FF Running With the Devil 27
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 27.
The uncomfortable silence was broken by Dean's phone ringing. It was Sam telling them they needed to meet him about a quarter mile from the cabin up a hill where he had managed to get a signal strong enough to transmit to Willow.
Willow had already started a video conference with Sam, who had set the lap top on a fallen tree. When she saw them arrive she started speaking louder. "Dean! Dean! Do you remember Doc Benton?"
"Who? Was Dean's first reply, but then he froze. "Wait? Didn't our dad gank him?"
It had been one of Willow's recent projects, but she had eventually managed to convince the Winchester brothers to let her scan their Dad's hunting journal into her system.
While the pair had been understandably reluctant to share a family heirloom like that, the amount of hunting lore contained had already been saving lives in the brother's hands. The shared info could only do even more good in the hands of the massive hunting organization.
Sam nodded. "Cut out his heart. Turns out that might not have been enough. I'll let Willow fill you in."
"Surgical grade organ thefts, multiple cases, but get this, the surgical techniques are about a century and a half old, silk thread, maggots to control infection."
Dean scrunched his face up. "Maggots?"
His brother grinned. "Maggots eat dead tissue while leaving healthy tissue alive."
Faith held up her hand as she grimaced. "Okay, can someone brief me as I try to not loose my lunch?"
Sam smiled. "Doc Benton, brilliant New Hampshire physician a couple centuries ago he was obsessed with alchemy, more specifically how to live forever."
Dean then picked up the tale. "Disappears for about twenty years, then people pop up missing organs, limbs and stuff. Our Dad managed to track him down and cut out his heart, but like Sammy said cutting out his heart didn't cut it."
She nodded. "Okay Oracle, we got a fix?"
"Eerie, Pennsylvania, and I'm pretty sure I even got a fix on his location."
All three pulled closer to the monitor that now had a map on it with several hunting cabins circled. As they looked at the map Willow's voice came over the speakers. "According to John's Journal he liked dense woods with access to a river for disposing of his victims guts."
Faith scowled. "Again, working on not puking."
The monitor flashed back to showing Willow Rosenberg's grinning face. "So, can you guys add anything? We're going to send Gibbs team up that way to close down the good Doctor's practice."
Sam quickly interrupted. "We can do it!" When Faith, Dean, and even Willow over the monitor looked at him closely Sam quickly continued. "I mean it's family business and all. Settling up for Dad."
At the other living Winchester Dean gave his brother a long look. "Bullshit. You want to take time from trying to save my soul to take an old case off of Dad's books?"
The younger brother relented under the three stares. "This is what will save your soul Dean! You can't go to Hell unless you die. Well guess what? Doc Benton can't die! We figure out what he did, we do it to you."
"What? I drink blood out of a baby's skull and I live forever?"
Willow was the one to interrupt. "No signs of that. The journal says that Benton's a alchemist, not a black magick user. So it's really, really weird science, but science."
"Okay, so then I just need to start stealing organs in say 50 years or so."
"Umm, maybe not." Was Willow's reply. "We can rebuild you Dean. We have the technology. We were actually going to try to nab Benton's notes because we want to figure out how he can integrate so many different organs without signs of rejection."
Faith filled in the blank for the brothers. "We have working cybernetic technology. The problem is the one critically injured solider we experimented on to save his life has a body that's so stressed he has to use an electric razor because his body would have trouble healing even nicking himself while shaving."
Sam held his hands wide. "See? This is perfect! You guys get the formula so you can help your friend. Dean get's to not die and therefore not go to Hell, and you guys just give him artificial replacements as his natural organs wear out."
Dean shouted. "No, no way! I just keep going till I get turned into a fucking robot? Nah uh!"
Sam ran his fingers through his hair angrily. "Beats going to Hell!" He then stepped closer to his brother, his voice imploring. "Look Dean, we just need time. We just need time to find a better solution, and this can give us the time."
Faith physically stepped between them. "Okay! Look! Right now we have a possible way to save Dean, and a definite threat to civilians. This debate can be shelved until we have the notes and make sure there are no blood sacrifices or anything, and that there's a good chance the body could accept cybernetics."
Dean looked at her. "What do you mean 'good chance?"
She frowned. "Dean, we wouldn't have even used the cyber if our guy hadn't been dying in front of our eyes. It's cutting edge stuff, and we're still figuring out the details of how it interfaces with a normal human body, let alone one with an alchemical immortality serum in it."
He scowled right back at her. "So what? You figure this out you get to field you own army of Arnolds?"
Her voice was sad. "Actually our hope would be for the soldiers coming back from Afghanistan and Iraq. We rebuilt as much as we did the first time because that was how much damage was done, but we're not out to field armies of cybernetic super soldiers, we just want to find a way to repair those men and women who have already served and gave up parts of their own bodies in the process."
That got him, and Dean caved. They headed to Eerie, Pennsylvania to see if it was in fact Doc Benton, and if so to try to stop him, and get his notes. Dean made sure both Sam and Faith knew that was the order they were going in, and neither argued.
At least not right away, once they had caught Benton, by Dean stabbing the man with a knife coated in chloroform, as the man couldn't be killed, but could be knocked out.
When he regained consciousness though he tried to start bargaining, offering to translate the notes for them, to give them his formula for immortality, and Sam wanted to cut a deal.
Dean however wouldn't. He had obviously been thinking about it, and had come to the conclusion that he would rather die human and go to Hell then live as something else. He had still given Faith the notes in hopes they might find a formula that would ease the rejection caused by cybernetic implantation, but it wouldn't be for him.
He did however insist that Doc Benton be disposed of, and Faith was inclined to agree. The man had been butchering people for their parts for over a century and a half, and needed to be put down.
Briefly she had considered keeping him as a test subject, but that code that she clung to, that code that carried her through battlefield after battlefield told her that was going to far.
They weren't out to make immortals, and since Dean wasn't interested in having them bend the rules for him they were just out to find a way to ease implantation. That would be a whole new set of equations, and what little help the Doctor could provide wouldn't equal holding him accountable for his crimes.
It was with that in mind Faith, Sam and Dean were pallbearers in an unusual procession. Unusual as the Doctor had awakened and was again promising to share his immortality formula with them if they would just let him go.
Instead they loaded him into the crematorium at the funeral home they had broken into. They didn't know if the pile of ashes that would be left wold still be the immortal Doc Benton, but they figured scattering them afterwards would at the very least eliminate the problem of the immortal Doc Benton.
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 27.
The uncomfortable silence was broken by Dean's phone ringing. It was Sam telling them they needed to meet him about a quarter mile from the cabin up a hill where he had managed to get a signal strong enough to transmit to Willow.
Willow had already started a video conference with Sam, who had set the lap top on a fallen tree. When she saw them arrive she started speaking louder. "Dean! Dean! Do you remember Doc Benton?"
"Who? Was Dean's first reply, but then he froze. "Wait? Didn't our dad gank him?"
It had been one of Willow's recent projects, but she had eventually managed to convince the Winchester brothers to let her scan their Dad's hunting journal into her system.
While the pair had been understandably reluctant to share a family heirloom like that, the amount of hunting lore contained had already been saving lives in the brother's hands. The shared info could only do even more good in the hands of the massive hunting organization.
Sam nodded. "Cut out his heart. Turns out that might not have been enough. I'll let Willow fill you in."
"Surgical grade organ thefts, multiple cases, but get this, the surgical techniques are about a century and a half old, silk thread, maggots to control infection."
Dean scrunched his face up. "Maggots?"
His brother grinned. "Maggots eat dead tissue while leaving healthy tissue alive."
Faith held up her hand as she grimaced. "Okay, can someone brief me as I try to not loose my lunch?"
Sam smiled. "Doc Benton, brilliant New Hampshire physician a couple centuries ago he was obsessed with alchemy, more specifically how to live forever."
Dean then picked up the tale. "Disappears for about twenty years, then people pop up missing organs, limbs and stuff. Our Dad managed to track him down and cut out his heart, but like Sammy said cutting out his heart didn't cut it."
She nodded. "Okay Oracle, we got a fix?"
"Eerie, Pennsylvania, and I'm pretty sure I even got a fix on his location."
All three pulled closer to the monitor that now had a map on it with several hunting cabins circled. As they looked at the map Willow's voice came over the speakers. "According to John's Journal he liked dense woods with access to a river for disposing of his victims guts."
Faith scowled. "Again, working on not puking."
The monitor flashed back to showing Willow Rosenberg's grinning face. "So, can you guys add anything? We're going to send Gibbs team up that way to close down the good Doctor's practice."
Sam quickly interrupted. "We can do it!" When Faith, Dean, and even Willow over the monitor looked at him closely Sam quickly continued. "I mean it's family business and all. Settling up for Dad."
At the other living Winchester Dean gave his brother a long look. "Bullshit. You want to take time from trying to save my soul to take an old case off of Dad's books?"
The younger brother relented under the three stares. "This is what will save your soul Dean! You can't go to Hell unless you die. Well guess what? Doc Benton can't die! We figure out what he did, we do it to you."
"What? I drink blood out of a baby's skull and I live forever?"
Willow was the one to interrupt. "No signs of that. The journal says that Benton's a alchemist, not a black magick user. So it's really, really weird science, but science."
"Okay, so then I just need to start stealing organs in say 50 years or so."
"Umm, maybe not." Was Willow's reply. "We can rebuild you Dean. We have the technology. We were actually going to try to nab Benton's notes because we want to figure out how he can integrate so many different organs without signs of rejection."
Faith filled in the blank for the brothers. "We have working cybernetic technology. The problem is the one critically injured solider we experimented on to save his life has a body that's so stressed he has to use an electric razor because his body would have trouble healing even nicking himself while shaving."
Sam held his hands wide. "See? This is perfect! You guys get the formula so you can help your friend. Dean get's to not die and therefore not go to Hell, and you guys just give him artificial replacements as his natural organs wear out."
Dean shouted. "No, no way! I just keep going till I get turned into a fucking robot? Nah uh!"
Sam ran his fingers through his hair angrily. "Beats going to Hell!" He then stepped closer to his brother, his voice imploring. "Look Dean, we just need time. We just need time to find a better solution, and this can give us the time."
Faith physically stepped between them. "Okay! Look! Right now we have a possible way to save Dean, and a definite threat to civilians. This debate can be shelved until we have the notes and make sure there are no blood sacrifices or anything, and that there's a good chance the body could accept cybernetics."
Dean looked at her. "What do you mean 'good chance?"
She frowned. "Dean, we wouldn't have even used the cyber if our guy hadn't been dying in front of our eyes. It's cutting edge stuff, and we're still figuring out the details of how it interfaces with a normal human body, let alone one with an alchemical immortality serum in it."
He scowled right back at her. "So what? You figure this out you get to field you own army of Arnolds?"
Her voice was sad. "Actually our hope would be for the soldiers coming back from Afghanistan and Iraq. We rebuilt as much as we did the first time because that was how much damage was done, but we're not out to field armies of cybernetic super soldiers, we just want to find a way to repair those men and women who have already served and gave up parts of their own bodies in the process."
That got him, and Dean caved. They headed to Eerie, Pennsylvania to see if it was in fact Doc Benton, and if so to try to stop him, and get his notes. Dean made sure both Sam and Faith knew that was the order they were going in, and neither argued.
At least not right away, once they had caught Benton, by Dean stabbing the man with a knife coated in chloroform, as the man couldn't be killed, but could be knocked out.
When he regained consciousness though he tried to start bargaining, offering to translate the notes for them, to give them his formula for immortality, and Sam wanted to cut a deal.
Dean however wouldn't. He had obviously been thinking about it, and had come to the conclusion that he would rather die human and go to Hell then live as something else. He had still given Faith the notes in hopes they might find a formula that would ease the rejection caused by cybernetic implantation, but it wouldn't be for him.
He did however insist that Doc Benton be disposed of, and Faith was inclined to agree. The man had been butchering people for their parts for over a century and a half, and needed to be put down.
Briefly she had considered keeping him as a test subject, but that code that she clung to, that code that carried her through battlefield after battlefield told her that was going to far.
They weren't out to make immortals, and since Dean wasn't interested in having them bend the rules for him they were just out to find a way to ease implantation. That would be a whole new set of equations, and what little help the Doctor could provide wouldn't equal holding him accountable for his crimes.
It was with that in mind Faith, Sam and Dean were pallbearers in an unusual procession. Unusual as the Doctor had awakened and was again promising to share his immortality formula with them if they would just let him go.
Instead they loaded him into the crematorium at the funeral home they had broken into. They didn't know if the pile of ashes that would be left wold still be the immortal Doc Benton, but they figured scattering them afterwards would at the very least eliminate the problem of the immortal Doc Benton.