Breaking the Deal part one
Well hmm, it's been a loooong while. Didn't realize how long. I have commented on other journals in the meantime, but guess I should post something-and why not start with part one of a new two part Supernatural fic. Once I get the second part done, I may see about posting it to Supernaturalfic. My one shot did okay over there, but I don't want to post until it's complete. Of course it's already on ff.net and the fanfic forums at sn.tv, but ah well. Anywho, here is the now AU Breaking the Deal, which should have been done before the season three opener but I write at the pace of slow molasses. If anyone is reading this, it's T or PG-13, no pairings, full of angst and fairly short.
Breaking the deal
Part one
Sam screamed in pain as it felt like his body and soul were being ripped apart. Desperate to escape the torture, his mind retreated to memories of how he’d ended up here.
It had been months, eight months, and he was still no closer to finding a way to save his brother. He’d scoured the internet, and met every contact he could find. He’d dragged Dean from one state to another, only stopping his search when his brother had found a hunt too obvious to ignore. There were definitely more demons active, and Sam had cursed every delay before realizing he had a gold mine of information available. He’d begun to seek out the demons, forcing them to answer his questions. None of them had known how to break the deal Dean had made. When he began to pressure a demon inhabiting a little boy Dean had roughly grabbed his arm, and shouldered him out of the room. His brother had locked the door and done the exorcism himself. The little boy had no memory of what had been going on, and Dean had taken him home, with Sam seething in the motel room after Dean had dropped him off.
That had been a month ago, and since then Dean had kept them away from any hunts that involved demons. He’d kept them away from any crossroads in towns with strange happenings as well, just to make sure Sam didn’t do something stupid. But this town was different. Sam had been looking at the map, Dean yawning behind the wheel. He’d suggested they stop for the night. They were on their way to Florida, to where there had been reports of ghosts haunting a school’s football field. Students had claimed that a wind would blow, then either a mist would arise or a pair of glowing, red eyes would appear at one end of the field. They would hear a voice saying, "Run to the other end of the field or die!" Then, out of nowhere, a football would fly straight at their heads, breaking their necks if they didn’t run fast. Dean thought it would be a nice safe haunting, and Sam had acquiesced, noticing the circles under his brother’s eyes. They were there because Sam had been getting very little sleep, researching most of the night away wherever they stopped, and Dean had been awake because of it, worried for his brother who showed no signs of relaxing.
While Dean pulled off the highway, Sam looked at the map, and noticed that several roads converged. He kept the discovery to himself as they checked into the run down looking establishment. After grabbing some snacks from an ancient looking vending machine, the brothers settled in the room, Dean eyeing his brother as Sam folded his frame into the room’s one chair, the laptop open in front of him.
“You aren’t going to stay up all night again, are you?” Dean questioned his brother, not even trying to hide his concern.
Sam looked across, really noticing his brother...the pale face, the dark smudges below his eyes, the tenseness and weariness in his posture...and knew he looked no better. This had to end, because in trying to save Dean living like this was slowly killing them both. He bit his lip, then shook his head. He shut the laptop and picked up a package of processed cheese.
He began to eat, and asked around a mouthful, “So do they have cable?”
He noted with relief that Dean relaxed, opening a package of his favorite Peanut M & M’s. For the next half hour they even managed to joke about the awful selection of programming available. Sam lay relaxed in his bed under the blanket a short while later, the steam from Dean’s shower adding a wet smell to the room’s slightly stale odor. He shut his eyes, and allowed himself to begin to drift off, hearing his brother getting into his own bed. He gave it twenty minutes, enough time for Dean to get relaxed enough to sleep. With the amount of driving his brother had done, coupled with sleepless nights, he knew tonight Dean would likely rest deeply, especially if he thought Sam was sleeping as well.
Slowly he eased the covers off. His brother’s breathing didn’t change, and Sam slid his fully clothed form noiselessly from the bed. He carried his shoes to the door, quietly opening it. He stole out into the night, closing the door as soundlessly as he’d opened it, leaving the salt line untouched. He shut his eyes a moment, taking in a deep breath, and then walked carefully to the Impala, putting on his shoes when he reached it and retrieving items from the trunk. Then he began to walk, following his memory of the map until he reached the point where several roads met.
He dug a hole in the center of the crossroad and placed the already prepared box inside, feeling a chill as he did so. Spreading the dirt back over, he straightened up, looking around apprehensively. Hearing a noise he turned, but it was only an owl. Then he felt a presence behind him and whirled back, his hand dipping into his jacket pocket so that when he finished turning back the gun filled with consecrated iron bullets was pointing at the raven haired demon who slowly smiled at him.
“Well if it isn’t Sammy Winchester,” she drawled.
“You know me?” he asked, keeping the gun trained on her and ignoring the ice in his stomach.
“Oh, I would definitely say I’ve heard your name passed around,” the demon replied, her eyes flashing red. “Your brother was desperate to bring you back-and here you are, just as desperate to save him. You Winchesters, you’re better than a soap opera.”
Sam clicked off the safety. “Tell me how to break his deal,” he said simply.
The woman threw back her head and laughed. Sam fired, intentionally missing...the bullet however passed close enough to stir the black hair. Suddenly the demon was standing right in front of him, grabbing at the gun. Sam squirted her with the bottle of holy water he’d hidden in his other hand and she fell back, hissing.
“Tell me,” he repeated, aiming the gun at her heart. It wouldn’t kill her, but it would hurt like hell.
“So that’s how you want to play,” the demon said, smiling almost savagely. “You know if Dean tried to weasel out of this deal you’d drop dead immediately. I don’t think that’s what your big brother wants-“
“That was if Dean tried to get out of the deal. I’m not him, so that threat isn’t valid. Semantics. How can he be freed without someone making a deal or dying for him?”
The demon cocked her head. “You really would have made a good lawyer. Too bad. There isn’t a way out, a deal is a deal. Your brother has four months, I suggest you make the most of it with him-“
Sam fired again, this time hitting her in the shoulder. Her eyes went wide as the impact of the holy water he’d rinsed the bullets in ripped a scream from the demon’s throat. He once again aimed at her heart.
“I could do this all day until you tell me the truth,” he said coldly, heart thumping. He didn’t let her see his own revulsion at his actions, but for Dean he’d do anything. Steeling his voice, he said, “So how do I get him out of it?”
The demon growled at him, eyes flickering red. “You really want to know? For you, there is a way, but I can’t do it. You’ll have to deal with another.”
She jerked her head, and Sam felt the gun fly from his hand, the bottle of holy water following. Before he could grasp his backup gun he suddenly felt they weren’t alone. He blindly struck out, hitting what felt like flesh to his left when his right arm was roughly seized by another presence. Turning, he came face to shoulder with a large and beefy form. Looking up, his gaze locked with a pair of red eyes, sunk in a large piggish face. He felt his left arm wrenched behind his back by the twin to the demon on the right. He struggled briefly before the female demon’s voice broke through his concentration.
“Keep fighting and you won’t be able to save your brother.”
He instantly stopped, chest heaving as he looked back to her. A cold mist swirled up behind her, the sweat coating his body feeling clammy as the mist approached him. Fiery red eyes took shape, a grayish face appearing from the mist. It had made no attempt to look human, and the sheer aura of evil surrounding the being that stared at him as though wanting to devour him whole made him feel like retching.
The female demon lowered her head and backed up as the larger form came closer. A clawed finger reached out, touching his chest. Sam’s breathing quickened and he shivered involuntarily. Then the flat of the demon’s hand drew back and slammed onto his left cheek, knocking his head to the right. It then struck him on his right cheek, whipping his head to the left. He could feel blood flowing from the cut made by the creature’s claws as it had dragged them forward along his flesh.
“That is for harming one that you summoned,” the demon’s raspy voice proclaimed.
Sam swallowed but remained silent.
“Bind him,” the demon told the hulks holding him.
That's it for now :) All I have to do now is finish the thing... If you read this far, hope you have a good day :)
Breaking the deal
Part one
Sam screamed in pain as it felt like his body and soul were being ripped apart. Desperate to escape the torture, his mind retreated to memories of how he’d ended up here.
It had been months, eight months, and he was still no closer to finding a way to save his brother. He’d scoured the internet, and met every contact he could find. He’d dragged Dean from one state to another, only stopping his search when his brother had found a hunt too obvious to ignore. There were definitely more demons active, and Sam had cursed every delay before realizing he had a gold mine of information available. He’d begun to seek out the demons, forcing them to answer his questions. None of them had known how to break the deal Dean had made. When he began to pressure a demon inhabiting a little boy Dean had roughly grabbed his arm, and shouldered him out of the room. His brother had locked the door and done the exorcism himself. The little boy had no memory of what had been going on, and Dean had taken him home, with Sam seething in the motel room after Dean had dropped him off.
That had been a month ago, and since then Dean had kept them away from any hunts that involved demons. He’d kept them away from any crossroads in towns with strange happenings as well, just to make sure Sam didn’t do something stupid. But this town was different. Sam had been looking at the map, Dean yawning behind the wheel. He’d suggested they stop for the night. They were on their way to Florida, to where there had been reports of ghosts haunting a school’s football field. Students had claimed that a wind would blow, then either a mist would arise or a pair of glowing, red eyes would appear at one end of the field. They would hear a voice saying, "Run to the other end of the field or die!" Then, out of nowhere, a football would fly straight at their heads, breaking their necks if they didn’t run fast. Dean thought it would be a nice safe haunting, and Sam had acquiesced, noticing the circles under his brother’s eyes. They were there because Sam had been getting very little sleep, researching most of the night away wherever they stopped, and Dean had been awake because of it, worried for his brother who showed no signs of relaxing.
While Dean pulled off the highway, Sam looked at the map, and noticed that several roads converged. He kept the discovery to himself as they checked into the run down looking establishment. After grabbing some snacks from an ancient looking vending machine, the brothers settled in the room, Dean eyeing his brother as Sam folded his frame into the room’s one chair, the laptop open in front of him.
“You aren’t going to stay up all night again, are you?” Dean questioned his brother, not even trying to hide his concern.
Sam looked across, really noticing his brother...the pale face, the dark smudges below his eyes, the tenseness and weariness in his posture...and knew he looked no better. This had to end, because in trying to save Dean living like this was slowly killing them both. He bit his lip, then shook his head. He shut the laptop and picked up a package of processed cheese.
He began to eat, and asked around a mouthful, “So do they have cable?”
He noted with relief that Dean relaxed, opening a package of his favorite Peanut M & M’s. For the next half hour they even managed to joke about the awful selection of programming available. Sam lay relaxed in his bed under the blanket a short while later, the steam from Dean’s shower adding a wet smell to the room’s slightly stale odor. He shut his eyes, and allowed himself to begin to drift off, hearing his brother getting into his own bed. He gave it twenty minutes, enough time for Dean to get relaxed enough to sleep. With the amount of driving his brother had done, coupled with sleepless nights, he knew tonight Dean would likely rest deeply, especially if he thought Sam was sleeping as well.
Slowly he eased the covers off. His brother’s breathing didn’t change, and Sam slid his fully clothed form noiselessly from the bed. He carried his shoes to the door, quietly opening it. He stole out into the night, closing the door as soundlessly as he’d opened it, leaving the salt line untouched. He shut his eyes a moment, taking in a deep breath, and then walked carefully to the Impala, putting on his shoes when he reached it and retrieving items from the trunk. Then he began to walk, following his memory of the map until he reached the point where several roads met.
He dug a hole in the center of the crossroad and placed the already prepared box inside, feeling a chill as he did so. Spreading the dirt back over, he straightened up, looking around apprehensively. Hearing a noise he turned, but it was only an owl. Then he felt a presence behind him and whirled back, his hand dipping into his jacket pocket so that when he finished turning back the gun filled with consecrated iron bullets was pointing at the raven haired demon who slowly smiled at him.
“Well if it isn’t Sammy Winchester,” she drawled.
“You know me?” he asked, keeping the gun trained on her and ignoring the ice in his stomach.
“Oh, I would definitely say I’ve heard your name passed around,” the demon replied, her eyes flashing red. “Your brother was desperate to bring you back-and here you are, just as desperate to save him. You Winchesters, you’re better than a soap opera.”
Sam clicked off the safety. “Tell me how to break his deal,” he said simply.
The woman threw back her head and laughed. Sam fired, intentionally missing...the bullet however passed close enough to stir the black hair. Suddenly the demon was standing right in front of him, grabbing at the gun. Sam squirted her with the bottle of holy water he’d hidden in his other hand and she fell back, hissing.
“Tell me,” he repeated, aiming the gun at her heart. It wouldn’t kill her, but it would hurt like hell.
“So that’s how you want to play,” the demon said, smiling almost savagely. “You know if Dean tried to weasel out of this deal you’d drop dead immediately. I don’t think that’s what your big brother wants-“
“That was if Dean tried to get out of the deal. I’m not him, so that threat isn’t valid. Semantics. How can he be freed without someone making a deal or dying for him?”
The demon cocked her head. “You really would have made a good lawyer. Too bad. There isn’t a way out, a deal is a deal. Your brother has four months, I suggest you make the most of it with him-“
Sam fired again, this time hitting her in the shoulder. Her eyes went wide as the impact of the holy water he’d rinsed the bullets in ripped a scream from the demon’s throat. He once again aimed at her heart.
“I could do this all day until you tell me the truth,” he said coldly, heart thumping. He didn’t let her see his own revulsion at his actions, but for Dean he’d do anything. Steeling his voice, he said, “So how do I get him out of it?”
The demon growled at him, eyes flickering red. “You really want to know? For you, there is a way, but I can’t do it. You’ll have to deal with another.”
She jerked her head, and Sam felt the gun fly from his hand, the bottle of holy water following. Before he could grasp his backup gun he suddenly felt they weren’t alone. He blindly struck out, hitting what felt like flesh to his left when his right arm was roughly seized by another presence. Turning, he came face to shoulder with a large and beefy form. Looking up, his gaze locked with a pair of red eyes, sunk in a large piggish face. He felt his left arm wrenched behind his back by the twin to the demon on the right. He struggled briefly before the female demon’s voice broke through his concentration.
“Keep fighting and you won’t be able to save your brother.”
He instantly stopped, chest heaving as he looked back to her. A cold mist swirled up behind her, the sweat coating his body feeling clammy as the mist approached him. Fiery red eyes took shape, a grayish face appearing from the mist. It had made no attempt to look human, and the sheer aura of evil surrounding the being that stared at him as though wanting to devour him whole made him feel like retching.
The female demon lowered her head and backed up as the larger form came closer. A clawed finger reached out, touching his chest. Sam’s breathing quickened and he shivered involuntarily. Then the flat of the demon’s hand drew back and slammed onto his left cheek, knocking his head to the right. It then struck him on his right cheek, whipping his head to the left. He could feel blood flowing from the cut made by the creature’s claws as it had dragged them forward along his flesh.
“That is for harming one that you summoned,” the demon’s raspy voice proclaimed.
Sam swallowed but remained silent.
“Bind him,” the demon told the hulks holding him.
That's it for now :) All I have to do now is finish the thing... If you read this far, hope you have a good day :)