Lay it all Down 5/10
Title: Lay it all Down 5/10
Author: rosinblackrose5
Rating: NC-17 (for cussing)
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Castiel, Sam, OC
Genre: Angst, Mystery
Wordcount: 15, 286 All together
Kinks: None
Warnings: Violence, swearing, underage drinking
Disclaimer: Don't own it, all characters belong to the CW I'm just temporarily borrowing them.
Notes: This was written for the 50states_spn challenge. I turned it in late by a few hours because I forgot that I had entered it. I'm a horrible person. I wrote this all in 3 days so there are going to be a lot of mistakes. I'm going to go through it later and proofread it I promise. I'm sorry I forgot.
Summary: Dean and Sam head to Colville, Washington for what they thought was a normal case. But what they find there changes everything.
Part 4 Part 6
“You did research on your own?” Sam said, he sounded even more impressed then he had before.
A smile was started tugging at the corner of Dean’s lips “No.”
“Then how’d you find all this out?”
The smile spread wider across his face “When I was at the library flipping through old newspapers one of the employees wandered over and noticed what I was looking at. She told me everything I just told you.”
“Wow Dean” Sam said laughing a bit “you still got a bit of flirt left in you after all. How long did it take for you to get her number?”
The smiled disappeared from his face and Dean could fee his eyebrows fall “I ugh didn’t…honestly the thought didn’t even occur to me.”
“Really?” Pure and unbridled shock was in Sam’s voice. Dean as just as baffled as well. The librarian had been pretty. Long blonde hair with hazel eyes that changed colors every time the light hit it differently. But the thought to try to hook up with her hadn’t crossed his mind once.
“Yeah…I don’t know. I’m tired” Dean said as he settled down on the bed. “I just want to watch some crappy TV and go to sleep.”
Sam watched Dean for a moment before turning and settling back on his own bed.
Dean’s eyes were nearly closed, the credits on the nature documentary was rolling on the screen when Sam’s hushed voice broke the calm stillness that had fallen over the room. “I’m proud of you Dean.”
Dean didn’t say anything he just closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep with smile spread across his lips.
“Dean” the voice begged “please Dean” the words gurbled and bubbled up from deep within the lake. “Help…so cold” Dean slammed his arms against the water, kicked his feet as hard as he could, tried as hard as he could to get out to the middle of the lake. To reach where the words bubbled up. “Dean!” the voice begged “DeanDeanDeanDeanDeanDean” it screamed over and over again, its voice was agony. Every single part of Dean ached with the need to reach the voice; every part of him begged him to move faster to catch the voice, to grab it.
Finally after what seemed liked centuries of swimming Dean reached the middle of the lake, reached the spot where the words bubbled up. Dean looked down and search for the owner of the voice. At first he saw nothing just the never ending watery grave but as he searched frantically a movement, just out of the reach of light, caught his attention.
Dean pressed his head under the water look closer; to see if it was what he was searching for. The thing moved again, it came closer. His heart thumped heavily in chest, his lungs burned with the lack of oxygen and hope. It came closer and closer until finally it was in clear view.
Water rushed into his lungs as Dean’s mouth opened in a scream that was silenced in the lake. A rotting face floated up towards him, skin and flesh peeled off the bones. The hand that reached up was rotted and bloated, discolored from being so long in the water.
Dean screamed not out of fear but out of agony, out of grief. He screamed until only water filled his lungs, as the two bright blue eyes drew ever closer to him.
Strong arms shook his shoulders and Dean lashed out at them, years of honed instincts took over in his half conscious state. “Breath” a familiar voice said softly. “It’s alright Dean it was just a nightmare” Sam said his voice calm amongst the chaos that whirled around in Dean’s mind.
Dean opened his eyes and took in a deep breath of air. The motel ceiling looked a lot taller than it had the night before. It took him a moment to realize that he was on the floor instead of the bed.
Sam was kneeling a few feet away from him a bruise blooming on his cheek “You were thrashing about so bad that you fell off your bed. You didn’t even wake up.”
Raising a hand to brush it through his hair Dean realized that he was shaking. He was completely drenched in sweat and his heart was beating so fast he was afraid that he might have a heart attack.
“Dean…” Sam said carefully and Dean knew what was coming, he knew what Sam was going to say. “…you kept…you kept yelling out Cas’s name.” Dean flinched at the name and drew up his knees. He really didn’t want to talk about this. “Is that what you’ve been having nightmares about? About Cas?” Sam paused to watch Dean; he took Dean’s lack of outburst of physical violence or yelling as permission to continue. “Have you been having nightmares about Cas dying?”
Dean took in a shuddering breath “It’s not just Cas…I mean it has been recently. But it’s everyone Jo and Ellen. Ash, Amy, mom, dad,…Bobby.”
“Dean you can’t keep” Sam started but Dean cut him off, he was done with the sharing caring part of the day. He had enough.
“I know that Sam” he said briskly “and if I could I would. But can’t so I don’t.” Standing up Dean wiped the back of his hand across his forehead. “I’m going to go take a shower.”
Tossing the wet towel across the table Dean sat down on his bed and started to pull his boots on. Sam was once again on his computer.
“I think I’ve found a connection between the victims” He didn’t look away from his computer instead he kept reading whatever was on the screen.
“You gonna tell me?” Dean said, his shoes forgotten, halfway laced up.
“What? Oh yeah. All victims have arrest records or have history of violence on their records.” Sam clicked a few more keys and leaned back in his seat. “The latest victim had a wrap sheet of rape and domestic violence.”
“What about the girl Dianna? She have a record?” Dean asked.
Clicking a key Sam shook his head “No, up until the attack she was a model student. She had straight A’s, did community service, was never in trouble at school.”
“Now she’s…”
“A female version of you” Sam said cutting off Dean.
Flipping Sam the bird Dean reached down to finish his shoes “Fuck you.”
A small chuckle escaped Sam’s mouth as he continued clicking away at his computer “It’s the same way for all the attacks. The person that has the bad record is killed and the other person is left alone. The person before Dianna was Matt Aldridge. He’s a local hunter; he was out in the woods on behalf of the sheriff’s department trying to track down whatever animal was supposed to be in the woods when he was bum rushed by the blue eyed creature.”
“Did any of them get a good picture of the creature?” Pulling the chair out across the table Dean sat down.
Sam once again shook his head “The police reports just saw that they saw blue eyes.”
“That’s what similar to what the librarian was talking about. She said the legend of the bum was that once you saw the blue eyes you were doomed to die. Kind of a like a death omen.”
“I don’t think that’s quite true” Sam said reaching over to turn his computer around “the creature has never killed someone that…” Sam paused like he was trying to think of the correct word.
“…didn’t deserve it?” Dean supplied for Sam.
Author: rosinblackrose5
Rating: NC-17 (for cussing)
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Castiel, Sam, OC
Genre: Angst, Mystery
Wordcount: 15, 286 All together
Kinks: None
Warnings: Violence, swearing, underage drinking
Disclaimer: Don't own it, all characters belong to the CW I'm just temporarily borrowing them.
Notes: This was written for the 50states_spn challenge. I turned it in late by a few hours because I forgot that I had entered it. I'm a horrible person. I wrote this all in 3 days so there are going to be a lot of mistakes. I'm going to go through it later and proofread it I promise. I'm sorry I forgot.
Summary: Dean and Sam head to Colville, Washington for what they thought was a normal case. But what they find there changes everything.
Part 4 Part 6
“You did research on your own?” Sam said, he sounded even more impressed then he had before.
A smile was started tugging at the corner of Dean’s lips “No.”
“Then how’d you find all this out?”
The smile spread wider across his face “When I was at the library flipping through old newspapers one of the employees wandered over and noticed what I was looking at. She told me everything I just told you.”
“Wow Dean” Sam said laughing a bit “you still got a bit of flirt left in you after all. How long did it take for you to get her number?”
The smiled disappeared from his face and Dean could fee his eyebrows fall “I ugh didn’t…honestly the thought didn’t even occur to me.”
“Really?” Pure and unbridled shock was in Sam’s voice. Dean as just as baffled as well. The librarian had been pretty. Long blonde hair with hazel eyes that changed colors every time the light hit it differently. But the thought to try to hook up with her hadn’t crossed his mind once.
“Yeah…I don’t know. I’m tired” Dean said as he settled down on the bed. “I just want to watch some crappy TV and go to sleep.”
Sam watched Dean for a moment before turning and settling back on his own bed.
Dean’s eyes were nearly closed, the credits on the nature documentary was rolling on the screen when Sam’s hushed voice broke the calm stillness that had fallen over the room. “I’m proud of you Dean.”
Dean didn’t say anything he just closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep with smile spread across his lips.
“Dean” the voice begged “please Dean” the words gurbled and bubbled up from deep within the lake. “Help…so cold” Dean slammed his arms against the water, kicked his feet as hard as he could, tried as hard as he could to get out to the middle of the lake. To reach where the words bubbled up. “Dean!” the voice begged “DeanDeanDeanDeanDeanDean” it screamed over and over again, its voice was agony. Every single part of Dean ached with the need to reach the voice; every part of him begged him to move faster to catch the voice, to grab it.
Finally after what seemed liked centuries of swimming Dean reached the middle of the lake, reached the spot where the words bubbled up. Dean looked down and search for the owner of the voice. At first he saw nothing just the never ending watery grave but as he searched frantically a movement, just out of the reach of light, caught his attention.
Dean pressed his head under the water look closer; to see if it was what he was searching for. The thing moved again, it came closer. His heart thumped heavily in chest, his lungs burned with the lack of oxygen and hope. It came closer and closer until finally it was in clear view.
Water rushed into his lungs as Dean’s mouth opened in a scream that was silenced in the lake. A rotting face floated up towards him, skin and flesh peeled off the bones. The hand that reached up was rotted and bloated, discolored from being so long in the water.
Dean screamed not out of fear but out of agony, out of grief. He screamed until only water filled his lungs, as the two bright blue eyes drew ever closer to him.
Strong arms shook his shoulders and Dean lashed out at them, years of honed instincts took over in his half conscious state. “Breath” a familiar voice said softly. “It’s alright Dean it was just a nightmare” Sam said his voice calm amongst the chaos that whirled around in Dean’s mind.
Dean opened his eyes and took in a deep breath of air. The motel ceiling looked a lot taller than it had the night before. It took him a moment to realize that he was on the floor instead of the bed.
Sam was kneeling a few feet away from him a bruise blooming on his cheek “You were thrashing about so bad that you fell off your bed. You didn’t even wake up.”
Raising a hand to brush it through his hair Dean realized that he was shaking. He was completely drenched in sweat and his heart was beating so fast he was afraid that he might have a heart attack.
“Dean…” Sam said carefully and Dean knew what was coming, he knew what Sam was going to say. “…you kept…you kept yelling out Cas’s name.” Dean flinched at the name and drew up his knees. He really didn’t want to talk about this. “Is that what you’ve been having nightmares about? About Cas?” Sam paused to watch Dean; he took Dean’s lack of outburst of physical violence or yelling as permission to continue. “Have you been having nightmares about Cas dying?”
Dean took in a shuddering breath “It’s not just Cas…I mean it has been recently. But it’s everyone Jo and Ellen. Ash, Amy, mom, dad,…Bobby.”
“Dean you can’t keep” Sam started but Dean cut him off, he was done with the sharing caring part of the day. He had enough.
“I know that Sam” he said briskly “and if I could I would. But can’t so I don’t.” Standing up Dean wiped the back of his hand across his forehead. “I’m going to go take a shower.”
Tossing the wet towel across the table Dean sat down on his bed and started to pull his boots on. Sam was once again on his computer.
“I think I’ve found a connection between the victims” He didn’t look away from his computer instead he kept reading whatever was on the screen.
“You gonna tell me?” Dean said, his shoes forgotten, halfway laced up.
“What? Oh yeah. All victims have arrest records or have history of violence on their records.” Sam clicked a few more keys and leaned back in his seat. “The latest victim had a wrap sheet of rape and domestic violence.”
“What about the girl Dianna? She have a record?” Dean asked.
Clicking a key Sam shook his head “No, up until the attack she was a model student. She had straight A’s, did community service, was never in trouble at school.”
“Now she’s…”
“A female version of you” Sam said cutting off Dean.
Flipping Sam the bird Dean reached down to finish his shoes “Fuck you.”
A small chuckle escaped Sam’s mouth as he continued clicking away at his computer “It’s the same way for all the attacks. The person that has the bad record is killed and the other person is left alone. The person before Dianna was Matt Aldridge. He’s a local hunter; he was out in the woods on behalf of the sheriff’s department trying to track down whatever animal was supposed to be in the woods when he was bum rushed by the blue eyed creature.”
“Did any of them get a good picture of the creature?” Pulling the chair out across the table Dean sat down.
Sam once again shook his head “The police reports just saw that they saw blue eyes.”
“That’s what similar to what the librarian was talking about. She said the legend of the bum was that once you saw the blue eyes you were doomed to die. Kind of a like a death omen.”
“I don’t think that’s quite true” Sam said reaching over to turn his computer around “the creature has never killed someone that…” Sam paused like he was trying to think of the correct word.
“…didn’t deserve it?” Dean supplied for Sam.