09x06 - No Quarter - Part Four: Side by Side
Episode Number: 09x06 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: No Quarter
Subtitle: Side by Side
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,610
Rating: R
Warnings: language, violence
Status: Complete.
Dean kept driving through the night; he didn't want to stop. He knew he'd just toss and turn. The thought of working with some random hunter didn't make him feel any more secure, either.
What other options did he have at this point? Sam said he was okay "leaving the door open" for Benny, but there's a big difference between that and actually bringing Benny back.
After thirty hours of solid driving, he pulled into a motel in Maine. Andrew said he'd be along the next day, which gave Dean a day to dig up Benny's body.
Sam sat behind the wheel with Cas riding shotgun.
Hazarding a chance, Sam said, "You know, Cas, this kind of thing happens."
"I know."
"You do?"
"Dean's off on his own doing something one or both of us would disapprove of, likely incurring personal injury."
Sam laughed hard at his answer, which startled Cas.
"What?" the angel asked.
"That's true but not what I meant."
"What did you mean?"
"I mean, couples fight," Sam continued. "They break up. They get back together again."
Cas replied dryly, "I'm glad you feel that way."
"You should, too." When the angel didn't respond, Sam continued, "I can't get through to Dean, so I'm hoping to get through to you."
The angel looked out the passenger-side window and muttered, "I'm not the one you have to get through to."
Sam rolled his eyes and turned up The Who on the radio.
Dean secured Benny's remains inside a pine box; leaving him in the motel didn't seem like a smart play so he buried the box in a new shallow grave for later.
Andrew came to Dean's room at the Limelight Motel around noon. He was barrel-chested and almost as tall as Sam, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He had several rings on his fingers, and wore a necklace with a decorated cross on it. Dean didn't get a good look at it, though, as he tucked it under his shirt whenever it bobbed to the surface.
"You Dean Sampson?" Andrew asked through the door.
"Yeah, you Andrew Hickles?"
"Yes."
Dean pulled the door open, and Andrew walked passed the Devil's trap painted under the carpet. As soon as he was inside, Dean shut the door behind him.
"Before we get started," Dean said. "I hope you don't mind." He had laid out a series of tests: silver blade, iron chain, salt, holy water, and borax to name a few.
"As long as it's tit for tat," Andrew replied.
At the very least, the hunter passed all the tests, even the anti-demon tests, which Dean kept for good measure.
"Now, you said over the phone you were getting warnings from a dead someone?" Andrew asked.
"That's right," Dean replied. "And I've tried everything to get in contact with him. Otherwise I wouldn't be digging so damn hard."
"I understand."
"Andrew, if what my friend is telling me is true," Dean continued. "The demons locked in hell are trying to break through by cutting through purgatory."
"Can anyone get out of purgatory?" Andrew asked.
Dean lied, "I don't know. But he did mention that people, I'm guessing witches, are putting leashes on reapers."
Andrew furrowed his brow at this. "Sorry, it's just... I've never heard of anyone leashing a reaper. Is that even possible?"
Dean wanted to say that not only was it possible, he's dealt with it before, but he had decided to lie his ass off to this guy before he even met him and needed to stick to his guns.
"Again, I don't know," Dean said. "But, you can bind spirits, so if the witch is powerful enough or the magic is right, why not a reaper, too?"
Andrew considered this. "So, you want to bring a dead guy back to life to make yourself feel better?"
Dean shifted forward. "I need to bring this guy back, because I can't get through to him any other way. If he's not sending me the nightmares, then my bad I guess, but if any of this is true, we need to know right now."
"I feel ya," Andrew remarked, relaxing. He did something with his phone, but Dean didn't know what. "I'll be straight up with you. I know a guy who can help you out, but he's real particular about who he works with, and he's not keen on being famous."
"I get that."
"Figured you might, you've been good about keeping your own head down, but I need to know you won't pass off his name, or my name, to anyone."
"Deal," Dean replied.
A knock at the door startled Dean.
"That's him," Andrew explained as he answered the door. Dean slid his hand over one of his guns, in case this was a bad turn.
A quiet looking younger man stood in the doorway. He had slight features, dark hair, and astonishing eyes. Dean wondered if this guy was a reaper of some kind; he definitely reminded Dean of one.
"This is Dean Sampson," Andrew introduced. "Dean, this is Kane."
Dean greeted, "Hi."
Kane entered and sat down at the table. "To be absolutely clear," he said, his voice soft and wispy, "no one can know about this."
"I get it," Dean said.
"Do you know where your friends remains are?" Kane asked.
"General vicinity," Dean replied. "He's not in a, uh, sanctioned grave."
"Then let's hope he yells loudly," Andrew commented, "otherwise he'll suffocate."
Dean exhaled.
"Is your friend contacting you from a particular place?" Kane asked.
"Purgatory," Dean answered.
Andrew tensed up. "Sorry, you want to resurrect a monster?"
"Benny, he's a vampire, but he was off human blood."
"Sure he was," Andrew clearly was ready to run.
"I get it, he's a monster, he's dangerous, but if he's sending me warnings, I think it's clear he's on humanity's side."
Kane didn't seem to mind either way. Andrew insisted, "If Kane helps you out, you need to keep us in the loop."
Dean nodded. "Of course, I could use the help."
"You have anything of his?" Kane asked, "For me to find him with?"
Dean pulled out Benny's cap, the one he'd been wearing when he died. "His blood is on this, and he wore it a lot."
"Very well," Kane said, taking it.
Andrew and Kane left, and Dean saw them talking in the parking lot. He saw Andrew grab his necklace. Then Kane vanished.
Something about Andrew made Dean feel uneasy. There's a reason his brother had been so resistant to Benny's presence. Either this guy was an idiot, or something dodgy was going on. Overall, Dean felt glad he was suspicious of everybody, and he was especially glad he didn't let him know where Benny's remains were.
Andrew knocked on the door again. He had two shovels.
"We should get to that general vicinity you were talking about, so we can dig."
Dean grabbed his keys. "We should take separate cars," he said, heading out of the motel. "We'll be two people more out there, we'd be pretty cramped." Dean indicated the Taurus the other hunter drove.
"This one's mine," Dean said pointing out his car. "Follow me."
"He's moving again," Cas said.
"Do you have the address of where he stopped?"
"He stopped once out in the woods, and this other one has an address," Cas replied.
"Okay, how far are - "
Sam's cell phone rang, interrupting him. "It's Dean," he told Cas. "Don't speak, okay?"
Cas nodded.
"Dean?"
"Sammy, quick question."
"Okay."
"That faith healer guy," Dean started, "you remember that case? His wife - "
" - had a reaper on a leash, yeah," Sam completed. Owing to what Dean was keeping from him, he already hated this conversation.
"She had some kind of pendant, didn't she? That bound the reaper to her."
"A Coptic Cross."
"Can you remind me what that looks like?"
Sam sighed. "A cross with a circle around it, on the top portion of another, larger cross. Basically." He had to shush Cas's attempt at correction.
"Thanks, Sam."
"Wait, that's it?"
"Yeah."
"You call and ask about a pendant associated with a binding spell we've only seen once, and you don't need to tell me anything else?"
"Nope. Bye Sam."
Sam hung up. "We need to get to him now."
"Then we need to go to the woods, forty minutes away," Cas pointed to the GPS. "What do you think is going on?"
"He's talking about putting a reaper on a leash," Sam said. "Maybe I'm jaded, but he buried Benny in Maine. Now he's looking for a reaper or trying to bind one."
"Dean wouldn't do that," Cas said.
"I'd like to agree with you, Cas."
Purgatory. August 1, 2013.
"Ya know what, Adebowale," Benny said. "You don't make for bad comp'ny after all."
It happened to be true. Not only did Adebowale make no attempt to kill him, but he was well-versed in hundreds of stories. He taught Benny how to reach out to Dean, although he couldn't always reach him.
"Some people are protected, or have protected places," Adebowale explained. "Try again."
Benny couldn't be sure how long he'd spent here. Without running and fighting, he had nothing to mark his days with. He told Adebowale about his days as a pirate and vampire and his days in love. He spoke about Dean. He spoke about his human life.
Benny didn't think he'd mind spending all his days here. Even though he still couldn't figure out if Adebowale was male, female, or otherwise. He felt pretty strongly, though, that Adebowale's species was dragon.
"Tell me, Adebowale," Benny started, "how did you get way up here?"
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Primary Post: 09x06 No Quarter
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: No Quarter
Subtitle: Side by Side
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,610
Rating: R
Warnings: language, violence
Status: Complete.
Dean kept driving through the night; he didn't want to stop. He knew he'd just toss and turn. The thought of working with some random hunter didn't make him feel any more secure, either.
What other options did he have at this point? Sam said he was okay "leaving the door open" for Benny, but there's a big difference between that and actually bringing Benny back.
After thirty hours of solid driving, he pulled into a motel in Maine. Andrew said he'd be along the next day, which gave Dean a day to dig up Benny's body.
Sam sat behind the wheel with Cas riding shotgun.
Hazarding a chance, Sam said, "You know, Cas, this kind of thing happens."
"I know."
"You do?"
"Dean's off on his own doing something one or both of us would disapprove of, likely incurring personal injury."
Sam laughed hard at his answer, which startled Cas.
"What?" the angel asked.
"That's true but not what I meant."
"What did you mean?"
"I mean, couples fight," Sam continued. "They break up. They get back together again."
Cas replied dryly, "I'm glad you feel that way."
"You should, too." When the angel didn't respond, Sam continued, "I can't get through to Dean, so I'm hoping to get through to you."
The angel looked out the passenger-side window and muttered, "I'm not the one you have to get through to."
Sam rolled his eyes and turned up The Who on the radio.
Dean secured Benny's remains inside a pine box; leaving him in the motel didn't seem like a smart play so he buried the box in a new shallow grave for later.
Andrew came to Dean's room at the Limelight Motel around noon. He was barrel-chested and almost as tall as Sam, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He had several rings on his fingers, and wore a necklace with a decorated cross on it. Dean didn't get a good look at it, though, as he tucked it under his shirt whenever it bobbed to the surface.
"You Dean Sampson?" Andrew asked through the door.
"Yeah, you Andrew Hickles?"
"Yes."
Dean pulled the door open, and Andrew walked passed the Devil's trap painted under the carpet. As soon as he was inside, Dean shut the door behind him.
"Before we get started," Dean said. "I hope you don't mind." He had laid out a series of tests: silver blade, iron chain, salt, holy water, and borax to name a few.
"As long as it's tit for tat," Andrew replied.
At the very least, the hunter passed all the tests, even the anti-demon tests, which Dean kept for good measure.
"Now, you said over the phone you were getting warnings from a dead someone?" Andrew asked.
"That's right," Dean replied. "And I've tried everything to get in contact with him. Otherwise I wouldn't be digging so damn hard."
"I understand."
"Andrew, if what my friend is telling me is true," Dean continued. "The demons locked in hell are trying to break through by cutting through purgatory."
"Can anyone get out of purgatory?" Andrew asked.
Dean lied, "I don't know. But he did mention that people, I'm guessing witches, are putting leashes on reapers."
Andrew furrowed his brow at this. "Sorry, it's just... I've never heard of anyone leashing a reaper. Is that even possible?"
Dean wanted to say that not only was it possible, he's dealt with it before, but he had decided to lie his ass off to this guy before he even met him and needed to stick to his guns.
"Again, I don't know," Dean said. "But, you can bind spirits, so if the witch is powerful enough or the magic is right, why not a reaper, too?"
Andrew considered this. "So, you want to bring a dead guy back to life to make yourself feel better?"
Dean shifted forward. "I need to bring this guy back, because I can't get through to him any other way. If he's not sending me the nightmares, then my bad I guess, but if any of this is true, we need to know right now."
"I feel ya," Andrew remarked, relaxing. He did something with his phone, but Dean didn't know what. "I'll be straight up with you. I know a guy who can help you out, but he's real particular about who he works with, and he's not keen on being famous."
"I get that."
"Figured you might, you've been good about keeping your own head down, but I need to know you won't pass off his name, or my name, to anyone."
"Deal," Dean replied.
A knock at the door startled Dean.
"That's him," Andrew explained as he answered the door. Dean slid his hand over one of his guns, in case this was a bad turn.
A quiet looking younger man stood in the doorway. He had slight features, dark hair, and astonishing eyes. Dean wondered if this guy was a reaper of some kind; he definitely reminded Dean of one.
"This is Dean Sampson," Andrew introduced. "Dean, this is Kane."
Dean greeted, "Hi."
Kane entered and sat down at the table. "To be absolutely clear," he said, his voice soft and wispy, "no one can know about this."
"I get it," Dean said.
"Do you know where your friends remains are?" Kane asked.
"General vicinity," Dean replied. "He's not in a, uh, sanctioned grave."
"Then let's hope he yells loudly," Andrew commented, "otherwise he'll suffocate."
Dean exhaled.
"Is your friend contacting you from a particular place?" Kane asked.
"Purgatory," Dean answered.
Andrew tensed up. "Sorry, you want to resurrect a monster?"
"Benny, he's a vampire, but he was off human blood."
"Sure he was," Andrew clearly was ready to run.
"I get it, he's a monster, he's dangerous, but if he's sending me warnings, I think it's clear he's on humanity's side."
Kane didn't seem to mind either way. Andrew insisted, "If Kane helps you out, you need to keep us in the loop."
Dean nodded. "Of course, I could use the help."
"You have anything of his?" Kane asked, "For me to find him with?"
Dean pulled out Benny's cap, the one he'd been wearing when he died. "His blood is on this, and he wore it a lot."
"Very well," Kane said, taking it.
Andrew and Kane left, and Dean saw them talking in the parking lot. He saw Andrew grab his necklace. Then Kane vanished.
Something about Andrew made Dean feel uneasy. There's a reason his brother had been so resistant to Benny's presence. Either this guy was an idiot, or something dodgy was going on. Overall, Dean felt glad he was suspicious of everybody, and he was especially glad he didn't let him know where Benny's remains were.
Andrew knocked on the door again. He had two shovels.
"We should get to that general vicinity you were talking about, so we can dig."
Dean grabbed his keys. "We should take separate cars," he said, heading out of the motel. "We'll be two people more out there, we'd be pretty cramped." Dean indicated the Taurus the other hunter drove.
"This one's mine," Dean said pointing out his car. "Follow me."
"He's moving again," Cas said.
"Do you have the address of where he stopped?"
"He stopped once out in the woods, and this other one has an address," Cas replied.
"Okay, how far are - "
Sam's cell phone rang, interrupting him. "It's Dean," he told Cas. "Don't speak, okay?"
Cas nodded.
"Dean?"
"Sammy, quick question."
"Okay."
"That faith healer guy," Dean started, "you remember that case? His wife - "
" - had a reaper on a leash, yeah," Sam completed. Owing to what Dean was keeping from him, he already hated this conversation.
"She had some kind of pendant, didn't she? That bound the reaper to her."
"A Coptic Cross."
"Can you remind me what that looks like?"
Sam sighed. "A cross with a circle around it, on the top portion of another, larger cross. Basically." He had to shush Cas's attempt at correction.
"Thanks, Sam."
"Wait, that's it?"
"Yeah."
"You call and ask about a pendant associated with a binding spell we've only seen once, and you don't need to tell me anything else?"
"Nope. Bye Sam."
Sam hung up. "We need to get to him now."
"Then we need to go to the woods, forty minutes away," Cas pointed to the GPS. "What do you think is going on?"
"He's talking about putting a reaper on a leash," Sam said. "Maybe I'm jaded, but he buried Benny in Maine. Now he's looking for a reaper or trying to bind one."
"Dean wouldn't do that," Cas said.
"I'd like to agree with you, Cas."
Purgatory. August 1, 2013.
"Ya know what, Adebowale," Benny said. "You don't make for bad comp'ny after all."
It happened to be true. Not only did Adebowale make no attempt to kill him, but he was well-versed in hundreds of stories. He taught Benny how to reach out to Dean, although he couldn't always reach him.
"Some people are protected, or have protected places," Adebowale explained. "Try again."
Benny couldn't be sure how long he'd spent here. Without running and fighting, he had nothing to mark his days with. He told Adebowale about his days as a pirate and vampire and his days in love. He spoke about Dean. He spoke about his human life.
Benny didn't think he'd mind spending all his days here. Even though he still couldn't figure out if Adebowale was male, female, or otherwise. He felt pretty strongly, though, that Adebowale's species was dragon.
"Tell me, Adebowale," Benny started, "how did you get way up here?"
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