In Spite of All the Danger (2/13)
Title: In Spite of All the Danger
Chapter Title: You Can't Do That
Wordcount: 729 this chapter
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Dean, OMC with appearances by Castiel and Ruby (in later chapters)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None so far. It's set late season 4 so there will possibly be eventual mentions of what's gone on before
Disclaimer: If you recognize the character, it's not mine
Summary: The brothers, in the course of a simple salt and burn, meet up with a stranger who conveniently needs to be rescued
A/N: This is my first Supernatural fic so please be kind. I'm a little nervous regarding its reception. This entry is edited with input from my beta just_ruth Links to the real locations at the bottom.
Song on YouTube: You Can't Do That--The Beatles
One: Dear Prudence
Sam glanced over at Dean who looked pensive-and pissed. “What’s up? First you’re laying into this guy and now you want to drink with him?”
“Keep your enemies closer.”
“Enemies? When did he become an enemy?”
“He is until we learn he isn’t. I don’t trust this guy, Sam. It’s like this was set up so he could meet us.”
“Yeah, being choked by a spirit is the ideal introduction.”
“Then you had to go and give him our names-our real names.”
“As I recall, you yelled for me first.” Sam looked back at the house and Alan was nowhere to be seen. “I wonder how he got here. There are no other cars around and I didn’t see any tracks in the snow.”
“I know. That’s another reason I don’t like this.”
Dean pulled up in front of the bar and switched off the engine. “We just run the usual tests and see what happens.”
Sam followed him to the trunk and watched as he took out a flask of holy water and real silverware. “Well, we know he’s immune to iron, so that’s something. What if he’s just another hunter like us?”
“He’s not a hunter like us.” Dean shook his head. “If need be, we can call Cas.”
“Do you think he’ll be able to help? He doesn’t have his hotline anymore and his mojo’s running low.”
“He might be able to point us in the right direction, at least.” He poured some of the holy water into the beer, enough to be effective without ruining the taste.
“How are you going to test silver? ‘Accidentally’ stab him?”
Dean looked at him as if he were seriously considering it.
“Dean.”
“What if I just kinda…nick his arm?”
“You can’t do that. I’ve got a better idea that doesn’t involve bloodletting. Your ring is silver, so just find an excuse to get him to touch it.”
“You want me to hold hands with a potential nutjob? C’mon, Sam.” He took a swig from his beer.
Sam couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Maybe you could shake hands at some point, if you can bring yourself to be polite.”
“Whatever. Here he comes.”
Alan entered the bar and headed straight for the booth and slipped in opposite them. “Hey,” he said in his British accent.
“Hey,” the brothers responded.
Alan picked up the beer and checked the label. “Good choice.” He took a good long drink.
Sam and Dean relaxed when there was no reaction to the holy water.
“Ugh! Do they water this stuff down?”
“Mine’s fine,” said Dean. “Maybe we should’ve waited to open the bottle. God only knows what could’ve gotten into it.”
“Right.” Alan took another sip. “So, thanks again for the rescue.”
“I’m sure you would have done the same,” Sam got in before Dean swallowed his beer.
“If the positions were reversed, yeah, I guess I would.” He grabbed a handful of peanuts from the bowl on the table. “I’ll admit I was in over my head. How long have you guys been doing this stuff?”
“We were raised in it,” Dean answered. “Take my advice and get out of it. It’s not the kind of life you want.”
“Sorta realized that when the thing had its hands around my throat.” He reached his free hand up to his neck. “I think I’ll be heading back home after this.”
“And where’s that?” Dean asked as if he were truly interested.
“Right now, an apartment in Greenwich Village. My main residence is a suburb of London.”
“What brought you here? I thought there were more than enough spirits in the UK.”
“There are probably more hunters than supernatural creatures in Britain at this point. I thought, ‘brave new world, why not give it a go’ and here I am.” He saluted them with his beer and finished the bottle. “I think I will be calling it a night, gentlemen. I’ll pay for this round on my way out.”
Sam reached out and shook Alan’s hand. Dean followed suit, making sure the ring had prolonged contact. No adverse reaction.
Alan smiled as he stood. “Now that I’ve passed your tests, why don’t we meet up in my room at the B&B down the street? Top floor on your right to the back.” He headed to the door, paid as promised, and then left the building.
A photo tour ot the Town of Torrington
Someone's blog about the bar they go to
Someone's blog about the bar they go to but this one says it might be haunted
Alan's hotel
Three: Help!
Chapter Title: You Can't Do That
Wordcount: 729 this chapter
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Dean, OMC with appearances by Castiel and Ruby (in later chapters)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None so far. It's set late season 4 so there will possibly be eventual mentions of what's gone on before
Disclaimer: If you recognize the character, it's not mine
Summary: The brothers, in the course of a simple salt and burn, meet up with a stranger who conveniently needs to be rescued
A/N: This is my first Supernatural fic so please be kind. I'm a little nervous regarding its reception. This entry is edited with input from my beta just_ruth Links to the real locations at the bottom.
Song on YouTube: You Can't Do That--The Beatles
One: Dear Prudence
Sam glanced over at Dean who looked pensive-and pissed. “What’s up? First you’re laying into this guy and now you want to drink with him?”
“Keep your enemies closer.”
“Enemies? When did he become an enemy?”
“He is until we learn he isn’t. I don’t trust this guy, Sam. It’s like this was set up so he could meet us.”
“Yeah, being choked by a spirit is the ideal introduction.”
“Then you had to go and give him our names-our real names.”
“As I recall, you yelled for me first.” Sam looked back at the house and Alan was nowhere to be seen. “I wonder how he got here. There are no other cars around and I didn’t see any tracks in the snow.”
“I know. That’s another reason I don’t like this.”
Dean pulled up in front of the bar and switched off the engine. “We just run the usual tests and see what happens.”
Sam followed him to the trunk and watched as he took out a flask of holy water and real silverware. “Well, we know he’s immune to iron, so that’s something. What if he’s just another hunter like us?”
“He’s not a hunter like us.” Dean shook his head. “If need be, we can call Cas.”
“Do you think he’ll be able to help? He doesn’t have his hotline anymore and his mojo’s running low.”
“He might be able to point us in the right direction, at least.” He poured some of the holy water into the beer, enough to be effective without ruining the taste.
“How are you going to test silver? ‘Accidentally’ stab him?”
Dean looked at him as if he were seriously considering it.
“Dean.”
“What if I just kinda…nick his arm?”
“You can’t do that. I’ve got a better idea that doesn’t involve bloodletting. Your ring is silver, so just find an excuse to get him to touch it.”
“You want me to hold hands with a potential nutjob? C’mon, Sam.” He took a swig from his beer.
Sam couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Maybe you could shake hands at some point, if you can bring yourself to be polite.”
“Whatever. Here he comes.”
Alan entered the bar and headed straight for the booth and slipped in opposite them. “Hey,” he said in his British accent.
“Hey,” the brothers responded.
Alan picked up the beer and checked the label. “Good choice.” He took a good long drink.
Sam and Dean relaxed when there was no reaction to the holy water.
“Ugh! Do they water this stuff down?”
“Mine’s fine,” said Dean. “Maybe we should’ve waited to open the bottle. God only knows what could’ve gotten into it.”
“Right.” Alan took another sip. “So, thanks again for the rescue.”
“I’m sure you would have done the same,” Sam got in before Dean swallowed his beer.
“If the positions were reversed, yeah, I guess I would.” He grabbed a handful of peanuts from the bowl on the table. “I’ll admit I was in over my head. How long have you guys been doing this stuff?”
“We were raised in it,” Dean answered. “Take my advice and get out of it. It’s not the kind of life you want.”
“Sorta realized that when the thing had its hands around my throat.” He reached his free hand up to his neck. “I think I’ll be heading back home after this.”
“And where’s that?” Dean asked as if he were truly interested.
“Right now, an apartment in Greenwich Village. My main residence is a suburb of London.”
“What brought you here? I thought there were more than enough spirits in the UK.”
“There are probably more hunters than supernatural creatures in Britain at this point. I thought, ‘brave new world, why not give it a go’ and here I am.” He saluted them with his beer and finished the bottle. “I think I will be calling it a night, gentlemen. I’ll pay for this round on my way out.”
Sam reached out and shook Alan’s hand. Dean followed suit, making sure the ring had prolonged contact. No adverse reaction.
Alan smiled as he stood. “Now that I’ve passed your tests, why don’t we meet up in my room at the B&B down the street? Top floor on your right to the back.” He headed to the door, paid as promised, and then left the building.
A photo tour ot the Town of Torrington
Someone's blog about the bar they go to
Someone's blog about the bar they go to but this one says it might be haunted
Alan's hotel
Three: Help!