Curiosity, for spn_summergen
Title: Curiosity
Recipient: spn_summergen
Rating: PG
Warnings: Demon possession, otherwise quite tame
Word Count: ~1,300
Author's Notes: For the Prompt: The family next door is curious about the strange bunker and the stranger people who frequent it. The teenaged kids sneak in. Disaster follows!
I'm not sure of the timeline of this, it's somewhere in the latter half of season eight, but I can't really pin it down beyond that.
Summary: He was going to find out what was going on in that bunker, don't think he wasn't! Of course, that was before Fred learned about his passenger...
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Fred Sterling was sure something was going on at the old field down the road. For longer than his parents could remember, the place had been deserted, but just this past year, though, an gorgeous old classic car had been seen parked in front of what looked like the doors to an old bunker. The first time he'd seen the car, some distant part of his mind had gotten very interested.
Fred had been very, very curious and had spent the entire summer watching for the owners of the car enter and leave the bunker (or whatever it was. Until he knew, he was calling it a bunker). It was two really big guys, who were younger than Fred's dad, but who reminded him of his older brother, a Marine.
Plus, Fred had seen a third guy, who was just weird. Who wore a trench coat like that in the summer?
Once, Fred had seen another car, but had only caught a glimpse of a woman with long red hair.
But today... Fred smiled as he watched the two tall men enter the bunker. Today, Fred was going to find out what was in the bunker. He had a plan, and a way in. He'd watched long enough to know the shorter guy always left the door open when he was working on the car. Occasionally, the taller man would join him, but not always.
Today, Fred watched as the shorter man set up, and then pushed himself underneath the old car.
The taller man was nowhere in sight, but that just meant that Fred would have to be careful once he entered the bunker.
Quietly, Fred slipped through the open door. He was almost immediately confronted with a balcony and stairs leading down into a richly decorated reading area.
He walked down the stairs, going as fast as he could while still being quiet.
The reading room- no, it was a full library- was empty. Almost everything in the room looked at least sixty years old, except for two modern laptops and a cell phone sitting on the table in the center of the room, and another computer set up with a pile of papers and other mess on a second table. He could see another room at the far end, and a hallway off to the side.
As much as Fred wanted to explore the library, he knew he needed to find out what these guys were doing, and why they'd chosen this place to do it in. Plus, he had to admit, he wanted to see if the rest of the place was a gorgeous as the library, and as old. And there was nowhere to hide in this big open room, either.
The hallway was a little disappointing- it reminded him a bit of his high school- but every room he peaked into had a lot of old stuff. Except for some modern touches like the laptops, everything was pretty old. Like, older than his Dad, old.
A few of the rooms were set up as bedrooms, and Fred didn't look too closely at those rooms, though he did admire the huge, brand new TV in one of them for a second.
Fred saw movement up ahead and ducked into the nearest room- a bathroom, as it turned out.
He hid in a stall, but the footsteps he could hear didn't enter the room. After a moment, whoever it was walked away.
Fred peaked out of the bathroom, and left when he saw the hall was empty.
For a moment, he considered leaving, but he wasn't done. There was still a lot more to explore.
He was pretty sure, however, that both the men were outside or in the library now, so Fred headed farther down the hall.
He looked into a room that appeared to be an archive, but didn't go in. This wasn't nearly as exciting as he expected. He'd hope to find something good, but this wasn't it. It was boring, is what it was.
Fred turned the corner, and as he passed one room, an arm shot out and pulled him in.
He cried out and tried to jerk away, but whoever was holding him wasn't letting go.
He was turned around, and his arms pinned to his side. "What are you doing here?" the hoarse, gravelly voice asked. He couldn't see his captor. Fred didn't say anything. His captor huffed in annoyance, and started to push him out of the room, never letting go of his arms. Fred didn't dare look backwards.
He was marched straight into the library, where both the taller men waited. Another man waited as well, a young Asian man only a year or two older than Fred.
"You were right, Dean," the man holding him said.
The shorter of the two older men nodded, eyes dark as he watched Fred. "So, why are you here? Crowley send you to spy on us?" he asked.
"Who?" Fred asked.
The man holding him whirled him around and shoved him into a chair in the center of the room. The chair rocked back as he did so.
A second later, Fred's body stood up on its own. "The Winchesters, the prophet, and the angel," his voice said. "No, actually, Crowley didn't send me, but he'll like to know that you're here. And it's really my host's fault. He wanted to know what was here. I... may have encouraged him a bit, but came here all on his own."
"Oh, you won't be telling Crowley anything," the man with the trench coat said.
Fred started to panic. His body was moving, and he was talking, but he didn't want to be.
The man in the trench coat approached him, and his body tried to back away, but it hit a wall.
"Oh, yeah, did we mention the devil's trap?" the tallest man said.
His voice started cursing.
"Cas, can you shut him up?" Dean asked.
The man in the trench coat- Cas- sighed. "I can," he said.
Suddenly, Fred's voice cut out.
"We can't just kill him," the Asian said. "His host is a neighbor, I've seen him in town."
"And we can't let him tell Crowley where we are," Dean said. "Sammy any ideas?"
"Not really," the tall man- Sammy, and wasn't that an odd name for a guy at least 6'4 and over 200 pounds of pure muscle- said. "Kevin, do you have any tricks?"
"Nope," the Asian man said. "But I thought I read that angels could kill demons without killing their hosts."
"We can," Cas said. "But I have not done it in... several years, in any case."
"Still," Kevin replied. "I think that's our best bet. And then make this guy forget about us."
"Getting ruthless there, Kevin," Sammy commented. "But he's right. This kid just happened to be in the wrong place, and if we can keep from killing him, we might as well."
Fred wanted nothing more than to shrink away as Cas approached him, but his body was trapped against a wall of air.
Cas placed his hand on Fred's forehead, and everything went black.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fred paled as he watched the black car drive away. For some reason, the man in the back seat scared him. He couldn't say way. He just knew that he was scary.
Fred hurried home. He had homework to do, and next year was college. He wanted out of this town- something about it just didn't feel like home any more.
Recipient: spn_summergen
Rating: PG
Warnings: Demon possession, otherwise quite tame
Word Count: ~1,300
Author's Notes: For the Prompt: The family next door is curious about the strange bunker and the stranger people who frequent it. The teenaged kids sneak in. Disaster follows!
I'm not sure of the timeline of this, it's somewhere in the latter half of season eight, but I can't really pin it down beyond that.
Summary: He was going to find out what was going on in that bunker, don't think he wasn't! Of course, that was before Fred learned about his passenger...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fred Sterling was sure something was going on at the old field down the road. For longer than his parents could remember, the place had been deserted, but just this past year, though, an gorgeous old classic car had been seen parked in front of what looked like the doors to an old bunker. The first time he'd seen the car, some distant part of his mind had gotten very interested.
Fred had been very, very curious and had spent the entire summer watching for the owners of the car enter and leave the bunker (or whatever it was. Until he knew, he was calling it a bunker). It was two really big guys, who were younger than Fred's dad, but who reminded him of his older brother, a Marine.
Plus, Fred had seen a third guy, who was just weird. Who wore a trench coat like that in the summer?
Once, Fred had seen another car, but had only caught a glimpse of a woman with long red hair.
But today... Fred smiled as he watched the two tall men enter the bunker. Today, Fred was going to find out what was in the bunker. He had a plan, and a way in. He'd watched long enough to know the shorter guy always left the door open when he was working on the car. Occasionally, the taller man would join him, but not always.
Today, Fred watched as the shorter man set up, and then pushed himself underneath the old car.
The taller man was nowhere in sight, but that just meant that Fred would have to be careful once he entered the bunker.
Quietly, Fred slipped through the open door. He was almost immediately confronted with a balcony and stairs leading down into a richly decorated reading area.
He walked down the stairs, going as fast as he could while still being quiet.
The reading room- no, it was a full library- was empty. Almost everything in the room looked at least sixty years old, except for two modern laptops and a cell phone sitting on the table in the center of the room, and another computer set up with a pile of papers and other mess on a second table. He could see another room at the far end, and a hallway off to the side.
As much as Fred wanted to explore the library, he knew he needed to find out what these guys were doing, and why they'd chosen this place to do it in. Plus, he had to admit, he wanted to see if the rest of the place was a gorgeous as the library, and as old. And there was nowhere to hide in this big open room, either.
The hallway was a little disappointing- it reminded him a bit of his high school- but every room he peaked into had a lot of old stuff. Except for some modern touches like the laptops, everything was pretty old. Like, older than his Dad, old.
A few of the rooms were set up as bedrooms, and Fred didn't look too closely at those rooms, though he did admire the huge, brand new TV in one of them for a second.
Fred saw movement up ahead and ducked into the nearest room- a bathroom, as it turned out.
He hid in a stall, but the footsteps he could hear didn't enter the room. After a moment, whoever it was walked away.
Fred peaked out of the bathroom, and left when he saw the hall was empty.
For a moment, he considered leaving, but he wasn't done. There was still a lot more to explore.
He was pretty sure, however, that both the men were outside or in the library now, so Fred headed farther down the hall.
He looked into a room that appeared to be an archive, but didn't go in. This wasn't nearly as exciting as he expected. He'd hope to find something good, but this wasn't it. It was boring, is what it was.
Fred turned the corner, and as he passed one room, an arm shot out and pulled him in.
He cried out and tried to jerk away, but whoever was holding him wasn't letting go.
He was turned around, and his arms pinned to his side. "What are you doing here?" the hoarse, gravelly voice asked. He couldn't see his captor. Fred didn't say anything. His captor huffed in annoyance, and started to push him out of the room, never letting go of his arms. Fred didn't dare look backwards.
He was marched straight into the library, where both the taller men waited. Another man waited as well, a young Asian man only a year or two older than Fred.
"You were right, Dean," the man holding him said.
The shorter of the two older men nodded, eyes dark as he watched Fred. "So, why are you here? Crowley send you to spy on us?" he asked.
"Who?" Fred asked.
The man holding him whirled him around and shoved him into a chair in the center of the room. The chair rocked back as he did so.
A second later, Fred's body stood up on its own. "The Winchesters, the prophet, and the angel," his voice said. "No, actually, Crowley didn't send me, but he'll like to know that you're here. And it's really my host's fault. He wanted to know what was here. I... may have encouraged him a bit, but came here all on his own."
"Oh, you won't be telling Crowley anything," the man with the trench coat said.
Fred started to panic. His body was moving, and he was talking, but he didn't want to be.
The man in the trench coat approached him, and his body tried to back away, but it hit a wall.
"Oh, yeah, did we mention the devil's trap?" the tallest man said.
His voice started cursing.
"Cas, can you shut him up?" Dean asked.
The man in the trench coat- Cas- sighed. "I can," he said.
Suddenly, Fred's voice cut out.
"We can't just kill him," the Asian said. "His host is a neighbor, I've seen him in town."
"And we can't let him tell Crowley where we are," Dean said. "Sammy any ideas?"
"Not really," the tall man- Sammy, and wasn't that an odd name for a guy at least 6'4 and over 200 pounds of pure muscle- said. "Kevin, do you have any tricks?"
"Nope," the Asian man said. "But I thought I read that angels could kill demons without killing their hosts."
"We can," Cas said. "But I have not done it in... several years, in any case."
"Still," Kevin replied. "I think that's our best bet. And then make this guy forget about us."
"Getting ruthless there, Kevin," Sammy commented. "But he's right. This kid just happened to be in the wrong place, and if we can keep from killing him, we might as well."
Fred wanted nothing more than to shrink away as Cas approached him, but his body was trapped against a wall of air.
Cas placed his hand on Fred's forehead, and everything went black.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fred paled as he watched the black car drive away. For some reason, the man in the back seat scared him. He couldn't say way. He just knew that he was scary.
Fred hurried home. He had homework to do, and next year was college. He wanted out of this town- something about it just didn't feel like home any more.