Dog Diner Afternoon (Spn/GG)

[sidura]

Author: Sidura
Rating:  G
Fandom: Supernatural/Gilmore girls
Summary: A visit home by Dean Forester after an some time away, leads to a very unusual afternoon for the inhabitants of Stars Hollow, though maybe not so weird for the people who seemed to follow along after him.

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Rory took a breath as she watched Sam and Forester prepare to walk out the door of the store room. "Dean? Dean Forester."

"Yeah Rory?" Forester replied as she moved toward him.

"Have you got a minute?" Rory asked quickly. "I know this isn't exactly the best time for it, but it's just…."

"We don't have time for this," Sam pointed out to Forester.

"It's just I'm…I want to say," she said taking a breath, pulling Forester to one side. "The stuff Ruby said about me, about us. About me getting bored and not…I just want to say…."

She hesitated as the words seemed to refuse to come out.

"Are you lost for words?" Forester asked in disbelief as Rory stood there in silence. "A Gilmore lost for words? Now I think I've seen it all."

"It's that you are really going out there and there isn't anything I can…" Rory said quietly before steeling herself. "Before you go, I just want to say I'm sorry."

"What?" Forester replied.

"For what Ruby said, for…oh I don't know. I just didn't want….I don't want…."

Forester sighed. "Rory, go with your Mom and Luke and get out of here. I understand what you are trying to say and why you're saying it. As for Ruby, she's…well, she is what she is and I got to go now."

"Dean?"

He took of the baseball cap to allow him to brush his fingers through his hair, "Rory, we'll do this later, okay?"

"But, what if there isn't a later?" Rory asked.

He took a breath saying nothing in reply. Instead he put the borrowed baseball cap on his head gave her a warm smile and shrugged before turning to leave with Sam.

"Rory? You okay?" Lorelai asked as they watched them go.

"They got to keep their heads straight right now, focus on what they got to do," Winchester explained as the others organized themselves to go.

The seconds passed, then they heard the yelling coming from outside. Dean Winchester stilled, hesitating on a course of action as he listened helplessly to the noises. After a moment Clara Forester moved forward taking his hand, both of them standing there, not moving, as if they were standing vigil as the diner filled with the raised voices of police outside ordering their loved ones to the ground.

Jess moved to gently separate the girl from the silent man in front of him; though at that point neither Clara nor Dean Winchester seemed to put up a fight in that regard.

"Come on, you are staying with us," Jess whispered to the girl who seemed focused on other things.

As the sounds from outside started to calm down, Winchester suddenly seemed to spring into action.

"Move!"

"What is going to happen to them?" Rory asked Winchester as they walked through the sewer under Star's Hollow.

"Arrested. Then I go and get them," Winchester said, curtly as he closely followed Kirk while the others came up two abreast behind them on the slime covered ledge - Lorelai and April, Emily and Rory, Jess and Clara with Luke finally at the rear.

"And if you can't what happens?" Luke asked, to which Winchester took a moment.

"You want the truth?"

"Yes," Lorelai said.

Winchester snorted. "No you don't. Not really."

"I shot that girl, she got up and she…." Emily muttered all the while holding onto Rory's hand.

"Emily, she got up," Luke said firmly.

"Yep, she did," Winchester replied. "But don't worry about that Ma'am, it was my fault. Should have checked the chamber before I gave you the damn gun; but if someone had to take a bullet today, don't think it could have happened to a nicer person than Ruby."

"She didn't put a bullet in her," Luke said. "She'd be dead if she really had."

"Sure, big guy and I'm going to meet Bigfoot for a beer later," Winchester said sarcastically.

"If she can walk away on her own two feet then I think it is safe to say that anything that happens to that bitch is her own problem," Jess said as he guided Clara along the tunnel.

"No, not really, she's my problem," Winchester said in a rhetorical fashion before adding. "Hey Emily, where is that spunk that pissed her off in the first place? Huh?"

"I think that the 'spunk' you are talking about was really lost when my Granddaughter's ex-boyfriend started all of this by holding a gun on us," Emily replied.

"And there it is," Winchester replied. "Glad to see it's on its way back."

"Mom, Dean didn't start this. Someone started shooting at him, they didn't hold us hostage," Lorelai said.

"And I'm sure a lawyer will point that out, hopefully, that is if they can make sense of any of this," Emily said.

"Already started," Clara mumbled under her breath. "All Dean's fault."

"What is that supposed to mean," Jess said as she avoided his gaze.

"Nothing," Clara said started pushing forward, past the others before continuing onward.

"Clara stop!" Luke yelled causing the girl to stand still for a second.

"Why should I?" Clara asked.

Luke took a breath. "Your brother asked me to take care of you and that is what I'm going to do."

"Yeah, sure YOU will." Clara retorted.

"Give the guy a break, will you? It's been a tough day for all of us," Winchester said as she started onward again. "We got to stay together, right now."

"Clara?" Rory yelled as Clara refused to be stopped.

"Leave me alone," came the reply.

"Come on Clara! Kid, I don't need this, we got to stick together," Winchester pleaded running forward to grab hold of her. "You got to not think about it. They are going to be okay."

"How do you know that?" Clara asked.

"Because they are, because they got to be," Winchester said. "I got as much riding on this as you, so please, we got to stick together. Once I know you guys are out of this, I'm going after them, your brother and mine, I promise. But you running off means I got to waste time going after you. You understand me?"

"You promise?" the girl asked. "You promise to get both of them. Why?"

Winchester grinned, "Hey, with the way they're dressed, I got to get both of them to be sure I got mine, don't I?"

Luke watched, thinking how screwed up this was. How Clara was only beginning to still after listening to the words of a madman. Taking comfort in the promises of someone who held a gun; who even though there was nothing but apparent hate between them, was working with a woman who had wanted to cut his daughter's heart out. She was listening to him rather than people, who even though she hadn't known well, had been a present in her life since she was a child.

Then again after listening to the crap that Ruby had spouted what could he expect. In a way the bitch had been right, Stars Hollow was just like everywhere else - they saw things as they wanted to and it took a hell of lot for it to let you move on once it had made up its mind.

It didn't make them bad people it was just something you did, you protected what you knew.

Which meant that Dean Forester was never going to be anything other than the bad guy when it came down to anything to do with him and Rory and to some it would take something short of a miracle change that. Hell, some folk in the town still saw his nephew as the same surly screwed up kid who took off on that bus and in the process broke Rory's heart all those years ago. They didn't want to take the time to get to know him now, to find out that he had made something of his life.

And when it came to Dean Forester, Luke couldn't honestly say he was any different, because he still thought of Dean Forester as the kid that wasn't worthy of Rory, who was stupid enough to get married to a girl he didn't love, and too stupid to hold on to the girl he had screwed up his life for.

It didn't matter that Dean Forester had had time to move on from that, had had other things to deal with because to Luke, he was still the bitter and angry kid who had threw a tantrum because Luke had Gilmore Girl and Forester couldn't keep his.

But, even though Luke could now admit that some of the things that had been said that day had rung a little true, he and Lorelai hadn't reached the point where they could make things work until long after that day for a mulitude of reasons; not to mention he finally got that he had been facing an angry hurt kid who had been lashing out at the guy who had been basically a bit of a dick to him in the most painful way possible without throwing a punch; it didn't mean that he felt any different about Dean Forester today than he had back then. But, was that fair?

If Luke had just simply met Dean Forester on the street yesterday, would he have gotten past the ill feeling of years ago and really given him the time of day to find out if Dean was no longer that angry, bitter kid he had dealt with on the lawn of the Twickham house all those years ago?

Truth was - he couldn't be sure. No, that wasn't exactly true, considering he first gut feeling when the Foresters had stepped foot in that diner just to get coffee before this mess started. Christ, he couldn't really blame Clara Forester for her opinion of him, for listening to Ruby's bullshit. He couldn't expect her not to feel that part the reason that he and the others were letting her brother walk out that door was another way to punish her family for Dean and Rory.

But it wasn't and Dean Forester didn't deserve to have been as scared as Luke could see he had been when he walked out that door.

He didn't deserve to be coming home to say a final goodbye to his family before he got dragged further into shit he had no business dealing with; while Luke and Lorelai had sat there rest of the combined Danes and Gilmore families had been talking about flowers, menus and center pieces.

Dean Forester had walked out of that door scared and he had tried to hide it with his 'Rory, we'll do this later'. He didn't deserve that or to find himself relying on people, who seemed intent on getting him killed.

Even if Stars Hollow wasn't going to throw Dean Forester a parade any time soon, he didn't deserve to be walking out of Luke's storeroom to possibly face his death as collateral damage at the hands of someone who held the belief that he was a sacrifice that had to be made, all because he looked like someone else and he certainly didn't deserve it for a stupid affair he had years ago.

Hell, the kid wasn't even being allowed go out and face his fate in his own clothes.

But, even if on some small stupid level he did, Luke was damn sure that Clara Forester definitely didn't deserve to have to take the word of someone she had just met and who was probably on the FBI's most wanted that he was going to look out for her family; rather then believing the same thing being said by the people from the town in which she lived. What could he expect though? It was pretty clear that even before the 'Demon' had turned up or even before that first bullet had come through that window, Clara believed in the opinion of some of the people in that diner, her brother ranked just above something they'd scrape off their shoe; a belief that didn't look like it was going to change anytime soon as he watched her take in Dean Winchester's words.

Oh shit, Taylor had gotten the town to wear those stupid pink and blue ribbons to show which side they were on during the first of his and Lorelai's breakups; Forester hadn't been lucky enough back then to get that, though he had been responsible for all his own actions and decisions, of which he had made a few stupid ones in Luke's opinion even though he had been a kid; but when this was all over…..

Fuck - somehow, something was about to go seriously wrong in Stars Hollow with respect to the Foresters.

"That is fucked up," Jess stated as Winchester gave Clara a reassuring hug.

"You can say that again," Lorelai said.

"So what do we do now?" Rory asked.

"After this, we make sure the whole town understands what 'really' went down here," Luke replied quietly.

"What?" April asked.

He pulled his daughter into a hug, "Let's get out of here first, okay."

"Right with you Dude!" Winchester said as he brought Clara back to the group gesturing to them to continue onwards as Kirk finally decided on which way to go.

"Luke?" Lorelai said as she held back.

"What?"

"What if we can't?" Lorelai asked. "You got any ideas how to stop things getting twisted up after this?"

He shrugged glancing at the scared angry girl who was trudging along in the slime with them, "I don't know, but we better think of something."

"So what now?" Kirk asked as he stopped at the bottom of a ladder to one of the manhole covers.

"You guys do whatever you want, while I take off to go get my brother and Forester, pure and simply," Winchester said.

"That's your plan?" Rory asked. "You're going to end up getting caught too."

"Yeah well, Sam's better at the details than me. But I do know that my bucket list doesn't involve spending anytime in Supermax, even if it is just at visiting time," Winchester replied as he followed Kirk toward the street. "I just got to get them out of the wagon without any fuss before they hit lockup as I still have got to get to the Grand Canyon before deal time is due."

"Okay?" Rory said quietly.

As they climbed out the sewer, Winchester was greeted with the sight of Kirk standing in the street with his hands in the air.

"Great, there goes that idea," Winchester said as the cops handcuffed him.

"Excuse me, why are we being treated like this? We were the ones taken hostage," Emily asked as the state trooper who cuffed her.

"It's just until they work out who is who and what is going on, Grandma?" Rory explained as she was taken toward the Police van.

"Well, I don't understand why you and your mother can't ride in the police car with me?" Emily asked as she was lead away.

"There is only one car, Mom," Lorelai said, "It's best you ride with April and Clara - make sure they're okay."

"Honestly thinking that we started this," Emily said. "We were held hostage, that woman…Oh God, they don't have her in the wagon do they?"

"What woman, ma'am?" the trooper asked.

"Mom, we will see you soon, just look after the girls." Lorelai said quickly.

"Ma'am everything will be sorted out at the station in Hartford," a policeman said to Emily, "That means we need to talk to everyone."

"I want my husband, where is my husband?" Emily asked.

"I'm not sure ma'am, but we do have a few people waiting at the police station, he's probably there," the state trooper replied.

"What about the guy with the guy shooting into the diner?" Lorelai asked as she saw one of the cops place April into the back of a police car.

"If you mean the shell casings that were on the roof we found? We didn't find anyone there and that doesn't answer the question of the gun shot that was heard from inside the diner," one of the troopers said answering Lorelai's question as Emily suddenly fell quiet.

"Yeah, sure you need to sort that out too, don't you?" Lorelai said nervously as she was lead away to the wagon.

She stood there beside Rory as Dean Winchester was man handled by two armed policemen as a member of the SWAT team opened the door of the van.

"Glad to see you could make it," said a handcuffed Sam who was sitting across from Dean Forester.

Winchester smiled. "Good to know that while I'm crawling through shit, you two are sitting on your asses in some warm cozy wagon."

Forester raised his manacled hands. "Yeah, real cozy."

"Dean, are you okay?" Rory asked as she got in.

"I'm fine Rory. How's Clara?" Forester asked.

"She is holding up fine," Winchester said as he got in the van to followed by the rest of little handcuffed group.

"So you went to Stanford?" Lorelai asked Sam breaking the relative silence as the van moved along the road.

Sam looked around the others, unsure what to say for a second, "Yeah."

"Good school," she added.

"I enjoyed it," Sam replied.

"That's good," she added humming gently for a second as Sam looked at her confused.

"It's just…well Dean…Forester and me go way back, embarrassing moments, fighting off spiders, water bottles the whole getting on my good side and I've talked to your brother but…"

Sam raised an eyebrow. "You haven't talked to me?"

"Not so much," Lorelai admitted.

"And you thought you'd ask where I went to school?" Sam asked as the rest of the occupants of the van looked at her.

"Well…does anyone else know how to make safe small talk with the proposed King of Demon 'topia?" she asked, to which Jess groaned, as she turned back to Sam. "Not that you plan to rule, obviously."

"No, definitely not," Sam quickly replied as his brother held back a chuckle.

"Ehm, I knew someone who taught there, Stanford I mean," Rory said trying to change the subject. "You might have met him."

"I don't know, it is a big school," Sam said.

"Max Medina, English Lit?" Rory said as Lorelai tried not to tense as her daughter brought up the subject of her ex-fiancée.

"I'm not sure if he's still there," Rory said. "It was a while ago, he left to go teach there when I was in high school."

"Ehm, we might not have been there at the same time," Sam said.

"Okay, but I know he taught freshman, for a while if that is any help," Rory interjected.

Sam shook his head, "I did Art History then, those classes clashed."

"Art history?" Jess asked confused.

Winchester grinned. "So he could meet…" The van stopped causing the occupants to look at each other.

"No way in hell are we in Hartford," Luke said.

Sam swallowed, "Great."

"What now?" Jess asked.

"We'll see," Winchester replied.

The policemen in the back of the van with them looked at each other before getting up, one moving to the back of the van which for some reason had just turned off its engine. The other moved up to the front moving past the shackled prisoners to mutter something to the one who were driving through the small grated opening in the solid steel divide.

The guard at the back looked out through the blackened window, "Road."

The other one nodded, and then he promptly elbowed Sam Winchester in the face causing him to bang his head on the cold steel bar behind him, knocking him out cold. Dean Winchester launched himself at his brother's attacker as did Dean Forrester. The second guard moved towards them to help his now pinned partner only to be taken down by Luke, Jess and a slightly surprised Kirk, while Rory and Lorelai looked on.

"You think this is it people?" the guard with blackened eyed asked as he threw Kirk across the van with as free hand while Jess and Luke tried to hold him, "The fun has just begun."

"Don't let it get to you," Winchester yelled at Luke who was doing his best against the possessed guard.

"Rory, my back pocket!" Forrester yelled at the girl who had been sitting next to him. She hesitated for a second taking moment to take in what was happening.

"Rory my back pocket, get it, read it!" Forester yelled as he helped Dean Winchester hold the guard in place, "Move Rory! Before they jump and finish us all off."

She moved feeling in Forester's jeans pockets as he concentrated in trying to keep the guard down.

There was a bit of paper she found was a little crumpled, "Dean, I don't …"

"Damn well read it!" Winchester yelled as he moved his body weight as a response to the one he was holding getting an arm free. Lorelai moved to sit on the man's feet as a way to aid in holding him down.

"Whatever the hell it is Rory, do it!" Jess yelled, as he and Luke, now worked hold the other one in place. Which was working pretty well considering they had very limited use of their hands at this point.

As she spoke the words written down, she was unsure what they had to do with this, but she spoke them, trying not to trip up on the pronunciation. The guards reacted, both howling in pain.

Jess and Luke held as firm as long as they could in the small space of the crowded van, holding onto the man with the blackened eyes who seemed to be now having an epileptic fit in response to whatever Rory was saying.

The one on the floor stopped squirming, turning to Dean Winchester, "This isn't over. We'll be seeing you soon."

The pillar of black smoke burst out of the man's mouth causing the two men who had been holding him down to fall back due to the force. The other followed suit, throwing both Luke and Jess to the other side of the van.

"What the hell?" Luke said.

Winchester moved over to his brother as Luke tentatively took a step towards the unconscious policeman, he carefully stretched out his chained hands feeling for a pulse. He breathed a sigh in relief when he found one; he looked over a Forester who was doing the same thing to the other one. "They're alive?"

"Those bastards were probably not in them long enough to do any real harm." Winchester answered.

"What?" Sam asked as he started come round.

"Trust you bro, out cold when there is work to be done." Winchester said produced a paper clip he could unlock Sam's cuffs.

Sam shook his head, as he took something out of his pocket, "Got my own."

"We should come to this town more often; the cops here are really bad at this aren't they?" Winchester said with a smile.

"We've got to think of a way out of here, but the driver at the front he'll have a gun won't he?" Forester asked.

"Yep, but with any luck Rory's little exorcism took care of him too," Winchester replied.

"Do we want to test, whatever you are talking about right now?" Jess asked.

"Okay, might be an idea to stay in here for a moment," Winchester replied causing Forester to go for something in his pocket tossing it to Winchester.

"You took the boy scout motto way to seriously?" Winchester jokily said looking at the chalk in his hands.

"Are you complaining?" Forester asked as Winchester went to draw a devil's trap on the back door, he stopped turning to Forester before looking at the chalk in his hand.

"I don't want to know where you hid this when they padded you down, do I?"

Forester smiled. "Shut up."

"What happened?" Sam asked as he sat down and rubbed his head.

"Rory saved our collective asses." Forester said.

"Yeah, by feeling up yours," Winchester said jokingly as he began to draw on the walls of the van again.

"What the hell did you make her read?" Lorelai asked as she held onto her stunned daughter.

"Whatever it was, it stopped these guys cold," Jess said nodding in the direction of the two unconscious guards as he rubbed his wrist which was a little raw from the handcuffs.

Rory stood up and handed Forester back the piece of paper, who in turn handed it to Sam, "Cheat sheet."

"You're carrying an exorcism ritual with you?" Sam asked as he looked at the carefully written words in on the piece of paper.

"Bobby said that I should memorize it, but I'm having problems," Forester replied as Sam noted the phonetic spelling underneath the Latin on the sheet of paper in his hands. "My pronunciation sucks."

"Latin - verbs are a bitch," Winchester said, "I always sound like I'm ordering pizza."

"That is because you usually are, if you are doing it from memory," Sam said.

"Morsus mihi in meus pilosus ass, bitch puer," Winchester retorted.

"Oh that you can say without a dictionary - real mature!" Sam replied as he rubbed the bump on his head.

"Say what you want, I'm not the one who got the elbow to the face. But that is the price you pay for having that big brain of yours, shouldn't be such a double threat should you, Britney?" Winchester said.

"If my head wasn't throbbing, I'd have something to say to that," Sam replied.

Winchester grinned. "You know, I was thinking speaking of you and that art history course and seeing how we are on the East Coast; so what do you say, once we get out of this of course about heading…."

"Dean! No" Sam firmly.

"What? She's my friend too," Dean said picking up a night stick and throwing it to Jess.

"We are not swinging by to see Sarah."

"Why not? You two had a fight I don't know about?" Winchester asked causing Sam to glare at his brother. "You have talked to her lately, haven't you?"

Sam huffed, "Jesus Dean, haven't we caused enough problems today?"

"Who's Sarah," Forester asked to which Winchester grinned.

"None of your business," Sam replied.

"Art dealer in New York," Winchester said answering Forester's question. "Cute, spunky, a barrel of fun, you'd like her and she might like you seeing how she has thing for guys with bad hair or at least she did the last time I saw her."

Sam huffed, "Bro, there are limits!"

Winchester picked up pepper spray to hand to Lorelai. "I just want to go say hello to an old friend."

"Dean! Shut up!" Sam replied causing almost everyone else in the van to smile.

"He says that like he has a problem spending time with a girl who's pulse is actually her own," Winchester joked as Sam looked at him, his face as black as thunder.

"What are you going to do with kids today?" Lorelai quietly replied as she took the spray out of Winchester's hand, "What am I to do with is?"

"You might need this for when we get out of here," Winchester admitted.

"You expect us to fight?" Kirk asked.

"No. I expect us to defend ourselves if we need to. So please, point that away from me," Winchester said.

"This isn't a joke is it?" Kirk asked quietly, "This is real; all of this is real."

"No, it can't be real," Rory said as Winchester tried to hand her the other pepper spray. She looked up at him. "But the smoke, they weren't faking it were they? Ruby, demons everything you guys were talking about it exists doesn't it?"

"Glad to see you're finally getting to the same page as the rest of us," Winchester said sympathetically. "Now can we focus on how not to get shot up?"

"Not to rain on your parade, but seeing how this is kind of new to us what are you guys planning?" Luke asked, as Forester was handed the other nightstick.

The Winchester brothers looked at each other, but before they had a chance to answer they heard the sound of the door lock opening was heard. Winchester and Luke nodded and took up positions by the door. They pushed out hard in the hope of knocking the person opening the door out cold, but instead of the expected group of possessed guards, three masked individuals each holding shotguns greeted them.

One of them bobbed the gun, as he noted the night stick in Jess's hand "Drop it."

Winchester swallowed, as the others dropped their weapons. He looked over his shoulder at his brother and Forester. "Like we weren't in enough trouble."