Five things that probably won't happen in S4
Title: Cuttings
Words: 930 or so
Rating: PG-13
A/N: By the title, I mean in the gardening sense, of taking a bit of a full-grown plant and transplanting it somewhere else. Tho Dean seems to do a fair bit of the other kind too.
III
“Sam. You don’t have to do this alone!”
“Well, I had to, Dean. For four months. Day after day without you. Sending the demons back to hell kept me from losing it entirely. The migraines distracted me a little from the pain of knowing where you were, and not being able to do a fucking thing about it!”
“Well, I’m here now, and now WE can do something about those demons.”
Dean moved quickly, tackling Sam to the bed, and pinning him.
“Stay the fuck still, I don’t wanna hurt you any more than I already have. Let big brother help you with this.”
Dean kneeled and took out his favorite knife.
“You keep talking about how it’s demon blood, oh no, you’re so doomed,” Dean told him while he made a shallow gash a few inches long down his forearm.
He shoved up one of Sam’s shirtsleeves.
“Will this shut you up?” he asked Sam as he made a matching cut on his arm and pressed the wounds together, rubbing hard to make sure blood mingled.
“We’re brothers. We’ll always share blood. This? Not really a big deal. Blood calls to blood. Now I’ll always be with you. I bet between the two of us we can save the world.”
Sam had watched, stunned, as his brother made the cut on his arm. He’d willingly taint himself, for Sam? He really shouldn’t be surprised. Dean had sold his soul, and there was no way he’d kill him, so they’d go down together, wherever the road went.
“But Dean, what if…”
Dean cut him off. “What if nothing. We’ll see what happens tomorrow. Maybe it’ll just balance out - I was touched by an angel, after all,” he smirked.
“Now let’s get this cleaned up, I don’t wanna do more laundry than I have to.”
Sam went to sleep that night with a little more peace than he’d felt before, secure in the knowledge that Dean was there.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ruby came sniffing around soon enough. She strolled in the door just as Sam and Dean finished exorcising a demon.
“So boys, thought you could take it on all by yourselves?” she sniped at them
“As a matter of fact, yes, we did,” Dean replied angrily. “You want me to shoot you?”
“Ruby. Dean’s back, and I’m done. I don’t need you anymore,” Sam told her emphatically.
“Yeah, so you can just fuck off, you lying skank,” Dean baited.
Her eyes flooded to black.
“You come back from the dead, you think you’re the Second Coming or something? Sam wouldn’t have lasted a month without me.”
Dean didn’t say a thing, just set his jaw. The anger was palpable in the air.
Suddenly, Ruby was thrown back against the wall by an invisible force. She struggled against unseen bonds.
“SAM! What the hell, let me go!” she fumed.
Dean looked over with a shocked expression to Sam, who looked stunned. “I thought you were done using the powers!”
“It’s not me!” he insisted. “I only learned to do the exorcism thing, not telekinesis!”
Dean’s attention was focused mostly on Sam, but he still saw Ruby struggling free. She’d been pinned but was now managing to get her arms off of the wall. When Dean swept his gaze back to her, her body went flat against the wall again.
He heard Sam gasp behind him.
“Oh my god, Dean, it’s you! You’re doing it! It’s my blood, you got some of my abilities!”
“Well fuck.” Dean really didn’t want to think of second-hand demon blood running through his veins, so he focused on a demon he could affect.
“What’s done is done, might as well make the best of it.” He extended a hand towards Ruby, palm held outward. “If that’s true then I should be able to do this.”
He curled the outstretched hand into a fist and watched as Ruby started to choke and spit up black smoke. He yanked backwards on an imaginary rope and the demon smoke poured out faster, flaring up as yellow embers as it billowed around the floor, then fading into blue-white sparks that soon dissipated. Ruby’s host collapsed like a marionette with its strings cut.
Dean quickly went over and checked her pulse. There was none. “Damnit. She’s dead,” he told Sam. It was never pleasant, losing someone they tried to save. But at least Ruby wouldn’t bother them for a while.
Dean had more than half suspected the hand-free exorcism wouldn’t work. And then it did and he was disturbed on a whole new level. He was caught up in his thoughts as he stared unseeing at Ruby’s former body.
Sam apparently took it as an opportunity to talk.
“Dean. It looked a little different from how I did it. For me, the demons just faded away, but those sparks are new. Maybe you killed it, not just exorcised it!”
“Indeed he did, Samuel,” said a calm voice from behind them. They whirled around to find Castiel standing by the door.
“Your methods were most unorthodox, Dean, but they did get results. You humans are quite strange, but so creative. We didn’t expect to have such an advantage so soon. Azazel was a Fallen, and he did affect Sam with his blood. But Dean is angel-touched, and when you reaffirmed your brotherhood, it met its match. Samuel, you have nothing to fear from those abilities. Your self remains your own. And now both of you share the power. It has grown quite nicely in Dean. Together, you are so much stronger.”
“So what, we go forth like righteous warriors and kick demon ass?” questioned Dean.
“Indeed,” Castiel replied.
Words: 930 or so
Rating: PG-13
A/N: By the title, I mean in the gardening sense, of taking a bit of a full-grown plant and transplanting it somewhere else. Tho Dean seems to do a fair bit of the other kind too.
III
“Sam. You don’t have to do this alone!”
“Well, I had to, Dean. For four months. Day after day without you. Sending the demons back to hell kept me from losing it entirely. The migraines distracted me a little from the pain of knowing where you were, and not being able to do a fucking thing about it!”
“Well, I’m here now, and now WE can do something about those demons.”
Dean moved quickly, tackling Sam to the bed, and pinning him.
“Stay the fuck still, I don’t wanna hurt you any more than I already have. Let big brother help you with this.”
Dean kneeled and took out his favorite knife.
“You keep talking about how it’s demon blood, oh no, you’re so doomed,” Dean told him while he made a shallow gash a few inches long down his forearm.
He shoved up one of Sam’s shirtsleeves.
“Will this shut you up?” he asked Sam as he made a matching cut on his arm and pressed the wounds together, rubbing hard to make sure blood mingled.
“We’re brothers. We’ll always share blood. This? Not really a big deal. Blood calls to blood. Now I’ll always be with you. I bet between the two of us we can save the world.”
Sam had watched, stunned, as his brother made the cut on his arm. He’d willingly taint himself, for Sam? He really shouldn’t be surprised. Dean had sold his soul, and there was no way he’d kill him, so they’d go down together, wherever the road went.
“But Dean, what if…”
Dean cut him off. “What if nothing. We’ll see what happens tomorrow. Maybe it’ll just balance out - I was touched by an angel, after all,” he smirked.
“Now let’s get this cleaned up, I don’t wanna do more laundry than I have to.”
Sam went to sleep that night with a little more peace than he’d felt before, secure in the knowledge that Dean was there.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ruby came sniffing around soon enough. She strolled in the door just as Sam and Dean finished exorcising a demon.
“So boys, thought you could take it on all by yourselves?” she sniped at them
“As a matter of fact, yes, we did,” Dean replied angrily. “You want me to shoot you?”
“Ruby. Dean’s back, and I’m done. I don’t need you anymore,” Sam told her emphatically.
“Yeah, so you can just fuck off, you lying skank,” Dean baited.
Her eyes flooded to black.
“You come back from the dead, you think you’re the Second Coming or something? Sam wouldn’t have lasted a month without me.”
Dean didn’t say a thing, just set his jaw. The anger was palpable in the air.
Suddenly, Ruby was thrown back against the wall by an invisible force. She struggled against unseen bonds.
“SAM! What the hell, let me go!” she fumed.
Dean looked over with a shocked expression to Sam, who looked stunned. “I thought you were done using the powers!”
“It’s not me!” he insisted. “I only learned to do the exorcism thing, not telekinesis!”
Dean’s attention was focused mostly on Sam, but he still saw Ruby struggling free. She’d been pinned but was now managing to get her arms off of the wall. When Dean swept his gaze back to her, her body went flat against the wall again.
He heard Sam gasp behind him.
“Oh my god, Dean, it’s you! You’re doing it! It’s my blood, you got some of my abilities!”
“Well fuck.” Dean really didn’t want to think of second-hand demon blood running through his veins, so he focused on a demon he could affect.
“What’s done is done, might as well make the best of it.” He extended a hand towards Ruby, palm held outward. “If that’s true then I should be able to do this.”
He curled the outstretched hand into a fist and watched as Ruby started to choke and spit up black smoke. He yanked backwards on an imaginary rope and the demon smoke poured out faster, flaring up as yellow embers as it billowed around the floor, then fading into blue-white sparks that soon dissipated. Ruby’s host collapsed like a marionette with its strings cut.
Dean quickly went over and checked her pulse. There was none. “Damnit. She’s dead,” he told Sam. It was never pleasant, losing someone they tried to save. But at least Ruby wouldn’t bother them for a while.
Dean had more than half suspected the hand-free exorcism wouldn’t work. And then it did and he was disturbed on a whole new level. He was caught up in his thoughts as he stared unseeing at Ruby’s former body.
Sam apparently took it as an opportunity to talk.
“Dean. It looked a little different from how I did it. For me, the demons just faded away, but those sparks are new. Maybe you killed it, not just exorcised it!”
“Indeed he did, Samuel,” said a calm voice from behind them. They whirled around to find Castiel standing by the door.
“Your methods were most unorthodox, Dean, but they did get results. You humans are quite strange, but so creative. We didn’t expect to have such an advantage so soon. Azazel was a Fallen, and he did affect Sam with his blood. But Dean is angel-touched, and when you reaffirmed your brotherhood, it met its match. Samuel, you have nothing to fear from those abilities. Your self remains your own. And now both of you share the power. It has grown quite nicely in Dean. Together, you are so much stronger.”
“So what, we go forth like righteous warriors and kick demon ass?” questioned Dean.
“Indeed,” Castiel replied.