Fic: Kira's Revenge - Chapter Five
Title: Kira's Revenge
Author: Gidgetgal9
Summary: An old enemy strikes and the boys don't stand a chance. Takes place S4 after Monster Movie. Sequel to Heart's Desire (here). You need to read the first story for this story to make much sense.
Rating: PG-13
Banner: The super talented
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Kira's Revenge
Chapter Five
Dean felt better now they had a plan, and he had every confidence that in the end his brother would be cured. The evil in his body gone.
After making the decision to wait and do the supply run tomorrow, Dean headed out to the Impala and brought in what supplies they had. He also checked the break room and discovered a bag of ice.
He snagged that and then headed back to the living area in the warehouse. Entering the bedroom area he found his brother's chain stretched with his brother deposited in front of the small fridge that was located in the kitchenette.
“Whatcha doing Sammy?” Dean was a little concerned that his brother was already breaking his fast.
Sam turned around with a scrunched up face. “Dude, no one ever cleaned this thing out when they left. It's full of science experiments. It's exactly what I was afraid of.”
Dean relaxed a bit. Leave it to Sammy, to always be thinking.
“Huh, well who knows when the last person occupied this place. I'm sure the cabinets have some outdated stuff.” Dean moved over to the small kitchen table and deposited his bag of ice and supplies.
Sam turned and winced a bit at the sight of the ice. He quickly recovered and pointed to Dean's duffel bag.
“Did you bring in any salt? I mean I know we got rid of the ghost, but it might help keep out anything that might interfere with our experiment.”
Dean nodded. “Yep, never leave home without it. So are we calling this the Sammy experiment?”
Sam grinned and looked a lot more relaxed. “Sure, but if we find a cure you'll probably get to name it. The guinea pig never gets recognition.”
Dean smirked. “So we call it the incredible Dean cure?”
“Whatever floats your boat, I don't mind letting you take credit for this crock pot idea.” Sam opened a cabinet under the sink as he spoke.
“Bitch.”
“Bingo.” Sam replied and Dean gave him a puzzled look.
“Bingo is better than jerk now?” Dean shook his head.
“No, you are a jerk. I yelled bingo because I found trash bags. Which is good considering we need to get rid of the bio hazard in the fridge.” Sam grabbed a bag and moved to the front of the fridge.
“Yahtzee is much classier than bingo but then I am the classy one.” Dean smirked as Sam huffed at him.
“Dean, would you shut your trap and help me?”
“Uh, remember I'm the classy one, you can take care of the trash.” Dean suppressed a chuckle as his brother cursed him.
“Fine, but at least make yourself useful and lay some salt lines!”
Dean nodded and pulled out the salt container, humming to himself as he poured salt around the room. He was thorough, and covered all the whole room. Dean just hoped it would keep out the bad and allow him and Sammy the privacy they would need to complete their task.
Sam gagged as dragged the trash bag towards Dean.
“Sam, warn a man. That's just gross.” Dean pulled his shirt up over his nose.
“Yes it is, and since I can't leave the room... Sam pulled on his chain in emphasis and pushed the bag towards Dean, “you get the honors of running it to the dumpster before the whole room reeks.”
“Yeah, yeah Princess, I'll take care of the trash for ya.” Dean grabbed the bag and tried to keep his shirt over his nose as he dragged the bag to the door. He lifted it quickly to get if over the salt line, and almost lost the contents of his stomach.
Dean could hear a laugh behind him as he left the room.
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Sam chuckled at the comical sight of his brother trying to make it out of the room with the stink bomb in his hands. Once Dean was gone, fear replaced his glee. Kira usually made her appearance while his brother was gone. She had taunted him not fifteen minutes ago while Dean was getting supplies.
He had hope that the salt would be powerful enough to keep the witch out of the room. His concerns turned to relief when he heard a screech and cursing.
“Damn you Sam.”
Sam sat down on his bed and smiled. “Yeah, thought you would like the salt.”
“Oh live it up Sam, because a little salt is not going to stop me. I can still watch as your brother tortures the evil out of you and then I get to watch him die when he fails.” Kira's tone was smug.
“Winchesters never lose bitch, just wait and see.”
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Dean returned to the room to find Sam on the computer. The sight made him smile, once a Geek Boy always a Geek Boy.
“What you looking at?” Dean asked as he moved to the kitchen table, taking time to put away their supplies.
“I was just checking email. Dean, I was thinking that maybe we need to contact Bobby and let him know that we are taking a break? I mean, he wouldn't like it if we just cut him off and he would kill us once he found us.”
Dean scratched his head. “Yeah he deserves to know that we're not hunting right now.”
He sighed and pulled out his cell phone, flipping it open. “What exactly do we say? I'm not good at lying to him.”
Sam's eyes scrunched in thought. “I could talk to him.”
Dean wasn't sure that Sam could do a better job but he was happy to give up the task of lying to Bobby.
He reluctantly held the phone out for Sam.
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Sam schooled his features, he couldn't let Dean know how desperate he was to talk to Bobby. He needed to find a way to alert Bobby but he wasn't sure how. At least he had let Bobby know that Dean was acting strange the last time they talked.
Sam hit speed dial and took a calming breath. He tried to focus on the task and not his brother who was hovering over him.
“Dean?” Bobby answered.
“Uh, no this is Sam, I'm just using Dean's phone.” Sam tried to keep the stress of the situation out of his voice. It was hard to keep his emotions in check. The situation they were in was frightening and Bobby might be their only chance.
“Trying to keep the old man on his toes huh? Or is your phone out of commission?” There was a note of concern in the older hunter's voice.
“Nah, Dean's phone was the one that was handy. So Bobby you remember when we spoke after the last hunt, and I mentioned that we were needing a break?” Sam could see Dean's facial expression becoming puzzled.
“I remember you saying that Dean wanted to stop hunting and that he was acting a bit weird. Is that what this call is about?”
“Yes, after all that we need a break. In fact we're staying in the area of the last hunt and just taking a break.” Sam watched as Dean tensed at that statement.
“Huh, well okay if that's what Dean needs.”
Dean grabbed the phone glaring at Sam. “Hey Bobby, so that's about it. We're taking a break so don't contact us about any hunts for now. Just call if there is an emergency, because we want to focus on relaxing.”
“Alright Dean, just keep in touch.”
“Will do.” Dean clicked off the phone and stuffed it in his pocket.
“What the hell Sam? Your tone was all emo. Poor Bobby would have thought we were in deep shit if you had kept up that crap.”
“Sorry Dean, I'm trying, I really am, but to be honest all of this is a bit overwhelming.” Sam gave his full puppy dog look hoping that it would work on his cursed brother.
Dean nodded and sighed. “I'm sorry too Sam, I know this isn't going to be a picnic for you. I promise that it is for the best.”
Sam gave him a forced smile. “I know.”
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Dean took a moment to take in his brother. Things had been going well since they made the decision to try and cure Sam, but now Dean could see how tense his brother was.
This had to be hard on the kid. Hell it was hard on him. The thought of doing those things to Sam was far from pleasant but if it meant curing his brother, then it would be worth it.
He just needed to get Sam to relax that would help them both.
Sighing he sat down next to his brother. “Sammy, talk to me, how can we make this less stressful for you?”
Sam stared at his own hands, shoulders slumped. “I don't know. Part of me is excited at the prospect of being free of this curse that has plagued me all my life, but I'm afraid of this not working.”
“We have to be positive Sam. Let me see your hands.” Dean gave Sam a reassuring smile as his little brother presented his hands. Dean quickly unlocked the handcuffs.
“What are you doing Dean?” Sam asked as he rubbed his wrists.
“Trying to get you to relax, so just trust me.” Dean stood up and pulled the chain and cuffs into a pile letting the fall nosily to the floor.
“Alright Sammy, I need you to lay on your stomach.” Dean smirked at the surprised look on his little brother's face.
“You want me to what?” Sam stammered out.
“I want you to lay on your stomach, so do it.” Dean struggled to keep the laughter in at the sight of his astonished brother.
“I don't understand.” Sam said slowly obeying Dean.
“It's very simple my dear little brother. You are stressed out and I'm going to help you relax. I'll have you know that I'm very good with my hands.” Dean replied as he began unbuttoning his shirt cuff and pushing the sleeves out of the way.
“But, I..”
“For Christ's Sake, I'm just going to give you a backrub Sammy, so quite stammering like a virgin protecting his virginity.” Dean chuckled at the hand gesture his brother gave him.
“Dean, some how I doubt getting a back rub from you is going to relax me in the least. Creep me out yes, but relax me - no I don't think so.” Sam huffed out laying his head down on the pillow.
“You must be getting senile in your old age there Sammy. I used to do this for you all the time. Remember when you went through growing pains? Those leg cramps that kept you awake at night? I became quite adept at easing those sore muscles and allowing you to sleep if I remember correctly.” Dean replied as he propped down next to his brother.
“I'd forgotten. But this is still weird.” Sam's voice was muffled by the pillow.
Dean reached out and started working the muscles at his brother's neck. The kid tensed at first but was soon groaning in pleasure.
“I see I haven't lost my touch.” Dean replied smugly once Sam began to relax.
Sam gave a muffled huff. “Still weird.”
“I never did thank you for forcing me to learn how to give a good back rub. It came in handy many times with the ladies. Had them eating out of my hands.” Dean chuckled as his brother tensed and winced at his words.
“TMI Dean! Just shut up, please.”
“Sure thing little brother.” Dean felt happy that he was able to provide a little relief during this tense period in their lives. He just hoped that he would be able to continue to give his brother comfort of the coming week.
To be continued...