The Same Coin [2/?]
Something I realized while I was working on this chapter. For the sake of continuity and because I haven’t seen past the second season in SG-1 I’m going to focus primarily on the Supernatural time line. I know the show’s crossed over for a couple of years but I just don’t know enough about what the characters were like then to write them well. I’ll stick with what I know for the time being. I hope to all of you that know SG-1 well that this won’t affect your enjoyment of the fic! I hope you enjoy this chapter!
One
Title: The Same Coin
Shows: Supernatural/Stargate SG-1
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Adventure/Hurt/Comfort
Spoilers: None for either show
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from either Supernatural or Stargate SG-1
Summary: Crossover with Stargate SG-1. Sam and Dean are on the hunt for a demon, what happens when the rash of unexplained deaths attracts the attention of the SGC? -Set during Season 2 of Supernatural-
Dean watched Sam disappear out the motel room door, hair neatly combed full suit on, identification for the CDC in his front pocket. He was happy to let his brother take on this job, as he leaned back in his chair Sam’s laptop searching a database in front of him. It hadn’t taken much to find the man by the name Jack O’Neil, but the information he’d found under the name was lacking to say the least.
It was a distinguished record, but there was nothing in it that would suggest why this Air Force Colonel would be looking into a supernatural event. And it wasn’t just a pastime interest as he was still in service to the army, in a department that dealt with Deep Space Radar Telemetry? Dean raised an eyebrow at the sight, whatever it was it had earned him a metal.
“Whatever it is sounds made up to me,” Dean muttered to himself, pulling his cell out of his pocket and quickly searched for Ash’s number.
The phone picked up on the second ring, “This had better be important,” the computer hacker sounded a little breathless.
“If she’s that good you could have let it go to voice,” Dean laughed if positions were reversed he knew he would have.
“What do you need?” Ash asked pointedly.
“I need you to find out everything you can about an Air Force Colonel by the name of Jack O’Neil.” He responded absently reaching across the table to crank the small radio resting against the wall.
“Any particular reason?” he inquired sounding curious.
Dean pulled his free hand down his face, “I want to know why the army would suddenly be interested in demonic attacks.”
“Where are you now?”
“Colorado Springs.”
“Nine deaths in two weeks right?”
“You keep track of everything?” Dean returned.
“I called Bobby about it, thought he might be interested. What he passed it off to you?” in the background Dean could head the key strikes of Ash searching.
He nodded his head without thinking, “We were closer.”
There was a moment of silence before Ash spoke up again, “Isn’t NORAD somewhere around there?”
“I thought you had all the answers,” Dean smirked, but quickly answered. “Yeah outside of the city limits, it wouldn’t surprise me if he were stationed there.”
“Prepare to be not surprised,” Ash confirmed Dean’s suspicions. “He received the Air Medal for Analysis of Deep Space Radar Telemetry?” Ash chuckled on the other end of the phone, “I’m not an army man but even that doesn’t sound quite right to me.”
The hunter sighed, “I didn’t call for information I could find on my own.”
“Right,” Ash brushed his complaint aside, “Give me some time, it’ll take a while to hack NORAD’s computer systems.”
“Call me when you get something,” Dean said before hanging up. Tossing the phone back on the table, Dean glanced over the books and papers Sam had gathered most were the usual reports that suggested demonic activity. They had a list of names, the men and women that had been killed in the past two weeks, but so far Dean couldn’t see a pattern.
With a sigh Dean got to his feet and shrugged into his leather jacket, he couldn’t research on an empty stomach. Slipping his cellphone into his pocket Dean picked up the keys to the motel room and walked outside. There was a convenience store just down the road.
Stepping inside the Gas’n Go Dean’s eyes caught site of the local newspaper, and he picked it up out of habit and strolled deeper into the store. The main headline wasn’t about the murders, which surprised him. Folding the paper in his left hand Dean quickly grabbed a sandwich, drink, and snack before paying and making his way back to the motel room.
He tossed the paper down on the table looking at the front page picture, an eyebrow quirked. It looked like the camera had been out of focus when the picture was taken; “Huh…” he grunted retaking his seat behind the laptop.
Dean had only just taken a bite of his sandwich when his cell went off. Dusting his hands off the hunter pulled the small device out of his pocket, a glance at the ID told him it was Sam. “Yeah, what’d you got?”
“Got lunch without me I see.”
“You wouldn’t have hand anything anyways,” Dean smirked taking another bite of his food.
“I’ve got the reports,” Sam said getting to the matter at hand, “Turns out I’m not the first person outside of the police to look into this.”
“Who got there first?” he asked cracking open his drink.
“An archeologist, if you can believe that, he’s got some high end job at NORAD, I couldn’t get much information beyond that.”
Dean looked up eyes catching sight of the newspaper, “Archeologist you said?”
“Yeah why?”
“City found an ancient burial site about a month ago; two weeks ago they uncovered a strange artifact,” Dean read off the highlights.
“That’s right around the time the murders started,” Sam commented.
“Right, so get back here, I’ve got Ash searching for Jack O’Neil, what I found just doesn’t add up.”
“I’m on my way,” Sam said before the line went dead.
---SPN/SG-1---
“This is the kid you saw?” Jack asked holding the paper in front of him. Teal’c had just finished with the sketch artist, and the result was a surprisingly detailed picture of a man who Jack thought might have been in his late twenties.
“What do you think Jack?” Daniel spoke up.
Jack shook his head, “Could just be a curious neighbor.”
“Sir, considering what we may be dealing with I think we should run it through the system, see if anything pops up.” Sam suggested glancing over Jack’s arm at the sketch.
He nodded in agreement, “Do it.”
---SPN/SG-1---
“This can’t be the best picture they have,” Sam said left hand slapping against the front of the newspaper.
Dean looked up from the autopsy reports in front of him, “There was a comment in there, about none of their best equipment getting a better shot.”
Sam pulled his laptop to the edge of the table, “I’d like to take a look at this thing.”
“Find out where it’s on display,” Dean suggested when he cell went off at his elbow, a quick glance at the screen and he flipped it open. “Yeah Ash what’d you got for me?”
“At the moment nothing much,” the tech admitted.
“Then why’re you calling?” he returned flipping another page back in one of the folders.
“To give you an update.”
“You haven’t found anything yet, I’ll be sure to give you a gold star for effort, Ash,” Dean told him dryly.
On the other end of the phone Ash laughed, “I said I haven’t found much, not I haven’t found anything. NORAD has records of Jack O’Neil working on base, but nothing more than his service record. However once a week they make a huge info dump, nearly double what they already have on their secured servers.”
“Okay,” Dean said glancing at his brother, “That’s something, when’s this going to happen?”
“Tomorrow,” Ash replied, “There’s only a small window for me to hack the system. The information’s completely gone within a couple of hours.”
Dean smiled, “Sounds like what we’re looking for.”
“You should be getting the information by 4:00pm tomorrow.”
“Alright, thanks Ash,” Dean shut the phone.
“You weren’t able to find anything useful about O’Neil?” Sam asked brown eyes briefly leaving his computer screen.
“Just his service records with more than enough military double talk to make me wonder,” he replied rubbing his right hand across his jaw, feeling the cool touch of his silver ring. “Am I reading this right? The inner lining of the heart’s been completely removed?”
He saw Sam nod through the corner of his eye, “Same for every victim, the ME didn’t seem to want to admit it, but it appears very ritualistic.”
“Huh…” Dean muttered, “None of these victims are connected in any way are they?” the first three he looked at originated from various parts of the US and didn’t seem to run in any of the same circles.”
“Nothing that the police had been able to find so far,” Sam confirmed, “The burial ground where the artifact was discovered was dug up by the University of the Rockies, seems they’re keeping the artifact on their campus at the moment.”
“Public display?” Dean asked, though it didn’t really matter, they could easily find their way in. Sam just smirked returning to his research.
---SPN/SG-1---
“Just hold that there Colonel,” Dr. Fraiser instructed, no matter how many times she’d taken blood it was always the same. Jack bent his elbow keeping pressure on the inside of the joint.
“Colonel!” Samantha’s voice called as she rounded the corner into the base’s infirmary.
“Captain Carter,” he greeted, “What have you got for me?” Jack glanced over to Janet, “Am I done here?”
She smiled, “For now, thank you Colonel.”
“Always a pleasure,” he replied only letting it sound a little dry. “So, what has you looking so excited?” Jack asked again as he pulled the sleeve of his shirt back down.
“Teal’c’s sketch caught a hit in the FBI’s database, a Dean Winchester,” she explained glancing down into the folder she was carrying.
“What’s he on their list for?”
“A host of offenses,” Sam replied, “Murder topping the list, along with breaking and entering, theft, and desecration of human corpses.” Sam raddled them off as they made their way back up to the briefing room, “One of the more interesting notes in his file is the date of his death October 18th Last year in St. Louis.”
Jack looked as her skeptically, “There’s more?” he knew there had to be beyond that, what with Teal’c seeing him earlier that day.
“Only a few weeks ago in Milwaukee Wisconsin, Dean and his brother Samuel took part in a bank robbery,” flipping back a couple of the folder’s pages Sam glanced back up at him “They somehow managed to escape the scene and the FBI.”
“So what the hell is he doing here?” Jack asked directing his question at the other members of his team, as Daniel looked up from the computer terminal he was sitting at.
“Uh…” Daniel began glancing back at his screen, “To be honest we’re not sure.”
“Well do you at least know if they’re human?” if they were there was no point in pursuing them. There were bigger threats for them to be worrying about than a couple of psychos the FBI couldn’t get their hands on.
“Not sure about that either,” Daniel replied turning his computer screen towards Jack so he could see the pictures it was displaying. “These are the crime scene photos from St. Louis, unless he has an identical twin that’s Dean Winchester’s body.”
Sam passed the folder she was carrying over so Jack could see the boy’s mug shot. There was no mistaking the body in the pictures was a dead ringer for Dean Winchester. The rest of the information in the folder confirmed that the boy didn’t have any other siblings besides Samuel and that both his parents were dead. Jack sighed shaking his head, “This is far from conclusive.”
“Well there’s one thing we know for certain,” Daniel commented coming to his feet, “Dean Winchester isn’t dead.”
Jack sighed, “Alright so contact this,” he glanced back down at the name, “Henricksen, tell him we’ve got a lead on his case.”
He could tell Daniel was going to protest before he’d even opened his mouth, “Jack I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
“Why?” he returned immediately, “We’ve got no proof that these are anything other than highly resourceful psychopaths I believe that falls under the FBI’s jurisdiction.”
“Colonel O’Neil,” Teal’c’s booming voice cut off whatever Daniel had been about to say in response.
The Jaffa was sitting at another computer, “What did you find?” he asked squinting at the screen from where he stood, it looked like surveillance footage.
“Something you should see,” he replied simply, and they all quickly crowded behind the computer. “I believe this answers the question about Dean Winchester.”
Jack watched as the boy in question approached the high end home, the footage was somewhat grainy. But there was no mistaking what Teal’c had been talking about when Dean looked up directly at the camera. His eyes flashed brightly before he disappeared inside the house.
“Jack!” Daniel exclaimed, “He’s a Gou’ald.”
“Last I checked they couldn’t exactly rise from the dead either,” the Colonel commented, “Least not without a sarcophagus.”
“Sir, if they are Gou’ald what have they been doing all this time?” Samantha asked folding her arms across her chest.
“Perhaps they are of the Tok’ra,” Teal’c offered solemnly.
O’Neil shook his head, it didn’t really matter one way or the other, if these boys were Gou’ald then they needed to be brought in. “We’ll need to track them down,” he said opening the folder once more, “Take all available resources.”
“Yes sir,” Sam nodded taking the folder back from him before leaving the room.
“I take it you’ve found something Colonel,” General Hammond said as he stepped out of his office.
“Looks like a couple of rouge Gou’alds,” he said with a nod, directing the General’s attention to the computer screen. Daniel stepped forward with a second folder no doubt containing information on Dean Winchester.
Hammond passed a piece of paper to Jack, “Well they might be a step ahead of you,” he commented tone gruff. “You’re personnel records were accessed by an unauthorized user, a few hours ago.”
“They must have heard your name at the house,” Daniel commented.
“Well that’s an honor,” Jack said sarcastically dropping down onto one of the leather chairs. “Does this seem odd to anyone else?” he asked after a moment. “When was the last time we came across the Gou’ald acting this way?”
“What do you mean?” the archeologist questioned, “Using our technology?” he guessed.
“Yeah, haven’t they always had their own, far more direct ways of dealing with us?”
Daniel shrugged, “The Winchesters may not have always been possessed by the Gou’ald.”
“Can’t say I’m all that comforted that two humans could have done all that they’re accused of,” Jack sighed, although he knew it shouldn’t surprise him. He’s seen far too much in his life to be left stunned by this.
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed!
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One
Title: The Same Coin
Shows: Supernatural/Stargate SG-1
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Adventure/Hurt/Comfort
Spoilers: None for either show
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from either Supernatural or Stargate SG-1
Summary: Crossover with Stargate SG-1. Sam and Dean are on the hunt for a demon, what happens when the rash of unexplained deaths attracts the attention of the SGC? -Set during Season 2 of Supernatural-
Dean watched Sam disappear out the motel room door, hair neatly combed full suit on, identification for the CDC in his front pocket. He was happy to let his brother take on this job, as he leaned back in his chair Sam’s laptop searching a database in front of him. It hadn’t taken much to find the man by the name Jack O’Neil, but the information he’d found under the name was lacking to say the least.
It was a distinguished record, but there was nothing in it that would suggest why this Air Force Colonel would be looking into a supernatural event. And it wasn’t just a pastime interest as he was still in service to the army, in a department that dealt with Deep Space Radar Telemetry? Dean raised an eyebrow at the sight, whatever it was it had earned him a metal.
“Whatever it is sounds made up to me,” Dean muttered to himself, pulling his cell out of his pocket and quickly searched for Ash’s number.
The phone picked up on the second ring, “This had better be important,” the computer hacker sounded a little breathless.
“If she’s that good you could have let it go to voice,” Dean laughed if positions were reversed he knew he would have.
“What do you need?” Ash asked pointedly.
“I need you to find out everything you can about an Air Force Colonel by the name of Jack O’Neil.” He responded absently reaching across the table to crank the small radio resting against the wall.
“Any particular reason?” he inquired sounding curious.
Dean pulled his free hand down his face, “I want to know why the army would suddenly be interested in demonic attacks.”
“Where are you now?”
“Colorado Springs.”
“Nine deaths in two weeks right?”
“You keep track of everything?” Dean returned.
“I called Bobby about it, thought he might be interested. What he passed it off to you?” in the background Dean could head the key strikes of Ash searching.
He nodded his head without thinking, “We were closer.”
There was a moment of silence before Ash spoke up again, “Isn’t NORAD somewhere around there?”
“I thought you had all the answers,” Dean smirked, but quickly answered. “Yeah outside of the city limits, it wouldn’t surprise me if he were stationed there.”
“Prepare to be not surprised,” Ash confirmed Dean’s suspicions. “He received the Air Medal for Analysis of Deep Space Radar Telemetry?” Ash chuckled on the other end of the phone, “I’m not an army man but even that doesn’t sound quite right to me.”
The hunter sighed, “I didn’t call for information I could find on my own.”
“Right,” Ash brushed his complaint aside, “Give me some time, it’ll take a while to hack NORAD’s computer systems.”
“Call me when you get something,” Dean said before hanging up. Tossing the phone back on the table, Dean glanced over the books and papers Sam had gathered most were the usual reports that suggested demonic activity. They had a list of names, the men and women that had been killed in the past two weeks, but so far Dean couldn’t see a pattern.
With a sigh Dean got to his feet and shrugged into his leather jacket, he couldn’t research on an empty stomach. Slipping his cellphone into his pocket Dean picked up the keys to the motel room and walked outside. There was a convenience store just down the road.
Stepping inside the Gas’n Go Dean’s eyes caught site of the local newspaper, and he picked it up out of habit and strolled deeper into the store. The main headline wasn’t about the murders, which surprised him. Folding the paper in his left hand Dean quickly grabbed a sandwich, drink, and snack before paying and making his way back to the motel room.
He tossed the paper down on the table looking at the front page picture, an eyebrow quirked. It looked like the camera had been out of focus when the picture was taken; “Huh…” he grunted retaking his seat behind the laptop.
Dean had only just taken a bite of his sandwich when his cell went off. Dusting his hands off the hunter pulled the small device out of his pocket, a glance at the ID told him it was Sam. “Yeah, what’d you got?”
“Got lunch without me I see.”
“You wouldn’t have hand anything anyways,” Dean smirked taking another bite of his food.
“I’ve got the reports,” Sam said getting to the matter at hand, “Turns out I’m not the first person outside of the police to look into this.”
“Who got there first?” he asked cracking open his drink.
“An archeologist, if you can believe that, he’s got some high end job at NORAD, I couldn’t get much information beyond that.”
Dean looked up eyes catching sight of the newspaper, “Archeologist you said?”
“Yeah why?”
“City found an ancient burial site about a month ago; two weeks ago they uncovered a strange artifact,” Dean read off the highlights.
“That’s right around the time the murders started,” Sam commented.
“Right, so get back here, I’ve got Ash searching for Jack O’Neil, what I found just doesn’t add up.”
“I’m on my way,” Sam said before the line went dead.
---SPN/SG-1---
“This is the kid you saw?” Jack asked holding the paper in front of him. Teal’c had just finished with the sketch artist, and the result was a surprisingly detailed picture of a man who Jack thought might have been in his late twenties.
“What do you think Jack?” Daniel spoke up.
Jack shook his head, “Could just be a curious neighbor.”
“Sir, considering what we may be dealing with I think we should run it through the system, see if anything pops up.” Sam suggested glancing over Jack’s arm at the sketch.
He nodded in agreement, “Do it.”
---SPN/SG-1---
“This can’t be the best picture they have,” Sam said left hand slapping against the front of the newspaper.
Dean looked up from the autopsy reports in front of him, “There was a comment in there, about none of their best equipment getting a better shot.”
Sam pulled his laptop to the edge of the table, “I’d like to take a look at this thing.”
“Find out where it’s on display,” Dean suggested when he cell went off at his elbow, a quick glance at the screen and he flipped it open. “Yeah Ash what’d you got for me?”
“At the moment nothing much,” the tech admitted.
“Then why’re you calling?” he returned flipping another page back in one of the folders.
“To give you an update.”
“You haven’t found anything yet, I’ll be sure to give you a gold star for effort, Ash,” Dean told him dryly.
On the other end of the phone Ash laughed, “I said I haven’t found much, not I haven’t found anything. NORAD has records of Jack O’Neil working on base, but nothing more than his service record. However once a week they make a huge info dump, nearly double what they already have on their secured servers.”
“Okay,” Dean said glancing at his brother, “That’s something, when’s this going to happen?”
“Tomorrow,” Ash replied, “There’s only a small window for me to hack the system. The information’s completely gone within a couple of hours.”
Dean smiled, “Sounds like what we’re looking for.”
“You should be getting the information by 4:00pm tomorrow.”
“Alright, thanks Ash,” Dean shut the phone.
“You weren’t able to find anything useful about O’Neil?” Sam asked brown eyes briefly leaving his computer screen.
“Just his service records with more than enough military double talk to make me wonder,” he replied rubbing his right hand across his jaw, feeling the cool touch of his silver ring. “Am I reading this right? The inner lining of the heart’s been completely removed?”
He saw Sam nod through the corner of his eye, “Same for every victim, the ME didn’t seem to want to admit it, but it appears very ritualistic.”
“Huh…” Dean muttered, “None of these victims are connected in any way are they?” the first three he looked at originated from various parts of the US and didn’t seem to run in any of the same circles.”
“Nothing that the police had been able to find so far,” Sam confirmed, “The burial ground where the artifact was discovered was dug up by the University of the Rockies, seems they’re keeping the artifact on their campus at the moment.”
“Public display?” Dean asked, though it didn’t really matter, they could easily find their way in. Sam just smirked returning to his research.
---SPN/SG-1---
“Just hold that there Colonel,” Dr. Fraiser instructed, no matter how many times she’d taken blood it was always the same. Jack bent his elbow keeping pressure on the inside of the joint.
“Colonel!” Samantha’s voice called as she rounded the corner into the base’s infirmary.
“Captain Carter,” he greeted, “What have you got for me?” Jack glanced over to Janet, “Am I done here?”
She smiled, “For now, thank you Colonel.”
“Always a pleasure,” he replied only letting it sound a little dry. “So, what has you looking so excited?” Jack asked again as he pulled the sleeve of his shirt back down.
“Teal’c’s sketch caught a hit in the FBI’s database, a Dean Winchester,” she explained glancing down into the folder she was carrying.
“What’s he on their list for?”
“A host of offenses,” Sam replied, “Murder topping the list, along with breaking and entering, theft, and desecration of human corpses.” Sam raddled them off as they made their way back up to the briefing room, “One of the more interesting notes in his file is the date of his death October 18th Last year in St. Louis.”
Jack looked as her skeptically, “There’s more?” he knew there had to be beyond that, what with Teal’c seeing him earlier that day.
“Only a few weeks ago in Milwaukee Wisconsin, Dean and his brother Samuel took part in a bank robbery,” flipping back a couple of the folder’s pages Sam glanced back up at him “They somehow managed to escape the scene and the FBI.”
“So what the hell is he doing here?” Jack asked directing his question at the other members of his team, as Daniel looked up from the computer terminal he was sitting at.
“Uh…” Daniel began glancing back at his screen, “To be honest we’re not sure.”
“Well do you at least know if they’re human?” if they were there was no point in pursuing them. There were bigger threats for them to be worrying about than a couple of psychos the FBI couldn’t get their hands on.
“Not sure about that either,” Daniel replied turning his computer screen towards Jack so he could see the pictures it was displaying. “These are the crime scene photos from St. Louis, unless he has an identical twin that’s Dean Winchester’s body.”
Sam passed the folder she was carrying over so Jack could see the boy’s mug shot. There was no mistaking the body in the pictures was a dead ringer for Dean Winchester. The rest of the information in the folder confirmed that the boy didn’t have any other siblings besides Samuel and that both his parents were dead. Jack sighed shaking his head, “This is far from conclusive.”
“Well there’s one thing we know for certain,” Daniel commented coming to his feet, “Dean Winchester isn’t dead.”
Jack sighed, “Alright so contact this,” he glanced back down at the name, “Henricksen, tell him we’ve got a lead on his case.”
He could tell Daniel was going to protest before he’d even opened his mouth, “Jack I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
“Why?” he returned immediately, “We’ve got no proof that these are anything other than highly resourceful psychopaths I believe that falls under the FBI’s jurisdiction.”
“Colonel O’Neil,” Teal’c’s booming voice cut off whatever Daniel had been about to say in response.
The Jaffa was sitting at another computer, “What did you find?” he asked squinting at the screen from where he stood, it looked like surveillance footage.
“Something you should see,” he replied simply, and they all quickly crowded behind the computer. “I believe this answers the question about Dean Winchester.”
Jack watched as the boy in question approached the high end home, the footage was somewhat grainy. But there was no mistaking what Teal’c had been talking about when Dean looked up directly at the camera. His eyes flashed brightly before he disappeared inside the house.
“Jack!” Daniel exclaimed, “He’s a Gou’ald.”
“Last I checked they couldn’t exactly rise from the dead either,” the Colonel commented, “Least not without a sarcophagus.”
“Sir, if they are Gou’ald what have they been doing all this time?” Samantha asked folding her arms across her chest.
“Perhaps they are of the Tok’ra,” Teal’c offered solemnly.
O’Neil shook his head, it didn’t really matter one way or the other, if these boys were Gou’ald then they needed to be brought in. “We’ll need to track them down,” he said opening the folder once more, “Take all available resources.”
“Yes sir,” Sam nodded taking the folder back from him before leaving the room.
“I take it you’ve found something Colonel,” General Hammond said as he stepped out of his office.
“Looks like a couple of rouge Gou’alds,” he said with a nod, directing the General’s attention to the computer screen. Daniel stepped forward with a second folder no doubt containing information on Dean Winchester.
Hammond passed a piece of paper to Jack, “Well they might be a step ahead of you,” he commented tone gruff. “You’re personnel records were accessed by an unauthorized user, a few hours ago.”
“They must have heard your name at the house,” Daniel commented.
“Well that’s an honor,” Jack said sarcastically dropping down onto one of the leather chairs. “Does this seem odd to anyone else?” he asked after a moment. “When was the last time we came across the Gou’ald acting this way?”
“What do you mean?” the archeologist questioned, “Using our technology?” he guessed.
“Yeah, haven’t they always had their own, far more direct ways of dealing with us?”
Daniel shrugged, “The Winchesters may not have always been possessed by the Gou’ald.”
“Can’t say I’m all that comforted that two humans could have done all that they’re accused of,” Jack sighed, although he knew it shouldn’t surprise him. He’s seen far too much in his life to be left stunned by this.
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed!
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