09x02 - Gimme a Bullet - Part Two: Something to Chew
Episode number: 09x02 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Gimme a Bullet
Subtitle: Something to Chew
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word count: 1,592
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, language
Men of Letters Bunker. Castiel glanced over the list materials, "None of this causes angels any ill effect," he remarked dryly. "No substance does."
"What about the angel blade things?" Dean asked. "I mean, those can kill angels, so what're they made of?"
"It's not what they're made from, it's how they're made. They're forged to kill angels, the material is irrelevant."
"Okay, so nothing we can make a room out of is angel-proof. Then we can do up some kinda sigil, right?"
The angel's silence enveloped Dean.
"You know, something that lets an angel in but keeps the angel mojo out."
Cas thought about this for a moment. "Sigils usually strip power, cause pain, or trap angels..."
Dean saw the wheels still turning in the angel's head, so he waited a solid minute before asking, "Cas?"
"I remember a sigil used for parley... one that blocked an angel's power but didn't trap him, but I can't remember it. I don't think anyone's used it for hundreds of years... millennia even." As if a light bulb went off, he added, "We should ask Sam."
"I'll add that to the to-do list," Dean said. He didn't relish the idea of asking his brother for help on this one.
"Did you add sigils to the car?"
"Sam did. He does all nerd-related work."
Sam busted in the front door, rushing into the room as quickly as possible. "We've got a problem."
"Tell me something I don't know," Dean dismissed.
"Involving the FBI."
"Damn it."
"You scheduled me to practice firearms targeting now Dean," the angel reminded him.
"Let me deal with this first, Cas, then we'll go shoot some shit up."
"I will, uh... start looking for Enochian sigils."
That caught Sam's attention. "For what, exactly?"
"Sam, the FBI?" Dean pressed. "What's going on, Sammy?"
Sam explained his interaction with Dodge, over his brother's many interruptions and curses.
"Did you actually take the file from her?"
"Yeah, just in - "
" - and how do you know they weren't bugged or something?"
"Because I checked. I'm not an idiot, Dean."
"Well, you let an FBI Agent - "
" - let? She dropped in on me, I didn't let her."
"Okay, well, how much does she know?" Dean asked.
Even in the other room, Castiel could tell when Dean paced; it gave off a very particular atmosphere, a humidity, for lack of a better word. He didn't like it.
Dean's cell phone rang. Repeatedly. Not sure what else to do, Cas picked it up.
"Hello? No, this isn't Dean, but this is his phone... Cas... yes, I remember meeting you. Why are you calling?"
Meanwhile, the brothers continued to their unpleasant conversation.
Sam said, "As far as I can tell, she knows about Dad, me, and you. She said she's helped out other hunters but didn't name and names, so I can't be sure."
"Okay, well, we need to vet the crap outa her, because the last thing we need with the freaking angels is the FBI after us again."
"Obviously," Sam remarked.
"It's really important, Sam, that she doesn't find out about the bunker, or Cas for that matter - "
" - Dean, what the hell is wrong with you? I know that. Calm down."
Cas interrupted them, "Uh, Dean, Garth called you."
"And you picked up?"
"At the time, it seemed perfectly sensible."
"Yeah, it was, Cas. What did Garth say?" Sam asked quickly to head Dean off from another rant.
"He said he thinks he has a case."
"So why isn't he working it?" Dean asked.
"He says he's with the Prophet helping him settle into his new house."
"'Course he is," Dean muttered.
"What's the case?"
"Spencer, West Virginia. A man was found cut to pieces in his home," the angel said matter-of-factly. "Similar reports have happened in four other states as well. I wrote them down."
Sam took the paper from the angel, which listed the following: Jamestown, New York; Clearfield, Pennsylvania; Cumberland, Maryland; Litchfield, Illinois; and Spencer, West Virginia. The handwriting was oddly child-like.
"I'm not used to writing English," Cas admitted shyly. "I will practice that after firearms training."
Dean smiled. "That's my boy," he said under his breath.
"Five bodies in a week? We gotta check this out. I can be ready in ten," Sam said.
Cas sulked as Dean began, "You're gonna stay here, right? Letting the trail go cold after that Tamandy jerk - "
" - Tamandriel - "
" - whatever... You'll be here?"
"I suppose I can look up that sigil while you are away," Castiel conceded. "You'll call?"
Sensing additional tension, Sam bowed out to his room under the guise of getting his bag.
"What're you, my wife?" Dean shot at Cas.
"That would be an odd term," the angel replied.
"Answering my phone, making me call... sounds like my wife."
"I answered the phone because you were too busy arguing with your brother to do so. I was trying to help," Cas replied. He felt embarrassed, but he didn't know why. "And I feel better when you call."
Even Dean couldn't argue with this, having felt lost and alone when Cas disappeared on him. "Fine," he said, heading up to his room for his bag.
Spencer, West Virginia. Sam and Dean rolled into West Virginia that night. Sam wondered if it was too soon to joke about the two phone calls Dean made to Cas. But he couldn't decide, so he held back.
"According to these two articles," Sam said from behind his computer, "at least two of our vics had a card in their hands."
"You think it's a connection?"
"Besides being found in pieces," Sam continued, "hopefully we can dig up some more tomorrow at the morgue."
"So I put some feelers out about this Dodge chick," Dean began. "To like the three hunters we know who aren't dead or Garth... Hopefully they'll get back to us."
"Did you ask Garth?"
"You should," Dean said, pulling his face into a dramatic smile. "I'm calling it."
"Dean - " Sam began, but dropped it.
"Agents Ward and Colwell," Sam said as he and Dean held out their badges. "We're here to see..."
"Jason Emerson," Dean finished from his notes.
The coroner smiled at Dean. Sam noticed her long, black hair and dark green eyes, but his brother had barely looked at her.
"I'm Shane," she introduced herself. "Follow me, agents."
She showed them into a lab where Jason's body was still prepped. His legs were laid out in place. His upper torso had been cut diagonally in two. His head sat above his neck, severed with a clean blow.
"The autopsy showed his head was cut off last," she stated, conversationally. "The forensics guys were in here about an hour ago, talking about the blood splatter. I'm sure you agents have your own tech team filling you in. Right? I've never worked with the FBI before..."
She continued overtly flirting with Dean, which was a feat not only because Dean was now dating an angel, but also given the subject matter at hand.
"Sorry," Sam interrupted. "You said something about the blood splatter?"
"Right, well, that's the odd thing. Apparently, the blood patterns suggest that the victim collapsed to the floor after his head was cut off."
The two brothers stared blankly at her.
She continued. "It would take at least three strikes to do this." She mimed the moments as she spoke. "One from shoulder to hip, then another to cut off the legs, and a third to cut off the head."
"So, he just stood there and let someone slice into him?" Dean asked.
"Well, if the splatter guys are right, either his assailant was quick as lightning or this guy and his parts defied gravity," the coroner replied.
"Because he should've fallen over when the sword cut him diagonally," Sam said to show her they'd cottoned on.
"Well, yeah. But that's just if you believe the forensics guys. They're supergeeks but that doesn't mean they're right."
"Of course," Dean placated her. "Could we have a minute?"
"Sure," she smiled again.
"Oh, one more question," Sam said as she exited. "Was the victim holding anything when he died?"
"Actually, yes," she replied. "His personal effects are over there, in the pan. Evidence is coming for it, so if you want a look..." She winked.
Dean pulled out his cell phone and snapped photos of the bloodied card. "Looks like a letter," he said.
"Yeah, I'd say Japanese," Sam commented.
"Nerd," Dean teased.
"I'm the nerd? Betty Boop Coroner was practically drooling over you, and you? You're staring at some dead guy."
"She was not."
"Wow," Sam said, shaking his head. "Someone put a ring on your finger."
"Jealousy is an ugly color on you, Sammy," Dean replied placidly. He pulled out his EMF reader and hovered it over the personal items and then the body. "No EMF..."
"Does this seem witchy to you?" Sam asked.
"Well, if that card is some kind of hex mark, that'd make sense," Dean replied.
"Yeah, but, are witches still around?" Sam asked.
"Unfortunately."
"No, I mean, most of the witches we met got their mojo from Dark Magic, which came from Demons... if the Demons are gone, shouldn't witches be too?" Sam asked.
"You are such a dweeb," Dean said. "And while I like the idea of no more skeevy bitches to gank, I don't think we're that lucky."
"Okay, then we should check out the vic's place."
"And we need to look up this symbol, too," Dean added.
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Episode 09x02 Gimme a Bullet
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Gimme a Bullet
Subtitle: Something to Chew
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word count: 1,592
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, language
Men of Letters Bunker. Castiel glanced over the list materials, "None of this causes angels any ill effect," he remarked dryly. "No substance does."
"What about the angel blade things?" Dean asked. "I mean, those can kill angels, so what're they made of?"
"It's not what they're made from, it's how they're made. They're forged to kill angels, the material is irrelevant."
"Okay, so nothing we can make a room out of is angel-proof. Then we can do up some kinda sigil, right?"
The angel's silence enveloped Dean.
"You know, something that lets an angel in but keeps the angel mojo out."
Cas thought about this for a moment. "Sigils usually strip power, cause pain, or trap angels..."
Dean saw the wheels still turning in the angel's head, so he waited a solid minute before asking, "Cas?"
"I remember a sigil used for parley... one that blocked an angel's power but didn't trap him, but I can't remember it. I don't think anyone's used it for hundreds of years... millennia even." As if a light bulb went off, he added, "We should ask Sam."
"I'll add that to the to-do list," Dean said. He didn't relish the idea of asking his brother for help on this one.
"Did you add sigils to the car?"
"Sam did. He does all nerd-related work."
Sam busted in the front door, rushing into the room as quickly as possible. "We've got a problem."
"Tell me something I don't know," Dean dismissed.
"Involving the FBI."
"Damn it."
"You scheduled me to practice firearms targeting now Dean," the angel reminded him.
"Let me deal with this first, Cas, then we'll go shoot some shit up."
"I will, uh... start looking for Enochian sigils."
That caught Sam's attention. "For what, exactly?"
"Sam, the FBI?" Dean pressed. "What's going on, Sammy?"
Sam explained his interaction with Dodge, over his brother's many interruptions and curses.
"Did you actually take the file from her?"
"Yeah, just in - "
" - and how do you know they weren't bugged or something?"
"Because I checked. I'm not an idiot, Dean."
"Well, you let an FBI Agent - "
" - let? She dropped in on me, I didn't let her."
"Okay, well, how much does she know?" Dean asked.
Even in the other room, Castiel could tell when Dean paced; it gave off a very particular atmosphere, a humidity, for lack of a better word. He didn't like it.
Dean's cell phone rang. Repeatedly. Not sure what else to do, Cas picked it up.
"Hello? No, this isn't Dean, but this is his phone... Cas... yes, I remember meeting you. Why are you calling?"
Meanwhile, the brothers continued to their unpleasant conversation.
Sam said, "As far as I can tell, she knows about Dad, me, and you. She said she's helped out other hunters but didn't name and names, so I can't be sure."
"Okay, well, we need to vet the crap outa her, because the last thing we need with the freaking angels is the FBI after us again."
"Obviously," Sam remarked.
"It's really important, Sam, that she doesn't find out about the bunker, or Cas for that matter - "
" - Dean, what the hell is wrong with you? I know that. Calm down."
Cas interrupted them, "Uh, Dean, Garth called you."
"And you picked up?"
"At the time, it seemed perfectly sensible."
"Yeah, it was, Cas. What did Garth say?" Sam asked quickly to head Dean off from another rant.
"He said he thinks he has a case."
"So why isn't he working it?" Dean asked.
"He says he's with the Prophet helping him settle into his new house."
"'Course he is," Dean muttered.
"What's the case?"
"Spencer, West Virginia. A man was found cut to pieces in his home," the angel said matter-of-factly. "Similar reports have happened in four other states as well. I wrote them down."
Sam took the paper from the angel, which listed the following: Jamestown, New York; Clearfield, Pennsylvania; Cumberland, Maryland; Litchfield, Illinois; and Spencer, West Virginia. The handwriting was oddly child-like.
"I'm not used to writing English," Cas admitted shyly. "I will practice that after firearms training."
Dean smiled. "That's my boy," he said under his breath.
"Five bodies in a week? We gotta check this out. I can be ready in ten," Sam said.
Cas sulked as Dean began, "You're gonna stay here, right? Letting the trail go cold after that Tamandy jerk - "
" - Tamandriel - "
" - whatever... You'll be here?"
"I suppose I can look up that sigil while you are away," Castiel conceded. "You'll call?"
Sensing additional tension, Sam bowed out to his room under the guise of getting his bag.
"What're you, my wife?" Dean shot at Cas.
"That would be an odd term," the angel replied.
"Answering my phone, making me call... sounds like my wife."
"I answered the phone because you were too busy arguing with your brother to do so. I was trying to help," Cas replied. He felt embarrassed, but he didn't know why. "And I feel better when you call."
Even Dean couldn't argue with this, having felt lost and alone when Cas disappeared on him. "Fine," he said, heading up to his room for his bag.
Spencer, West Virginia. Sam and Dean rolled into West Virginia that night. Sam wondered if it was too soon to joke about the two phone calls Dean made to Cas. But he couldn't decide, so he held back.
"According to these two articles," Sam said from behind his computer, "at least two of our vics had a card in their hands."
"You think it's a connection?"
"Besides being found in pieces," Sam continued, "hopefully we can dig up some more tomorrow at the morgue."
"So I put some feelers out about this Dodge chick," Dean began. "To like the three hunters we know who aren't dead or Garth... Hopefully they'll get back to us."
"Did you ask Garth?"
"You should," Dean said, pulling his face into a dramatic smile. "I'm calling it."
"Dean - " Sam began, but dropped it.
"Agents Ward and Colwell," Sam said as he and Dean held out their badges. "We're here to see..."
"Jason Emerson," Dean finished from his notes.
The coroner smiled at Dean. Sam noticed her long, black hair and dark green eyes, but his brother had barely looked at her.
"I'm Shane," she introduced herself. "Follow me, agents."
She showed them into a lab where Jason's body was still prepped. His legs were laid out in place. His upper torso had been cut diagonally in two. His head sat above his neck, severed with a clean blow.
"The autopsy showed his head was cut off last," she stated, conversationally. "The forensics guys were in here about an hour ago, talking about the blood splatter. I'm sure you agents have your own tech team filling you in. Right? I've never worked with the FBI before..."
She continued overtly flirting with Dean, which was a feat not only because Dean was now dating an angel, but also given the subject matter at hand.
"Sorry," Sam interrupted. "You said something about the blood splatter?"
"Right, well, that's the odd thing. Apparently, the blood patterns suggest that the victim collapsed to the floor after his head was cut off."
The two brothers stared blankly at her.
She continued. "It would take at least three strikes to do this." She mimed the moments as she spoke. "One from shoulder to hip, then another to cut off the legs, and a third to cut off the head."
"So, he just stood there and let someone slice into him?" Dean asked.
"Well, if the splatter guys are right, either his assailant was quick as lightning or this guy and his parts defied gravity," the coroner replied.
"Because he should've fallen over when the sword cut him diagonally," Sam said to show her they'd cottoned on.
"Well, yeah. But that's just if you believe the forensics guys. They're supergeeks but that doesn't mean they're right."
"Of course," Dean placated her. "Could we have a minute?"
"Sure," she smiled again.
"Oh, one more question," Sam said as she exited. "Was the victim holding anything when he died?"
"Actually, yes," she replied. "His personal effects are over there, in the pan. Evidence is coming for it, so if you want a look..." She winked.
Dean pulled out his cell phone and snapped photos of the bloodied card. "Looks like a letter," he said.
"Yeah, I'd say Japanese," Sam commented.
"Nerd," Dean teased.
"I'm the nerd? Betty Boop Coroner was practically drooling over you, and you? You're staring at some dead guy."
"She was not."
"Wow," Sam said, shaking his head. "Someone put a ring on your finger."
"Jealousy is an ugly color on you, Sammy," Dean replied placidly. He pulled out his EMF reader and hovered it over the personal items and then the body. "No EMF..."
"Does this seem witchy to you?" Sam asked.
"Well, if that card is some kind of hex mark, that'd make sense," Dean replied.
"Yeah, but, are witches still around?" Sam asked.
"Unfortunately."
"No, I mean, most of the witches we met got their mojo from Dark Magic, which came from Demons... if the Demons are gone, shouldn't witches be too?" Sam asked.
"You are such a dweeb," Dean said. "And while I like the idea of no more skeevy bitches to gank, I don't think we're that lucky."
"Okay, then we should check out the vic's place."
"And we need to look up this symbol, too," Dean added.
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