09x21 - The Montage Jack -Part Five: Royal Flush
Episode number: 09x21 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: The Montage Jack
Subtitle: Royal Flush
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,248
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, angst, language
Sam bucked at the ropes holding him down, but they had some kind of special attribute, magic even. When he heard screams from the other room, though, he struggled harder against the bindings.
"You keep that up and you'll get yourself a nasty skin burn," Kull said calmly.
"Screw you!" Sam yelled back.
A man in his late thirties entered the cavernous room. He seemed out of place, but he approached purposefully. Kull looked him over casually.
"You're new," Kull said, "and we both know, there's nothing new."
The man, Harvelle, took a knife and drew it across his forearm, revealing dark black blood.
"Strange form you've taken," Kull remarked dryly.
"Working on disguising myself," Harvelle replied.
"From who? The only other creature in creation who can see us as ourselves is Castiel," Kull replied.
Harvelle's face pulled into a taut smile. "Given the circumstances, I thought it would be tactful."
Kull sized him up, never letting his curious smile leave his eyes. "I have business to attend to. Therion will be very displeased to find this one is has gotten free. You understand?"
Harvelle nodded slowly.
"Standing orders also include no eating or snacking," Kull added before he vanished.
"So you're Kull's stooge?" Sam said.
"Hardly," Harvelle replied.
He moved to Sam and untied him, speaking quickly. "My name is Harvelle. In life, I was William Anthony - "
"Ellen's husband?" Sam asked.
"And Jo's father," he added.
Sam decked the man across the face only to feel his digits snapping. "Damn it!" he grunted.
Harvelle snatched Sam's hand and healed it. When Cas healed, it was like warmth rejuvenating the body from the inside out. But this - Harvelle's touch - was more like resetting. Sam felt like his molecules and cells went back in time to the moments before he broke his hand.
It was unnerving.
"I understand your reservations, Sam," Harvelle said. "I am not a Leviathan. Understand? I am here to rescue the Visionary."
"The who?"
"Visionary, the one that Heaven sends visions to."
Sam weighed his options. He never heard of Leviathan's healing other people, but he never met William Harvelle in his human form. How could he be sure?
"If anything happens to Dodge," Sam said, "I don't care what you are, I will find a way to kill you."
"There'll be no need. Come on!"
Dodge slumped over as Therion waved her hand and untied her.
"What are you doing?" Dodge asked, her words sloppy. It felt like she had just been electrocuted.
"Someone needs to give you a lift," Therion replied mildly. "There's no way for humans to traverse to the surface from here - "
Crack! Therion hit the stony wall of the cave, and an invisible force held her in place.
Sam ran to Dodge and lifted her to her feet.
"Sam? You doing that?" she asked.
"No, I've got a friend. I guess," Sam said, nodding to Harvelle.
"A half-breed monster shouldn't lay a finger on the servants of Heaven!" Harvelle said, throwing what looked like a fireball at Therion.
It hit her straight in the face, but nothing happened. Then her body changed. The human features blended seamlessly into a semi-reptilian creature with eight long, spider-like legs. Therion's face comprised almost exclusively of deep green eyes, and her mouth was nothing but layers of razor-like protuberances.
"What. The. Hell!" Sam articulated
Harvelle took hold of the Winchester and Visionary and vanished above ground, leaving the slimy beast to her cave.
"Sam? Sam? Is that you?" Dean said into his phone, his voice half-relieved, half-disbelieving.
Castiel waited for his hunter to speak again but that didn't happen for several minutes.
"You - you're sure? And you're both - you know, alive? And okay?" Dean said. "Good, then, I'll see you at home. Just don't get kidnapped again on the way."
Dean hung up and looked at Castiel.
"What is it?"
"Sam said that, uh, Jo - you remember Jo?"
"The young woman who went with us to kill Lucifer," Cas said. "She and her mother died on that mission."
"Yeah, Sam said her father - William Harvelle - saved them," Dean said. "He tricked Kull into thinking he was a Leviathan and then blipped them out."
"A ghost?" Cas asked.
"No, according to Harvelle, he's an angel," Dean replied. "That possible?"
"You, Kevin, and your brother pulled that Great Lever yourselves," Cas said. "Human souls now can become angels, through a process of transformation. If they choose."
"Yeah but angels - they don't trick monsters into thinking they're Leviathans. No offense, but you guys are very blow'em up, dick'em and stick'em kinda thing."
Castiel smiled. "But humans do use trickery and wiles to outsmart more powerful foe," Cas said. "That is one of the benefits of humans-become-angels. They transcend but their humanity is still a part of them."
Dean exhaled. "So it's not some kind of screwed up trick, right? They're - they're both okay?"
Cas put his hand on Dean's shoulder and pulled him into a long kiss. "They're fine. We should return to them."
"I'm sorry I lied," Dodge said.
They were halfway to the bunker from where they parked the car in Oklahoma. She wanted to say something earlier, but the whammy Therion put on her made her feel weak and hollow for a few hours.
"You know, I get it," Sam said. "You wanted to go. I just don't get why you lied to do it."
"Because you wouldn't let me go. Not after the mess I've been for days," she said. "Like I said, you don't - "
"Stop saying that!" Sam raised his voice. He brought it back down when he continued. "Look, you don't know me all that well, either. You don't know any the crap I've done, what I've lived with. Not really. That doesn't mean you don't know me."
"But you got close to me when my life was inside-out and upside down," she said. "I can't even explain."
"Maybe you can just trust that I'm not an idiot," Sam suggested. "Neither of us is some twenty-year-old kid. We've both got stuff, even without our jobs, okay? So, can't we just, you know, move on without all the freaking drama?"
She smiled weakly. "You mean like being kidnapped by a giant reptile-arachnid?"
Sam laughed, but he felt a little sick. Something told him that, while Dodge might like him, she wouldn't be around him if she was able to be a full-time FBI Agent again.
"You sure you're okay?" Sam asked. "Whatever Therion did to you, it looked pretty harsh."
"I don't think she finished," Dodge said. "I mean, I'm alive, right?"
"I'm glad."
"Me too."
Dodge leaned her head against the window and shut her eyes. According to Therion, she wouldn't get any more visions. She wanted to believe it. She wanted to believe she had her job back and her life back, but then again, Therion appeared to be human before turning into a large, ugly spider-thing. And she killed Aviada. So maybe it was best not to take her word on anything.
Harvelle asked her about what happened, just as Sam did. Dodge lied to him completely because - she didn't want him to fix it. That was the truth.
'Sometimes enemies win because you simply lack the will,' Dodge thought to herself. She swallowed her disappointed and rested. She told herself that she could tell Sam about it tomorrow or the day after. It was all the justification she needed to fall asleep.
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09x22 Heatseeker
Primary Post: 09x21 The Montage Jack
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: The Montage Jack
Subtitle: Royal Flush
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,248
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, angst, language
Sam bucked at the ropes holding him down, but they had some kind of special attribute, magic even. When he heard screams from the other room, though, he struggled harder against the bindings.
"You keep that up and you'll get yourself a nasty skin burn," Kull said calmly.
"Screw you!" Sam yelled back.
A man in his late thirties entered the cavernous room. He seemed out of place, but he approached purposefully. Kull looked him over casually.
"You're new," Kull said, "and we both know, there's nothing new."
The man, Harvelle, took a knife and drew it across his forearm, revealing dark black blood.
"Strange form you've taken," Kull remarked dryly.
"Working on disguising myself," Harvelle replied.
"From who? The only other creature in creation who can see us as ourselves is Castiel," Kull replied.
Harvelle's face pulled into a taut smile. "Given the circumstances, I thought it would be tactful."
Kull sized him up, never letting his curious smile leave his eyes. "I have business to attend to. Therion will be very displeased to find this one is has gotten free. You understand?"
Harvelle nodded slowly.
"Standing orders also include no eating or snacking," Kull added before he vanished.
"So you're Kull's stooge?" Sam said.
"Hardly," Harvelle replied.
He moved to Sam and untied him, speaking quickly. "My name is Harvelle. In life, I was William Anthony - "
"Ellen's husband?" Sam asked.
"And Jo's father," he added.
Sam decked the man across the face only to feel his digits snapping. "Damn it!" he grunted.
Harvelle snatched Sam's hand and healed it. When Cas healed, it was like warmth rejuvenating the body from the inside out. But this - Harvelle's touch - was more like resetting. Sam felt like his molecules and cells went back in time to the moments before he broke his hand.
It was unnerving.
"I understand your reservations, Sam," Harvelle said. "I am not a Leviathan. Understand? I am here to rescue the Visionary."
"The who?"
"Visionary, the one that Heaven sends visions to."
Sam weighed his options. He never heard of Leviathan's healing other people, but he never met William Harvelle in his human form. How could he be sure?
"If anything happens to Dodge," Sam said, "I don't care what you are, I will find a way to kill you."
"There'll be no need. Come on!"
Dodge slumped over as Therion waved her hand and untied her.
"What are you doing?" Dodge asked, her words sloppy. It felt like she had just been electrocuted.
"Someone needs to give you a lift," Therion replied mildly. "There's no way for humans to traverse to the surface from here - "
Crack! Therion hit the stony wall of the cave, and an invisible force held her in place.
Sam ran to Dodge and lifted her to her feet.
"Sam? You doing that?" she asked.
"No, I've got a friend. I guess," Sam said, nodding to Harvelle.
"A half-breed monster shouldn't lay a finger on the servants of Heaven!" Harvelle said, throwing what looked like a fireball at Therion.
It hit her straight in the face, but nothing happened. Then her body changed. The human features blended seamlessly into a semi-reptilian creature with eight long, spider-like legs. Therion's face comprised almost exclusively of deep green eyes, and her mouth was nothing but layers of razor-like protuberances.
"What. The. Hell!" Sam articulated
Harvelle took hold of the Winchester and Visionary and vanished above ground, leaving the slimy beast to her cave.
"Sam? Sam? Is that you?" Dean said into his phone, his voice half-relieved, half-disbelieving.
Castiel waited for his hunter to speak again but that didn't happen for several minutes.
"You - you're sure? And you're both - you know, alive? And okay?" Dean said. "Good, then, I'll see you at home. Just don't get kidnapped again on the way."
Dean hung up and looked at Castiel.
"What is it?"
"Sam said that, uh, Jo - you remember Jo?"
"The young woman who went with us to kill Lucifer," Cas said. "She and her mother died on that mission."
"Yeah, Sam said her father - William Harvelle - saved them," Dean said. "He tricked Kull into thinking he was a Leviathan and then blipped them out."
"A ghost?" Cas asked.
"No, according to Harvelle, he's an angel," Dean replied. "That possible?"
"You, Kevin, and your brother pulled that Great Lever yourselves," Cas said. "Human souls now can become angels, through a process of transformation. If they choose."
"Yeah but angels - they don't trick monsters into thinking they're Leviathans. No offense, but you guys are very blow'em up, dick'em and stick'em kinda thing."
Castiel smiled. "But humans do use trickery and wiles to outsmart more powerful foe," Cas said. "That is one of the benefits of humans-become-angels. They transcend but their humanity is still a part of them."
Dean exhaled. "So it's not some kind of screwed up trick, right? They're - they're both okay?"
Cas put his hand on Dean's shoulder and pulled him into a long kiss. "They're fine. We should return to them."
"I'm sorry I lied," Dodge said.
They were halfway to the bunker from where they parked the car in Oklahoma. She wanted to say something earlier, but the whammy Therion put on her made her feel weak and hollow for a few hours.
"You know, I get it," Sam said. "You wanted to go. I just don't get why you lied to do it."
"Because you wouldn't let me go. Not after the mess I've been for days," she said. "Like I said, you don't - "
"Stop saying that!" Sam raised his voice. He brought it back down when he continued. "Look, you don't know me all that well, either. You don't know any the crap I've done, what I've lived with. Not really. That doesn't mean you don't know me."
"But you got close to me when my life was inside-out and upside down," she said. "I can't even explain."
"Maybe you can just trust that I'm not an idiot," Sam suggested. "Neither of us is some twenty-year-old kid. We've both got stuff, even without our jobs, okay? So, can't we just, you know, move on without all the freaking drama?"
She smiled weakly. "You mean like being kidnapped by a giant reptile-arachnid?"
Sam laughed, but he felt a little sick. Something told him that, while Dodge might like him, she wouldn't be around him if she was able to be a full-time FBI Agent again.
"You sure you're okay?" Sam asked. "Whatever Therion did to you, it looked pretty harsh."
"I don't think she finished," Dodge said. "I mean, I'm alive, right?"
"I'm glad."
"Me too."
Dodge leaned her head against the window and shut her eyes. According to Therion, she wouldn't get any more visions. She wanted to believe it. She wanted to believe she had her job back and her life back, but then again, Therion appeared to be human before turning into a large, ugly spider-thing. And she killed Aviada. So maybe it was best not to take her word on anything.
Harvelle asked her about what happened, just as Sam did. Dodge lied to him completely because - she didn't want him to fix it. That was the truth.
'Sometimes enemies win because you simply lack the will,' Dodge thought to herself. She swallowed her disappointed and rested. She told herself that she could tell Sam about it tomorrow or the day after. It was all the justification she needed to fall asleep.
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09x22 Heatseeker
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Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)