Fic: The Saints Of Bangor (1/?)
Title: The Saints Of Bangor (1/?)
Author: bluegemeyes
Beta: littlealex, who is probably my most hardcore beta ever. But I can’t be mad, since she’s almost always right. Plus, she rocks. :D I love you and your English teacher betas, hun! Guess we're stuck with each other, W00T! LOL!
Dedication: This story is dedicated to my brother, Ethan, without whom the character of Jake/Veri would not have been possible. :D Much love, little man!
Prompt: 16. Mosso (Italian: moved, agitated) more, with motion or animation~fighting, leaving (for 18coda) It also fits 5. Footsteps for 7rainbowprompts, and 13. Weapon for spn_25
Fandom Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean, OMC, OFC
Rating: For this part…let’s say PG-15
Word Count: 1,186
Spoilers: None, completely AU
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: You know how you get those random ideas once in a while that just won’t leave you alone? And you have to sit up and jot down everything you can think of, even though you’d like nothing more than to go to sleep? Yeah. This was one of those ideas for me.
Brief summary of this part: Sam and Dean are in Bangor, Maine hunting a werewolf. By chance (or maybe it's fate, who knows?), they meet Veri & Tas, brother and sister with abilities they haven't seen before. After a few missteps, they agree to give the Winchesters some answers.
A couple things on how to pronounce the OC’s names: “Veri” is pronounced like “very”. “Tas” is pronounced like “tahs”.
The usual disclaimer applies: the boys are not mine and never have been. They belong to Eric Kripke and the CW, etc., etc., blah blah blah. Please don’t sue, I have no money, and all that jazz. :D Enjoy the story, and remember: comments are my crack and much better for me!
“And Truth’s sister is Justice
Their mother is Grace
And their father is Strength
They shall find Honor
And his brother, Compassion
They will be each other’s teachers
On the long, unforgiving road
And by the grace of God
They shall triumph.”
“Sam! SAM! Give me the gun with the silver bullets! NOW! Hurry up!” Dean yelled, his eyes going impossibly wide.
“Fuck you, Dean! You try loading a revolver and running full-tilt at the same time!” Sam shouted back, pushing in the last bullet and tossing the gun to Dean, who caught it and fired three shots in rapid succession. But either the werewolf was exceptionally fast, or it was too dark to see, and all three shots missed.
“It’s only a six-shooter, Dean!” Sam called, managing to sound worried and the tiniest bit mocking at the same time.
“Thank you, 60 Minutes!” Dean shouted back. He took two more shots, missed both times, and cursed loudly.
“And fuck this fog, too!” he finished. “Whoever heard of a werewolf in Bangor, Maine, anyway?”
“It definitely wasn’t this foggy when we got here,” Sam said, mockery gone from his voice.
“Well, we are on the coast, Sammy.”
“Screw you, Dean. Since when does fog get this thick in less than 15 minutes, anyway? It’s just…crazy.”
Dean just stared at him. “Last time I checked, we made our living - or lack thereof - off crazy.”
No sooner had Dean finished his sentence than a gunshot split the eerie silence. There was a pained howl, another shot, and then everything went quiet.
“Put the gun down, Tas,” they heard a young man’s voice say nearby.
“Gotta make sure it’s dead, Veri.” This voice was a young woman's, presumably Tas.
“There’s a hole in its chest, one in its head, and there’s blood all over the ground. It’s dead, Tas. Put the gun away.”
Tas mumbled something inaudible. Then she asked, “What happened to those two men? One of them almost shot me, I’d like to return the favor.”
“Tas. You can’t shoot everyone who pisses you off, remember? That’s one of the rules.” The guy, Veri, said resignedly.
“Rules, schmules,” she replied.
“Can we go find those guys now?” Veri asked. “We should probably check if they’re all right.”
“Yeah, yeah…”
Sam looked over at Dean, trying to discern his expression through the fog.
“What are we gonna do?” Sam asked, almost inaudibly.
“Stand our ground,” Dean whispered back. “We’ll load up with regular bullets, though, just in case. You got your revolver?” Sam nodded, pulling it from its usual place at the small of his back.
As they reloaded their guns, two sets of footsteps grew louder and closer. As the final bullets slid into place, two figures emerged from the fog. Purely on reflex, Sam and Dean trained their weapons on the newcomers, faces set, hands never wavering.
“Whoa, whoa, easy!” said Veri. “We come in peace.”
“Well, he does, anyway,” Tas muttered, examining her fingernails.
“Tas!”
“What? I’m just stating the obvious…”
Veri sighed, rolling his eyes. “Allow me to apologize for my sister. I’m Jake, this is Morgan. Seriously, guys, we don’t mean you any harm, so how ‘bout putting down the guns, OK? Because when Tas has a weapon trained on her, her skin starts to itch and she gets the urge to shoot something. Usually whatever’s threatening her.”
“Are you threatening us?” Dean asked calmly, not lowering his gun an inch.
“Not yet,” Tas replied. In the blink of an eye, she was holding a gun on both Winchesters. “Now I am.” She smirked, looking rather pleased with herself.
“TAS!” thundered Veri’s voice. “PUT THE GUNS AWAY, OR SO HELP ME GOD…”
“YEAH?!” Tas thundered back. “WHAT’RE YOU AND GOD GONNA DO ABOUT ?!”
Veri shouted a few words in what sounded like Latin, and his right hand glowed supernova bright. Sam, Dean, and Tas’ guns all burned red-hot, causing their owners to shout in pain and surprise and drop them. Then, they could only watch as what had once been guns became molten puddles on the sidewalk.
“That Colt 1911 was my favorite gun, Ver. Put it right,” Tas growled.
Veri smirked. “Make me.”
Tas’s face split into an feral grin. “My pleasure.”
A globe of blue light formed around her left hand, which she then flicked upward, an almost careless gesture. Veri flew 15 feet into the air and hovered there, a puppet on invisible strings.
“Gonna put it right now?” Tas called from the ground.
“Fine, yes!” Veri shouted back.
She jerked her head at Sam and Dean. “Theirs too?”
“Yes, yes! Just put me down!”
Tas lowered her hand slowly so that Veri’s descent was much more controlled than his rise.
“You know I hate heights,” he grumbled, crouching over the four puddles of gun metal. He waved his hand over them, restoring all four weapons. He then picked them up and handed them back to their owners.
“Yeah, well, you ought to know by now that as big sister, I don’t have to play fair. Haven’t done it for 20 years, ain’t gonna start now.”
“Sorry about all that,” Veri apologized to Sam and Dean. “Sometimes my sister just doesn’t listen, and it pisses me off-“
“Yeah, Ver, ‘cuz you’re such a great listener,” Tas sniped, wiping down her guns one last time and sticking them in her hip holsters.
“Uhm…” was all Dean could say.
“Who ARE you guys?!” Sam demanded.
“WHAT are you guys?!” Dean chimed in, his focus coming back.
Brother and sister looked at each other. They seemed to be communicating telepathically. Finally, Tas said, “That’s kind of a long story, and we’d love to tell you, but not here. Would you guys like to come and have a drink with us?”
Neither of them said anything, but Sam eyed Tas’ gun with pointed wariness.
Veri sighed. “We agree to a truce for the length of the conversation, and half an hour once it’s ended. We wish you no harm, we only want to talk to you.”
“Plus, we’re buying,” Tas chimed in.
“That, too.”
Now it was Sam and Dean’s turn to do a little telepathic communication. They’d been reading each other for so long, all one of them had to do was raise an eyebrow or tilt his head to get the point across. Dean raised his eyebrow, Sam pouted, Dean gave his famous 'come on, are you kidding?' look, and finally they reached a consensus.
“We accept your terms,” Sam said.
“But we’re driving,” Dean added quickly.
“No problem,” Tas replied.
“And we get to pick the place.”
“Fine.”
“And if you pull a weapon on us, we reserve the right to kill you,” Dean added.
“Over my dead body!” Tas said hotly, taking a step towards Dean. Veri’s arm flew up, and she slammed into it like it was an iron barrier.
“How about…you reserve the right to try?” Veri suggested.
Sam huffed out a small laugh of surprise. “Dean, I think we might’ve found someone even more arrogant than you.”
“Somehow I doubt that’s possible,” Tas muttered.
Author: bluegemeyes
Beta: littlealex, who is probably my most hardcore beta ever. But I can’t be mad, since she’s almost always right. Plus, she rocks. :D I love you and your English teacher betas, hun! Guess we're stuck with each other, W00T! LOL!
Dedication: This story is dedicated to my brother, Ethan, without whom the character of Jake/Veri would not have been possible. :D Much love, little man!
Prompt: 16. Mosso (Italian: moved, agitated) more, with motion or animation~fighting, leaving (for 18coda) It also fits 5. Footsteps for 7rainbowprompts, and 13. Weapon for spn_25
Fandom Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean, OMC, OFC
Rating: For this part…let’s say PG-15
Word Count: 1,186
Spoilers: None, completely AU
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: You know how you get those random ideas once in a while that just won’t leave you alone? And you have to sit up and jot down everything you can think of, even though you’d like nothing more than to go to sleep? Yeah. This was one of those ideas for me.
Brief summary of this part: Sam and Dean are in Bangor, Maine hunting a werewolf. By chance (or maybe it's fate, who knows?), they meet Veri & Tas, brother and sister with abilities they haven't seen before. After a few missteps, they agree to give the Winchesters some answers.
A couple things on how to pronounce the OC’s names: “Veri” is pronounced like “very”. “Tas” is pronounced like “tahs”.
The usual disclaimer applies: the boys are not mine and never have been. They belong to Eric Kripke and the CW, etc., etc., blah blah blah. Please don’t sue, I have no money, and all that jazz. :D Enjoy the story, and remember: comments are my crack and much better for me!
“And Truth’s sister is Justice
Their mother is Grace
And their father is Strength
They shall find Honor
And his brother, Compassion
They will be each other’s teachers
On the long, unforgiving road
And by the grace of God
They shall triumph.”
“Sam! SAM! Give me the gun with the silver bullets! NOW! Hurry up!” Dean yelled, his eyes going impossibly wide.
“Fuck you, Dean! You try loading a revolver and running full-tilt at the same time!” Sam shouted back, pushing in the last bullet and tossing the gun to Dean, who caught it and fired three shots in rapid succession. But either the werewolf was exceptionally fast, or it was too dark to see, and all three shots missed.
“It’s only a six-shooter, Dean!” Sam called, managing to sound worried and the tiniest bit mocking at the same time.
“Thank you, 60 Minutes!” Dean shouted back. He took two more shots, missed both times, and cursed loudly.
“And fuck this fog, too!” he finished. “Whoever heard of a werewolf in Bangor, Maine, anyway?”
“It definitely wasn’t this foggy when we got here,” Sam said, mockery gone from his voice.
“Well, we are on the coast, Sammy.”
“Screw you, Dean. Since when does fog get this thick in less than 15 minutes, anyway? It’s just…crazy.”
Dean just stared at him. “Last time I checked, we made our living - or lack thereof - off crazy.”
No sooner had Dean finished his sentence than a gunshot split the eerie silence. There was a pained howl, another shot, and then everything went quiet.
“Put the gun down, Tas,” they heard a young man’s voice say nearby.
“Gotta make sure it’s dead, Veri.” This voice was a young woman's, presumably Tas.
“There’s a hole in its chest, one in its head, and there’s blood all over the ground. It’s dead, Tas. Put the gun away.”
Tas mumbled something inaudible. Then she asked, “What happened to those two men? One of them almost shot me, I’d like to return the favor.”
“Tas. You can’t shoot everyone who pisses you off, remember? That’s one of the rules.” The guy, Veri, said resignedly.
“Rules, schmules,” she replied.
“Can we go find those guys now?” Veri asked. “We should probably check if they’re all right.”
“Yeah, yeah…”
Sam looked over at Dean, trying to discern his expression through the fog.
“What are we gonna do?” Sam asked, almost inaudibly.
“Stand our ground,” Dean whispered back. “We’ll load up with regular bullets, though, just in case. You got your revolver?” Sam nodded, pulling it from its usual place at the small of his back.
As they reloaded their guns, two sets of footsteps grew louder and closer. As the final bullets slid into place, two figures emerged from the fog. Purely on reflex, Sam and Dean trained their weapons on the newcomers, faces set, hands never wavering.
“Whoa, whoa, easy!” said Veri. “We come in peace.”
“Well, he does, anyway,” Tas muttered, examining her fingernails.
“Tas!”
“What? I’m just stating the obvious…”
Veri sighed, rolling his eyes. “Allow me to apologize for my sister. I’m Jake, this is Morgan. Seriously, guys, we don’t mean you any harm, so how ‘bout putting down the guns, OK? Because when Tas has a weapon trained on her, her skin starts to itch and she gets the urge to shoot something. Usually whatever’s threatening her.”
“Are you threatening us?” Dean asked calmly, not lowering his gun an inch.
“Not yet,” Tas replied. In the blink of an eye, she was holding a gun on both Winchesters. “Now I am.” She smirked, looking rather pleased with herself.
“TAS!” thundered Veri’s voice. “PUT THE GUNS AWAY, OR SO HELP ME GOD…”
“YEAH?!” Tas thundered back. “WHAT’RE YOU AND GOD GONNA DO ABOUT ?!”
Veri shouted a few words in what sounded like Latin, and his right hand glowed supernova bright. Sam, Dean, and Tas’ guns all burned red-hot, causing their owners to shout in pain and surprise and drop them. Then, they could only watch as what had once been guns became molten puddles on the sidewalk.
“That Colt 1911 was my favorite gun, Ver. Put it right,” Tas growled.
Veri smirked. “Make me.”
Tas’s face split into an feral grin. “My pleasure.”
A globe of blue light formed around her left hand, which she then flicked upward, an almost careless gesture. Veri flew 15 feet into the air and hovered there, a puppet on invisible strings.
“Gonna put it right now?” Tas called from the ground.
“Fine, yes!” Veri shouted back.
She jerked her head at Sam and Dean. “Theirs too?”
“Yes, yes! Just put me down!”
Tas lowered her hand slowly so that Veri’s descent was much more controlled than his rise.
“You know I hate heights,” he grumbled, crouching over the four puddles of gun metal. He waved his hand over them, restoring all four weapons. He then picked them up and handed them back to their owners.
“Yeah, well, you ought to know by now that as big sister, I don’t have to play fair. Haven’t done it for 20 years, ain’t gonna start now.”
“Sorry about all that,” Veri apologized to Sam and Dean. “Sometimes my sister just doesn’t listen, and it pisses me off-“
“Yeah, Ver, ‘cuz you’re such a great listener,” Tas sniped, wiping down her guns one last time and sticking them in her hip holsters.
“Uhm…” was all Dean could say.
“Who ARE you guys?!” Sam demanded.
“WHAT are you guys?!” Dean chimed in, his focus coming back.
Brother and sister looked at each other. They seemed to be communicating telepathically. Finally, Tas said, “That’s kind of a long story, and we’d love to tell you, but not here. Would you guys like to come and have a drink with us?”
Neither of them said anything, but Sam eyed Tas’ gun with pointed wariness.
Veri sighed. “We agree to a truce for the length of the conversation, and half an hour once it’s ended. We wish you no harm, we only want to talk to you.”
“Plus, we’re buying,” Tas chimed in.
“That, too.”
Now it was Sam and Dean’s turn to do a little telepathic communication. They’d been reading each other for so long, all one of them had to do was raise an eyebrow or tilt his head to get the point across. Dean raised his eyebrow, Sam pouted, Dean gave his famous 'come on, are you kidding?' look, and finally they reached a consensus.
“We accept your terms,” Sam said.
“But we’re driving,” Dean added quickly.
“No problem,” Tas replied.
“And we get to pick the place.”
“Fine.”
“And if you pull a weapon on us, we reserve the right to kill you,” Dean added.
“Over my dead body!” Tas said hotly, taking a step towards Dean. Veri’s arm flew up, and she slammed into it like it was an iron barrier.
“How about…you reserve the right to try?” Veri suggested.
Sam huffed out a small laugh of surprise. “Dean, I think we might’ve found someone even more arrogant than you.”
“Somehow I doubt that’s possible,” Tas muttered.