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jebbypalTitle: Demons Versus Machines continued
Author:jebbypal
rating: everyone
summary: Apocalypse, Judgment Day, what's the difference?
A/N: Seriously, I'm stopping now. going to go and pack. No more of this till next week.
Previous parts here
Years of training, and more than a few years of almost terror, drive Dean up before he passes out again. Sam is already out again, so the decision that they’re sticking with this group of weirdos has been made by default. Still, discipline is discipline.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“Relax, kid. Nothing that will hurt anyone.” The girl puts out a hand and stops John from resisting when Dean pulls the bag of supplies away. He quickly takes stock of the salt that they have. It’s not going to be enough to cover all the thresholds. “I’ve got to go and get some more supplies. Think you can be useful while I’m gone.” He holds out one of the canisters of salt.
The girl takes it. “Windows, and doors.”
“Cameron –“
“He won’t leave his brother, John.”
“And he won’t go alone,” Sarah says from the house’s foyer.
“Your trust makes my chest all tingly. Wait, that’s the ribs. Never mind.” Dean counts it a win when Sarah rolls her eyes and stomps away to another room. “Guess you’re the adult supervision.”
“What are you waiting for, Winchester?” Dean bends down to the bag again to grab one of the guns that is loaded with silver. He wants to trust these people, but then again, they haven’t had a chance to test all of them. He should grab the thermos of holy water from the trunk – it’ll be the fastest way. Of course, that doesn’t negate the fact that he’s about to leave Sam alone in the house.
“I’ll watch him,” the girl says as she gets up to start on the living room. The way she says it, Dean believes her. It doesn’t stop chills from going down his back, but it’s enough to get him to follow Reese out of the house.
“How far is your car?”
“Couple of blocks.” Dean wishes that Sam was here to handle the interrogation in a more conversational tone. Oh well, Winchesters always make do. “Seems like you and the Miss Junior Blackbelt know all about me and my brother. Any chance for an even exchange?”
Reese matches Dean’s pace easily given the similarity in their height. “Looking for a place to crash, just like you.”
Dean snorts. “The bag your girl was carrying looked pretty heavy duty for the run of the mill foreclosure refugee.” By this time, they’ve reached the Impala. By unspoken agreement, Reese stands back away from the car, but still in a position to keep watch. Dean opens the trunk and the weapons compartment. More guns are probably overkill, but he slips a few rounds of normal bullets into one of the empty duffel bags in the trunk, along with several more containers of salt, a few silver knives, the thermos of holy water, and a couple of rosaries for good measure.
The way the day has gone, Dean shouldn’t be surprised to see Castiel in his full stalking glory when he shuts the trunk, but he’ll blame the concussion for the way Cas’s sudden appearance makes him jump.
The sudden movement attracts Reese’s attention. And gun sight.
“You were to meet me in Santa Clarita.”
“Jesus, Cas. I thought we agreed you’d call before you dropped in.”
“No, you said that I should. What is he doing here? He doesn’t belong.”
“Who’s your friend, Winchester?”
“The short answer is he is a friend so put your gun down. It’s not like you’ve given me life histories of everyone in that house,” Dean answers.
“No one in the house appeared out of thin air.”
“Fine, you tell me how a maybe eighteen-year old girl managed to knock my two hundred pound brother across the room like a sack of potatoes?”
“He doesn’t belong now,” Castiel repeats.
“Cas, cool it. Sam and I got pretty banged up so we’re staying the night. Santa Clarita can wait till tomorrow, right?” Castiel’s only answer is to disappear entirely. Great. He might have convinced Reese that Cas had been waiting in or by the car, but not now.
“I don’t remember you ever talking about a Cas.” The gun is now pointed in Dean’s direction, though its angling downwards.
“And I don’t remember ever talking to you, so I guess we can just call it a night.”
Reese looks like he wants to argue, but he finally lowers the gun all the way. He doesn’t put it away though, and he makes sure that Dean leads the way back to the house.
Sam’s awake when it happens. Or rather, when Castiel happens. One second, he’s groggily instructing Cameron on the best way to lay a line of salt, and the next he’s trying to convince three strangers not to fill an angel full of bullets.
Only without actually saying the word angel.
Probably the only reason they don’t shoot is that Castiel’s arm goes around him to support his weight when Sam makes the bad choice of standing up to get his point across. That probably doesn’t help – when his eyes focus, he can see that Cameron is already maneuvering for the best angle.
“Stop, just stop. He’s a friend and he won’t hurt you.”
“None of them belong now, Sam Winchester.”
“Cas, you’re not helping,” Sam says as he pushes him so that Sam blocks his body a little more. Not that he’s really worried about the bullets reaching Cas, but well, he’s concussed, he decides. Fortunately Dean arrives.
Or unfortunately, since all it means is that there’s another gun pointed in the direction of Castiel. A direction that Sam is inhabiting.
“Cas, for the last time, use the doors when we have company.” Dean’s voice is tight, and judging from Reese’s reaction, Sam guesses that Cas had already made an appearance tonight.
“Someone had better start talking fast,” Sarah instructs.
“Yeah, because you have done so much of that yourself. Fine, you want to hear it, he’s an angel of the lord. One who has been helping my brother and I try to stop the apocalypse.”
They take it better than Sam expected. At least, no one directly laughed in their faces.
“That’s the best you can do?”
“They don’t belong now, Dean.”
Sam decides he needs to talk to Dean abut glaring at angels of the lord. If they don’t smite him for it, he’s likely to give himself an aneurysm.
“Fine, They don’t belong now. I need a little more than that, Cas, like what side they’re on, where they do belong, something.”
“Future and the past, but not now.”
Reese doesn’t put his gun down, but he starts to walk closer. Dean moves to block him, but Cameron is suddenly there and Reese continues across the room unimpeded. “Are you with Skynet? Is this some sort of new tech?”
Sam starts to try to explain, but Castiel speaks first. “Skynet is not now. If we fail, it never will be.”
“So they are on Skynet’s side?” John asks.
“No, just everyone be quiet,” Sam yells. “We – my brother and I – have no clue what this Skynet is. Castiel, I said shut up,” Sam insists when he feels that the angel is about to interrupt. “It may be hard for you to believe, but Dean’s telling the truth. Angels, demons, ghosts, it’s all real, and we’re trying to stop the apocalypse.” He leaves out the fact that they actually started it.
Reese looks like he’s been sucker punched, and Sarah is still looking for what angle they are working. “Cas, time to leave. We’ll handle it,” Dean says.
“But they-“
“We know,” Sam interrupts. “They don’t belong. We’ll handle it. Now please get out of here before you get us shot by ordinary humans.”
Of course, the guns don’t go down just because the angel is gone.
TBC
Author:
jebbypalrating: everyone
summary: Apocalypse, Judgment Day, what's the difference?
A/N: Seriously, I'm stopping now. going to go and pack. No more of this till next week.
Previous parts here
Years of training, and more than a few years of almost terror, drive Dean up before he passes out again. Sam is already out again, so the decision that they’re sticking with this group of weirdos has been made by default. Still, discipline is discipline.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“Relax, kid. Nothing that will hurt anyone.” The girl puts out a hand and stops John from resisting when Dean pulls the bag of supplies away. He quickly takes stock of the salt that they have. It’s not going to be enough to cover all the thresholds. “I’ve got to go and get some more supplies. Think you can be useful while I’m gone.” He holds out one of the canisters of salt.
The girl takes it. “Windows, and doors.”
“Cameron –“
“He won’t leave his brother, John.”
“And he won’t go alone,” Sarah says from the house’s foyer.
“Your trust makes my chest all tingly. Wait, that’s the ribs. Never mind.” Dean counts it a win when Sarah rolls her eyes and stomps away to another room. “Guess you’re the adult supervision.”
“What are you waiting for, Winchester?” Dean bends down to the bag again to grab one of the guns that is loaded with silver. He wants to trust these people, but then again, they haven’t had a chance to test all of them. He should grab the thermos of holy water from the trunk – it’ll be the fastest way. Of course, that doesn’t negate the fact that he’s about to leave Sam alone in the house.
“I’ll watch him,” the girl says as she gets up to start on the living room. The way she says it, Dean believes her. It doesn’t stop chills from going down his back, but it’s enough to get him to follow Reese out of the house.
“How far is your car?”
“Couple of blocks.” Dean wishes that Sam was here to handle the interrogation in a more conversational tone. Oh well, Winchesters always make do. “Seems like you and the Miss Junior Blackbelt know all about me and my brother. Any chance for an even exchange?”
Reese matches Dean’s pace easily given the similarity in their height. “Looking for a place to crash, just like you.”
Dean snorts. “The bag your girl was carrying looked pretty heavy duty for the run of the mill foreclosure refugee.” By this time, they’ve reached the Impala. By unspoken agreement, Reese stands back away from the car, but still in a position to keep watch. Dean opens the trunk and the weapons compartment. More guns are probably overkill, but he slips a few rounds of normal bullets into one of the empty duffel bags in the trunk, along with several more containers of salt, a few silver knives, the thermos of holy water, and a couple of rosaries for good measure.
The way the day has gone, Dean shouldn’t be surprised to see Castiel in his full stalking glory when he shuts the trunk, but he’ll blame the concussion for the way Cas’s sudden appearance makes him jump.
The sudden movement attracts Reese’s attention. And gun sight.
“You were to meet me in Santa Clarita.”
“Jesus, Cas. I thought we agreed you’d call before you dropped in.”
“No, you said that I should. What is he doing here? He doesn’t belong.”
“Who’s your friend, Winchester?”
“The short answer is he is a friend so put your gun down. It’s not like you’ve given me life histories of everyone in that house,” Dean answers.
“No one in the house appeared out of thin air.”
“Fine, you tell me how a maybe eighteen-year old girl managed to knock my two hundred pound brother across the room like a sack of potatoes?”
“He doesn’t belong now,” Castiel repeats.
“Cas, cool it. Sam and I got pretty banged up so we’re staying the night. Santa Clarita can wait till tomorrow, right?” Castiel’s only answer is to disappear entirely. Great. He might have convinced Reese that Cas had been waiting in or by the car, but not now.
“I don’t remember you ever talking about a Cas.” The gun is now pointed in Dean’s direction, though its angling downwards.
“And I don’t remember ever talking to you, so I guess we can just call it a night.”
Reese looks like he wants to argue, but he finally lowers the gun all the way. He doesn’t put it away though, and he makes sure that Dean leads the way back to the house.
Sam’s awake when it happens. Or rather, when Castiel happens. One second, he’s groggily instructing Cameron on the best way to lay a line of salt, and the next he’s trying to convince three strangers not to fill an angel full of bullets.
Only without actually saying the word angel.
Probably the only reason they don’t shoot is that Castiel’s arm goes around him to support his weight when Sam makes the bad choice of standing up to get his point across. That probably doesn’t help – when his eyes focus, he can see that Cameron is already maneuvering for the best angle.
“Stop, just stop. He’s a friend and he won’t hurt you.”
“None of them belong now, Sam Winchester.”
“Cas, you’re not helping,” Sam says as he pushes him so that Sam blocks his body a little more. Not that he’s really worried about the bullets reaching Cas, but well, he’s concussed, he decides. Fortunately Dean arrives.
Or unfortunately, since all it means is that there’s another gun pointed in the direction of Castiel. A direction that Sam is inhabiting.
“Cas, for the last time, use the doors when we have company.” Dean’s voice is tight, and judging from Reese’s reaction, Sam guesses that Cas had already made an appearance tonight.
“Someone had better start talking fast,” Sarah instructs.
“Yeah, because you have done so much of that yourself. Fine, you want to hear it, he’s an angel of the lord. One who has been helping my brother and I try to stop the apocalypse.”
They take it better than Sam expected. At least, no one directly laughed in their faces.
“That’s the best you can do?”
“They don’t belong now, Dean.”
Sam decides he needs to talk to Dean abut glaring at angels of the lord. If they don’t smite him for it, he’s likely to give himself an aneurysm.
“Fine, They don’t belong now. I need a little more than that, Cas, like what side they’re on, where they do belong, something.”
“Future and the past, but not now.”
Reese doesn’t put his gun down, but he starts to walk closer. Dean moves to block him, but Cameron is suddenly there and Reese continues across the room unimpeded. “Are you with Skynet? Is this some sort of new tech?”
Sam starts to try to explain, but Castiel speaks first. “Skynet is not now. If we fail, it never will be.”
“So they are on Skynet’s side?” John asks.
“No, just everyone be quiet,” Sam yells. “We – my brother and I – have no clue what this Skynet is. Castiel, I said shut up,” Sam insists when he feels that the angel is about to interrupt. “It may be hard for you to believe, but Dean’s telling the truth. Angels, demons, ghosts, it’s all real, and we’re trying to stop the apocalypse.” He leaves out the fact that they actually started it.
Reese looks like he’s been sucker punched, and Sarah is still looking for what angle they are working. “Cas, time to leave. We’ll handle it,” Dean says.
“But they-“
“We know,” Sam interrupts. “They don’t belong. We’ll handle it. Now please get out of here before you get us shot by ordinary humans.”
Of course, the guns don’t go down just because the angel is gone.
TBC
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Date: 2010-01-09 05:40 pm (UTC)I know you're sick (get better soon!) so I won't, you know, demand more of MY fic (goooood, ninja bunnies, goooood), but I will sit here. Staring at you. Lower lip possibly trembling.
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Date: 2010-01-09 05:44 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it :) Even if it is for a season you aren't familiar with. :)
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Date: 2010-01-09 10:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-10 01:56 pm (UTC)