Disclaimer: Totally not mine, I in no way shape, form, mentally, physically or in any other 'ly' word own the following characters in the TV show Supernatural. Dean and Sam are in a class of their very own.
Summary: Dean's always taken care of Sam, watched out for him every since he was a baby. What happens when Dean's the one who needs help? What happens when its Sam looking out for his "pain-in-the-ass" big brother.
Quote: "I'm gonna take care of you. I've got you. That's my job right? Watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother?" - Dean Winchester
Above My Pay Grade
The witch had gotten lucky. After tracking her over six state lines spanning from Florida to Michigan Dean's growing sense of urgency to bust her increased. Sam was more reserved about his feelings.
Two weeks ago they'd been in Tampa, having caught a case from a local newspaper. There had been five victims so far, all men, all from the same part of the city in Tampa, and all going to the same gym. The gym was in fact the only thing the five victims shared, the gym and the same age range. They didn't share the same friends, girlfriends, sisters, cousins, roomates, or any other form of connection other than the gym. In fact, based on the video camera footage Sam had been able to pull under their FBI personas it didn't even appear that the victims knew each other.
It had been a cold cut and dry case, they'd found hex bags in the guys gym bags scrunched inside two pairs of socks. There was just one problem... the police had never found the bodies. Despite searching the victims homes and any other property between them not a trace of them remained. It was like they'd just dropped off the face of the earth and into oblivion.
Closing in on the witch had also been a problem. With only the hex bags and missing person reports to go on finding the witch had been a bit of a challenge. They'd cleared all members of the gym and the employees after two days, along with family members. Another thing that the victims had in common; they all led pretty solidarity lives, low risk, as Sam would say. Not much a chance of someone immediately noticing their absence, and if it was noticed quickly the sudden disappearance could easily be brushed off, school had just let out. All the missing men were of college age, they were probably out partying to celebrate spring break.
Everyone knew that things got hectic around that time of year, thousands of kids were being let out of school and everyone one of them was trying to get off of work for the weekend. If three or four were overlooked during this season no one would notice.
Sam had finally caught a break after he and Dean had staked the gym out for a week, a girl, no older than twenty had popped up. Quite literally out of nowhere just as Dean had been walking out at closing time, when even the employees had left. She'd hit him up, started talking, for all the world just another pretty college girl asking about gym memberships and trying to put up posters for the local pet adoption agency.
Dean had written her off. Just some college girl Sam should know about that, partying all night and cramming in the wee hours of the morning for exams.
Two hours later Dean had found a hex bag stuffed inside his gym bag pocket. There was no I told you so from Sam later, they'd been too busy trying to find the girl. Asking around the animal adoption agency for a dark haired girl about five foot four and handing out flyers.
Her name was Mave Brown. She was a nineteen year old who went to Florida Medical Training Institute, she lived alone, had one cat and judging from her apartment, and went through herbs like wildfire if one judged by the garden she kept...well everywhere. The apartment was like a jungle, plants that grew in shady places were everywhere; the kitchen, living room, bedroom, even the bathroom. Dean opened cupboards and found Oleander, Lily of the Valley (and not the aloe variety), Water Hemlock, and Foxglove. Sam darted a looked under two Weeping Willow trees in the back yard and found belladonna. This girl was armed to the gills, and that wasn't even including the multitude of bones they'd found in the cookie jar. Clearly Mave didn't normally have people over for company unless she wanted to accidentally poison someone.
Finally they'd gotten a hint of where she might be headed when Dean checked the answering machine. A woman had called Mave, asked if she'd finally met the two boys who had been looking for her, and if she was still coming home after her exams.
Finally after a week of nothing they'd hit a break, Sam had found out that home was in Detroit, Michigan and found in her computer records where Mave had booked reservations in Alabama for the night. She didn't even know they were coming, for all Mave knew her hex bag had already killed Dean and her five other victims. She had no idea what was coming.
They'd missed her in Alabama, gotten there too late, Mave had already checked out and was back on the road again.
Followed her to Kentucky where they'd gotten into a brief scuffle with a haunting that had literally fallen into their lap and Mave had gotten away by the time they'd burned the bones of an old man who'd been attacking a retirement home.
In Detroit everything came to a head. Sam had called an old friend in Detroit to give him a heads up about a witch in the area. He got voicemail, a call to Bobby later confirmed that Sam's friend was in Rhode Island on a case with Jo and Ellen.
They'd forfeited their element of surprise but still managed to corner the witch in Detroit. Her home had ended up being a cream colored two story, with buttercup yellow trim and a matching Chevelle parked out front in the center of Detroit of all places. The same place where houses were ten feet apart and five yards of grass outside the door was a lawn. Dogs barked and yipped in the neighbors house, and there was a child's bike outside of Mave's with streamers poking out from the handle bars and a wicker basket on the front.
Sam hoped she didn't have a child.
Where it had turned out Mave had had a surprise ready for them. A whole coven of witches and the demon controlling them and supplying them with their power. Some demon named Livius who had it in for Dean because he was Michael's vessel, and was unfortunately a bit more powerful than your average demon. As evidence showed when he slammed the two brothers against the wall when Dean broke through the door, and Sam's demon exorcising mojo just made him angry.
Livius was a child. Literally that son of a bitch was wearing a child as a meat suit. The boy couldn't have been more than eight years old, short with curly brown hair and innocent eyes. When they weren't marred by demon blackness. Every part of the boy was imminently wrong, from the childish lisp still in his voice, to the baby fat still obviously apparent in his face. This was a child, a child that was probably already dead and gone, with a demon wearing his body like clothes.
Livius was prideful. But despite his pride the demon liked his new students. Again that childish voice rang throughout the Detroit home,
"I want to watch." sickness curled inside of Sam, his eyes darting towards Dean's prone form where it was still pressed up against the wall.
"But don't kill him... not yet." the child-no demon added, his pitless black eyes stared hungrily at Dean waiting to see what his students would do.
Mave had smiled, it was unlike anything Sam had seen from the sweet college student who'd been handing out adoption flyers for abandoned puppies. It was a feral smile which exposed glistening teeth that were quite large for a human.
"Master, we've been attempting something... new on a few participants in the last few weeks. Might we try the same on him?" her gaze revealed a sadistic glint in Mave's eyes that was almost savage. Sam swallowed hard. Dean was responding to the situation with his usual vitriol, something that did little to help, and usually only made their captors angrier.
Livius seemed childishly amused, giggling at Deans foul mouth, and enthusiastically waving Mave and her coven sisters towards him.
Mave leaned up close to Dean, "I made a special bag for you." producing from her jacket pocket a hex bag, which she shoved into Dean's jeans front pocket. Returned to her sisters, fell to the floor Indian sitting style, joined hands, starting to speak softly in Latin. The chanting was soft so Sam was only able to catch words briefly,
"mutare se... corpus perdere... orbis terrarum... mens alteratio"
All three of the witches eyes burned black, the same color as Livius's and all three turned to stare at Dean, a horrible smile curling across their lips that was almost bloodthirsty. Livius laughed delightedly clapping his hands and exclaiming at their creativity, his words were mostly drowned out by a mixture of the wind picking up and tearing through the house.
The mini tornado of air tore through the living room sending the buttercup window curtains flying, extinguished the waxy candles that lit the room and plunged the six of them into utter darkness. Above the winds roaring, the witches chanting, and Livius's childish giggles Sam realized that everything outside the house was dead silent. Not even a whisper, much less shouts from the neighboring houses that couldn't have been more than fifty feet away for them to keep it down. As the witches last words were uttered and echoed throughout the house.
"Use scriptum est ut fiat! As it has been written, so let it be done.
AN- Hello my fellow homo sapiens sapiens, this idea has been floating around in my head for the last few days and I finally decided to put it all down on paper- er that is Microsoft Word Document online paper. I feel like this plot line might be over used and cliche but I've been unable to find one like this so I figured... write it. I also have a Harry Potter story up if your interested in that, it's just a few clicks away, and is being Betaed by the wonderful Elfsquire90.
Thank you to all of you who have read and reviewed, much love and much thanks :)
* Kasamira
