The New Recruit, part 7 of 7
The New Recruit, Part 7 of 7
Characters: We add one.
Pairings: Nadia/Walter, Nadia/Cally, Winchesters/Being Awesome,
Disclaimers: R. Violence. Bad Language. Character Death. Blatant setting up for a sequel.
"Is anyone else seriously confused here?" Weiss asked. He glanced around the room, at the Impala with the bulky form in the back seat, to the Winchester brothers with shotguns in hand, to the crazy-eyed Martin Blank, to the crazy-in-general guy who called himself Barty Crouch Junior, the old Walter with his haird pulled back, to the now standing a severely pissed looking Cain Marko. "Cause seriously, this is turning into a giant cluster fuck."
"That's it," Barty spat, licking the air. "Kill them all." He raised his wand and levelled it at Nadia. "I'll start with--" The shotgun blast to the stomach doubled him over before he could finished his sentence.
Dean turned his gun on tho the demon-possessed Marty. "Sammy, cut them free, now!"
Sam lowered his gun and went to cut the ropes binding the band of intrepid secret agents, starting with the young Walter.
"You've got yourselves into more shit than you can handle, all of you," Marty said. "You ain't got a chance in hell of taking out all of us."
Dean chuckled. "You need to meet a friend of a friend of ours," he said. "Ain't that right, Brock?"
The form in the back of the Impala moved. Stepping out of the back seat was a massive, muscled, and mullet-ed blonde man. He lit a cigarette and looked around.
"You boys need a hand, here?" the man asked.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Cain asked, almost in awe.
"Brock Samson. And you," he said, pointing, "are about to become my bitch."
That was when the proverbial shit hit the fan.
Dean's shotgun sliced clean in thirds, wires from the old Walter flicking at him, dangerously close to filleting his flesh. Cain charged forward, clobbering into Brock. The two behemoths began brawling with ruthless aggression, smash anything that came in their path.
Weiss shoot dup, finally freed from his bonds, only to get shot in the thigh, sending him back to the ground. Marty cackled, blowing the end of his pistol as if he were in some old Western. Then he turned his aim to Sam.
"Marshall," Weiss said, wincing with the pain. "You still got that pen?"
"The one that doubles as a one-shot pistol?" Marshall asked, half panicked.
"No, the one that plays 'Godzilla' by Blue Oyster Cult when you take off the cap," Weiss snarked.
"That's back in--"
"I really meant the pistol one," Weiss said, grimacing.
"Oh, right. What do you--"
"Shoot the bastard!" Weiss said.
"Who m-m-m-me?" Marshall stammered, his sweat soaking through his shirt.
"Do it before he--"
A shot echoed in the room.
Marty crumpled to the ground, bleeding profusely from the leg. He stared over at Marshall.
"Thanks," Marty said. "But you are so fired."
Meanwhile, Sam had just finished cutting the ropes on Cally and Nadia.
"Dios, thank you," Nadia said. But we--"
"Avada. Kedavra." Barty Crouch, blood sputtering from his mouth and pouring from his stomach, had his wand pointed at Nadia. A streak of green light shot forward, to touch her, to end her.
Except a young man in formal attire leapt in the way.
There was no sweet final words, no dying confessions of love. There was only cold, dead eyes. Eyes staring up at Nadia. Walter had saved her, at the cost of himself.
Cally pulled Nadia into a hug, though the Argentinian didn't hug back. All she could do was stare at those eyes, through her own tears.
"Oh shit," said the older Walter, who promptly vanished in a puff of causality.
"Sammy, what happened to the demon?" Dean asked, ignoring the brawl between Cain and Brock that continued to rage.
"I don't--"
A black cloud of darkest night spewed from Marty's mouth, thne the cloud absorbed itself into the bleeding body of Barty Crouch Junior.
"Toodles," Barty said, his eyes turning yellow before he disapparated away.
"Get in the car, Sammy," Dean said. "We got to find this bastard, fast."
"I'm coming with you," Nadia said. Dean and Sam exchanged looks, then nodded.
"I always sit shotgun," Sam said. "Get in back, now."
"I'm coming too," Cally said, standing up.
"No," Nadia said. "You can't."
"I ain't letting you go again," Cally said. "You're going, I'm going, that's final."
"In the car, now!" Dean shouted, climbing into the driver's seat as Sam got in next to him. Cally and Nadia now exchanged looks, nodded in agreement, and got in the back seat of the Impala. The car pulled out of the hole it had made in the building, and peeled off, heading for the causeway off the island.
"Nobody mind us," Weiss grumbled, clutching his thigh, staunching the blood flow.
Marty coughed a bit. "My mouth tasted like I ate sulphur coated Skittles."
Marshall looked at Weiss, scared.
"We'll be fine, guys," Weiss said. "But the Bristows are going to be pissed."
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"He's got to be near," Sam said. "That vanishing thing, plus how hurt he was, there is no way he got far."
"So we find him," Dean said. "We find him and we--"
"Kill him," Nadia finished. The Impala sped down the highway, no one suddenly saying a word.
Cally took in a deep breath, then let it out.
"I have a confession to make," she said, softly.
"There is no time for chick flick moments, here," Dean said. "Make it quick."
Another deep breath.
"My name isn't really Veruca Cally."
That's when the Impala got hit by the semi.
End of The New Recruit
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Characters: We add one.
Pairings: Nadia/Walter, Nadia/Cally, Winchesters/Being Awesome,
Disclaimers: R. Violence. Bad Language. Character Death. Blatant setting up for a sequel.
"Is anyone else seriously confused here?" Weiss asked. He glanced around the room, at the Impala with the bulky form in the back seat, to the Winchester brothers with shotguns in hand, to the crazy-eyed Martin Blank, to the crazy-in-general guy who called himself Barty Crouch Junior, the old Walter with his haird pulled back, to the now standing a severely pissed looking Cain Marko. "Cause seriously, this is turning into a giant cluster fuck."
"That's it," Barty spat, licking the air. "Kill them all." He raised his wand and levelled it at Nadia. "I'll start with--" The shotgun blast to the stomach doubled him over before he could finished his sentence.
Dean turned his gun on tho the demon-possessed Marty. "Sammy, cut them free, now!"
Sam lowered his gun and went to cut the ropes binding the band of intrepid secret agents, starting with the young Walter.
"You've got yourselves into more shit than you can handle, all of you," Marty said. "You ain't got a chance in hell of taking out all of us."
Dean chuckled. "You need to meet a friend of a friend of ours," he said. "Ain't that right, Brock?"
The form in the back of the Impala moved. Stepping out of the back seat was a massive, muscled, and mullet-ed blonde man. He lit a cigarette and looked around.
"You boys need a hand, here?" the man asked.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Cain asked, almost in awe.
"Brock Samson. And you," he said, pointing, "are about to become my bitch."
That was when the proverbial shit hit the fan.
Dean's shotgun sliced clean in thirds, wires from the old Walter flicking at him, dangerously close to filleting his flesh. Cain charged forward, clobbering into Brock. The two behemoths began brawling with ruthless aggression, smash anything that came in their path.
Weiss shoot dup, finally freed from his bonds, only to get shot in the thigh, sending him back to the ground. Marty cackled, blowing the end of his pistol as if he were in some old Western. Then he turned his aim to Sam.
"Marshall," Weiss said, wincing with the pain. "You still got that pen?"
"The one that doubles as a one-shot pistol?" Marshall asked, half panicked.
"No, the one that plays 'Godzilla' by Blue Oyster Cult when you take off the cap," Weiss snarked.
"That's back in--"
"I really meant the pistol one," Weiss said, grimacing.
"Oh, right. What do you--"
"Shoot the bastard!" Weiss said.
"Who m-m-m-me?" Marshall stammered, his sweat soaking through his shirt.
"Do it before he--"
A shot echoed in the room.
Marty crumpled to the ground, bleeding profusely from the leg. He stared over at Marshall.
"Thanks," Marty said. "But you are so fired."
Meanwhile, Sam had just finished cutting the ropes on Cally and Nadia.
"Dios, thank you," Nadia said. But we--"
"Avada. Kedavra." Barty Crouch, blood sputtering from his mouth and pouring from his stomach, had his wand pointed at Nadia. A streak of green light shot forward, to touch her, to end her.
Except a young man in formal attire leapt in the way.
There was no sweet final words, no dying confessions of love. There was only cold, dead eyes. Eyes staring up at Nadia. Walter had saved her, at the cost of himself.
Cally pulled Nadia into a hug, though the Argentinian didn't hug back. All she could do was stare at those eyes, through her own tears.
"Oh shit," said the older Walter, who promptly vanished in a puff of causality.
"Sammy, what happened to the demon?" Dean asked, ignoring the brawl between Cain and Brock that continued to rage.
"I don't--"
A black cloud of darkest night spewed from Marty's mouth, thne the cloud absorbed itself into the bleeding body of Barty Crouch Junior.
"Toodles," Barty said, his eyes turning yellow before he disapparated away.
"Get in the car, Sammy," Dean said. "We got to find this bastard, fast."
"I'm coming with you," Nadia said. Dean and Sam exchanged looks, then nodded.
"I always sit shotgun," Sam said. "Get in back, now."
"I'm coming too," Cally said, standing up.
"No," Nadia said. "You can't."
"I ain't letting you go again," Cally said. "You're going, I'm going, that's final."
"In the car, now!" Dean shouted, climbing into the driver's seat as Sam got in next to him. Cally and Nadia now exchanged looks, nodded in agreement, and got in the back seat of the Impala. The car pulled out of the hole it had made in the building, and peeled off, heading for the causeway off the island.
"Nobody mind us," Weiss grumbled, clutching his thigh, staunching the blood flow.
Marty coughed a bit. "My mouth tasted like I ate sulphur coated Skittles."
Marshall looked at Weiss, scared.
"We'll be fine, guys," Weiss said. "But the Bristows are going to be pissed."
-----
"He's got to be near," Sam said. "That vanishing thing, plus how hurt he was, there is no way he got far."
"So we find him," Dean said. "We find him and we--"
"Kill him," Nadia finished. The Impala sped down the highway, no one suddenly saying a word.
Cally took in a deep breath, then let it out.
"I have a confession to make," she said, softly.
"There is no time for chick flick moments, here," Dean said. "Make it quick."
Another deep breath.
"My name isn't really Veruca Cally."
That's when the Impala got hit by the semi.
End of The New Recruit
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