Oncidium Orchid (9/10)
Title: Oncidium Orchid (9/10)
Rating: NC-17
Author: dustandluv
Characters: Jo/Dean, Sam
Summary: Jo and Dean hunt for Sam.
Warnings/Spoilers: Up to Born Under a Bad Sign
Author's Note: Eep, only one more chapter!
Thank you to bloggybugg for being a great beta again! <3
Chapter Nine: Winchester Life
Previous Chapters: / 1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7/ 8/
Des Moines, Iowa
Karen clears a spot on the floor for Dean to sit, but he remains standing. “How can you help?” he asks, a little impatient.
“I may have an idea where Sam took Joanna.”
“What do you mean, 'an idea'? I don't have time for anything but the facts.” It is hard for Dean not to get frustrated with Karen. She is so unspecific and flutters around like a kid. He takes a breath. “Do you know or not?”
Karen doesn't seem to pick up on Dean's anxious tone; instead, she looks excited. Like this is all some game. “You're supposed to meet Sam, in Illinois... right?” She doesn't wait for an answer. “I know I've got at least a couple pages somewhere about a place the demon has down there... a hideout... or something.”
Dean rubs his forehead. “Why didn't you say anything earlier?”
She smiles apologetically and replies, “Just remembered now.”
“Okay lady, Illinois ain't a small place. Can you narrow it down at all?”
“Galesburg!” she exclaims.
“What?”
“I'm 90% sure it's there. Huge railroad yard.” She find the papers she needs on top of a plate of crumbs. Her eyes flick across the notes behind her huge glasses. “I didn't write what the building looks like from the outside... but it's old... with a basement. I bet that's where he took Joanna,” she says triumphantly.
“Can I take those?” Dean asks, gesturing to the papers she was glancing over. Karen hands them over and Dean folds them neatly, tucking them into his jacket pocket next to the documentation of the murder Jo committed. “Thanks for uh, helping me.” It’s time to leave. He feels sort of bad leaving her here in the mess of the Winchester life, but he has a brother to stop, and a girl to save.
Karen gives him a knowing smile. “I understand you're real, but to me you're still my character. I know you, and I know you gotta get out of here and do this on your own. It was a pleasure meeting you, Dean Winchester.”
Galesburg, Illinois
Dean drives the Impala long and hard, not counting the hours or days that are passing him by. It all bleeds into one stretch of highway, a promise of violence at the end.
The sun sets before Dean even reaches Galesburg. The railroad yard is eerie in the dark, and his prize is looming just out of sight. He’s prepared and ready for action. He carries more firepower than he thought he'd ever need before. Deep down he wishes he won't have to use a single weapon against his brother, but he’s ready to do whatever needs to be done.
A wooden house among the train tracks catches Dean's attention. This has to be the place. He holds his shotgun steady and kicks open the frail door. The door falls off its hinges and thuds onto the rough floor. Silence. He creeps into the room just as a fist connects with his jaw. The shotgun is ripped from his grip. He doesn't even get a good look at his attacker until he's pinned on the floor by an older man with dark hair.
“Thanks Bill, but I can take it from here. Leave.” Dean recognizes that voice. He looks up to see Sam coming up from a cellar across the room. The thug named Bill gets off Dean and goes down into the basement without saying a word. Dean gets to his feet. He looks around for his shotgun but can't see it anywhere. Sam grins the grin that Dean remembers so well. “Good to see ya, Dean,” Sam says gleefully. “I was starting to doubt you'd show up at all!”
The place is filthy. Dean wipes some dirt off his jeans. “Yeah, had some car troubles,” he tells the demon sarcastically. “Do you have Jo tied up here somewhere?” He looks pointedly at the cellar door.
“Of course not.” Sam doesn't even try to make it sound less like a lie.
Dean ignores his answer and comments, “Man, I always knew you wanted to get into that girl's panties, but isn't this a little extreme?” He gives Sam a small sideways smile.
The demon rolls Sam's eyes. “Ah, always with the humour, Dean.”
Dean grins a little wider. “One of us has to be funny or the annual Winchester family reunion would be bleak, dude.”
Sam steps closer and says in a not at all sympathetic voice, “Sorry to tell ya Dean, but there's no one left to come to your family reunions. You're the only Winchester left. Pity.”
Fun time's over. Dean's smile disappears. Time for business. “What do you want from me?”
“I want you to lead an army.”
“You have got to be shittin' me,” Dean says with a frown. “There's no way I'm leading some un-dead, cracked up army of your’s. No way in hell.”
Sam leans against the wall beside Dean. “Jo's gone. There's nothing left for you. Do this for me, and you'll have a reason to live.”
“No fucking way, man.”
Sam's fingers are suddenly around Dean's throat. He claws at Sam's hand, fighting to breathe. “You will do this for me, or you will die. It's all up to you, brother.” Dean just stops struggling and regards his younger brother with dull eyes, daring him to do it. Daring Sam to kill him. The demon was right, there is nothing left here for him.
Sam growls and throws Dean with such force that he goes right through the opposite wall. Dean rolls onto a train track where he lays and fights to get his breathing back to normal. He gets up and pulls out a second gun from beneath his jacket just as Sam climbs outside through the huge hole Dean made in the house.
“Dean, you don't understand what you're turning down!” Sam yells, coming quickly towards him. Dean knows what has to be done. He shoots at his brother but Sam sees it coming and easily gets out of the way. The demon is just too fast and kicks the gun out of Dean's hands before he even has time to react. Two guns gone. The fight is not going well for Dean.
Sam kicks again and manages to clip the side of Dean's face with his boot. Dean tries to ignore the pain and grabs his brother's leg and uses the momentum to bring Sam to the ground. Dean's a little shaky on his feet and Sam easily trips him. Both brothers lay panting on the ground for a second.
“Last chance, Dean,” the demon says quietly, but Dean hears it loud and clear.
“I'd rather go to hell,” Dean replies just as quietly.
Sam sighs. “Fine.” In a flash, Sam's on Dean with his shotgun shoved into Dean’s face. “Any last words before I blow your brains all over these rusty train tracks?” the demon asks, still hopeful.
“Yes.” He pauses. “Sorry Sammy,” Dean says softly and shoves a big ass blade into his little brother's stomach.
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