09x22 - Heatseeker - Part One: Serpent Clean
Episode number: 09x22 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Heatseeker
Subtitle: Serpent Clean
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,260
Rating: R
Warnings: language, sexual innuendo
New York City, New York. Robert Miles Windham pushed his way towards the subway sign, working against a throng of people heading in the opposite direction. It was kind of poetic, given the day he had, that he would wind it down by plowing his way against the grain just to get to the damn subway. He never thought he'd end up identifying with Sisyphus, constantly rolling that damn rock up the hill, just to have it trundle back down.
Robert elbowed the annoying teenager who dragged his feet right over the step of the subway car, dawdling while he flipped through the music on his iPod. Like he couldn't step inside the damn car and out of the way before doing that?
The kid didn't hardly responded to the intruding elbow, but he did shuffle forward enough to make room. This allowed a surly woman to push by Robert and the people entering the car behind him. Clearly, the teenager had blocked the way before all the passengers could exit the car.
Robert moved over to the farthest area from the door and realized that he'd have to stand for the ride to Brooklyn. He grabbed hold of a bar and leaned in, taking a deep breath.
It had been a long day, and he wasn't too far from home.
He wasn't aware of the time passing, but it occurred to him that his heartbeats were slowing down. His last hazy recollection was that burgers would make a lovely dinner.
When the doors opened for the next stop, a young woman entered the car. She backed out, forcing those behind her away from the car.
"Whatcher problem?" a man said.
"Is this some kind of weird performance art?" she asked.
The man almost knocked her out of his way, but he looked inside first. Robert Miles Windham, and the forty-three other passengers, were perfect, stone statues -
No, they couldn't be statues, because some of them were still blinking.
Lebanon, Kansas. Kevin Tran was awake.
He imagined that Sam was curled up with Dodge, holding her as she slept off the last few days. Kevin knew how difficult being kidnapped could be, so he couldn't really blame either of them.
And Dean. Dean and Castiel were probably snuggled up together, naked. Maybe it was spillover teenage hormones building up in Kevin, but he was a little jealous of both Winchesters. They had a real home to retreat to, whether or not they admitted it.
So while the two Winchesters, the banes of the Supernatural world, slumbered peacefully with their significant others, Kevin Tran was awake.
He occasionally drifted off, but his mind kept waking him up, urging him to continue translating the tablet. He wanted to finish it, but it was rich and complex. And, as with the Demon and Angel Tablets, he sensed that he was missing something key - a previous chapter, so to speak, that laid the foundation for his understanding.
Then there were the nightmares. They were probably prophetic dreams, but since he was transcribing the Children of Eve Tablet, they were filled with images of monsters, bitterness, and hunger. His heart raced just by thinking about it.
"Your phone is ringing," Castiel whispered into Dean's ear.
Dean took a moment to stretch out, feeling the warm of Cas's body along his spine. He tried to explain pillow talk to the angel, but he didn't really seem to grasp the idea.
"Dean," Cas said again, his voice low and alluring, "your phone is ringing."
"Cas, it's too early."
"It keeps ringing. Would you like me to answer it for you?"
Dean rolled over and pulled Cas into a long, languid kiss. Cas rubbed his palms up Dean's stomach and chest, eventually cupping his cheek and drawing him into another kiss.
"You need to brush your teeth," Cas said after he pulled away. "And answer your phone."
Dean hated reality sometimes.
He sat up and fumbled for the phone, groggy and annoyed. Cas was right; his phone had been ringing for a while. He had sixteen missed calls, all from the same number.
"Huh," Dean said to himself. "Hello?"
"Dean?" a woman asked.
"Yeah, who's this?"
"It's Portia," she replied.
Dean thought hard about that name, but nothing came to mind. "Portia? Sorry, I don't - "
"We've met before. I'm James Frampton's familiar."
"Ah," he replied, remembering the part-Doberman, part-woman familiar that came to them for help. "Right."
"I wouldn't call if it wasn't important," she said.
"Let me guess, James is in trouble?" Dean asked.
"No," Portia replied. "We just finished a case. But, before we left, I - uh, we saw something weird."
"Okay, well, witches seeing weird things, not big news, right?" Dean said, annoyed this was the reason he wasn't continuing his good morning sex with Castiel.
"I'm calling you because this is above James's pay grade, and people are dying, Dean, so you can drop the snarkie crap," she snapped.
"I'm listening."
"Last night, a subway car full of life-sized statues was reported in New York City. The police thought it was a prank at first, till the responding officers and medics reported that all the statues had heartbeats and vitals."
"That's not good," Dean said. "Someone's bringing statues to life?"
"All the passengers are dead now, so it's more like killing people by petrifying them into stone," Portia replied. "That takes an incredible amount of power, and there weren't any hex markings anywhere in that car to focus the power. Whatever did this - it's not a witch or a coven."
"New York City, huh?" Dean said. "I guess it was only a matter of time before we ended up there. We can get there by tomorrow and meet you - "
"We're not in New York anymore," Portia replied. "We have another job."
"So James is just dropping this on Sam and me?"
"James is convinced this is a practical joke, he wouldn't even check it out."
"So you couldn't convince your boyfriend slash witch to do this, so you think Sam and I will drop everything - "
She cut him off, "I think you and your brother are aware that a war is being waged between two factions."
Dean bit his lip. "What do you know?"
"I know James and I have had more cases in the past three weeks than we usually get for three months. And we've had more than a few near misses. Whatever is happening, Dean, it's big. And whatever's in New York, it's big. Put two and two together."
"You think what's going down there is part of the war?" Dean asked.
"You said it," Portia replied. "New York is the last place you want this happening, Dean. If a full-on battle breaks out here, the collateral could tally to the millions."
"Then why aren't you and James doing anything about it?" Dean demanded.
Portia hung up.
"Damn it!"
He felt arms wrap around him from behind, and Cas put his head on Dean's shoulder, pulling him into an awkward but comfortable sitting spoon position.
"Bad news?" Cas asked.
"Yeah, like always."
Cas kissed Dean's neck as his hands wandered down to Dean's hips. He stroked Dean's tense back and then his outer thighs. The angel's hands slipped ever so slightly to his inner thighs, then slowly up. Dean sighed.
"Cas, we have to go - " Dean started.
"Sam's still asleep," Cas replied. "I think you should brush your teeth and let him sleep in."
And who was Dean to argue with an angel on that?
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Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Heatseeker
Subtitle: Serpent Clean
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,260
Rating: R
Warnings: language, sexual innuendo
New York City, New York. Robert Miles Windham pushed his way towards the subway sign, working against a throng of people heading in the opposite direction. It was kind of poetic, given the day he had, that he would wind it down by plowing his way against the grain just to get to the damn subway. He never thought he'd end up identifying with Sisyphus, constantly rolling that damn rock up the hill, just to have it trundle back down.
Robert elbowed the annoying teenager who dragged his feet right over the step of the subway car, dawdling while he flipped through the music on his iPod. Like he couldn't step inside the damn car and out of the way before doing that?
The kid didn't hardly responded to the intruding elbow, but he did shuffle forward enough to make room. This allowed a surly woman to push by Robert and the people entering the car behind him. Clearly, the teenager had blocked the way before all the passengers could exit the car.
Robert moved over to the farthest area from the door and realized that he'd have to stand for the ride to Brooklyn. He grabbed hold of a bar and leaned in, taking a deep breath.
It had been a long day, and he wasn't too far from home.
He wasn't aware of the time passing, but it occurred to him that his heartbeats were slowing down. His last hazy recollection was that burgers would make a lovely dinner.
When the doors opened for the next stop, a young woman entered the car. She backed out, forcing those behind her away from the car.
"Whatcher problem?" a man said.
"Is this some kind of weird performance art?" she asked.
The man almost knocked her out of his way, but he looked inside first. Robert Miles Windham, and the forty-three other passengers, were perfect, stone statues -
No, they couldn't be statues, because some of them were still blinking.
Lebanon, Kansas. Kevin Tran was awake.
He imagined that Sam was curled up with Dodge, holding her as she slept off the last few days. Kevin knew how difficult being kidnapped could be, so he couldn't really blame either of them.
And Dean. Dean and Castiel were probably snuggled up together, naked. Maybe it was spillover teenage hormones building up in Kevin, but he was a little jealous of both Winchesters. They had a real home to retreat to, whether or not they admitted it.
So while the two Winchesters, the banes of the Supernatural world, slumbered peacefully with their significant others, Kevin Tran was awake.
He occasionally drifted off, but his mind kept waking him up, urging him to continue translating the tablet. He wanted to finish it, but it was rich and complex. And, as with the Demon and Angel Tablets, he sensed that he was missing something key - a previous chapter, so to speak, that laid the foundation for his understanding.
Then there were the nightmares. They were probably prophetic dreams, but since he was transcribing the Children of Eve Tablet, they were filled with images of monsters, bitterness, and hunger. His heart raced just by thinking about it.
"Your phone is ringing," Castiel whispered into Dean's ear.
Dean took a moment to stretch out, feeling the warm of Cas's body along his spine. He tried to explain pillow talk to the angel, but he didn't really seem to grasp the idea.
"Dean," Cas said again, his voice low and alluring, "your phone is ringing."
"Cas, it's too early."
"It keeps ringing. Would you like me to answer it for you?"
Dean rolled over and pulled Cas into a long, languid kiss. Cas rubbed his palms up Dean's stomach and chest, eventually cupping his cheek and drawing him into another kiss.
"You need to brush your teeth," Cas said after he pulled away. "And answer your phone."
Dean hated reality sometimes.
He sat up and fumbled for the phone, groggy and annoyed. Cas was right; his phone had been ringing for a while. He had sixteen missed calls, all from the same number.
"Huh," Dean said to himself. "Hello?"
"Dean?" a woman asked.
"Yeah, who's this?"
"It's Portia," she replied.
Dean thought hard about that name, but nothing came to mind. "Portia? Sorry, I don't - "
"We've met before. I'm James Frampton's familiar."
"Ah," he replied, remembering the part-Doberman, part-woman familiar that came to them for help. "Right."
"I wouldn't call if it wasn't important," she said.
"Let me guess, James is in trouble?" Dean asked.
"No," Portia replied. "We just finished a case. But, before we left, I - uh, we saw something weird."
"Okay, well, witches seeing weird things, not big news, right?" Dean said, annoyed this was the reason he wasn't continuing his good morning sex with Castiel.
"I'm calling you because this is above James's pay grade, and people are dying, Dean, so you can drop the snarkie crap," she snapped.
"I'm listening."
"Last night, a subway car full of life-sized statues was reported in New York City. The police thought it was a prank at first, till the responding officers and medics reported that all the statues had heartbeats and vitals."
"That's not good," Dean said. "Someone's bringing statues to life?"
"All the passengers are dead now, so it's more like killing people by petrifying them into stone," Portia replied. "That takes an incredible amount of power, and there weren't any hex markings anywhere in that car to focus the power. Whatever did this - it's not a witch or a coven."
"New York City, huh?" Dean said. "I guess it was only a matter of time before we ended up there. We can get there by tomorrow and meet you - "
"We're not in New York anymore," Portia replied. "We have another job."
"So James is just dropping this on Sam and me?"
"James is convinced this is a practical joke, he wouldn't even check it out."
"So you couldn't convince your boyfriend slash witch to do this, so you think Sam and I will drop everything - "
She cut him off, "I think you and your brother are aware that a war is being waged between two factions."
Dean bit his lip. "What do you know?"
"I know James and I have had more cases in the past three weeks than we usually get for three months. And we've had more than a few near misses. Whatever is happening, Dean, it's big. And whatever's in New York, it's big. Put two and two together."
"You think what's going down there is part of the war?" Dean asked.
"You said it," Portia replied. "New York is the last place you want this happening, Dean. If a full-on battle breaks out here, the collateral could tally to the millions."
"Then why aren't you and James doing anything about it?" Dean demanded.
Portia hung up.
"Damn it!"
He felt arms wrap around him from behind, and Cas put his head on Dean's shoulder, pulling him into an awkward but comfortable sitting spoon position.
"Bad news?" Cas asked.
"Yeah, like always."
Cas kissed Dean's neck as his hands wandered down to Dean's hips. He stroked Dean's tense back and then his outer thighs. The angel's hands slipped ever so slightly to his inner thighs, then slowly up. Dean sighed.
"Cas, we have to go - " Dean started.
"Sam's still asleep," Cas replied. "I think you should brush your teeth and let him sleep in."
And who was Dean to argue with an angel on that?
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