FF Running With the Devil 31
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 31.
Faith dropped the now dead body. She guessed that the poor girl was as good as dead after everything Ruby had put her through while in the driver's seat.
"Where were you?" Was shouted by Sam.
"In shock!" She shouted back gesturing at her useless right arm.
Then looking over she saw Dean's form, and Sam knew she hadn't realized yet.
Before she allowed herself to fully process though Faith took in the whole scene and saw Bobby. She was on her radio in an instant. "This is Slayer I am in the target house! I have Robert Singer down with a magickally induced heart attack!"
"Bobby!" Was shouted by Sam as he ran over to the old man and started CPR, Faith assisting as best she could with her one working arm.
Sam looked up when they both heard footsteps entering, but Faith shook her head. She recognized the scents of the combat medic Cameron Baum, and the War Wizard Hammer.
As the two entered the room Cameron ran over to take over Bobby's treatment as Hammer moved to help Faith stand.
Quickly seeing the problem he looked to Faith to make sure, and then the muscular Norse rune singer acted as a brace to help Faith reset her elbow and shoulder.
Once that was taken care of, and Faith was flexing the limb to get an idea of what it was capable of handling they turned to Sam who was now kneeling by his brother's body.
Faith knelt down and touched Sam's shoulder. Her own sincere expression of grief broke Sam and he collapsed into her as they both wept.
Hammer, WAS a Norsemen, while he knew Dean's deal and what it meant for the man's soul he knew Dean was a warrior and he knew Dean had died a warrior's death. So he gave the man's mortal remains appropriate reverence as he took the black body bag out of Cameron's gear and loaded the body of Dean Winchester inside.
At first it seemed to anger Sam, but he saw they were handling his brother's body with respect and said nothing else as a stretcher was brought in with the paramedic gear to stabilize Bobby Singer's condition.
Alexander Harris of Scooby Squad helped them in, and understanding the black bagged form on the floor of the suburban kitchen he helped his old friend Hammer with the sad detail of carrying out the body of a fallen soldier.
Getting outside they saw just how effective the Lock could be. Most people had already been exorcised and were now being treated by combat medical staff while a few remainders were screaming in rage as slayers held them while war witches cast them out of their stolen bodies.
"Boss Man" Leroy Jethro Gibbs came up to the sad assembly. "I'm sorry Sam, I really am."
While the younger Winchester brother's face was streaked with tears it hardened in resolve. "What do we have to do?"
"To what?" Faith replied.
He looked at her harshly. "To bring Dean back."
Faith was obviously dismayed. "Sam, we don't bring people back."
He interrupted, pointing at Buffy Summers, and while everyone was surprised he had found out Buffy answered before he could ask. "It was a mistake Sam. I know it. Willow knows it."
Faith spoke again, her own voice heavy with grief. "We'll do everything we can to get Dean's soul out of Hell, but we don't play God Sam."
Sam's emotion morphed to hate right in front of their eyes. "Then you too can go right to Hell! Just put my brother's body in the Impala and forget you ever heard the name Winchester!"
Seeing he was serious Faith nodded to Scooby Three and Hammer to load the body bag into the back seat of the Impala, that was brought forward by her people.
Turning to Sam she felt herself slipping into her "Slayer" self. "You're pissed. It's the one thing that's keeping you going when you'd otherwise drop, but take it from someone who's been there. The rage won't carry you forever. Keep the numbers we gave you."
When he took a breath to protest she held up a hand to stop him. His expression became even more dark and twisted, but he was silent as he climbed into the Impala's driver seat and peeled away.
All Faith could do was shake her head. She would say that it was like looking at herself when she started down her own dark path, but she couldn't shake the feeling that his was going to be far, far worse.
Slayer lied, the metal band, not the woman. There were no seasons in the Abyss, there wasn't even day or night. While his first memories of his arrival in Hell were being chained hand and foot with metal hooks imbedded in his shoulder and side he was soon taken down.
Taken down and put on Alistair's table. There he was offered a deal, the torture would stop as soon as Dean would promise to put someone else on the table and take over the torturing.
That was Dean's "day". Alistair would make the offer, and Dean would tell him to stick it. Alistair would then proceed to carve Dean up until there was almost nothing left.
Once there wasn't really anything left for Alistair to work with Dean's "night" would begin. Dumped in the Forrest of Suicides Dean was left to recover from the previous days activities, and no matter how badly Alistair had messed him up Dean always healed, and always over the course of a night.
Considering how his Dad had been consigned to Wrath several circles up Dean knew Sammy, or Tara would have probably read a great deal into Dean being cast into in circle of violence against self. Probably rattling something off about how Dean's deal was just an elaborate suicide on his part, how it was just his way of escaping a life he felt he could no longer bare.
Dean however didn't have much time to muse, didn't allow himself much time as by the time his mind could think about something other then the pain of his injuries they were soon to be coming for him, and come for him they did.
Each day/night cycle the same except for Alistair always finding new ways, new torments to inflict on him.
It became how he marked the passage of time.
For the first three years he resisted for the simple reason he was Dean Fucking Winchester and he was going to resist! He had seen too much, hunted too much to ever let these bastards win!
Still, attitude will only carry you so far, even Dean's, and soon even Dean Winchesters attitude stopped mattering enough to resist.
Then it became thoughts of escape, sure he had thought of escape before, but that was another form of defiance as much as it was anything else. Now it was what his mind clung to, planning escapes even as Alistair was committing atrocities on his flesh.
That Lex hadn't shown up by this point told Dean that the goddess had figured Dean had gotten himself into the mess, but that was fine by Dean because he would get himself out.
There were seventeen escape attempts over the course of five years, but soon Dean started to think they let him run just to enjoy cashing him down and punishing him in their own ways before dragging him back to Alistair's nonexistent mercies.
Soon he found himself thinking that however demon's got back out, mortal souls couldn't, and hopes of escape left him.
For the next two years Dean' kept his sanity through his own self-inflicted torments. Not physically as that would be redundant, but that voice in his head that convinced him to make the deal in the first place.
That voice that had spent the entire year in between telling him he deserved Hell, that voice Azazel would have called Dean's own self-loathing, it kept him company.
It told him. "They kept their end of the bargain now you keep yours!" "Don't you dare back down now! You might have shamed the name Winchester by getting yourself stuck down here, but don't you DARE shame it further by giving in!"
Yet as loud as that voice had been when he was alive it didn't even last as long as his attitude, and fell silent after two short years.
Then, then when Alistair asked his question Dean was left to draw on the one thing that he always drew on when things were darkest for him, his family.
He thought about his Mom. The way Lex had explained it was that she had expended everything she had tying her to the mortal world like ghosts when bones were salted and burned, and while Dean might not know what came past that point he knew that somewhere out there his Mom still existed.
His Mom still existed, and his Dad was out there, and Dean knew that as long as they were both still out there they would find each other. He knew what his Dad was capable of, and from what Faith and her people had uncovered it was likely he and Sam had gotten some of their hunting talent from their Mom.
Yeah, somewhere John and Mary Winchester were together again. That was what gave him the strength to spit his "No!" in Alistair's eye, and it was what carried him through the harshest spots of Alistair's response.
Then he thought about Sammy. He knew Sammy wasn't down here or they would have been parading him about to break what was left of Dean's will.
Which meant that Sammy was still up there, still fighting, at least for awhile. He knew that sooner or later something would get Sam. He accepted that. The fact that Sam wasn't down here had to mean that he was out there, and the idea that he would find Mom and Dad, and his family was together even if he couldn't be with them carried him through.
It carried him through twice as long as everything else put together. It carried him a good twenty years.
In fact it was the realization that it had been carrying him twenty years that finally broke him.
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 31.
Faith dropped the now dead body. She guessed that the poor girl was as good as dead after everything Ruby had put her through while in the driver's seat.
"Where were you?" Was shouted by Sam.
"In shock!" She shouted back gesturing at her useless right arm.
Then looking over she saw Dean's form, and Sam knew she hadn't realized yet.
Before she allowed herself to fully process though Faith took in the whole scene and saw Bobby. She was on her radio in an instant. "This is Slayer I am in the target house! I have Robert Singer down with a magickally induced heart attack!"
"Bobby!" Was shouted by Sam as he ran over to the old man and started CPR, Faith assisting as best she could with her one working arm.
Sam looked up when they both heard footsteps entering, but Faith shook her head. She recognized the scents of the combat medic Cameron Baum, and the War Wizard Hammer.
As the two entered the room Cameron ran over to take over Bobby's treatment as Hammer moved to help Faith stand.
Quickly seeing the problem he looked to Faith to make sure, and then the muscular Norse rune singer acted as a brace to help Faith reset her elbow and shoulder.
Once that was taken care of, and Faith was flexing the limb to get an idea of what it was capable of handling they turned to Sam who was now kneeling by his brother's body.
Faith knelt down and touched Sam's shoulder. Her own sincere expression of grief broke Sam and he collapsed into her as they both wept.
Hammer, WAS a Norsemen, while he knew Dean's deal and what it meant for the man's soul he knew Dean was a warrior and he knew Dean had died a warrior's death. So he gave the man's mortal remains appropriate reverence as he took the black body bag out of Cameron's gear and loaded the body of Dean Winchester inside.
At first it seemed to anger Sam, but he saw they were handling his brother's body with respect and said nothing else as a stretcher was brought in with the paramedic gear to stabilize Bobby Singer's condition.
Alexander Harris of Scooby Squad helped them in, and understanding the black bagged form on the floor of the suburban kitchen he helped his old friend Hammer with the sad detail of carrying out the body of a fallen soldier.
Getting outside they saw just how effective the Lock could be. Most people had already been exorcised and were now being treated by combat medical staff while a few remainders were screaming in rage as slayers held them while war witches cast them out of their stolen bodies.
"Boss Man" Leroy Jethro Gibbs came up to the sad assembly. "I'm sorry Sam, I really am."
While the younger Winchester brother's face was streaked with tears it hardened in resolve. "What do we have to do?"
"To what?" Faith replied.
He looked at her harshly. "To bring Dean back."
Faith was obviously dismayed. "Sam, we don't bring people back."
He interrupted, pointing at Buffy Summers, and while everyone was surprised he had found out Buffy answered before he could ask. "It was a mistake Sam. I know it. Willow knows it."
Faith spoke again, her own voice heavy with grief. "We'll do everything we can to get Dean's soul out of Hell, but we don't play God Sam."
Sam's emotion morphed to hate right in front of their eyes. "Then you too can go right to Hell! Just put my brother's body in the Impala and forget you ever heard the name Winchester!"
Seeing he was serious Faith nodded to Scooby Three and Hammer to load the body bag into the back seat of the Impala, that was brought forward by her people.
Turning to Sam she felt herself slipping into her "Slayer" self. "You're pissed. It's the one thing that's keeping you going when you'd otherwise drop, but take it from someone who's been there. The rage won't carry you forever. Keep the numbers we gave you."
When he took a breath to protest she held up a hand to stop him. His expression became even more dark and twisted, but he was silent as he climbed into the Impala's driver seat and peeled away.
All Faith could do was shake her head. She would say that it was like looking at herself when she started down her own dark path, but she couldn't shake the feeling that his was going to be far, far worse.
Slayer lied, the metal band, not the woman. There were no seasons in the Abyss, there wasn't even day or night. While his first memories of his arrival in Hell were being chained hand and foot with metal hooks imbedded in his shoulder and side he was soon taken down.
Taken down and put on Alistair's table. There he was offered a deal, the torture would stop as soon as Dean would promise to put someone else on the table and take over the torturing.
That was Dean's "day". Alistair would make the offer, and Dean would tell him to stick it. Alistair would then proceed to carve Dean up until there was almost nothing left.
Once there wasn't really anything left for Alistair to work with Dean's "night" would begin. Dumped in the Forrest of Suicides Dean was left to recover from the previous days activities, and no matter how badly Alistair had messed him up Dean always healed, and always over the course of a night.
Considering how his Dad had been consigned to Wrath several circles up Dean knew Sammy, or Tara would have probably read a great deal into Dean being cast into in circle of violence against self. Probably rattling something off about how Dean's deal was just an elaborate suicide on his part, how it was just his way of escaping a life he felt he could no longer bare.
Dean however didn't have much time to muse, didn't allow himself much time as by the time his mind could think about something other then the pain of his injuries they were soon to be coming for him, and come for him they did.
Each day/night cycle the same except for Alistair always finding new ways, new torments to inflict on him.
It became how he marked the passage of time.
For the first three years he resisted for the simple reason he was Dean Fucking Winchester and he was going to resist! He had seen too much, hunted too much to ever let these bastards win!
Still, attitude will only carry you so far, even Dean's, and soon even Dean Winchesters attitude stopped mattering enough to resist.
Then it became thoughts of escape, sure he had thought of escape before, but that was another form of defiance as much as it was anything else. Now it was what his mind clung to, planning escapes even as Alistair was committing atrocities on his flesh.
That Lex hadn't shown up by this point told Dean that the goddess had figured Dean had gotten himself into the mess, but that was fine by Dean because he would get himself out.
There were seventeen escape attempts over the course of five years, but soon Dean started to think they let him run just to enjoy cashing him down and punishing him in their own ways before dragging him back to Alistair's nonexistent mercies.
Soon he found himself thinking that however demon's got back out, mortal souls couldn't, and hopes of escape left him.
For the next two years Dean' kept his sanity through his own self-inflicted torments. Not physically as that would be redundant, but that voice in his head that convinced him to make the deal in the first place.
That voice that had spent the entire year in between telling him he deserved Hell, that voice Azazel would have called Dean's own self-loathing, it kept him company.
It told him. "They kept their end of the bargain now you keep yours!" "Don't you dare back down now! You might have shamed the name Winchester by getting yourself stuck down here, but don't you DARE shame it further by giving in!"
Yet as loud as that voice had been when he was alive it didn't even last as long as his attitude, and fell silent after two short years.
Then, then when Alistair asked his question Dean was left to draw on the one thing that he always drew on when things were darkest for him, his family.
He thought about his Mom. The way Lex had explained it was that she had expended everything she had tying her to the mortal world like ghosts when bones were salted and burned, and while Dean might not know what came past that point he knew that somewhere out there his Mom still existed.
His Mom still existed, and his Dad was out there, and Dean knew that as long as they were both still out there they would find each other. He knew what his Dad was capable of, and from what Faith and her people had uncovered it was likely he and Sam had gotten some of their hunting talent from their Mom.
Yeah, somewhere John and Mary Winchester were together again. That was what gave him the strength to spit his "No!" in Alistair's eye, and it was what carried him through the harshest spots of Alistair's response.
Then he thought about Sammy. He knew Sammy wasn't down here or they would have been parading him about to break what was left of Dean's will.
Which meant that Sammy was still up there, still fighting, at least for awhile. He knew that sooner or later something would get Sam. He accepted that. The fact that Sam wasn't down here had to mean that he was out there, and the idea that he would find Mom and Dad, and his family was together even if he couldn't be with them carried him through.
It carried him through twice as long as everything else put together. It carried him a good twenty years.
In fact it was the realization that it had been carrying him twenty years that finally broke him.