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304: Sin City

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Hear The Wind Blow, by wynefred Casey: "Don't be hopeful, Dean. You're not delivered. It's only the wind."
If You Lead, by monicawoe Casey: "I was ready to follow Sam."
The Maid's Day Off, by diany Dean: "Looks like the maid's day off."

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tahirire
Oct. 1st, 2011 12:26 pm (UTC)
Casey: "I was ready to follow Sam."
monicawoe
Jan. 22nd, 2012 10:48 pm (UTC)
If you Lead (part 1)

"So Sam, do you still think you made the right choice?" Lucifer asked.

Sam pulled his machete out of the Leviathan's neck and looked for Dean, he'd been right behind him when they'd been ambushed. He ran across the warehouse floor and rounded the corner, yelling "Dean!"

Lucifer was waiting for him at the end of the hall, leaning against the rear exit door. "I asked you a question, Sam."

"Kinda busy." Sam muttered under his breath. He pushed open the door and looked outside. There was something moving near their car of the week -- an old weather-beaten, dark red firebird. Sam ran towards it, dread filling his stomach with bile. He fell to his knees when he reached the car and grabbed his brother's shoulder, "Dean?"

Dean let out a low groan and tried to turn towards Sam. As he did, blood gushed out of his side. Dean pushed his shaking hand against his wound and said, "Hey, Sammy." He lifted his other arm up and pointed to his right. There was a headless corpse oozing black lying a few feet away.

Sam tore open the back door of the car and pulled out his duffle-bag. He dropped back down next to Dean, and grabbed a t-shirt and the first aid kit from his bag. He shoved the t-shirt against Dean's wound, and asked, "What happened?"

Lucifer laughed from behind him.

"Big-mouth shoved his hand into me. Didn't know they could do that." Dean coughed, and it sounded wet and wrong.

Sam pushed the shirt harder against Dean's side and fumbled with the first aid kit, trying to open it one-handed. "Neither did I. Well, hang in there, okay. I'll get a bandage on, and we'll get you to the nearest ER."

Dean nodded weakly, and then shook his head saying, "No, no -- they'll be there. They're everywhere here. Have to go further away."

Sam nodded and ripped open two large gauze square packets with his teeth. He lifted Dean's shirt up as carefully as he could and bit his lip when he saw the wound.

"You know Sam, if you'd played things a little differently, you wouldn't be in this mess right now." Lucifer said, as he sat down next to Dean and stuck his finger into Dean's wound.

Dean flinched, his eyes rolled back into his head and then fell shut.

"Shut up." Sam hissed. "And leave him alone."

Lucifer laughed, "I thought I wasn't real!"

"You're not, you're -- just go away." Sam tried to slow his breathing. His heart felt like it was pounding its way right out of his chest. Dean's bandages soaked through within seconds of being placed on his wound. Sam pulled out a new t-shirt and held it on top of the bandages.

"The thing is, Sam, it was supposed to be you -- from the very beginning. If you hadn't fought me every step of the way, your life could have been so much simpler."

Sam grabbed the roll of bandage tape from the first-aid kit and started wrapping the t-shirt and bandages to Dean's side. He pulled Dean away from the car as gently as he could and rolled the tape around him, once, twice and a third time. He put his other arm under Dean's legs and lifted him slowly off the ground.

"If you'd allied yourself with Azazel when he offered you his army...you and your brother would have had a very different life." Lucifer said. "He opened the passenger side door and sat down.

Sam laid Dean down on the backseat and closed the door, careful not to knock his feet. He was tempted to feel for a pulse, but too frightened at the thought of not finding one. He hurried to the driver's seat, put the key in the ignition and drove as quickly as he could without attracting attention.

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monicawoe
Oct. 1st, 2011 02:22 pm (UTC)
CASEY: You think humans have an exclusive on a higher power?

DEAN: You have a god?

CASEY: Sure. His name's Lucifer.

DEAN: You mean the devil?

CASEY: Your word, not ours. Lucifer actually means "light bringer." Look it up.
mamapranayama
Oct. 1st, 2011 02:27 pm (UTC)
Dean: "There's got to be a demon or two in South Beach."
wynefred
Oct. 23rd, 2011 10:33 pm (UTC)
Andy: God's not with us. Not anymore.
Fr. Gil: Andy, of course he is. Why would you say that? What's wrong?
Andy: He can't help us. And if he can... He won't.


Edited at 2011-10-23 10:35 pm (UTC)
wynefred
Oct. 23rd, 2011 10:36 pm (UTC)
Fr. Gil: Let's just say this used to be a town you could be proud of. People... cared about each other.
wynefred
Oct. 23rd, 2011 10:39 pm (UTC)
Richie: Oh, man. You should have seen the rack on this broad. Freakin' tragedy when I had to gank her.
Dean: Whoa, whoa. Wait. Who killed her? If I remember, your ass was toast until I showed up.
wynefred
Oct. 23rd, 2011 10:39 pm (UTC)
Dean: I told you then and I'll tell you again - you're not cut out for this job. You're gonna get yourself killed.
wynefred
Oct. 23rd, 2011 10:40 pm (UTC)
Richie: Honestly, she definitely had the devil in her, but she wasn't no demon, you know what I'm saying?
wynefred
Oct. 23rd, 2011 10:41 pm (UTC)
Fr. Gil: Knew you boys would find your way here. They all do.
wynefred
Oct. 23rd, 2011 11:29 pm (UTC)
Casey: Did I just see you strike out with a prostitute?
wynefred
Oct. 23rd, 2011 11:31 pm (UTC)
Dean: Looks like the maid's day off.
dianty
Jan. 25th, 2012 08:55 pm (UTC)
The Maid's Day Off
Drabble. Hopefully not too boring.


Dean paced on the carpet with his hands folded behind his back. “Looks like the maid's day off.”

Sam peered over the counter. He was on his hands and knees scrubbing the kitchenette floor. Furiously he replied, “Look I lost the bet ok. You don’t have to rub it in.” He’s face was bright red.

“Well, just don’t forget to wash the dishes, scrub the sinks, the bathroom floor. And, Oh, the toilet…with this…” There was a pause before Dean presented a blue and white toothbrush. He grinned.

“Now that’s gone too far. I won’t scrub the toilet with my toothbrush.” Sam was shocked Dean was really going to make him do that. He should’ve known better then betting his big brother that he could pick-up a girl faster then him. Sam knew better. How in the world could a twelve-year-old compete with a well-practiced Dean. He shook his head and went back to work on the floor.

Dean was grinning because at the gas station he’d purchased Sam a new toothbrush. He just liked giving the little guy a hard time.
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wynefred
Oct. 23rd, 2011 11:31 pm (UTC)
Dean: Yeah, but I got somebody coming for me, and,uh... he did pay attention in class.
Casey: Oh, right -- Sam. Everyone says he's the brains of the outfit.
wynefred
Oct. 23rd, 2011 11:33 pm (UTC)
Casey: All you got to do is nudge humans in the right direction. Some whiskey here, a hooker there, and they'll walk right into hell with big, fat smiles on their faces. Your kind is corrupt, Dean. Weak. Our will's stronger. That's why we'll win.
wynefred
Oct. 23rd, 2011 11:33 pm (UTC)
Casey: Don't be hopeful, Dean. You're not delivered. It's only the wind.

Edited at 2011-10-24 01:15 am (UTC)
wynefred
Oct. 27th, 2011 03:29 am (UTC)
Hear the Wind Blow - Part 1 of 4
Note: Responding to my own prompt here. It called to me. Nagged. Drove me friggin' nuts!
Summary: How do you fight what you can't see? This entire fic is just an excuse for a little hurt Dean.

Hear the Wind Blow
In autumn, in a tiny, blink-and-you'll-miss-it town in Western Kentucky, an alarming number of people started disappearing from public places. They would reappear in a different public area several days later, often looking like they'd been in a sandstorm with all their exposed skin covered in tiny abrasions. The few who'd been returned alive were severely dehydrated and malnourished, and none survived long enough to regain consciousness. All this happened without any of the witnesses actually seeing anything. Police suspected a serial killer. Sam and Dean knew better.

Research got them nowhere. None of their regular suspects fit the picture. There seemed to be no connection to the victims; they were all of different sexes, ages, weights, hair colors, occupations, hobbies, and anything else the brothers could think to check into. The locations also seemed to be totally random, ranging from stores, restaurants, and parking lots to schools, libraries, and parks. One woman was even taken while driving her three kids to school. Her vehicle coasted through a stop sign and into the side of a fully-loaded school bus. Fortunately, none of the children involved were injured. Unfortunately, none of the witnesses could provide any helpful information.

The latest vic had turned up the day before. A 17-year-old basketball player had been taken while showering in the locker room after the first game of the season, laughing with his teammates over their crushing victory. The boy had returned less than two days later, almost 24 hours earlier than most of the other victims. He had been barely alive when he appeared, naked and hypothermic in the middle of a group of pre-teens waiting in line to tour the town's scariest Halloween haunted house. He didn't even last long enough to survive the trip to the hospital.

Sam and Dean knew from the established pattern that another person would be taken at any time. The clock was ticking. They had to figure out what was taking the people in this small town and gank it... quickly. But no matter how much they stepped up their research, they couldn't find any clues. Even Bobby was at a loss.

Late one evening, after another frustrating day of interviews and dead ends, Sam and Dean stopped at the local diner for a bite. They were waiting to be seated, Sam still impeccably dressed in his suit and tie. Dean had already loosened his tie and slung his suit jacket over one shoulder. The brothers were arguing about their next step when the diner's door blew open, the brisk wind ruffling napkins and paper placemats as it rushed into the room. Sam breathed deeply, taking in the intoxicating scent of lilacs, and then... nothing. Several heartbeats later, he blinked in bemusement, feeling like he was waking from a trance. Dean was gone, his abandoned suit jacket the only proof that he'd even been there.

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wynefred
Oct. 23rd, 2011 11:34 pm (UTC)
Fr. Gil: You seem like a pretty smart kid. Somehow I see you out in front of the pack. You could do some great things.
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