09x19 - Inject the Venom - Part Four: Never Give What You Can't Take Back
Episode number: 09x19 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Inject the Venom
Subtitle: Never Give What You Can't Take Back
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,213
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, language, undead
Clayton, Delaware. Sam slept soundly in the bed farthest from the door, but Dean remained wide-awake, counting sheep to the beat of his heart. He didn't realize how difficult it would be to sleep alone after spending three weeks at the Bunker with Castiel. Normally he would chide himself for being a girl, but he was too happy to care.
His mind kept drifting back to the not-zombies, or the ghost-hosts, or whatever the hell they were. The last time members of the Thule Society attacked, they nearly had their asses handed to them, even with the golem on their side. Was Aaron really up for this? He didn't seem like the kind of man who could pull the trigger.
Ninety-eight sheep leaped over his beating heart. They jumped the track of Dean's thoughts, and he slipped under the veil of consciousness into sleep.
Alexander Neumann stood under the cover of the trees, out in the moonlight. Had anyone took the time to look back at him, they would see little more than glinting eyes. Neumann waved his hand, and the bodies of Benjamin Wolfson and Joshua Cassirer appeared.
"Alex," Wolfson said. "What is it?"
"The two men investigating our movements are asleep in that hotel room," Neumann said. "They've spoken with our friend and his pet made of clay. And they also happen to have my possession stone. I think it would be best if they didn't wake up, don't you?"
The phone rang over and over again. It stopped after six times, going to voicemail, but no one left a message. It rang again. Dean rolled towards the phone. The clock read 3:01 AM. Seriously?
"What?" Dean barked.
"Dean, you gotta wake up! Now!"
"Dodge?"
"Something's watching you, and it's gonna make its move - "
Dean heard the floorboards creak outside their door.
"I'm up," Dean said. "Thanks." He dropped the phone on its catch and grabbed the hilt of the shotgun under his pillow. For good measure, he reached along the other pillow, where he kept is machete.
The door bust open, and Dean rotated, firing the shotgun straight towards the intruder, who took the hit and flew back into his companion.
"Sammy! Wake up!" Dean barked.
Sam pulled out his handgun and long knife, but his movements were sluggish. He was far from awake. Dean stood up in nothing more than his damn boxers no less, and reloaded his shotgun. Iron rounds didn't seem to work. Maybe brass would have some effect?
Bang! Bang! Sam shot at one of the bodies, but it took the hits with nothing more than some kickback.
"Silver's useless," Sam said.
"Iron is, too."
The body that once belonged to Benjamin Wolfson made a headlong run at them, and Dean sidestepped him, bringing his machete across once, twice at a devastating angle. His head flew off and the body floundered.
"That'll do," Dean said, firing the brass rounds into the oncoming body. Again, the physical hits jolted the body, but it flinched and kept going.
Meanwhile, the headless body got to its feet and dropped Sam, first to his knees, then landed a blow to the back of his head.
"Hey!" Dean yelled, shoving the second body away. He vaguely remembered something about the stone. He needed to find the stone -
Crack! His own, unloaded shotgun whipped across his back, hitting his kidney. He fell to the ground next to Sam. He twisted around and shot the thing in the eye with the last of his brass rounds. No affect.
Zombies. Dean never thought that'd be what did him in -
A roar broke the air, and Adam the golem dropped the first body, throwing him against the doorframe. He pinned the headless body effortlessly to the wall, but the host that once was Cassirer bolted. Aaron and Elizabeth nearly crashed into it, but the undead bastard escaped.
"Let him go," Dean said. "Till we figure out how to gank his ass."
"Where's his head?" Elizabeth asked, as if she wasn't standing in a room with a decapitated body, two men in their boxers, and a golem.
Aaron found it. He delicately picked it up and put it on the motel table.
"Dude, we eat off of that," Dean said before he checked on Sam.
Elizabeth took another cloth and ran it behind his left ear and then his right, finally producing another stone. The pinned body stopped moving.
"We should burn his remains as soon as possible," she said. "Just in case."
"He okay?" Aaron asked Dean.
"Yeah, but he'll have a bad headache in the morning."
"What about you?" Aaron asked.
"I'll pee a little blood and be fine."
"Then maybe you should pack some stuff, put on some cloths," Elizabeth said, "because clearly someone knows you're here."
"I take it you're not some innocent girlfriend who knows nothing," Dean said dryly.
"And I take it you're not FBI Agents specializing in weird," Elizabeth said.
Dean suddenly realized he was nearly naked, so he casually covered himself, bloody machete still in hand. "If you don't mind," Dean said.
"Right," Aaron took her arm. "Let's take the stiff and burn him. Adam?"
Sam woke half way through the car ride.
"What the hell?" he asked. He saw he had on loose pajama bottoms and a big t-shirt. "What the hell?" he repeated.
"We were attacked by super zombies," Dean said. "I decapitated one of them, and he still brained your ass."
"And?"
"And, you should call and send Dodge some flowers or a new shotgun or whatever you give someone who just saved your ass from Nazi necromancer dicks."
"Huh?"
"She called. That's why I was awake before those things broke into the room."
"Okay, I can buy that. But Dean, what the hell am I wearing?"
"They were the only things you had packed that I could pull on you without...touching too much," Dean said.
"Seriously?" Sam said. "Dude, didn't you change my diapers when I was a baby?"
"I could carry your ass back then, now you're taller than me, and shut up."
Sam laughed. "Where're we going?"
"Aaron's getting us to some safe house."
"Aaron has a safe house?" Sam repeated. "It's like the time I learned Garth had one. But weirder."
"He's been drumming up old JI contacts," Dean said. "So I guess this is one of them."
He parked behind the sedan. "Oh," Dean said, "that Elizabeth chick, she's in the know."
"Was she the one who attacked us?" Sam asked.
"Nope, saved our asses."
Aaron came around to the Impala's window. "Sam, glad you're awake. This is the house of Anna Kirchstein, she used to work with Timmons and Elizabeth here in occult objects and talismans. She said she had a few rooms for us."
"Awesome," Dean said. "Maybe I can sleep without undead zombie freaks trying to kill me."
"You have the other stone?" Aaron asked.
"Yeah," Sam said. "It's in my jean pocket. Which I guess is in my bag."
"Good, we're giving them to Adam."
"Why?"
"Because he's made of clay and nearly indestructible. Till we can figure out how to destroy them, he'll guard them."
"Can we sleep?" Dean asked.
Aaron shrugged. "I think we should see what they know first. Just in case."
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Primary Post: 09x19 Inject the Venom
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Inject the Venom
Subtitle: Never Give What You Can't Take Back
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,213
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, language, undead
Clayton, Delaware. Sam slept soundly in the bed farthest from the door, but Dean remained wide-awake, counting sheep to the beat of his heart. He didn't realize how difficult it would be to sleep alone after spending three weeks at the Bunker with Castiel. Normally he would chide himself for being a girl, but he was too happy to care.
His mind kept drifting back to the not-zombies, or the ghost-hosts, or whatever the hell they were. The last time members of the Thule Society attacked, they nearly had their asses handed to them, even with the golem on their side. Was Aaron really up for this? He didn't seem like the kind of man who could pull the trigger.
Ninety-eight sheep leaped over his beating heart. They jumped the track of Dean's thoughts, and he slipped under the veil of consciousness into sleep.
Alexander Neumann stood under the cover of the trees, out in the moonlight. Had anyone took the time to look back at him, they would see little more than glinting eyes. Neumann waved his hand, and the bodies of Benjamin Wolfson and Joshua Cassirer appeared.
"Alex," Wolfson said. "What is it?"
"The two men investigating our movements are asleep in that hotel room," Neumann said. "They've spoken with our friend and his pet made of clay. And they also happen to have my possession stone. I think it would be best if they didn't wake up, don't you?"
The phone rang over and over again. It stopped after six times, going to voicemail, but no one left a message. It rang again. Dean rolled towards the phone. The clock read 3:01 AM. Seriously?
"What?" Dean barked.
"Dean, you gotta wake up! Now!"
"Dodge?"
"Something's watching you, and it's gonna make its move - "
Dean heard the floorboards creak outside their door.
"I'm up," Dean said. "Thanks." He dropped the phone on its catch and grabbed the hilt of the shotgun under his pillow. For good measure, he reached along the other pillow, where he kept is machete.
The door bust open, and Dean rotated, firing the shotgun straight towards the intruder, who took the hit and flew back into his companion.
"Sammy! Wake up!" Dean barked.
Sam pulled out his handgun and long knife, but his movements were sluggish. He was far from awake. Dean stood up in nothing more than his damn boxers no less, and reloaded his shotgun. Iron rounds didn't seem to work. Maybe brass would have some effect?
Bang! Bang! Sam shot at one of the bodies, but it took the hits with nothing more than some kickback.
"Silver's useless," Sam said.
"Iron is, too."
The body that once belonged to Benjamin Wolfson made a headlong run at them, and Dean sidestepped him, bringing his machete across once, twice at a devastating angle. His head flew off and the body floundered.
"That'll do," Dean said, firing the brass rounds into the oncoming body. Again, the physical hits jolted the body, but it flinched and kept going.
Meanwhile, the headless body got to its feet and dropped Sam, first to his knees, then landed a blow to the back of his head.
"Hey!" Dean yelled, shoving the second body away. He vaguely remembered something about the stone. He needed to find the stone -
Crack! His own, unloaded shotgun whipped across his back, hitting his kidney. He fell to the ground next to Sam. He twisted around and shot the thing in the eye with the last of his brass rounds. No affect.
Zombies. Dean never thought that'd be what did him in -
A roar broke the air, and Adam the golem dropped the first body, throwing him against the doorframe. He pinned the headless body effortlessly to the wall, but the host that once was Cassirer bolted. Aaron and Elizabeth nearly crashed into it, but the undead bastard escaped.
"Let him go," Dean said. "Till we figure out how to gank his ass."
"Where's his head?" Elizabeth asked, as if she wasn't standing in a room with a decapitated body, two men in their boxers, and a golem.
Aaron found it. He delicately picked it up and put it on the motel table.
"Dude, we eat off of that," Dean said before he checked on Sam.
Elizabeth took another cloth and ran it behind his left ear and then his right, finally producing another stone. The pinned body stopped moving.
"We should burn his remains as soon as possible," she said. "Just in case."
"He okay?" Aaron asked Dean.
"Yeah, but he'll have a bad headache in the morning."
"What about you?" Aaron asked.
"I'll pee a little blood and be fine."
"Then maybe you should pack some stuff, put on some cloths," Elizabeth said, "because clearly someone knows you're here."
"I take it you're not some innocent girlfriend who knows nothing," Dean said dryly.
"And I take it you're not FBI Agents specializing in weird," Elizabeth said.
Dean suddenly realized he was nearly naked, so he casually covered himself, bloody machete still in hand. "If you don't mind," Dean said.
"Right," Aaron took her arm. "Let's take the stiff and burn him. Adam?"
Sam woke half way through the car ride.
"What the hell?" he asked. He saw he had on loose pajama bottoms and a big t-shirt. "What the hell?" he repeated.
"We were attacked by super zombies," Dean said. "I decapitated one of them, and he still brained your ass."
"And?"
"And, you should call and send Dodge some flowers or a new shotgun or whatever you give someone who just saved your ass from Nazi necromancer dicks."
"Huh?"
"She called. That's why I was awake before those things broke into the room."
"Okay, I can buy that. But Dean, what the hell am I wearing?"
"They were the only things you had packed that I could pull on you without...touching too much," Dean said.
"Seriously?" Sam said. "Dude, didn't you change my diapers when I was a baby?"
"I could carry your ass back then, now you're taller than me, and shut up."
Sam laughed. "Where're we going?"
"Aaron's getting us to some safe house."
"Aaron has a safe house?" Sam repeated. "It's like the time I learned Garth had one. But weirder."
"He's been drumming up old JI contacts," Dean said. "So I guess this is one of them."
He parked behind the sedan. "Oh," Dean said, "that Elizabeth chick, she's in the know."
"Was she the one who attacked us?" Sam asked.
"Nope, saved our asses."
Aaron came around to the Impala's window. "Sam, glad you're awake. This is the house of Anna Kirchstein, she used to work with Timmons and Elizabeth here in occult objects and talismans. She said she had a few rooms for us."
"Awesome," Dean said. "Maybe I can sleep without undead zombie freaks trying to kill me."
"You have the other stone?" Aaron asked.
"Yeah," Sam said. "It's in my jean pocket. Which I guess is in my bag."
"Good, we're giving them to Adam."
"Why?"
"Because he's made of clay and nearly indestructible. Till we can figure out how to destroy them, he'll guard them."
"Can we sleep?" Dean asked.
Aaron shrugged. "I think we should see what they know first. Just in case."
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