09x02 - Gimme a Bullet - Part Five: Ain't No Cure
Episode number: 09x02 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Gimme a Bullet
Subtitle: Ain't No Cure
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word count: 1,377
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, language, sexual innuendo
Calvin Flannery lived in an apartment downtown. Sam and Dean changed into their street clothes and used the fire escape to get into his fifth-story room.
Sure enough, they found three more packages ready for shipment.
"This is our guy, definitely," Sam said. "And that means he's shipped out three others already."
"So, what, he hires a thief to steal some magic objects from his ex to kill off her friends?" Dean asks. "That make sense to you?"
But Sam had already noticed the apartment was devoid of photographs and other paraphernalia people keep as reminders of their family.
"Maybe if he felt like she abandoned him. He's punishing her or something," Sam said.
"You know, I think I'd prefer a witch to some guy who can't get over himself."
"That what you think, boy?" the voice came out of the darkness.
Both brothers jumped. They had done a sweep just a minute ago, and the apartment was empty.
The voice continued, "This is about her, not me. She thinks she can just leave her family behind and have no consequence? Just like all these other assholes. They didn't lose their families like me, they left'em."
"So, naturally, you kill them," Dean admonished. "Really, dude? That's your play?"
"You boys must be the ones cleaning up her mess, huh? Because that has got to stop."
"Like to see you try, bitch," Dean said, pointing his gun at Calvin's face.
With a flick of his wrist, Calvin sent a card flying into Sam's chest, where it stuck like a nametag. No sooner had this happened than a long, thin spear shot straight at him.
"Crap!" Dean exclaimed as Sam tumbled down to the floor. Knives and guns weren't going to help much against a Tsukumogami.
Luckily, Sam managed to wrangle the spear, knocking its precise motions out of the way. He landed several grazing shots to the arms for his trouble.
Meanwhile, Dean took two shots at Calvin. The bastard was pretty scrappy, though, and he ducked out of the way in time to roll. Somehow, he managed to slip a card into Dean's pocket while doing it.
What Dean saw was a fast moving hatchet zipping towards his face. He ducked and took another shot at Calvin, hitting him in the leg.
The scream the guy let out was high; it sounded like a teapot whistle. Normally Dean would belittle a man for a scream like that, but at the moment, he was too busy. The hatchet kept trying to slice his head off.
"We're not your enemies!" Sam shouted at the spear that kept trying to skewer him. "We were sent by Anna Lang, to bring you home!"
"Yeah, and this douchebag here," Dean yelled to no one in particular, "he's trying to use you to hurt her and her brother!"
"No use, boy," Calvin said as he hemorrhaged on the floor. "They've got their marks, and these're soldiers. They never question an order."
"Yes they do!" Sam said as if to compliment the inanimate-yet-somehow-moving-object attacking him. "They can question an order, especially where it came from. This man is not a friend of yours or the Lang Family."
Dean had seen his brother drink blood like a vampire. He'd seen him as a meat suit for Lucifer, exploding Cas and snapping Bobby's neck. He'd seen the dude walk around as a soulless asshat. But his brother trying to convince a spear to stand down? That seemed crazy even by Winchester standards.
His extended thought process earned him a grazing wound down his shoulder from the damn hatchet.
"Crap!" Dean exclaimed. "We are not the bad guys here!"
"Calvin Flannery is an enemy of the Lang Family, not us!" Sam shouted.
Both the hatchet and the spear stopped, mid-air. They wheeled around on Calvin, who was still laughing and bleeding on the floor.
His laugh died away as both weapons made quick, precise attacks that left him impaled and cut to bits.
"That'll do," Dean commented as the objects rested placidly.
Dean rolled his eyes as Sam jabbered on about the spear, or yari as he called it, and the ono that attacked them.
"I get it," Dean said. "They're old and cool for nerds."
"And he was sending people a kodachi, chokuto, and yawara!" Sam continued.
"Wow," Dean said tersely. "Can we go now?"
They had dropped their findings off at Anna Lang's house.
"There's still something else missing, though, right?" Sam asked her.
"Yes, I'm afraid so, a kama," she said. She hesitated before continuing. "To be honest, I didn't think I could trust you, but I'm glad I did."
"Why did you?" Dean asked.
"What other choice did I have?" she asked. It sounded so simple, but it hit Sam right in the gut.
"We can help you get the kama back," Dean offered.
"No, I know where he sent it," she said. "He tore pages out of my address book."
"So, no more killing?"
"Thanks to you two."
Men of Letters Bunker. Castiel had made quite a mess. Books filled with sigils were lain about here and there, propped or pinned open. Sam geared up to blow a gasket, but Cas explained he'd clean house as soon as he found the right one.
"We need one that will stop my powers but not trap me or hurt me," Cas explained.
"Why would you want that?"
"For his human training," Dean cut Cas off before he could utter the words 'safe-sex room' to his brother.
"To prevent more exploding mishaps," Cas added.
Sam turned a shade of red usually reserved for total-immersion embarrassment. "Right, I'll start looking, how's about you two get some diner?" he said quickly.
"Sure," Dean responded, guiding Cas away by the arm.
It was true that Sam remembered reading about a sigil like Castiel described. He thought he even knew which book to check, but something about helping his brother's sex life by taking away angel mojo felt very wrong to him. Nevertheless, he flipped through each book, shutting them when he saw it didn't contain the sigil.
And there it was, in a copy of a book that had a title that translated to something like "Peace Talk" or "Peace Meeting." Sam marked the page with a sticky note and set the book aside.
Sam then turned to the giant file Dodge had given to him earlier that week. What Anna Lang said made him wonder if maybe he should trust someone, too. At the very least, he should see what Dodge had to offer before deciding to blow her off forever.
He barely made a dent before Cas called from the kitchen, "Dean says you need to get your ass in here!"
"Be right there!" Sam called back.
Sam was surprised how much the file had angered him. In the dozen pages he'd scanned, there were over thirty people imprisoned due to demon possession. Two more seemed to be under a curse, and at least three seemed witch-related.
He and Dean had had more than their fair share of good people put away for killing, mauling, or stealing under the influence of the supernatural, but this file contained hundreds of people, all put away, some for life. The worst part was that some of them didn't even know they had been cursed or possessed. Doing life for killing your family, thinking you did it for no reason at all? That's a very special kind of hell no one should have to live in.
It clicked for Sam. He got what Dodge had been going through, like he saw it - or rather, he felt it - in a different light. He didn't want to let this stand, either.
He pulled her card out of his pants pocket. Dean and Cas didn't need to be involved.
Sam snorted as he reminded himself that those two would be busy now they've got this sigil to prevent Cas from blowing the place up. They'd likely be locked away for a day or two making up for lost time...
Sam shook the sex images out of his head.
"Sammy! Food! Now!" Dean shouted.
"Coming."
He tucked the card back into his pocket for later. Maybe he'll give Dodge a call tomorrow.
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09x03 Loaded Dice
Episode 09x02 Gimme a Bullet
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Gimme a Bullet
Subtitle: Ain't No Cure
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word count: 1,377
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, language, sexual innuendo
Calvin Flannery lived in an apartment downtown. Sam and Dean changed into their street clothes and used the fire escape to get into his fifth-story room.
Sure enough, they found three more packages ready for shipment.
"This is our guy, definitely," Sam said. "And that means he's shipped out three others already."
"So, what, he hires a thief to steal some magic objects from his ex to kill off her friends?" Dean asks. "That make sense to you?"
But Sam had already noticed the apartment was devoid of photographs and other paraphernalia people keep as reminders of their family.
"Maybe if he felt like she abandoned him. He's punishing her or something," Sam said.
"You know, I think I'd prefer a witch to some guy who can't get over himself."
"That what you think, boy?" the voice came out of the darkness.
Both brothers jumped. They had done a sweep just a minute ago, and the apartment was empty.
The voice continued, "This is about her, not me. She thinks she can just leave her family behind and have no consequence? Just like all these other assholes. They didn't lose their families like me, they left'em."
"So, naturally, you kill them," Dean admonished. "Really, dude? That's your play?"
"You boys must be the ones cleaning up her mess, huh? Because that has got to stop."
"Like to see you try, bitch," Dean said, pointing his gun at Calvin's face.
With a flick of his wrist, Calvin sent a card flying into Sam's chest, where it stuck like a nametag. No sooner had this happened than a long, thin spear shot straight at him.
"Crap!" Dean exclaimed as Sam tumbled down to the floor. Knives and guns weren't going to help much against a Tsukumogami.
Luckily, Sam managed to wrangle the spear, knocking its precise motions out of the way. He landed several grazing shots to the arms for his trouble.
Meanwhile, Dean took two shots at Calvin. The bastard was pretty scrappy, though, and he ducked out of the way in time to roll. Somehow, he managed to slip a card into Dean's pocket while doing it.
What Dean saw was a fast moving hatchet zipping towards his face. He ducked and took another shot at Calvin, hitting him in the leg.
The scream the guy let out was high; it sounded like a teapot whistle. Normally Dean would belittle a man for a scream like that, but at the moment, he was too busy. The hatchet kept trying to slice his head off.
"We're not your enemies!" Sam shouted at the spear that kept trying to skewer him. "We were sent by Anna Lang, to bring you home!"
"Yeah, and this douchebag here," Dean yelled to no one in particular, "he's trying to use you to hurt her and her brother!"
"No use, boy," Calvin said as he hemorrhaged on the floor. "They've got their marks, and these're soldiers. They never question an order."
"Yes they do!" Sam said as if to compliment the inanimate-yet-somehow-moving-object attacking him. "They can question an order, especially where it came from. This man is not a friend of yours or the Lang Family."
Dean had seen his brother drink blood like a vampire. He'd seen him as a meat suit for Lucifer, exploding Cas and snapping Bobby's neck. He'd seen the dude walk around as a soulless asshat. But his brother trying to convince a spear to stand down? That seemed crazy even by Winchester standards.
His extended thought process earned him a grazing wound down his shoulder from the damn hatchet.
"Crap!" Dean exclaimed. "We are not the bad guys here!"
"Calvin Flannery is an enemy of the Lang Family, not us!" Sam shouted.
Both the hatchet and the spear stopped, mid-air. They wheeled around on Calvin, who was still laughing and bleeding on the floor.
His laugh died away as both weapons made quick, precise attacks that left him impaled and cut to bits.
"That'll do," Dean commented as the objects rested placidly.
Dean rolled his eyes as Sam jabbered on about the spear, or yari as he called it, and the ono that attacked them.
"I get it," Dean said. "They're old and cool for nerds."
"And he was sending people a kodachi, chokuto, and yawara!" Sam continued.
"Wow," Dean said tersely. "Can we go now?"
They had dropped their findings off at Anna Lang's house.
"There's still something else missing, though, right?" Sam asked her.
"Yes, I'm afraid so, a kama," she said. She hesitated before continuing. "To be honest, I didn't think I could trust you, but I'm glad I did."
"Why did you?" Dean asked.
"What other choice did I have?" she asked. It sounded so simple, but it hit Sam right in the gut.
"We can help you get the kama back," Dean offered.
"No, I know where he sent it," she said. "He tore pages out of my address book."
"So, no more killing?"
"Thanks to you two."
Men of Letters Bunker. Castiel had made quite a mess. Books filled with sigils were lain about here and there, propped or pinned open. Sam geared up to blow a gasket, but Cas explained he'd clean house as soon as he found the right one.
"We need one that will stop my powers but not trap me or hurt me," Cas explained.
"Why would you want that?"
"For his human training," Dean cut Cas off before he could utter the words 'safe-sex room' to his brother.
"To prevent more exploding mishaps," Cas added.
Sam turned a shade of red usually reserved for total-immersion embarrassment. "Right, I'll start looking, how's about you two get some diner?" he said quickly.
"Sure," Dean responded, guiding Cas away by the arm.
It was true that Sam remembered reading about a sigil like Castiel described. He thought he even knew which book to check, but something about helping his brother's sex life by taking away angel mojo felt very wrong to him. Nevertheless, he flipped through each book, shutting them when he saw it didn't contain the sigil.
And there it was, in a copy of a book that had a title that translated to something like "Peace Talk" or "Peace Meeting." Sam marked the page with a sticky note and set the book aside.
Sam then turned to the giant file Dodge had given to him earlier that week. What Anna Lang said made him wonder if maybe he should trust someone, too. At the very least, he should see what Dodge had to offer before deciding to blow her off forever.
He barely made a dent before Cas called from the kitchen, "Dean says you need to get your ass in here!"
"Be right there!" Sam called back.
Sam was surprised how much the file had angered him. In the dozen pages he'd scanned, there were over thirty people imprisoned due to demon possession. Two more seemed to be under a curse, and at least three seemed witch-related.
He and Dean had had more than their fair share of good people put away for killing, mauling, or stealing under the influence of the supernatural, but this file contained hundreds of people, all put away, some for life. The worst part was that some of them didn't even know they had been cursed or possessed. Doing life for killing your family, thinking you did it for no reason at all? That's a very special kind of hell no one should have to live in.
It clicked for Sam. He got what Dodge had been going through, like he saw it - or rather, he felt it - in a different light. He didn't want to let this stand, either.
He pulled her card out of his pants pocket. Dean and Cas didn't need to be involved.
Sam snorted as he reminded himself that those two would be busy now they've got this sigil to prevent Cas from blowing the place up. They'd likely be locked away for a day or two making up for lost time...
Sam shook the sex images out of his head.
"Sammy! Food! Now!" Dean shouted.
"Coming."
He tucked the card back into his pocket for later. Maybe he'll give Dodge a call tomorrow.
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Episode 09x02 Gimme a Bullet
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