09x14 - Helium In Limbo - Part Five: Street Thunder
Episode Number: 09x14 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Helium in Limbo
Subtitle: Street Thunder
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,086
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, language
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
Sam bounded up a bundle of sharpened bone; Dean examined his own weapon.
"Sammy, what the hell is this?"
"It's Sam," he replied tritely. "And this is bone from horse, cow, dog, and cat."
"Gross!"
"The vet only gave them to me after I assured her we needed them for health testing," Sam added. "Fair warning."
"Awesome. So, what, we troll the street for this guy with our, uh, bones out?" Dean smiled at his own joked.
"That whole strip he attacks in is covered with cameras," Sam pointed out. "We need to get him to attack us."
"Okay, how - "
"He said he'd come after me next, right? So let's go somewhere a little less Big Brother-ish."
Deserted streets, as it so happens, are easy to find in St. Claire, Michigan. Sam settled to marching up and down a road that had nothing but closed shops.
Red eyes glinted from everywhere. Without any warning, Sam found himself pinned on the ground under the boot of a violently bright shade of red. His entire body felt heavy, as if his blood had turned to lead.
"Sorry, sunny boy," the Nain Rouge chirped. "You got bigger fish to fry than lil' me."
"I'll be the judge of that - " Sam choked out.
Sam thrust the bone up towards his assailant, but the Nain Rouge knocked it out of his hands.
"Huh, none of you hunters ever thought of that before," he remarked mildly. "You might be worth more than a quick kill."
Sam punched him, wondering what was keeping Dean back. No sooner had the thought occurred to him than Dean busted out of the shadows, slamming the bundle of sharpened bones straight into the dwarf's stomach.
The Nain Rouge collapsed, looking up at Dean with hatred in his eyes.
"You'll regret that," he hissed as his body began to melt. "I coulda helped you with what's coming for you two. It would've been a good story: an old enemy comes back to kill you, and the fairy, outcast from his own people, helps the hunters survive. Too bad - "
Whatever else he planned to say bubbled out as vapor as his melted body turned from soup to shadow to salt.
"What the hell?" Dean asked.
"I don't know, let's just get out of here - "
"Yeah, will do."
Dean sat behind the wheel of his baby, the Impala. Sam grabbed another roadside snack, and he was taking his sweet time.
"Beefy jerky and, you're gonna love this, pie bites!" Sam said as he took shotgun.
"Pie bites?"
"Yeah like bites of pie, so you can eat and drive."
Dean inspected the new foodstuff. "The idea is one thing, but to be sure, we need to test."
The both tried it. Dean nodded his head pointlessly. "I like it. You're officially my favorite brother."
"Shut up and drive."
Even Led Zeppelin couldn't drown out the silence of the car.
"You think he knew something?" Dean asked Sam. "The Dwarf."
"He was exiled from Avalon because he loved to create chaos. He lived for it, so I wouldn't take him too seriously."
"Then why do you sound so upset?"
Sam took a moment. "Naomi's vessel drops from the sky and gives us a crap cryptic message. Dodge is getting divine dreams or something. That kinda stuff is big, Dean. Like the day you were raised outa Hell big. The day I broke open the cage big, the - "
"I get it," Dean interrupted. "Crap going down. I don't like it anymore than you do. But what he said about an old enemy - "
"Don't," Sam said. "Just don't, Dean. That could be anyone we've come into contact with in our lives. Hell, it could be someone Dad locked away for all we know."
Dean indulged in the pie bites. He felt better. He glanced over at Sam to see that he had drifted off to sleep. This made Dean smile.
He wanted to be back at the Bunker right now. He wanted to curl up with Castiel and sleep. Right now. The desperate desire to sleep was like a yawn waiting to extend beyond himself; it built up behind his eyes. All he needed to do to indulge in its whim was to blink. Just once. And all would be right with him.
Dead couldn't hear the cassette tape playing, even though it was blaring. He didn't feel like anything was wrong. The tremendous craving for his entire substance to lapse into unconsciousness slid over him like a glove.
Dean did not hear his phone ring. He did not sense impending danger. He did not smell the pie bites he had left open. He did not see anything. His eyes shut, and his mind elevated away from his body. Everything was one and whole and beautiful such that words could not describe -
And then the world awoke around him. Led Zeppelin, his phone, the smell of food, the smell of his and Sam's aftershave, the sensation of vibration, the sound of the wheels and honking. Dred and danger and anguish exploded out of him.
He opened his eyes just in time to feel his body react to the crash. The Impala hit the guard rail, turned upward and continued its forward momentum, and then rotated so the back of the car struck a tree and threw it mercifully off road and into a ditch.
A new kind of unconsciousness enveloped Dean.
"Cas," Kevin pleaded. "Sam and Dean aren't answering their phones."
"Dean called me a few hours ago to tell me they were on their way back. They closed up the case."
"Right, but neither one is responding at all," Kevin said. "Something's wrong, Castiel. Please."
"I will investigate. Stay here."
"Okay, just come right back. Okay?"
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Primary Post: 09x14 Helium in Limbo
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Helium in Limbo
Subtitle: Street Thunder
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,086
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, language
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
Sam bounded up a bundle of sharpened bone; Dean examined his own weapon.
"Sammy, what the hell is this?"
"It's Sam," he replied tritely. "And this is bone from horse, cow, dog, and cat."
"Gross!"
"The vet only gave them to me after I assured her we needed them for health testing," Sam added. "Fair warning."
"Awesome. So, what, we troll the street for this guy with our, uh, bones out?" Dean smiled at his own joked.
"That whole strip he attacks in is covered with cameras," Sam pointed out. "We need to get him to attack us."
"Okay, how - "
"He said he'd come after me next, right? So let's go somewhere a little less Big Brother-ish."
Deserted streets, as it so happens, are easy to find in St. Claire, Michigan. Sam settled to marching up and down a road that had nothing but closed shops.
Red eyes glinted from everywhere. Without any warning, Sam found himself pinned on the ground under the boot of a violently bright shade of red. His entire body felt heavy, as if his blood had turned to lead.
"Sorry, sunny boy," the Nain Rouge chirped. "You got bigger fish to fry than lil' me."
"I'll be the judge of that - " Sam choked out.
Sam thrust the bone up towards his assailant, but the Nain Rouge knocked it out of his hands.
"Huh, none of you hunters ever thought of that before," he remarked mildly. "You might be worth more than a quick kill."
Sam punched him, wondering what was keeping Dean back. No sooner had the thought occurred to him than Dean busted out of the shadows, slamming the bundle of sharpened bones straight into the dwarf's stomach.
The Nain Rouge collapsed, looking up at Dean with hatred in his eyes.
"You'll regret that," he hissed as his body began to melt. "I coulda helped you with what's coming for you two. It would've been a good story: an old enemy comes back to kill you, and the fairy, outcast from his own people, helps the hunters survive. Too bad - "
Whatever else he planned to say bubbled out as vapor as his melted body turned from soup to shadow to salt.
"What the hell?" Dean asked.
"I don't know, let's just get out of here - "
"Yeah, will do."
Dean sat behind the wheel of his baby, the Impala. Sam grabbed another roadside snack, and he was taking his sweet time.
"Beefy jerky and, you're gonna love this, pie bites!" Sam said as he took shotgun.
"Pie bites?"
"Yeah like bites of pie, so you can eat and drive."
Dean inspected the new foodstuff. "The idea is one thing, but to be sure, we need to test."
The both tried it. Dean nodded his head pointlessly. "I like it. You're officially my favorite brother."
"Shut up and drive."
Even Led Zeppelin couldn't drown out the silence of the car.
"You think he knew something?" Dean asked Sam. "The Dwarf."
"He was exiled from Avalon because he loved to create chaos. He lived for it, so I wouldn't take him too seriously."
"Then why do you sound so upset?"
Sam took a moment. "Naomi's vessel drops from the sky and gives us a crap cryptic message. Dodge is getting divine dreams or something. That kinda stuff is big, Dean. Like the day you were raised outa Hell big. The day I broke open the cage big, the - "
"I get it," Dean interrupted. "Crap going down. I don't like it anymore than you do. But what he said about an old enemy - "
"Don't," Sam said. "Just don't, Dean. That could be anyone we've come into contact with in our lives. Hell, it could be someone Dad locked away for all we know."
Dean indulged in the pie bites. He felt better. He glanced over at Sam to see that he had drifted off to sleep. This made Dean smile.
He wanted to be back at the Bunker right now. He wanted to curl up with Castiel and sleep. Right now. The desperate desire to sleep was like a yawn waiting to extend beyond himself; it built up behind his eyes. All he needed to do to indulge in its whim was to blink. Just once. And all would be right with him.
Dead couldn't hear the cassette tape playing, even though it was blaring. He didn't feel like anything was wrong. The tremendous craving for his entire substance to lapse into unconsciousness slid over him like a glove.
Dean did not hear his phone ring. He did not sense impending danger. He did not smell the pie bites he had left open. He did not see anything. His eyes shut, and his mind elevated away from his body. Everything was one and whole and beautiful such that words could not describe -
And then the world awoke around him. Led Zeppelin, his phone, the smell of food, the smell of his and Sam's aftershave, the sensation of vibration, the sound of the wheels and honking. Dred and danger and anguish exploded out of him.
He opened his eyes just in time to feel his body react to the crash. The Impala hit the guard rail, turned upward and continued its forward momentum, and then rotated so the back of the car struck a tree and threw it mercifully off road and into a ditch.
A new kind of unconsciousness enveloped Dean.
"Cas," Kevin pleaded. "Sam and Dean aren't answering their phones."
"Dean called me a few hours ago to tell me they were on their way back. They closed up the case."
"Right, but neither one is responding at all," Kevin said. "Something's wrong, Castiel. Please."
"I will investigate. Stay here."
"Okay, just come right back. Okay?"
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