09x07 - Procedural Drama - Part One: Bankable
Episode Number: 09x07 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Procedural Drama
Subtitle: Bankable
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,199
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, language
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
Chicago, IL. Harper Scoggins walked casually up the flights of stairs in the parking garage to his car. When he arrived on the top level, he took a moment looking out over the city. The parking garage was about level with the buildings around it, which gave him a decent view. Had anyone been looking up at the time, they'd've seen his big, brown eyes staring up to the sliver of the new moon, his tall, slender physique casting a long shadow in front of him.
Harper turned back and walked over to his car, repeating, "Level ten, row six, space twenty-one," in his head, which led him right to his car.
As if his shadow itself had become alive, another person appeared just behind him in complete silence. Before Harper could react, the unknown person threw what felt like a lasso over his neck, tightening it. Harper could smell the man's musk, as indeed the attacker was a man. The rope around his neck tightened as the man yanked it forward, forcing Harper on his hands and knees next to his car.
"Please - " Harper begged. But he couldn't speak. His fingers grabbed absently at the rope, desperate for air, for breath.
The assailant wrapped more rope around his neck; then, he placed his knee on the small of Harper's back, almost gently. With the force of opposite action, the killer slammed all his weight down on Harper's back, which emitted sickening cracks and snaps, as he pulled up fiercely on the rope.
Harper couldn't move; he couldn't scream in pain. His body collapsed so he was lying on his stomach, his eyes bloodshot. He was still.
The killer grabbed Harper's wallet from his pocket. Then he removed the rope from around his neck and hoisted the body to his shoulder. In a single fluid movement, he flung Harper's body down into the alley next to the parking structure, where it landed beside a garbage dumpster.
For a moment, the killer looked up to the sliver of the new moon. Had anyone been looking up at the time, they'd've seen him smile at his success before he turned away and disappeared into the night.
The body of Harper Scoggins had eyes wide-open and his face pointed up. As soon as the killer moved away from the ledge, Harper allowed himself to move again. He took a deep breath and stood up; the guy took his wallet but not his keys, which meant he could still drive his car.
He decided it was too dangerous. He hated playing dead, and he didn't know if that guy was still up there. He moved slowly because his entire body ached from the fall. He pulled out his phone to call for help.
Gardendale, AL. Dean woke up in a motel somewhere in Alabama. For a moment, he felt light, as if today would be a good day.
Then he remembered the previous week's events, and all the good feelings vanished. He glanced over to the clock; it was eleven in the morning. He never slept that long.
Dean began to get ready to leave. He dwelled on his failure to contact Benny and failure to bring him back. Maybe that was something Dean just couldn't do. Before he finished his shower, he thought of the conversation he had with Cas. In particular, he remembered himself saying, "You don't know what'll happen - "
"Neither do you," Cas had cut him off.
Maybe he can't reach out to Benny right now, so Dean decided to put feelers out for anyone who might know something about rescuing people from purgatory.
Then he turned to his other problem; Dean needed to know what his relationship with Castiel would cost the angel. He needed answers. With that in mind, he made another decision right here and now in-the-middle-of-no-where-Alabama, to dig up answers come hell or high water. Especially now that Sam was pissed at him and likely still sulking back at the bunker.
Dean flipped out his phone and started putting feelers out for folks who knew anything about purgatory. It was two in the afternoon by the time he'd finished.
He checked out hit the road, scouting for a good old fashion abandoned warehouse.
The Hundred Mile Wilderness, ME. Benny never minded stealing before, but something about running circles with an angel made him uneasy. He swiped an older model minivan because it blended.
When Castiel had given him a list of sigils to add to the car, that's when he started feeling like he was just too damn old for resurrection.
"An' why am I addin' these aga'n?" Benny asked.
"So angels can't see you or me," Cas replied. "You need to do this quickly."
"Don' get me wrong, Cas, I 'preciate your help in resurrecting me, but, uh, I'm not sure we'd make good travelin' companions, you see?"
"Dean set up a safe house for you," the angel replied. "I need to get you there."
"Do I wanna even ask - "
" - your resurrection won't go unnoticed. The angels will want to know who did it, and they'll have no qualms injuring you to find out."
"I can live with leavin' then, I guess." Benny started adding sigils to the car's interior.
"Once you've finished, drive to the motel I showed you earlier. I'll be back," Cas said then promptly vanished.
Despite his misgivings, the vampire finished with the sigils and drove to the motel, just as the angel instructed. He wanted to call Dean, but he didn't have a phone. He also wanted new clothes, as he'd been resurrected in the nude, which he did not appreciate. He ended up wearing some of the clothes the angel had, which all looked a lot like Dean's. The entire scenario was very confusing to Benny.
The flutter of wings. Castiel appeared in the back seat of the minivan surrounded by a dozen or so coolers.
"We need to leave immediately," Castiel stated simply.
Before Benny could ask why, another person materialized on the roof of the motel.
"Benny, now!" the angel insisted.
Benny decided to keep a cool head and slowly drove the minivan out of the parking lot.
"What are you doing?" Castiel asked.
"Not drawin' attention to us," Benny replied.
The first five minutes of driving was tense, but thereafter Cas seemed to loosen up. "They're gone."
"What're those?" Benny asked, indicating the coolers.
"Blood."
"Blood?"
"You do need blood, don't you?" the angel asked.
"I do, but - "
"So I went to blood banks and took as much as I could before angels found me."
"Holy hell, Cas," the vampire said, "what's bin goin' on since I died?"
"Many things."
"Care to fill me in?"
"It's not of import," Castiel said, managing to slide into the front seat without bothering Benny. "You need to tell me about the plot you uncovered while in purgatory."
"I do?"
"You told Dean, so I imagine you care."
"Yeah, that's right."
"And I do as well."
"All righ', I guess, but, you also have to fill me in on thin's. Like, where're we headed?"
"Once we get to I-90, travel west."
"I can do that."
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Part Two: Intercut
Primary Post: 09x07 Procedural Drama
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Procedural Drama
Subtitle: Bankable
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,199
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, language
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
Chicago, IL. Harper Scoggins walked casually up the flights of stairs in the parking garage to his car. When he arrived on the top level, he took a moment looking out over the city. The parking garage was about level with the buildings around it, which gave him a decent view. Had anyone been looking up at the time, they'd've seen his big, brown eyes staring up to the sliver of the new moon, his tall, slender physique casting a long shadow in front of him.
Harper turned back and walked over to his car, repeating, "Level ten, row six, space twenty-one," in his head, which led him right to his car.
As if his shadow itself had become alive, another person appeared just behind him in complete silence. Before Harper could react, the unknown person threw what felt like a lasso over his neck, tightening it. Harper could smell the man's musk, as indeed the attacker was a man. The rope around his neck tightened as the man yanked it forward, forcing Harper on his hands and knees next to his car.
"Please - " Harper begged. But he couldn't speak. His fingers grabbed absently at the rope, desperate for air, for breath.
The assailant wrapped more rope around his neck; then, he placed his knee on the small of Harper's back, almost gently. With the force of opposite action, the killer slammed all his weight down on Harper's back, which emitted sickening cracks and snaps, as he pulled up fiercely on the rope.
Harper couldn't move; he couldn't scream in pain. His body collapsed so he was lying on his stomach, his eyes bloodshot. He was still.
The killer grabbed Harper's wallet from his pocket. Then he removed the rope from around his neck and hoisted the body to his shoulder. In a single fluid movement, he flung Harper's body down into the alley next to the parking structure, where it landed beside a garbage dumpster.
For a moment, the killer looked up to the sliver of the new moon. Had anyone been looking up at the time, they'd've seen him smile at his success before he turned away and disappeared into the night.
The body of Harper Scoggins had eyes wide-open and his face pointed up. As soon as the killer moved away from the ledge, Harper allowed himself to move again. He took a deep breath and stood up; the guy took his wallet but not his keys, which meant he could still drive his car.
He decided it was too dangerous. He hated playing dead, and he didn't know if that guy was still up there. He moved slowly because his entire body ached from the fall. He pulled out his phone to call for help.
Gardendale, AL. Dean woke up in a motel somewhere in Alabama. For a moment, he felt light, as if today would be a good day.
Then he remembered the previous week's events, and all the good feelings vanished. He glanced over to the clock; it was eleven in the morning. He never slept that long.
Dean began to get ready to leave. He dwelled on his failure to contact Benny and failure to bring him back. Maybe that was something Dean just couldn't do. Before he finished his shower, he thought of the conversation he had with Cas. In particular, he remembered himself saying, "You don't know what'll happen - "
"Neither do you," Cas had cut him off.
Maybe he can't reach out to Benny right now, so Dean decided to put feelers out for anyone who might know something about rescuing people from purgatory.
Then he turned to his other problem; Dean needed to know what his relationship with Castiel would cost the angel. He needed answers. With that in mind, he made another decision right here and now in-the-middle-of-no-where-Alabama, to dig up answers come hell or high water. Especially now that Sam was pissed at him and likely still sulking back at the bunker.
Dean flipped out his phone and started putting feelers out for folks who knew anything about purgatory. It was two in the afternoon by the time he'd finished.
He checked out hit the road, scouting for a good old fashion abandoned warehouse.
The Hundred Mile Wilderness, ME. Benny never minded stealing before, but something about running circles with an angel made him uneasy. He swiped an older model minivan because it blended.
When Castiel had given him a list of sigils to add to the car, that's when he started feeling like he was just too damn old for resurrection.
"An' why am I addin' these aga'n?" Benny asked.
"So angels can't see you or me," Cas replied. "You need to do this quickly."
"Don' get me wrong, Cas, I 'preciate your help in resurrecting me, but, uh, I'm not sure we'd make good travelin' companions, you see?"
"Dean set up a safe house for you," the angel replied. "I need to get you there."
"Do I wanna even ask - "
" - your resurrection won't go unnoticed. The angels will want to know who did it, and they'll have no qualms injuring you to find out."
"I can live with leavin' then, I guess." Benny started adding sigils to the car's interior.
"Once you've finished, drive to the motel I showed you earlier. I'll be back," Cas said then promptly vanished.
Despite his misgivings, the vampire finished with the sigils and drove to the motel, just as the angel instructed. He wanted to call Dean, but he didn't have a phone. He also wanted new clothes, as he'd been resurrected in the nude, which he did not appreciate. He ended up wearing some of the clothes the angel had, which all looked a lot like Dean's. The entire scenario was very confusing to Benny.
The flutter of wings. Castiel appeared in the back seat of the minivan surrounded by a dozen or so coolers.
"We need to leave immediately," Castiel stated simply.
Before Benny could ask why, another person materialized on the roof of the motel.
"Benny, now!" the angel insisted.
Benny decided to keep a cool head and slowly drove the minivan out of the parking lot.
"What are you doing?" Castiel asked.
"Not drawin' attention to us," Benny replied.
The first five minutes of driving was tense, but thereafter Cas seemed to loosen up. "They're gone."
"What're those?" Benny asked, indicating the coolers.
"Blood."
"Blood?"
"You do need blood, don't you?" the angel asked.
"I do, but - "
"So I went to blood banks and took as much as I could before angels found me."
"Holy hell, Cas," the vampire said, "what's bin goin' on since I died?"
"Many things."
"Care to fill me in?"
"It's not of import," Castiel said, managing to slide into the front seat without bothering Benny. "You need to tell me about the plot you uncovered while in purgatory."
"I do?"
"You told Dean, so I imagine you care."
"Yeah, that's right."
"And I do as well."
"All righ', I guess, but, you also have to fill me in on thin's. Like, where're we headed?"
"Once we get to I-90, travel west."
"I can do that."
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