09x22 - Heatseeker - Part Two: Sound the Siren
Episode number: 09x22 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Heatseeker
Subtitle: Sound the Siren
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,426
Rating: R
Warnings: language, innuendo, violence
Sam walked straight by Kevin in the war room. He tiptoed into the kitchen as to not wake him. Dodge soon joined him.
She looked completely different - awake and happy.
"Morning," she said.
"Morning," Sam replied.
She reached up to kiss him gently. Dodge was tall for a woman, but she was still a good six inches shorter than Sam.
"You look - fantastic," Sam said, pulling her into his body.
"I feel fantastic," she replied.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, that's why I'm up, actually," she said. She pulled away gently.
He was sorry to let her go, but she soon picked up a cup for some water. Hydration was more than an acceptable reason to move away, so Sam's morning-after bliss wasn't curbed.
"What's that?" he asked.
"I got an appointment with a doctor in Topeka," she replied. "A neurologist."
"Dodge, if Therion did something to you, you know a doctor can't help."
Dodge immediately felt guilty. She meant to tell Sam that Therion's spell worked - that she no longer had visions - days ago.
"I - " she began. "I should've said something, once we were alone, but - "
"Is something wrong?" Sam asked. The genuine concern on his face made her guilt multiply.
"I think Therion succeeded," Dodge said. "I haven't had a vision or a dream or an inkling since we left that cave."
Sam's brow rippled. "Maybe it's just supernatural stress?"
Dodge laughed as she said, "What? Like I strained my third eye?"
He shrugged, "Something like that."
"The FBI neurologist that saw me back in D.C. said I had abnormal brainwaves or something like that," she said.
"When you had a vision, you mean?"
"No, all the time," she said. "He couldn't explain it except that he thought it was what was ultimately causing my 'seizures' somehow."
Sam turned away. He had a feeling that he knew where this conversation was going. She wouldn't go to a doctor, not for this, unless she planned to return to the FBI. Back in Washington, D.C.
"Sam, if this doctor gives me a clean bill of health, I can get my life back," she said. "I can go back to work. I can start being a real resource for you again."
He turned back to her. "You're a resource for us now."
"I know, but - " she couldn't think of what to say next. "My job, it means a lot to me, Sam. I worked hard to get there because I wanted to be there. Losing it was okay only because I thought it was temporary."
"Apparently, it was," Sam said bitterly. He hadn't meant for it to come out like that, but it was all he could to do to keep calm.
"It's not like I'm disappearing," she said.
"No, you're just moving back to the east coast," Sam replied. "And I'm guessing I can't go out to visit you, since Dean and I are dead, or wanted, or both - "
"Sam, don't - "
"It's okay," he cut her off. "I told you we'd figure out how to get your life back, and now, maybe, it's figured itself out."
Dodge faltered in her conviction, and Sam changed his tone. "I mean it, I'm happy that you're feeling better. And that you might get your job back."
"If the doctor clears me," she said.
"Right," Sam added. "When's your appointment?"
"In five hours," she said. "I have to head out now, actually."
Putting on his best happy-for-you face, Sam smiled and said, "Okay, will you call me after? Let me know?"
"Yeah, I will," she said. She reached up for another kiss. This one was gentler than the last, sweeter and calmer. She smiled weakly before she let him go, again, and walked away.
Sam felt sick to his stomach. His innards sank as he heard the clank of the bunker door shutting behind her. He sucked down air, hard, to prevent his eyes from watering.
'Damn it,' was all he could think to himself.
"Kev?" Dean said to the unconscious Prophet.
"It's not like I have class," Kevin replied, barely moving.
"No, but you do have a pillow. And stuff. In your room," Dean said. "So..."
Castiel appeared, his hair more messy than usual. Dean smiled at his work.
"Is Kevin okay?"
"Yeah," Dean said. "You think you can zap him to his bed?"
Sam came out of the kitchen right as Cas moved Kevin back to his room, and Dean noticed his sickly expression right away.
"Woah, you okay?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, just - uh, stomach ache," Sam lied quickly. "What's up with Kevin?"
"Being a Prophet can be very difficult," Cas observed. "His circadian rhythms have been offset."
"That sounds bad," Dean said.
"The Children of Eve Tablet has upset him," Cas continued.
"Right, cranky prophets," Sam said as he headed out of the war room.
"Sammy, we got a case."
"What?"
"New York City, big bad mojo. People turned to stone. Pack a bag."
Sam rolled his eyes.
Dean added, "You can bring your girlfriend with us."
Sam didn't reply.
New York City, New York. Shelly Hernandes was running late. Again. This was it. She would walk through the door, and her boss would call her into his office before the day began. Then he would fire her.
Anxiety didn't look good on her. Her hands were shaking so much that she fumbled with her security pass.
"Hernandes?" the guard asked as she passed through the door.
"Yeah, uh - Frank, right?" she said.
"Jerry," he corrected. "Frank's the night guy."
"Oh, sorry, Jerry."
Jerry smiled. "No worries. But I was told to warn anyone on the first floor that they have some big-time online meeting starting... five minutes ago, by my watch. So go quietly, okay? Otherwise it'll be my ass."
She smiled. "Thanks, Jerry."
Shelly trod lightly. Maybe she wouldn't be fired today after all -
She slowly opened the main door to the conference room, prepared to be quieter than a shadow, but everyone on the first floor heard her shriek at the sight in front of her.
A roar followed her cry, and Jerry responded. He arrived just in time to witness a large cat - a panther, maybe - as it dragged Shelly into the room. The door slammed shut behind her. As soon as the locked kicked into place, he couldn't hear anything else, but he saw blood streak past the small window in the door.
"Shelly!" he yelled, but there was no response.
Castiel sat in the back seat of the Impala, curiously witnessing two brothers lie their asses off.
"So, you gonna tell me what's up with you or what?" Dean asked.
"I'm fine. My stomach was bothering me - "
"Cas already told me your molecules were fine," Dean said. "Or whatever."
Sam glared at the angel, as if it were some violation of privacy. Normally Cas would correct Dean as to the exact words he said, but he elected to remain quiet this time. The Impala filled with vividly uncomfortable silence.
"So, Sam. What's new in your life?" Dean asked.
Sam ignored him, fiddling with some new technology Cas didn't recognize.
"Another one in New York City," Sam said. "A room full of investment bankers were mauled to death and eaten by jaguars."
"Jaguars?" Dean repeated. "Uh - is it possible that's just a murder?"
"Not when the security feed shows the jaguars appearing in an instant."
"Subway car full of statues and a bank full of jaguar chow," Dean said. "So, what're we thinking? Transformation curses? Big time hex craft? A deity running amuck?"
"I thought for sure it was a basilisk," Sam said. "With the turning people to stone."
"I thought that was a myth, the giant poison snake thing," Dean replied.
"No, it's a lizard. Sort of."
"You're even mopey when you're doing research. This is about Dodge. Isn't it?"
"We've got bigger fish to fry, Dean," Sam said.
"Sam, your pouting isn't subtle, just spill."
"Dodge is at the doctor today."
"She's pregnant, isn't she?" Dean asked quickly.
"What? No!"
"Nah, you'd probably be happy in that case."
"She's at the neurologist," Sam corrected himself. "She thinks she might be cleared for duty again."
"Which means, she won't be at the bunker anymore," Dean cottoned on.
"Yeah."
"You know what that means?" Dean asked.
Sam didn't say anything, so Dean continued, "We should set up a safe house in the D.C. area, since you'll probably be visiting her - "
"No, I won't," Sam cut him off. "Can we drop it and focus on the jaguars?"
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Primary Post: 09x22 Heatseeker
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Heatseeker
Subtitle: Sound the Siren
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,426
Rating: R
Warnings: language, innuendo, violence
Sam walked straight by Kevin in the war room. He tiptoed into the kitchen as to not wake him. Dodge soon joined him.
She looked completely different - awake and happy.
"Morning," she said.
"Morning," Sam replied.
She reached up to kiss him gently. Dodge was tall for a woman, but she was still a good six inches shorter than Sam.
"You look - fantastic," Sam said, pulling her into his body.
"I feel fantastic," she replied.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, that's why I'm up, actually," she said. She pulled away gently.
He was sorry to let her go, but she soon picked up a cup for some water. Hydration was more than an acceptable reason to move away, so Sam's morning-after bliss wasn't curbed.
"What's that?" he asked.
"I got an appointment with a doctor in Topeka," she replied. "A neurologist."
"Dodge, if Therion did something to you, you know a doctor can't help."
Dodge immediately felt guilty. She meant to tell Sam that Therion's spell worked - that she no longer had visions - days ago.
"I - " she began. "I should've said something, once we were alone, but - "
"Is something wrong?" Sam asked. The genuine concern on his face made her guilt multiply.
"I think Therion succeeded," Dodge said. "I haven't had a vision or a dream or an inkling since we left that cave."
Sam's brow rippled. "Maybe it's just supernatural stress?"
Dodge laughed as she said, "What? Like I strained my third eye?"
He shrugged, "Something like that."
"The FBI neurologist that saw me back in D.C. said I had abnormal brainwaves or something like that," she said.
"When you had a vision, you mean?"
"No, all the time," she said. "He couldn't explain it except that he thought it was what was ultimately causing my 'seizures' somehow."
Sam turned away. He had a feeling that he knew where this conversation was going. She wouldn't go to a doctor, not for this, unless she planned to return to the FBI. Back in Washington, D.C.
"Sam, if this doctor gives me a clean bill of health, I can get my life back," she said. "I can go back to work. I can start being a real resource for you again."
He turned back to her. "You're a resource for us now."
"I know, but - " she couldn't think of what to say next. "My job, it means a lot to me, Sam. I worked hard to get there because I wanted to be there. Losing it was okay only because I thought it was temporary."
"Apparently, it was," Sam said bitterly. He hadn't meant for it to come out like that, but it was all he could to do to keep calm.
"It's not like I'm disappearing," she said.
"No, you're just moving back to the east coast," Sam replied. "And I'm guessing I can't go out to visit you, since Dean and I are dead, or wanted, or both - "
"Sam, don't - "
"It's okay," he cut her off. "I told you we'd figure out how to get your life back, and now, maybe, it's figured itself out."
Dodge faltered in her conviction, and Sam changed his tone. "I mean it, I'm happy that you're feeling better. And that you might get your job back."
"If the doctor clears me," she said.
"Right," Sam added. "When's your appointment?"
"In five hours," she said. "I have to head out now, actually."
Putting on his best happy-for-you face, Sam smiled and said, "Okay, will you call me after? Let me know?"
"Yeah, I will," she said. She reached up for another kiss. This one was gentler than the last, sweeter and calmer. She smiled weakly before she let him go, again, and walked away.
Sam felt sick to his stomach. His innards sank as he heard the clank of the bunker door shutting behind her. He sucked down air, hard, to prevent his eyes from watering.
'Damn it,' was all he could think to himself.
"Kev?" Dean said to the unconscious Prophet.
"It's not like I have class," Kevin replied, barely moving.
"No, but you do have a pillow. And stuff. In your room," Dean said. "So..."
Castiel appeared, his hair more messy than usual. Dean smiled at his work.
"Is Kevin okay?"
"Yeah," Dean said. "You think you can zap him to his bed?"
Sam came out of the kitchen right as Cas moved Kevin back to his room, and Dean noticed his sickly expression right away.
"Woah, you okay?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, just - uh, stomach ache," Sam lied quickly. "What's up with Kevin?"
"Being a Prophet can be very difficult," Cas observed. "His circadian rhythms have been offset."
"That sounds bad," Dean said.
"The Children of Eve Tablet has upset him," Cas continued.
"Right, cranky prophets," Sam said as he headed out of the war room.
"Sammy, we got a case."
"What?"
"New York City, big bad mojo. People turned to stone. Pack a bag."
Sam rolled his eyes.
Dean added, "You can bring your girlfriend with us."
Sam didn't reply.
New York City, New York. Shelly Hernandes was running late. Again. This was it. She would walk through the door, and her boss would call her into his office before the day began. Then he would fire her.
Anxiety didn't look good on her. Her hands were shaking so much that she fumbled with her security pass.
"Hernandes?" the guard asked as she passed through the door.
"Yeah, uh - Frank, right?" she said.
"Jerry," he corrected. "Frank's the night guy."
"Oh, sorry, Jerry."
Jerry smiled. "No worries. But I was told to warn anyone on the first floor that they have some big-time online meeting starting... five minutes ago, by my watch. So go quietly, okay? Otherwise it'll be my ass."
She smiled. "Thanks, Jerry."
Shelly trod lightly. Maybe she wouldn't be fired today after all -
She slowly opened the main door to the conference room, prepared to be quieter than a shadow, but everyone on the first floor heard her shriek at the sight in front of her.
A roar followed her cry, and Jerry responded. He arrived just in time to witness a large cat - a panther, maybe - as it dragged Shelly into the room. The door slammed shut behind her. As soon as the locked kicked into place, he couldn't hear anything else, but he saw blood streak past the small window in the door.
"Shelly!" he yelled, but there was no response.
Castiel sat in the back seat of the Impala, curiously witnessing two brothers lie their asses off.
"So, you gonna tell me what's up with you or what?" Dean asked.
"I'm fine. My stomach was bothering me - "
"Cas already told me your molecules were fine," Dean said. "Or whatever."
Sam glared at the angel, as if it were some violation of privacy. Normally Cas would correct Dean as to the exact words he said, but he elected to remain quiet this time. The Impala filled with vividly uncomfortable silence.
"So, Sam. What's new in your life?" Dean asked.
Sam ignored him, fiddling with some new technology Cas didn't recognize.
"Another one in New York City," Sam said. "A room full of investment bankers were mauled to death and eaten by jaguars."
"Jaguars?" Dean repeated. "Uh - is it possible that's just a murder?"
"Not when the security feed shows the jaguars appearing in an instant."
"Subway car full of statues and a bank full of jaguar chow," Dean said. "So, what're we thinking? Transformation curses? Big time hex craft? A deity running amuck?"
"I thought for sure it was a basilisk," Sam said. "With the turning people to stone."
"I thought that was a myth, the giant poison snake thing," Dean replied.
"No, it's a lizard. Sort of."
"You're even mopey when you're doing research. This is about Dodge. Isn't it?"
"We've got bigger fish to fry, Dean," Sam said.
"Sam, your pouting isn't subtle, just spill."
"Dodge is at the doctor today."
"She's pregnant, isn't she?" Dean asked quickly.
"What? No!"
"Nah, you'd probably be happy in that case."
"She's at the neurologist," Sam corrected himself. "She thinks she might be cleared for duty again."
"Which means, she won't be at the bunker anymore," Dean cottoned on.
"Yeah."
"You know what that means?" Dean asked.
Sam didn't say anything, so Dean continued, "We should set up a safe house in the D.C. area, since you'll probably be visiting her - "
"No, I won't," Sam cut him off. "Can we drop it and focus on the jaguars?"
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