Title: Stone Cold Crazy
Author: Disasteriffic Kaz
Info: A witch, a Basilisk and the Winchesters walk into an abandoned amusement park…it's either a bad joke or a recipe for disaster. Post 3x10 "DaLDoM" hurt/limp/awesome!Sam/Dean with a side of awesome!Bobby
Author's note: I promise…I swear…I WILL get to the abandoned amusement park one of these days but my Muse is just having so much fun teasing!
Do please Review once you've read. :D Every comment and vote of support helps keep me writing. Not to mention if I've pooched anything, someone can always tell me. :P
Beta'd by the always awesome JaniceC678 :D – Friend and Muse's co-conspirator.
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"He's alright, Dean," Bobby assured him. "Be good as new when he wakes up. Look like you need some sleep yourself." He patted Dean's shoulder and gave him a little shove. "Go on. I'll watch him."
"You've been up as long as I have." Dean shook his head.
"Yeah but I haven't been watchin' someone I love turn to stone in front of me," Bobby said softly with a look at Sam. "Big difference. Sleep already." He pushed again and smiled as Dean went over with a thump to the pillow.
"Not sleeping," Dean said firmly even as he rolled to his stomach and wrapped his arms around the pillow. "Just takin' a break."
"Uh huh." Bobby tugged the blanket out from under and tossed it over him as the first soft, muffled snort came out of the pillow and he chuckled fondly. He took off his cap and rubbed a hand through his hair as he went and sat in one of the chairs wearily. "I'm getting' too old for this shit."
CHAPTER 4
Sam woke with a start and jerked upright. "Shit!" He whipped the comforter aside to look at his leg and ran a hand over the small bandage on his thigh above his knee.
"Dude! My eyes!" Dean exclaimed as he came out of the bathroom.
"Huh?" Sam realized then he was naked beneath the blanket and jerked it back. "Crap." He blushed furiously as he covered himself. "Why the hell am I naked?"
Dean looked at Sam's red face and grinned. He looked good and his voice, though still hoarse, was much stronger. "You don't remember the stinky green bath?" He tossed his wet towel to his bed and yanked a t-shirt out of his bag, pulling it on. "Don't worry. Your virtue's intact. Bobby bandaged your leg while we were sleeping."
Sam groaned. "Give me my bag? I need clothes." He looked around the room as Dean tossed his bag to him. "Where's Bobby?"
"Getting lunch. We slept through breakfast." Dean smirked as Sam bent suddenly and sniffed loudly.
"Yech! What's that smell?" Sam grimaced at the odor coming from under the blanket.
"That would be you and the green gunk we dipped you in last night." Dean laughed when Sam reached between the beds and pulled his damp towel over.
"That is nasty." Sam pulled the towel under the blanket and got up, wrapping it around his waist. "I'm taking a shower."
"You need moral support?" Dean raised a brow and gave him an innocent smile. "You know, if you're still afraid of the water."
Sam scowled with a vague memory of trying to escape the tub last night. "Shut up." He took his bag into the bathroom with him and shut the door on Dean's laughter.
Dean chuckled and smiled as the room door opened and Bobby came in with a bag. "Please tell me you brought bacon."
Bobby rolled his eyes and set the bag on the table. "Boy, how long have I known you?"
Dean grinned and pulled the bag over, opening it. "He's up. Taking a shower to wash off the stink."
"How's he look?" Bobby glanced at the closed bathroom door as the water turned on and smiled when nothing else happened; no panic or hydrophobia.
"Good. Was walkin' fine too. Oh, baby." Dean pulled a burger out of the bag and sniffed at the wrapper and the blissful smell of bacon. "I love you, man."
"Well, that ain't creepy at all." Bobby laughed.
"I was talking to the burger." Dean grinned and unwrapped it, taking a bite before he drooled.
Bobby shook his head with a grin. It was a relief knowing both his boys were alright after the night before. He figured it'd be a long time before he forgot the sound of Sam's screams and the anguish on his face. He shook himself and sat across from Dean, pulling out his own burger.
Sam emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, dressed and feeling like himself. He smiled at his brother and Bobby sitting at the table with a pile of empty burger wrappers between them. "Did you bring me anything? I'm starving."
Bobby reached into the bag and pulled out two chicken wraps. "What am I, stupid"
"Thanks, Bobby." Sam grinned and took them. He sat on the end of Dean's bed and pulled open the first wrapper. His ordeal the night before had left him ravenous for a change. He took a bite and looked up. Sam froze with his mouthful and stared at his brother with wide eyes.
"Dude, what? I got something on my face?" Dean looked over to Bobby who shrugged. "Sam?"
Sam worked to swallow around the lump of guilt in his throat as he finally noticed the bruise shining high on Dean's left cheekbone. "I'm sorry, Dean."
"What for?" Dean stared at him and then put a hand up to his face. "Dude." He rolled his eyes and then glared at Sam. "This is not your fault. You know that. I sure as hell don't blame you."
Sam shook his head. He couldn't even remember doing it but he knew he had. "I should have been able to control myself better. I could have really hurt you guys."
"Sammy," Dean groaned. He got up and knelt in front of him. "You were turning to stone in front of me and the damn venom was driving the bus when we got you in the water. Stop blaming yourself for this, little brother or I will kick your ass." Dean smirked when Sam smiled and nodded. "How do you always drag me into these chick flick moments?"
"You secretly love them," Sam muttered. He grinned around his chicken wrap with his appetite restored while Dean growled and went back to his chair.
Bobby chuckled and pulled over the bucket he'd brought out of the bathroom and took two flasks out. "Here." He handed one to Dean. "More of the antidote. Good news is, once you've been cured, you're immune." He smiled at Sam's surprised face. "Basilisk could take a chunk outta you tonight and you'll be fine."
"What's the bad news?" Dean asked, knowing there was.
Bobby sighed and put his own flask in his pocket. "You can't take it before you've been bitten. It only works if the venom's already in your system, so you watch your ass tonight, son."
"Watch your own," Dean told him with a snort. "Or are you planning on some old-guy naptime while we go kill the monster?"
"Boy, you ain't too big for me to whoop your ass." Bobby threatened Dean's grinning face.
Sam laughed around his mouthful of chicken wrap. He swallowed it and sobered. "I still want to know why the basilisk came after us last night. Dean was right. It hasn't left the park before now, so why now?"
Bobby sat back. "Who knows you're here and askin' about the deaths?"
"Cops," Dean shrugged. "Oh, and your hottie from the occult store."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Dude, she's not my hottie. Grow up."
"What occult store?" Bobby sat forward, interested.
"Miss Margerie's House of the Occult," Sam said and smirked. "She's uh…she's cute. Gave me her card last night before we left the restaurant."
"Show it to me." Bobby said suddenly. "You put it in your pocket or your jacket?"
"Uh, jacket. Bobby, what's up?" Sam asked as Bobby pulled his jacket up from the floor and rifled through the pockets.
"Got a hunch." Bobby found a business card in the outside pocket. He looked at it, flipped it over and scowled. "Son of a bitch. See these?" He held the card out to Dean and pointed at several small spots on the back. "Those are scent-attract dots. They use 'em in snake traps." He handed the card back to Sam. "They don't last long, but they make for a powerful lure while they do."
"She baited me," Sam said softly.
"I did a little digging while you guys were asleep." Bobby sat back down and looked over at the angry glare on Dean's face as he stared at the card Sam held. "There was a witch in this area twenty some years ago. Group of Hunters came in and cleaned her out, but they found a friggin' zoo of the weird in her cellar." He shook his head. "She even had a manticore down there. Those things are worse than basilisks. Killed three of the guys before they managed to gank it."
"Ok, occult chick is definitely not old enough to the witch." Dean reached out and took the card from his brother. He pulled his zippo out and lit the card, letting it fall into the trash can. "If she's over twenty-two, I'd be surprised."
"Well, the witch had a family." Bobby shrugged. "Could be her granddaughter, and she inherited the basilisk from her. Only reason I can think of to bait Sam."
"Damn." Sam stood and grabbed the car keys. "Hang on." He went out to the Impala and took the bottle Margerie had given him out of the glove box. Sam went back in the room, closing the door, and handed it to Bobby. "Check that." He sat back down, rubbing at his thigh and caught the concerned look on his brother's face. "It's fine, Dean. Just sore."
Dean scowled but left it alone for the moment and turned to Bobby instead. "Well? She actually give him weasel stink?"
Bobby uncorked the bottle, sniffed and sighed. "It's water. She was on to you from the start."
"We've got a good eight hours until nightfall." Dean stood and looked down at his brother. "I say we go pay Blair Witch Project a visit."
Sam stood and Dean shoved him back down. "No way, dude. Stay."
"Dean, I'm fine." Sam stood anyway and growled in frustration when Dean shoved him back down.
"Maybe you forgot the part where you spent most of the night screaming and trying not to die, but I sure as hell haven't." Dean glared down at him. "Take a damn break. You think I can't tell when you're hiding a limp?"
Sam scowled. "It's a stupid cut, Dean. I am fine."
"Really?" Dean leaned down and clamped his hand over where he knew the wound was on Sam's thigh and squeezed. His brother's face paled instantly and broke out in a sweat. He let go and straightened, crossing his arms over his chest and smiled. "You're staying. Come on, Bobby."
Bobby let him walk past and then dropped a hand to Sam's shoulder. "Sorry, kid. He's right, though."
Sam waved a hand, still catching his breath and let them go. He massaged a hand lightly over the wound and groaned as the door shut. "Not…fair, Dean. Dammit." He rolled his eyes as spots of blood came up through his jeans. "Should have bandaged it."
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"Place doesn't look open," Bobby commented as they got out in front of the occult shop. There were no lights on inside that he could see, and the shades were pulled on all the windows. He looked down at the strangely dead garden lining the sidewalk. "Well, that used to be nightshade." He pointed. "Monksbane and, damn, that's Mandrake root."
Dean jogged up the steps and tried to the knob. The door swung open to the sound of the chimes hung above it. "I think we're expected." He pulled out his gun and eased inside with Bobby at his back. Sam had told him the shop was a cluttered mess, but now the shelves and walls were empty. The occasional bottle or book lay lonely on the shelves, but the shop had been cleaned out.
Bobby raised his own gun and nodded, going to the right while Dean headed left. "Must'a left in a hurry."
"She had to know I'd come looking for her after Sam…" Dean trailed off with a shiver. "Let's find this bitch." He moved deeper into the shop and ran a finger over the six and a half foot amethyst geode Sam had mentioned. Even in the dim light, the crystals still sparkled as he walked past. There were more empty shelves and tables. "Where the hell are the stairs?" The house had a second story, and he wanted a look before he wrote her off as gone. Bobby appeared around the corner ahead of him. "You see anything?"
Bobby looked over at him. "No; house is cl…"
"What? Bobby?"
"Dean! Drop!" Bobby raised his gun back up and fired.
Without hesitation, Dean threw himself to the floor as Bobby let off two rounds. He rolled to his back to see what he was shooting at and it took his brain a minute to catch up to what he was seeing. The geode was moving. The few shafts of light that came in around a nearby window glinted from the crystals and sent little rainbows to dance over the empty walls and shelves.
"What the hell is THAT?" Dean scrambled back along the floor to Bobby while the older men kept firing. Pieces of crystal broke off with each shot and clattered around the room as they fell, but otherwise, the shots seemed to have no effect on the thing.
"How the hell should I know?" Bobby took Dean's shoulder and pulled back as the base of the geode split in two and it took a step toward them. "That is just not right."
"Aw, I HATE witches!" Dean shouted. He unloaded a few useless shots that did nothing but break off a few more chunks and didn't slow its advance. "Ok, we need a better plan!" The geode shivered with a cracking sound and arms split from its body to reach for the men.
"Tactical retreat!" Bobby shoved Dean down the hall and out of sight of the thing as its heavy steps echoed on the floor boards.
"If you mean run, I'm behind that plan." Dean jogged down the hall and skidded to a stop in the kitchen. It was as emptied as the rest of the first floor. He grabbed the back door to wrench it open and stared in surprise when nothing happened. "No way."
"Anytime you wanna move your ass, princess." Bobby growled at him.
"The door won't open," Dean told him and stepped back, waving an arm at it for Bobby to try himself.
Bobby tried to open the door and then threw his shoulder into it, but it didn't so much as shiver in the frame. "Balls. Lockdown."
Dean nodded. "Wanna try the front?"
"We got a choice?" Bobby headed back the way he'd come at a run with Dean, trying to reach the front of the house. He rounded a corner and gave a surprised grunt of pain as a crystalline arm swept out and sent him flying.
"Bobby!" Dean slid to a stop and dropped to his back under the geode creature's arm. He kicked out at one of its legs. "Shit!" He yelled as the impact reverberated painfully back up his leg. Dean backpedaled on the floor as the geode loomed over him. "Bobby?"
Bobby groaned and rolled off the now-crumpled shelf that had broken his fall. "That hurt," he gasped. He wrapped both arms around his chest and sucked in a breath.
"Ok; you gotta get up now." Dean reached the older hunter and got a hand under his shoulder. "Come on." He heaved and pulled Bobby to his feet, took a step, and almost went back down as his foot protested being stood upon. "Ow. Dammit!"
"This is going well," Bobby said ruefully. He pulled Dean sharply aside to avoid a downswing of the geode's arm and covered his face as splinters flew from the crushed shelf.
Dean shook out his foot and looked around for any weapon that might actually work. "We need a damn axe!"
"Hammer and chisel." Bobby fell back as an amethyst fist shot out toward his head.
Dean picked up a heavy looking wood bench and swung it at the geode with all his strength. It slammed into the crystal, breaking chunks off to clatter over the floor and it rocked backward, almost toppling. Dean pulled the bench back and took another swing. The animated geode was ready for it, catching the bench against an arm and shattered it into chunks then carried through and slapped into Dean's stomach.
"Oof." Dean doubled over as all the air was knocked out of him and he saw black spots dance across his vision. He heard Bobby shout as his knees hit the floor and saw a glittering, amethyst foot stomp down in front of his face. 'This is gonna hurt' he thought and tried to throw himself to the side, out of its path.
"Hey, ugly!" Bobby took Dean's lead and grabbed another bench. He rammed it into the center of the geode, knocking it off balance slightly. "Come on, idjit. Get up!" He took the arm Dean held out and pulled him, trying to get him up, but they were both cradling bruised ribs now.
Dean gasped in a breath when his lungs finally let him and went weak at the knees, going down to one with Bobby at his back.
"Son, you gotta get up," Bobby bent over him and kept one eye on the geode. "We need to move. Now!"
Dean nodded. "Trying," He groaned and looked over as the floor vibrated again; the geode creature stomping closer, each step bouncing the wood floor and the shelves lying askew around them. He got one leg up with Bobby's help, started to pull the other under him and then there was an ominous crack. "B…Bobby?"
"Oh, shi…"
The floor gave way from under them with a sound like an explosion as the geode's weight crashed through. Dean and Bobby could do nothing as they tumbled down in a shower of wood and plaster but hope they didn't land on the creature at the bottom.
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To Be Continued…