09x07 - Procedural Drama - Part Three: Murphey's Law
Episode Number: 09x07 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Procedural Drama
Subtitle: Murphey's Law
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,642
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, language
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
Sam approached the address he photographed from Dodge's notes. He hated the feeling of loose bracelets and rings on his right hand, but he had to come up with something subtle on short notice.
Knock! Knock! Knock! Came Sam's knuckles on the door of Apartment 812.
"Hello?" Harper spoke from behind the door.
"Hi, I'm your new neighbor," Sam smiled.
"Oh," he said. He opened the door. "You're moving into 823?"
Sam hedged with a nod than extended his hand, "Name's Sam, I'm just introducing myself."
Harper shook hard, then withdrew his hand with an "Ow!" His palm burned where Sam's silver rings touched him. The man backed into his apartment, and Sam followed him ruthlessly, throwing the door closed behind him.
"Silver's your poison, but iron's okay," Sam said indicating his bracelet, "so, what, a wraith?"
Harper literally cowered away from him. Before he answered, something hard and heavy crashed down over the hunter's head, knocking him out.
"Vivian!" Harper yelled. "This is our new neighbor!"
"To hell he is," his wife replied. "He thinks you're a wraith!"
His baby was running on empty, so Dean pulled into some gas station in Nowhereville, Arkansas. He'd been driving for hours and was still pissed about the encounter with Metatron. He should be happy; the jerk did answer his main question: angels-become-humans do have souls. Instead, he felt tired and even a little ripped off, and Dean didn't know why.
Dean filled the Impala's tank and grabbed some grub. On his way back to his car, the station's sign flickered.
"Damn it," Dean said out loud.
"A bit harsh."
Dean turned around to see Naomi.
"We need to talk, Dean," she said.
"I'm not really in a talking mood," he snapped. "And I've got somewhere I need to be, so - "
He got into the Impala, only to find Naomi riding shotgun. This bitch was seriously pissing him off.
"I don't mind going for a ride," she responded. "But we do need to speak now."
Knowing outright force wouldn't be successful on the likes of her, Dean turned on his car and pulled out of the station.
"This going to take long?" Dean asked, biting his lip. His food was going to get cold.
"You've been helping Castiel hide," she said in complete disregard to his question. "And I can understand that, I suppose. But what I don't understand is why you stopped."
Dean didn't reply.
"I know about your little stunt back in Maine, Dean," Naomi continued. "Tell me, who did you raise out of purgatory?"
Dean felt like he'd missed a step. "No one," he replied.
Naomi quickly lost her patience. "We know someone was raised out of purgatory, Dean."
"And I'm suspect number one for that kind of thing, I take it?" Dean snarked back.
"You were in Maine when it happened."
"Got the wrong guy," Dean said. "Honestly, even with your hit out on Cas, I thought you'd have bigger fish to fry."
"What are you talking about?"
"You know, the whole demon plot to break out of hell and back onto earth through purgatory," Dean remarked casually. "I mean, if that won't get you to back off Cas, what will?"
Naomi asserted, "You're lying."
"I'm not," Dean said. "I was in Maine, and I did try to pull someone out of purgatory - "
" - why would you do that?"
"Because my friend sent me warnings, I needed to know if they were true," Dean replied.
"You said you failed," Naomi stated crossly.
"I failed because the dude I enlisted to help me was in on the demonic plot. He had a reaper on a leash."
"So, you weren't the one?" Naomi said thoughtfully. "Was it Castiel?"
"The witch nearly killed me," Dean said in complete disregard to her question. "Cas saved my ass, like he normally does. Oh, and now I should be going to check in on Kevin, since, you know, the prophet might be in danger with the demons-sneaking-back-in thing, but I'm not because I'm too busy trying to protect the only angel I actually trust."
Naomi tolerated Dean's insolence because, unfortunately, she had no other choice. She asked him, as genuinely and directly as possible, "Are you telling me the truth? About the demons trying to get their foothold back on earth?"
Sam came-to in an old, ugly reclining chair. "What - "
"Sorry about that," Vivian said, holding an ice pack to his wound.
"Who're you?"
"I'm Vivian, Harper's wife," she replied. "I didn't mean to knock you out, I thought you were going to hurt him."
Sam remembered where he was and struggled to get free. His head hurt.
"Please, calm down," she insisted. "We don't want to hurt you."
"You don't?"
"No," Harper said.
"You're a - "
" - he's not a wraith," Vivian cut him off.
"Then what is he?" Sam shot at her.
"Werewolves," she replied.
"Werewolves?" Sam repeated, grabbing for his silver-bullet gun.
Vivian sat on the couch next to her husband, "But that doesn't make us bad people."
"No, just heart-eating murderers!" Sam yelled back. He went to draw his gun, but his head was swimming and dizziness made him stop.
"We are not!" Harper protested. "We don't!"
Sam remembered he couldn't find a single report on heartless bodies.
"We didn't take any of your silver, your knives, your guns," Vivian said evenly, "and we could of. We don't want to do anyone any harm."
Sam shook his head. "Madison, the last werewolf I knew, she didn't want to hurt anyone. She couldn't stop herself. When she became unconscious during the full moon, the wolf just, took over."
"We've got help," Harper explained.
"Help?"
"A few years ago," Vivian began, "we were turned by a pack. They wanted to raise an army."
Sam felt a kick in his stomach when he remembered Eve's plans to roast the planet. He was surprised they hadn't dealt with the fallout sooner.
"We didn't ask for this," Harper continued. "So we got some help."
"What does that even mean? You can't reverse it; we tried that with Madison."
"Kelvin Colt," Vivian said. "He set us up, keeps an eye on us."
"And how did he set you up?"
"Hex bags to prevent transformation, a special cage to contain us for the three nights of the full moon just in case, and a security cam," Harper replied.
"And who is this guy?"
"Kelvin Colt," Vivian repeated.
"He's a hunter," Harper added.
Sam's head was swimming. He was chatting with werewolves. "Look, I'm sure you're trying - "
"You're here because of the attack," Harper said. "You are, aren't you?"
"Yes, but - "
Harper cut him off again, "You realize that I played dead? I could've defended myself, you know."
"Why didn't you?"
"It would've required tapping into that other part of myself," Harper admitted. "And if I did that, I'd've killed that guy. And I don't kill people."
"It's the only thing we can agree on," Dean said. "Keeping the gates of hell closed."
"You are also invested in protecting Castiel," Naomi pointed out. "That might be enough to make you lie."
"Look into it yourself," Dean snapped. "You probably won't even have to look too hard."
"Meaning?"
"I mean, your little vendetta against Cas isn't something I'm willing to just let go of," Dean replied. "And chatting me up in my ride isn't gonna change that."
"I will investigate, but you need to know I won't be giving up on my orders either."
She waited a few moments. When Dean made no reply, she continued, "We may never had been friends, Dean, but if what you tell me is true, we need to find a way to work together."
"As long as you're trying to harm Cas, that'll never happen," Dean replied simply.
As if seeing something for the first time, Naomi said, "You love him."
Dean could've replied sarcastically. He could have yelled at her to get out. He didn't. He responded as clearly as possible, "You sound surprised."
Naomi stared at Dean. She didn't know what to say about this particular revelation, and what little she did know about Dean Winchester suggested his behavior should be more aggressive. She didn't like this one bit.
The sound of wings announced her departure.
Sam asked skeptically, "So both of you are werewolves who've never killed anybody?"
"Honestly," Vivian spoke up, "neither of us knows for sure. The first two months we transformed, we didn't know we were werewolves. Not until the pack contacted us and told us to sign up with them."
Sam found the honesty promising. "But you didn't sign up with them?"
"You kidding?" Harper said. "We thought they were nuts!"
Sam took a deep breath. He could check out Kelvin Colt later; right now, he had to focus on the case.
"I want to believe you," he said to the married couple. "But I've been burned in the past."
Several moments passed in painful silence. Sam then added, "But you can prove it to me."
"If everything we do isn't enough, what can I possibly do?" Harper asked.
"The man who attacked you," Sam said, "help me track him down."
"I can't... get close to him," Harper replied. "It'll be too hard to control myself."
"But it's the new moon," Sam pointed out.
"The guy garroted me and threw me off a building," Harper snapped. He calmed himself down, "The werewolf plays on fear and revenge, even when the moon is new."
Sam nodded. "But you could help me find him?"
"I guess," Harper said skeptically. "What would you do then?"
"I know an agent working the case," Sam replied. "If I can identify the killer, I can give her the name. She can arrested him and put him away."
Vivian and Harper exchanged a glance. Then he said, "I'll do it."
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Primary Post: 09x07 Procedural Drama
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Procedural Drama
Subtitle: Murphey's Law
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,642
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, language
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
Sam approached the address he photographed from Dodge's notes. He hated the feeling of loose bracelets and rings on his right hand, but he had to come up with something subtle on short notice.
Knock! Knock! Knock! Came Sam's knuckles on the door of Apartment 812.
"Hello?" Harper spoke from behind the door.
"Hi, I'm your new neighbor," Sam smiled.
"Oh," he said. He opened the door. "You're moving into 823?"
Sam hedged with a nod than extended his hand, "Name's Sam, I'm just introducing myself."
Harper shook hard, then withdrew his hand with an "Ow!" His palm burned where Sam's silver rings touched him. The man backed into his apartment, and Sam followed him ruthlessly, throwing the door closed behind him.
"Silver's your poison, but iron's okay," Sam said indicating his bracelet, "so, what, a wraith?"
Harper literally cowered away from him. Before he answered, something hard and heavy crashed down over the hunter's head, knocking him out.
"Vivian!" Harper yelled. "This is our new neighbor!"
"To hell he is," his wife replied. "He thinks you're a wraith!"
His baby was running on empty, so Dean pulled into some gas station in Nowhereville, Arkansas. He'd been driving for hours and was still pissed about the encounter with Metatron. He should be happy; the jerk did answer his main question: angels-become-humans do have souls. Instead, he felt tired and even a little ripped off, and Dean didn't know why.
Dean filled the Impala's tank and grabbed some grub. On his way back to his car, the station's sign flickered.
"Damn it," Dean said out loud.
"A bit harsh."
Dean turned around to see Naomi.
"We need to talk, Dean," she said.
"I'm not really in a talking mood," he snapped. "And I've got somewhere I need to be, so - "
He got into the Impala, only to find Naomi riding shotgun. This bitch was seriously pissing him off.
"I don't mind going for a ride," she responded. "But we do need to speak now."
Knowing outright force wouldn't be successful on the likes of her, Dean turned on his car and pulled out of the station.
"This going to take long?" Dean asked, biting his lip. His food was going to get cold.
"You've been helping Castiel hide," she said in complete disregard to his question. "And I can understand that, I suppose. But what I don't understand is why you stopped."
Dean didn't reply.
"I know about your little stunt back in Maine, Dean," Naomi continued. "Tell me, who did you raise out of purgatory?"
Dean felt like he'd missed a step. "No one," he replied.
Naomi quickly lost her patience. "We know someone was raised out of purgatory, Dean."
"And I'm suspect number one for that kind of thing, I take it?" Dean snarked back.
"You were in Maine when it happened."
"Got the wrong guy," Dean said. "Honestly, even with your hit out on Cas, I thought you'd have bigger fish to fry."
"What are you talking about?"
"You know, the whole demon plot to break out of hell and back onto earth through purgatory," Dean remarked casually. "I mean, if that won't get you to back off Cas, what will?"
Naomi asserted, "You're lying."
"I'm not," Dean said. "I was in Maine, and I did try to pull someone out of purgatory - "
" - why would you do that?"
"Because my friend sent me warnings, I needed to know if they were true," Dean replied.
"You said you failed," Naomi stated crossly.
"I failed because the dude I enlisted to help me was in on the demonic plot. He had a reaper on a leash."
"So, you weren't the one?" Naomi said thoughtfully. "Was it Castiel?"
"The witch nearly killed me," Dean said in complete disregard to her question. "Cas saved my ass, like he normally does. Oh, and now I should be going to check in on Kevin, since, you know, the prophet might be in danger with the demons-sneaking-back-in thing, but I'm not because I'm too busy trying to protect the only angel I actually trust."
Naomi tolerated Dean's insolence because, unfortunately, she had no other choice. She asked him, as genuinely and directly as possible, "Are you telling me the truth? About the demons trying to get their foothold back on earth?"
Sam came-to in an old, ugly reclining chair. "What - "
"Sorry about that," Vivian said, holding an ice pack to his wound.
"Who're you?"
"I'm Vivian, Harper's wife," she replied. "I didn't mean to knock you out, I thought you were going to hurt him."
Sam remembered where he was and struggled to get free. His head hurt.
"Please, calm down," she insisted. "We don't want to hurt you."
"You don't?"
"No," Harper said.
"You're a - "
" - he's not a wraith," Vivian cut him off.
"Then what is he?" Sam shot at her.
"Werewolves," she replied.
"Werewolves?" Sam repeated, grabbing for his silver-bullet gun.
Vivian sat on the couch next to her husband, "But that doesn't make us bad people."
"No, just heart-eating murderers!" Sam yelled back. He went to draw his gun, but his head was swimming and dizziness made him stop.
"We are not!" Harper protested. "We don't!"
Sam remembered he couldn't find a single report on heartless bodies.
"We didn't take any of your silver, your knives, your guns," Vivian said evenly, "and we could of. We don't want to do anyone any harm."
Sam shook his head. "Madison, the last werewolf I knew, she didn't want to hurt anyone. She couldn't stop herself. When she became unconscious during the full moon, the wolf just, took over."
"We've got help," Harper explained.
"Help?"
"A few years ago," Vivian began, "we were turned by a pack. They wanted to raise an army."
Sam felt a kick in his stomach when he remembered Eve's plans to roast the planet. He was surprised they hadn't dealt with the fallout sooner.
"We didn't ask for this," Harper continued. "So we got some help."
"What does that even mean? You can't reverse it; we tried that with Madison."
"Kelvin Colt," Vivian said. "He set us up, keeps an eye on us."
"And how did he set you up?"
"Hex bags to prevent transformation, a special cage to contain us for the three nights of the full moon just in case, and a security cam," Harper replied.
"And who is this guy?"
"Kelvin Colt," Vivian repeated.
"He's a hunter," Harper added.
Sam's head was swimming. He was chatting with werewolves. "Look, I'm sure you're trying - "
"You're here because of the attack," Harper said. "You are, aren't you?"
"Yes, but - "
Harper cut him off again, "You realize that I played dead? I could've defended myself, you know."
"Why didn't you?"
"It would've required tapping into that other part of myself," Harper admitted. "And if I did that, I'd've killed that guy. And I don't kill people."
"It's the only thing we can agree on," Dean said. "Keeping the gates of hell closed."
"You are also invested in protecting Castiel," Naomi pointed out. "That might be enough to make you lie."
"Look into it yourself," Dean snapped. "You probably won't even have to look too hard."
"Meaning?"
"I mean, your little vendetta against Cas isn't something I'm willing to just let go of," Dean replied. "And chatting me up in my ride isn't gonna change that."
"I will investigate, but you need to know I won't be giving up on my orders either."
She waited a few moments. When Dean made no reply, she continued, "We may never had been friends, Dean, but if what you tell me is true, we need to find a way to work together."
"As long as you're trying to harm Cas, that'll never happen," Dean replied simply.
As if seeing something for the first time, Naomi said, "You love him."
Dean could've replied sarcastically. He could have yelled at her to get out. He didn't. He responded as clearly as possible, "You sound surprised."
Naomi stared at Dean. She didn't know what to say about this particular revelation, and what little she did know about Dean Winchester suggested his behavior should be more aggressive. She didn't like this one bit.
The sound of wings announced her departure.
Sam asked skeptically, "So both of you are werewolves who've never killed anybody?"
"Honestly," Vivian spoke up, "neither of us knows for sure. The first two months we transformed, we didn't know we were werewolves. Not until the pack contacted us and told us to sign up with them."
Sam found the honesty promising. "But you didn't sign up with them?"
"You kidding?" Harper said. "We thought they were nuts!"
Sam took a deep breath. He could check out Kelvin Colt later; right now, he had to focus on the case.
"I want to believe you," he said to the married couple. "But I've been burned in the past."
Several moments passed in painful silence. Sam then added, "But you can prove it to me."
"If everything we do isn't enough, what can I possibly do?" Harper asked.
"The man who attacked you," Sam said, "help me track him down."
"I can't... get close to him," Harper replied. "It'll be too hard to control myself."
"But it's the new moon," Sam pointed out.
"The guy garroted me and threw me off a building," Harper snapped. He calmed himself down, "The werewolf plays on fear and revenge, even when the moon is new."
Sam nodded. "But you could help me find him?"
"I guess," Harper said skeptically. "What would you do then?"
"I know an agent working the case," Sam replied. "If I can identify the killer, I can give her the name. She can arrested him and put him away."
Vivian and Harper exchanged a glance. Then he said, "I'll do it."
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