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Title: Faith In Something Bigger Epilogue/6
Author: Mich
Genre: AU, gen
Warnings: none if you're familiar with the show
Summary: Takes place during the first season episode "Faith," then chucks a u-ey and goes off in its own direction.
Epilogue
The air was cold, with a bit of winter’s bite in it, but it was refreshing after two days of being angry and frustrated. They’d spent the morning and afternoon working with Jayme, who stayed in her beast forms the whole time, learning how to move around her and picking up her bodily cues to know where and how she was going to move. Dean seemed to be more and more taken with how “awesome” it was to have someone like her around, and even though Sam couldn’t match Dean’s enthusiasm, the fear clenching his heart like a fist had eased. He might not trust her entirely, but he found he was at least willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. For now.
“You better come in, Sam,” Dean said, walking up to him. “Unless you want that stump frozen to your ass.”
“I will in a minute. Where’s Jayme?”
“Inside, doing weapons detail.”
“What?”
Dean shrugged. “Best way for her to learn. She’s cleaning all the barrels of the guns.”
“You have a being from a highly advanced civilization cleaning out guns?”
“Hey, she might be from an advanced civilization but in our world she’s a green rookie. Not letting her think that just because she has a few moves and can bite through a two-by-four that she knows everything.”
“Better be careful, Dean,” Sam said as he rose. “She can still put you through a wall.”
“Not worried about that, Sammy. You saw how upset she got earlier when she thought I was hurt.”
“Yeah. I just hope that doesn’t lead to trouble.” He held up his hands at Dean’s sharp look. “I’m just saying. I don’t think she wants to hurt either of us, and it’s pretty clear she wants to help, but inexperience can lead to trouble. I’m just saying be careful.”
“Sam, I’m always careful.”
Sam gave him a bitchface. “Since when?”
They pulled up stakes in the morning, packing up what food was left and leaving the cabin, Jayme making sure the remains of the carport roof were neatly stacked, even though it was a longshot that anyone would see it, much less guess who had smashed it.
Heading south, they stopped in Iowa for a bite. Jayme bought a paper, looking to see if there were any reports of the rawhead or the kids they’d saved. Midway through Dean received a call that had him immediately agitated. He said it was from an old friend whose father was killed, and that she would never, “never,” have called unless they were needed.
Tossing down a few bills, they got up, Jayme folding the paper back up and leaving it on the table for whoever might want it. On the bottom of the front page (a testament to the slow news day) were two small articles side by side.
The one on the left was about the death of a local man, a teacher who was also openly gay, who had inexplicably died of a sudden brain-related injury whose cause was still unknown. The one on the right happily announced that a young woman with a supposedly incurable brain tumor had experienced a sudden and complete remission after visiting a local faith healer.
Author: Mich
Genre: AU, gen
Warnings: none if you're familiar with the show
Summary: Takes place during the first season episode "Faith," then chucks a u-ey and goes off in its own direction.
Epilogue
The air was cold, with a bit of winter’s bite in it, but it was refreshing after two days of being angry and frustrated. They’d spent the morning and afternoon working with Jayme, who stayed in her beast forms the whole time, learning how to move around her and picking up her bodily cues to know where and how she was going to move. Dean seemed to be more and more taken with how “awesome” it was to have someone like her around, and even though Sam couldn’t match Dean’s enthusiasm, the fear clenching his heart like a fist had eased. He might not trust her entirely, but he found he was at least willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. For now.
“You better come in, Sam,” Dean said, walking up to him. “Unless you want that stump frozen to your ass.”
“I will in a minute. Where’s Jayme?”
“Inside, doing weapons detail.”
“What?”
Dean shrugged. “Best way for her to learn. She’s cleaning all the barrels of the guns.”
“You have a being from a highly advanced civilization cleaning out guns?”
“Hey, she might be from an advanced civilization but in our world she’s a green rookie. Not letting her think that just because she has a few moves and can bite through a two-by-four that she knows everything.”
“Better be careful, Dean,” Sam said as he rose. “She can still put you through a wall.”
“Not worried about that, Sammy. You saw how upset she got earlier when she thought I was hurt.”
“Yeah. I just hope that doesn’t lead to trouble.” He held up his hands at Dean’s sharp look. “I’m just saying. I don’t think she wants to hurt either of us, and it’s pretty clear she wants to help, but inexperience can lead to trouble. I’m just saying be careful.”
“Sam, I’m always careful.”
Sam gave him a bitchface. “Since when?”
They pulled up stakes in the morning, packing up what food was left and leaving the cabin, Jayme making sure the remains of the carport roof were neatly stacked, even though it was a longshot that anyone would see it, much less guess who had smashed it.
Heading south, they stopped in Iowa for a bite. Jayme bought a paper, looking to see if there were any reports of the rawhead or the kids they’d saved. Midway through Dean received a call that had him immediately agitated. He said it was from an old friend whose father was killed, and that she would never, “never,” have called unless they were needed.
Tossing down a few bills, they got up, Jayme folding the paper back up and leaving it on the table for whoever might want it. On the bottom of the front page (a testament to the slow news day) were two small articles side by side.
The one on the left was about the death of a local man, a teacher who was also openly gay, who had inexplicably died of a sudden brain-related injury whose cause was still unknown. The one on the right happily announced that a young woman with a supposedly incurable brain tumor had experienced a sudden and complete remission after visiting a local faith healer.