Fic: Make All the Rain Explode, part 2 - SPN/SG1
Title: Make All the Rain Explode, part 2
Fandom: Supernatural/Stargate SG-1
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: none
Spoilers: Fragile Balance for SG-1, none for SPN
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, more's the pity.
Summary: Sam is taken to be the host for a goddess.
Previous Parts: part one
Despite how weak Sam and Jack were it didn't take Dean very long to get them both untied and into the Impala, Sam slumped in the passenger seat while Jack was stretched out in the back. Once Dean was fairly certain that they were both as comfortable as they were going to get while still in the car he headed straight for the nearest motel, or at least the nearest motel that wasn't the one he and Sam had been staying at. Just in case the demon-worshipping freaks had friends.
Getting Sam and Jack into the motel room was somewhat more difficult than getting them into the Impala, mainly due to the fact that both of them were only semi-conscious and not really in control of their bodies. But he eventually managed to get them into the room and face down on one of the beds so that he could check out the wounds on their necks.
He grimaced at the ragged edges to the wound that was still sluggishly oozing blood, reaching for one of the damp towels he had set aside to clean off the blood. Once it was clean the entry wound for whatever the thing had been didn't look quite as bad, and Dean was fairly certain that stitches wouldn't be necessary.
He had just finished securing the bandage to the back of Jack's neck when he heard Sam begin to stir. "Hey, Sammy. How you feeling?"
Sam groaned, eyes fluttering for a moment before snapping open. One hand shot out, gripping Dean's wrist tightly and pulling him closer.
"Dean, I can still feel it."
Dean tried to jerk back, only Sam's grip on his wrist keeping him from moving. "What the hell, Sam? I thought you said the thing was gone."
Sam clenched his eyes shut, his grip on Dean even tighter. "It is, but it downloaded everything it knew, everything it ever did, into my head before it died. Thousands of years worth of pure evil, and it's all in my head and I can't get it out."
Well that was better than Sam still being actually possessed, but only barely. "It stuck all that in your head? Why the fuck would it do that?"
Sam shook his head, eyes still tightly shut. "I don't know, Dean, but it did. I can see it all like I was there, and I can't make it stop."
Dean bit back a series of violent curses, then wedged himself onto the bed next to Sam and pulled his brother into his arms, tucking Sam's head under his chin. He might not be comfortable with touchy-feely things like Sam, but at the moment it was Sam that mattered. And if he was really honest with himself, he needed a bit of reassurance, too.
They simply sat there for a long moment, then pulled away slightly when they heard Jack groan. "Why did it have to be snakes? I hate snakes. I thought I was through dealing with snakes, but no. I'm just minding my own business and I wind up with one in my head. Fucking snakes."
"You know what that damn thing was?"
Jack looked over at Dean, obviously trying to decide just what to tell them. "Yeah, I do. They're seriously bad news with delusions of godhood. And we've had next to no luck getting them back out of people." He paused. "How the hell did you get the snake out of me, anyway?"
Dean shrugged. "Latin exorcism. A bit stereotypical, I know, but it works wonders on all sorts of evil things."
Jack blinked slowly at Dean as if he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. "A Latin exorcism? You just stood there and recited some gibberish in Latin and killed the snake?"
"Yeah, basically, though it's not exactly gibberish. Random words wouldn't get you anything."
Jack just blinked again before throwing his head back and laughing, though the longer he laughed the stronger the edge of hysteria was.
"For cryin' out loud! All this time, everything we tried, and what we really needed was a priest."
Dean frowned, still absently rubbing Sam's back. "Who's this we, kid?"
"Classified."
Dean's frown intensified. "You look awfully young to be flinging around words like 'classified', kid."
Jack sighed, running a shaky hand through his hair. "Look, the only reason I can tell you anything at all is because he had a snake in his head, too. That means he already knows some of this."
By this point Dean was outright glaring. "Some of this what?"
"The snake thing was an alien, as in from outer space, called a Goa'uld. And I'd really appreciate it if you'd stop calling me kid. I may not look it, but I'm older than you are."
"Aliens?!" Dean was just taking a deep breath in order to start telling the kid exactly what he thought of the whole crazy alien idea when Sam tugged on his shirt.
"He's telling the truth, Dean. I can remember commanding spaceships and taking over entire planets." Sam shuddered. "And I'd really rather not."
"But aliens?" It wasn't that Dean doubted Sam, not really anyway, but aliens were seriously weird, even for them.
Jack flopped back onto the bed, throwing one arm over his eyes. "Look, I shouldn't be telling you any of this, but you need to know what happened to your buddy. And I might need you to explain to some other people just how you got the snake out without killing us."
Dean blanched. "Without killing you? You mean these snake demons usually kill the people they jump into?"
"No, they almost always kill the host when anyone tries to get them out. And they're not demons; they're aliens." Jack started to laugh quietly. "My life is way too weird. It's even weirder than the original's."
Sam frowned, pulling away from Dean to glance over at Jack. "The original?"
Jack stared at them for a moment, then shrugged tiredly. "Yeah, the original. I'm a clone. I've got all of his memories but I'm a lot younger."
Dean couldn't help but think that it was sort of sad that Jack's claim to be a clone was actually the one thing he didn't have a problem believing. Though it did lead to a rather interesting question. "Is the other you going to be looking for you?"
Jack snorted, expression a mixture of bitterness and depression. "Nope. I'm starting to think that they've just forgotten about me. After all, they've still got the old me."
That made absolutely no sense to Dean. Sure, the time they'd had an extra Sam around it had been temporary, but it would never have occurred to either Dean or John that just because they had one Sam that they could abandon the other one. The whole idea was just unthinkable.
"Look, the two of you were just exorcised, and I was looking for Sammy for hours before I found you two. Let's all try to get some sleep, and we'll deal with the whole snake aliens and clones thing in the morning."
Jack just waved a hand at Dean in affirmation before he rolled over onto his side and pulled his pillow over his head.
Dean turned back to Sam. "You want me to help you get in the other bed, Sammy?"
Sam thought for a moment, then slowly nodded. "Yeah. Thanks, Dean."
A long moment later Sam was safely deposited on the other bed and almost asleep. Once he was sure that Sam would be all right Dean collapsed in the nearby chair and scrubbed his hands over his face. He'd saved Sam and Jack, but things were getting even more complicated.
And Dean wasn't sure that he was going to be able to keep up and keep Sam safe.
Fandom: Supernatural/Stargate SG-1
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: none
Spoilers: Fragile Balance for SG-1, none for SPN
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, more's the pity.
Summary: Sam is taken to be the host for a goddess.
Previous Parts: part one
Despite how weak Sam and Jack were it didn't take Dean very long to get them both untied and into the Impala, Sam slumped in the passenger seat while Jack was stretched out in the back. Once Dean was fairly certain that they were both as comfortable as they were going to get while still in the car he headed straight for the nearest motel, or at least the nearest motel that wasn't the one he and Sam had been staying at. Just in case the demon-worshipping freaks had friends.
Getting Sam and Jack into the motel room was somewhat more difficult than getting them into the Impala, mainly due to the fact that both of them were only semi-conscious and not really in control of their bodies. But he eventually managed to get them into the room and face down on one of the beds so that he could check out the wounds on their necks.
He grimaced at the ragged edges to the wound that was still sluggishly oozing blood, reaching for one of the damp towels he had set aside to clean off the blood. Once it was clean the entry wound for whatever the thing had been didn't look quite as bad, and Dean was fairly certain that stitches wouldn't be necessary.
He had just finished securing the bandage to the back of Jack's neck when he heard Sam begin to stir. "Hey, Sammy. How you feeling?"
Sam groaned, eyes fluttering for a moment before snapping open. One hand shot out, gripping Dean's wrist tightly and pulling him closer.
"Dean, I can still feel it."
Dean tried to jerk back, only Sam's grip on his wrist keeping him from moving. "What the hell, Sam? I thought you said the thing was gone."
Sam clenched his eyes shut, his grip on Dean even tighter. "It is, but it downloaded everything it knew, everything it ever did, into my head before it died. Thousands of years worth of pure evil, and it's all in my head and I can't get it out."
Well that was better than Sam still being actually possessed, but only barely. "It stuck all that in your head? Why the fuck would it do that?"
Sam shook his head, eyes still tightly shut. "I don't know, Dean, but it did. I can see it all like I was there, and I can't make it stop."
Dean bit back a series of violent curses, then wedged himself onto the bed next to Sam and pulled his brother into his arms, tucking Sam's head under his chin. He might not be comfortable with touchy-feely things like Sam, but at the moment it was Sam that mattered. And if he was really honest with himself, he needed a bit of reassurance, too.
They simply sat there for a long moment, then pulled away slightly when they heard Jack groan. "Why did it have to be snakes? I hate snakes. I thought I was through dealing with snakes, but no. I'm just minding my own business and I wind up with one in my head. Fucking snakes."
"You know what that damn thing was?"
Jack looked over at Dean, obviously trying to decide just what to tell them. "Yeah, I do. They're seriously bad news with delusions of godhood. And we've had next to no luck getting them back out of people." He paused. "How the hell did you get the snake out of me, anyway?"
Dean shrugged. "Latin exorcism. A bit stereotypical, I know, but it works wonders on all sorts of evil things."
Jack blinked slowly at Dean as if he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. "A Latin exorcism? You just stood there and recited some gibberish in Latin and killed the snake?"
"Yeah, basically, though it's not exactly gibberish. Random words wouldn't get you anything."
Jack just blinked again before throwing his head back and laughing, though the longer he laughed the stronger the edge of hysteria was.
"For cryin' out loud! All this time, everything we tried, and what we really needed was a priest."
Dean frowned, still absently rubbing Sam's back. "Who's this we, kid?"
"Classified."
Dean's frown intensified. "You look awfully young to be flinging around words like 'classified', kid."
Jack sighed, running a shaky hand through his hair. "Look, the only reason I can tell you anything at all is because he had a snake in his head, too. That means he already knows some of this."
By this point Dean was outright glaring. "Some of this what?"
"The snake thing was an alien, as in from outer space, called a Goa'uld. And I'd really appreciate it if you'd stop calling me kid. I may not look it, but I'm older than you are."
"Aliens?!" Dean was just taking a deep breath in order to start telling the kid exactly what he thought of the whole crazy alien idea when Sam tugged on his shirt.
"He's telling the truth, Dean. I can remember commanding spaceships and taking over entire planets." Sam shuddered. "And I'd really rather not."
"But aliens?" It wasn't that Dean doubted Sam, not really anyway, but aliens were seriously weird, even for them.
Jack flopped back onto the bed, throwing one arm over his eyes. "Look, I shouldn't be telling you any of this, but you need to know what happened to your buddy. And I might need you to explain to some other people just how you got the snake out without killing us."
Dean blanched. "Without killing you? You mean these snake demons usually kill the people they jump into?"
"No, they almost always kill the host when anyone tries to get them out. And they're not demons; they're aliens." Jack started to laugh quietly. "My life is way too weird. It's even weirder than the original's."
Sam frowned, pulling away from Dean to glance over at Jack. "The original?"
Jack stared at them for a moment, then shrugged tiredly. "Yeah, the original. I'm a clone. I've got all of his memories but I'm a lot younger."
Dean couldn't help but think that it was sort of sad that Jack's claim to be a clone was actually the one thing he didn't have a problem believing. Though it did lead to a rather interesting question. "Is the other you going to be looking for you?"
Jack snorted, expression a mixture of bitterness and depression. "Nope. I'm starting to think that they've just forgotten about me. After all, they've still got the old me."
That made absolutely no sense to Dean. Sure, the time they'd had an extra Sam around it had been temporary, but it would never have occurred to either Dean or John that just because they had one Sam that they could abandon the other one. The whole idea was just unthinkable.
"Look, the two of you were just exorcised, and I was looking for Sammy for hours before I found you two. Let's all try to get some sleep, and we'll deal with the whole snake aliens and clones thing in the morning."
Jack just waved a hand at Dean in affirmation before he rolled over onto his side and pulled his pillow over his head.
Dean turned back to Sam. "You want me to help you get in the other bed, Sammy?"
Sam thought for a moment, then slowly nodded. "Yeah. Thanks, Dean."
A long moment later Sam was safely deposited on the other bed and almost asleep. Once he was sure that Sam would be all right Dean collapsed in the nearby chair and scrubbed his hands over his face. He'd saved Sam and Jack, but things were getting even more complicated.
And Dean wasn't sure that he was going to be able to keep up and keep Sam safe.