effuge, invocato a
nobis sancto et terribili nomine,
quem inferi tremunt.
Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine.
Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire
te rogamus, audi nos.
Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae humiliare digneris,
te rogamus, audi nos.
Terribilis Deus de sanctuario suo.
Deus Israhel ipse truderit virtutem
et fortitudinem plebi Suae.
Benedictus deus. Gloria patri.
The demon's screams throughout the exorcism didn't phase Faith as they were actually getting something done about the creature. Unfortunately the demon possessing the man had put enough strain on the body that the by the time it was cast out the body had expired.
Faith took a fingerprint card and got the prints of the corpse. They might not have been able to save his life, but with the Lock's resources they could at least make sure that no family was out there wondering where their loved one had vanished to.
Of course they couldn't tell them the whole story, but they wold concoct a lie that would give closure to those that wouldn't have any if they just buried him in the woods surrounding the cabin they were now in.
The body was now wrapped in a tarp outside waiting for retrieval by some of her people while Sam was trying to find some high ground to get a signal strong enough to transmit the finger prints to Willow for identification.
She was alone with Dean in the living room in the cabin when he looked to her. "Why do I get the feeling you're biting down an 'I told you so?"
Faith shook her head. "No, not really. I've just been trained enough to know that getting intel via torture is sketchy at best, and that's on humans. Quite often they will just make shit up to make the hurting stop."
Dean finished the thought for her. "And demon's are experts at lying and have had Hell itself to build up their pain tolerance. Did you think imprisonment would have worked any better?"
"Another avenue. You can break just about anybody give enough time..."
He went ahead and interrupted. "But we don't have the time."
She frowned. "Dean..."
He had started to pace. "What? Huh? What can you say in this sort of situation? I'm going to Hell, and eventually once he and his buddies are through with me they'll turn me into one of them!"
There wasn't much she could say, but she was still trying to find it when Dean stepped close, grabbing her and pulling Faith into a kiss.
At first there was plain old shock as her reflexes didn't register Dean as a threat so they hadn't kicked in to kick him across the room. Then, for a brief moment there was Dean, strong callused hands, muscled chest and arms, and a nice manly scent, then she felt his tongue.
Faith then pushed him back, not with full slayer strength as he would have crashed into the wall, but enough to send him back several steps.
Her hand rubbed across her kiss swollen lips as she shook her head.
"No Dean, just, just no."
Dean took one step closer. "Come on! You telling me there is nothing here?"
A long inhale was followed by a long exhale. "No Dean, I can admit I have feelings for you. Real feelings, and for me that's pretty fucking amazing because while guy friends are friends who happen to be guys I've always viewed guys as fairly disposable."
He took another step closer, and she held up a hand to keep him back. "But I LOVE Tara. Dean I love Tara in ways I didn't think were possible, and if I was willing to admit that kind of love was possible I damn sure didn't think I was capable of loving someone like that."
Her voice softened, seemed to glow, and as it did Dean could only slump his shoulders. "She taught me otherwise, she taught me that kind of love was real, she taught me that I could love someone that way. Dean, I like you, I like you a lot, but I love her, and I will never do anything I know could hurt her. I'm sorry."
"You're sorry you're in love?" Was all he could say.
She shook her head sadly. "I'm sorry I can't love you like that. I'm sorry I can't be that for you."