Born Under a Bad Sign
Disclaimer: I do not own Sam or Dean or any other characters from this amazing show. They belong to Eric Kripke. But I do own Kasey Daley Mueller. And in my mind she is played by Gemma Arterton with burgundy hair. Thank you!
Authors Note: This chapter is set in the second season when the brothers are trying to figure out what's wrong with Sam and his visions and all. I wanted to show Kasey's role in this. It's a fun chapter! Hope you enjoy! And don't forget to review.
Kasey
This was perfect. The car that I was driving had to break down here, in the middle of nowhere. At 2 in the morning. I would have started walking if it weren't for the eight year old girl sleeping in the backseat. We were 20 minutes away from Bobby's and I debated whether to risk a little and wake the girl up and ask her to follow me in pitch darkness or risk a lot more and call Bobby for help. He would surely kill me through phone. I tried to move my dislocated left shoulder and gasped when the pain hit me sharply.
Please be in a good mood, please be in a good mood...
"Whoever the hell this is, it better be important." Bobby's voice cracked through my phone.
"Bobby it's me. I need a favor." I said not knowing what to except next.
"Who's me?" I heard him frown. Come on. There was no way he couldn't place my now faint English accent.
"Kasey." I sensed the uncomfortable pause.
"What do you want." Bobby said, his voice going cold.
"My car broke down. I'm twenty minutes to your north near the bridge...could you-"
"No I couldn't. Start walking, you'll find a motel before an hour." Bobby's voice lost volume and I knew he would hand up if I didn't come up with something.
"Hey wait! Lee Chambers' daughter is asleep in my backseat Bobby. I'm asking this for her." I breathed. Would it be enough?
"Krissy?" Bobby asked, the coldness wearing off a bit.
"Yes. Lee told me to drop her at your place. He'll pick her up tomorrow morning." I explained innocently. I heard Bobby sigh and smiled. The old man had soft spots for kids, clearly.
"I'm coming." He muttered. " For the girl." He added to make his point.
"Of course. Thanks." I said before hanging up and waiting for one of Bobby's cars to show up.
Within the next half an hour, we were on our way to The Singer Salvage yard. Krissy was a sound sleeper. She hadn't even frowned when Bobby carried her into his car. I was just glad that we didn't have to handle a frantic girl who would inevitably ask for her father.
"I'm sorry for you know..." Bobby said slowly. " Earlier."
I held back a startled scoff. What? " What? I don't know Bobby...It's alright I guess.." I said smiling to myself, staring away at the passing wilderness.
"Whatever twisted thing went down that day in the hospital...something tells me it was all John's thinking and deciding. It was his game, wasn't it?" Bobby asked, his eyes not leaving the road.
I didn't answer for a while. "He didn't force me. He just asked me to trust him." I faced Bobby. " And I did. He said it was better like this for everyone. For me, for him, the boys and the world. It wasn't like I had to make a hard decision. The choice was clear."
Bobby scowled at me and I returned it in confusion.
"What" I asked.
"Do you think the world is blind girl? I mean the way you look at Dean when he's around...any lifeless fat book in my library could point out you've got the hots for him. And I know for a fact that the feeling was mutual for you guys before you decided to drop a bomb on it. " Bobby said pointedly and shook his head at himself.
"What? Shut up." I scoffed but immediately faced away. I was pretty damn sure my pale cheeks would give it all away. And this was Bobby. He was the smartest alcoholic old man she'd ever known.
"Yeah. Shutting up. That's always kinda been my thing-"
"Bobby what do you think about angels?" I asked, cutting him in between, dying to change the subject however possible.
"Excuse me?"
"Angels. You know like the opposite of demons."
Bobby glanced at me a few times like I had lost my mind.
"Excuse me?" He made a dirty face.
"You heard me" I rolled my eyes.
"I'm sorry but I can't help asking what on earth makes you think there could be something like that?"
"Well there are demons for starters. There are good people and bad people. There's night and day...what if there are good powerful guys-"
"Whoa stop there, Jamie Sullivan" Bobby glared at me. "Don't you think all that's a little too good to be true?"
I didn't know what to say. Why was everyone so optimistic about it? I didn't even know if John meant literal haloed, winged angels or just real good people.
Nobody spoke for the rest of the ride. When we reached his old place, Bobby carefully carried Krissy to one of his spare rooms and laid her gently on the bed.
"So how do you know Lee Chambers? I questioned as they walked back to the shabby living room.
"It's a long story...He came here three years ago, his wife's blood still on his shirt, asking how he could kill a particular werewolf." Bobby poured himself a drink. I ignored my heavy eyelids. IT was now near to 5 and the sky was lightening up a little.
Just then, a phone rang from Bobby's kitchen. I knew that was where he kept his zillion phones with the name of officials posted across each one of them to cover up for hunters . A call at this time meant business. Bobby immediately got off his chair and rushed to the kitchen. But then the ringing stopped abruptly.
He stood there waiting for the ring to return but it never did.
"Maybe whoever that was changed their mind." I gave the more positive explanation. Both of us knew what the other one meant.
"Well...in this line of job, no one can be sure.." Bobby sighed and walked back to the hall. "Why don't you go get some –"
Bobby was interrupted by a few knocks on the door. We exchanged weary glances. So far the events were spooky. The old man slowly walked to the door, avoiding creaks on the wooden floor. He peeped through the eye hole and his expression told me the visitor was unexpected.
Bobby turned his head to me and frowned. "It's Sam" He mouthed.
My mouth hung open. The brothers were here? Damn, this was so not good timing. I was NOT ready to deal with Dean now. I debated whether to disappear in one of the rooms and stay there until they were gone but it wasn't that simple. The boys usually stayed in a couple days whenever they visited. I had to freaking think fast. I could get out now from the window...
"Sam" Bobby laughed happily.
"Hey Bobby" I heard Sam's voice.
"It's been a while" Bobby said and Sam chuckled. Wasn't Dean with him? That's weird.
"Come on in." Bobby said and I braced to face the younger, taller Winchester.
Sam walked in and stopped when he saw me. A grin formed on his face. He raised an eyebrow and let out a laugh.
"Kasey." He acknowledged and I smiled. Since when did Sam start getting happy seeing me? I mean, he surely wasn't as pissed as Dean but still Sam and I weren't exactly on friend terms. Not completely anyway.
"Uhhh...she just came here to drop off one of the hunters' kid. She was on her way out..." Bobby informed me. Ouch. Come on, what else was I expecting. It was important for Bobby to let the brothers know he had nothing to do with me.
"No no...it's cool. She can stay.." Sam smiled doing a little movement with his jaw. Which was not Sam like.
"So what brings you?" Bobby asked.
Sam shrugged. "Working a job nearby and I thought I'd stop in to say hey."
Bobby nodded and walked over to the table. "Where's Dean?"
Sam smirked and glanced at me. He kept looking, a little longer than normal and I frowned.
"Holed up somewhere with a girl and a 12 pack.." He said enjoying the change in my expression probably. I didn't know whether to gulp down the hurt or be suspicious about Sam's behaviour
"Huh. Is she pretty?" Bobby asked, just to keep the conversation going I assumed.
"You ask me, he's in way over his head" Sam replied walking over to the adjacent library as Bobby pulled out two bottles. The old guy was pouring something into Sam's drink and that gained back my attention. Bobby emptied the clear liquid from the glass into the bottle. He looked up to my confused self.
"Don't tell me you don't think something's not right." Bobby whispered and I immediately knew that was holy water he had just poured. I nodded and stood up, prepared.
Sam walked back in and Bobby handed him the bottle.
"Well, it's good to see you. To John" Bobby smiled sombrely.
Sam smiled and paused before saying "To dad."
Sam gulped in the holy water and alcohol. And as expected, he doubled over, coughing and hissing, smoke emanating from his mouth. He fell to the ground, groaning in pain.
"What'd you do?" He growled angrily.
Bobby stood over him like boss. "Holy water in your beer. Sam would never have noticed. But then, you are not Sam are you?"
Sam looked at Bobby with malice.
"Don't try to con a con man" Bobby added before punching Sam unconscious.
I helped Bobby tie Sam up in a chair, inside a devil's trap. We had to find out which son of a bitch had possessed Sam's body.
The door bell rang and this time I knew who it was.
"Where is he" Dean's voice showed concern and urgency.
I felt sorry for my fate to be dealing with not one but two rushed Winchesters, one possessed, one pissed. I heard Dean's footsteps stop right behind me.
"What the- Do you want to explain this Bobby?" Dean asked Bobby angrily. "Don't tell me you've been working with her"
"You have a possessed brother to take care of. Why don't you head there first?" I snapped.
Dean glared at me with all the hatred on the world and I held myself from wincing.
"Just get out. We don't need you here." Dean said curtly and walked over to a bound Sam. He slapped his younger brother hard.
"Hey!"
The demon groaned and opened it's eyes, smiling at the devil's trap above.
"Dean." It panted. "Back from the dead."
"Getting to be a regular thing for you isn't it?" It smiled. "Like a cockroach"
"How about I smack that smart-ass out of your mouth"
"Oh, careful now" The demon warned dramatically. "Wouldn't wanna bruise this fine packing."
"Don't worry. This isn't gonna hurt Sam." Dean turned back and grabbed the bucket full of holy water from Bobby. " You on the other hand-" He emptied it over Sam and the water hissed through the demon's soul.
"Feel like talking now?" Dean raised his voice.
"Sam's still my meat puppet" The demon said through gritted teeth. "I'll make him bite off his tongue."
"No, you won't be in him long enough" Dean declared. "Bobby." He signed for Bobby to start the exorcism.
Bobby started the Latin verses and the demon started getting restless. Dean leaned in to face the demon in the eye.
"See, whatever bitch-boy master plan you demons are cooking up-"
"Aaaaah" it screamed.
"-you're not getting Sam. You understand me?"
"Because I'm gonna kill every one of you first." Dean continued as the demon writhed in pain.
But suddenly Sam's laughter filled the place. Bobby stopped reading and looked in shock. This long into the exorcism should have expelled whatever demon it was by now.
Dean glanced at me and Bobby, frowning as Sam continued his laugh. What was going on? My mind raced through the possibilities. An exorcism on a normal possession would make the demon's soul burn from the deepest core and surely didn't make the demon laugh like this.
"You really think that's what this is about?" The demon recovered. "The master plan?"
"I don't give a rat's. Ass. About the master plan." It hissed.
Dean motioned Bobby to continue and he did but Sam only smiled.
"Oops. Doesn't seem to be working." The demon said. "See I learned a few new tricks."
It started chanting something in Latin. The fireplace burst into flames and the whole room shook. The books fell from their shelves and glass shattered.
"This isn't going on like I pictured...what's going on Bobby?" Dean yelled over the noise.
Then a thought struck me. I rushed over to Sam and ripped open his shirt. Demons could get locked inside a host with a binding link. They were powerful locks and no exorcism could expel it out till the lock was destroyed. I scoured Sam's gigantic body for any sign of the link. But soon I felt an a hand grab my arm and yank me away from Sam.
"What are you doing?" Dean shook me.
I pushed him away angrily. There was no time for drama. "I'm looking for a binding link. It's marked on the body of the host and locks the demon in. You could help me" I spat and went back to looking.
And then I found it. A circle and line passing halfway through it like a capital Q was scorched into Sam's skin on his arm.
"What the hell do we do?" Dean yelled.
"I don't know.." I said and forced myself to think more.
The demon screamed and the ceiling developed a crack. The crack passed through the devil's trap and we all knew it was broken.
The room stopped shaking and Sam's eyes turned pitch black.
"There. That's much better." Sam flicked his head and sent Bobby flying across the room. We looked in shock as Bobby dropped down, passed out.
Next was me and Dean's turn. I felt the shelf hit my head hard and fell on the glass shards. The demon screamed and broke free the ropes that we had tied it with, easily.
Sam stood in his full height and walked over to Dean who was on the floor now. No, I had to do something. Now that the demon's attention was fully on Dean I could get to something and mar the symbol on Sam's hand.
"You know when people want to describe the worst thing possible?" Sam knelt besides Dean. "They say it's like hell" The demon whispered before grabbing Dean's jacket and landing a hard punch on Dean's face.
"Well there's a reason for that." The demon grabbed Dean again. "Hell is like a..." It tried to explain but not before another gut wrenching punch.
"It's like hell. Even for demons." Sam's main voice spoke over Dean's painful grunt. Another punch.
"It's a prison made of bone and flesh and blood and fear" It spat and punched again. Sam then grabbed Dean by the hair, bringing his face closer.
"And you sent me back there..." It whispered.
Okay wait. So this was...
"Meg" Dean whispered, a smile forming. I couldn't believe this man. He HAD to be a smart ass even with 20 broken facial bones.
"No. Not anymore. Now I'm Sam." Meg said and gave another punch. Dean coughed back blood and sobbed and I found a rod. Perfect. I dragged my broken leg silently to the fireplace and started heating the metal.
"By the way.." I saw Sam grip Dean's shoulder and Dean screamed in agony. No no no...
"I saw your dad there...He says howdy." Sam said and Dean groaned louder.
"All that I had to hold on to was that I would climb out one day, and then I was gonna torture you...nice and slow like pulling the wings off an insect. But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you do to yourself isn't it?"
"I can see it in your eyes Dean...you're worthless" The bitch ranted. I just had to make sure the rod was heated enough.
"You couldn't save your dad...and deep down, you know you can't save your brother." Sam lifted his hand again for blow and I ran with the rod.
"Get off him bitch!" I used all my force to push Sam's giant form away from Dean. I knew I had to do something fast because physique wise I stood no chance against Sam. I tried to plunge the rod onto the lock on his arm but Meg was too fast. She smacked the side of my face, sending me down instantly.
"Oh...I almost forgot about this little whore." Meg walked towards me and gripped my throat tight. The air circulation was cut immediately and my hands tried to yank Sam's strong palm away. From the corner of my eye I saw Bobby's leg. There was a gun under his jeans, I was sure of it. I inched my hand closer to him, not to warn Meg. The bullets would be useless but I could use the hilt.
The moment my hand grabbed the gun, I let the hard material hit Sam's head. Meg backed off a little and it gave me enough time to stumble away from her. I pointed the gun at her in defense and slowly walked backwards to where the rod lay.
"Yeah go ahead, shoot me." Meg leered. "You know very well Sammy's gonna go dark side, you might as well kill him now."
I frowned not knowing what the bitch was talking about. I glanced at Dean who now stood painfully. Even he was alert now, waiting for any more information about his little brother. But I could swear to god right now I didn't know anything about Sam's destiny.
"You believe in destinies right Kasey? Well Sam's destiny is already written. So here's your one chance to change it." Meg said proudly, intimidating me.
I would never hurt Sam in a million years. This destiny thing was new to me and I was far from actually believing it. But right now I had only two concerns: to burn that goddamn lock on Sam's arm and to explain my heart out to Dean, who was looking at me with a strange cold stare, that I really had no clue what she was saying.
Then like an angel, Bobby appeared from behind Sam, the red hot rod in his hand. He mouthed a hush and motioned me to strike along with him, on his count.
One, two, three.
I used my elbow to hit Sam's chest hard and he fell back, and before Meg could understand what was happening, Bobby grabbed Sam's arm and placed the hot metal right on the lock, scorching the skin.
Sam screamed in pain and the next moment, black smoke rushed out of his mouth, escaping through the ceiling. Sam collapsed on the floor and gasped back to consciousness.
"Sammy?" Dean rushed to his side, still wary whether it was his brother or not.
Sam's dazed and incredulous expression said it all. He looked around at the damage done and then at all our faces.
"Uhhh did I miss anything?" He said in the most adorable way. I smiled in relief but Dean had a different reaction. He gave a satisfying return punch to a horrified Sam's face before laying back on the floor, groaning in pain.
The next two hours were spent helping Bobby clean up the mess. I was surprised Dean hadn't questioned me even once about Meg's rant. He ignored me like I didn't exist and here I was, already preparing my trust-me-Dean-I-don't-know-anything speech. Once the condition of the room wasn't unbearable, we sat down. Dean kept soothing his facial wounds with the hot water bag Bobby gave and Sam sat dejected, analyzing the damage he had done to his brother's face.
"You really look like crap, Dean." He mumbled.
Dean stopped and looked up at Sam. "Yeah, right back at you."
Okay, now this was getting a bit unbearable for me. Dean couldn't possible hate me more than he wanted to know about his brother and the stupid destiny. I didn't mind the guy shouting abuses at me telling me how much I suck but this ignore game was something I definitely couldn't handle.
"Kase, what did Meg mean ?" Sam came to my rescue as usual. "You know when she was talking about me?"
Dean didn't even look in my direction like he didn't even care and I felt the lump in my throat growing bigger.
"I don't know Sam." I said honestly, badly wanting to add more convincing words now that I had the chance. But the circumstance left me dumb. I couldn't scream I wasn't lying unless someone told me I was lying now, could I? I wanted Dean to yank me by my jacket and ask me to spit out the truth. And I would push him back roughly, saying this WAS the truth and him refusing to believe me...well that was how I had wanted things to go.
Instead I heard a cold chuckle. "Come on Sammy, you really think she'll tell you all that? She's got a boss to answer to. "
Dean's words felt like sharp glass pieces scraping my eardrums. Out of all the things I hated in the world, indirect taunts were in the top three. And indirect taunts coming from Dean Winchester was number one.
"Quit the bitch act Dean. Man up and ask me what you want to ask." I snapped making him look towards for the first time in two hours.
"Alright." Dean pursed his lips, straightening in his chair. "I man up and ask you. What did Meg say about Sam and his destiny or fate or whatever Kasey?"
That was the first time he had taken her name in a long time and Kasey marked this as her personal milestone.
"I don't know Dean. Because I don't work for yellow-eyes or Meg or any of the bad guys, you see?" I rolled my eyes.
"Here we go again." Dean muttered and that angered me.
"It's the truth! I have NO idea why Meg would say something like that. She lied that I knew something about Sam. How could she? Oh wait, right, she is a DEMON" I rolled my eyes in exasperation. "Demons LIE."
"Why would Meg lie?" Dean frowned.
"Don't you see? Maybe she WANTED us to get into a fight like this."
"That's too smart for Meg." Dean brushed that angle off. "Whereas for YOU, coming up with such a theory, isn't smart enough."
What was I doing? No really, what the hell was I doing? Wasn't this the whole point? I had to let Dean hate me. John's words still rang in my mind. I had to MAKE Dean hate me so that things would go smooth in near future. And here I was trying to prove I was the good guy. Why was it so hard let the boy I cared for think ill of me?
"What were you doing here anyway?" Dean asked, suddenly remembering. "Bobby? Please explain that to me first." He asked Bobby who had just come in.
The old man looked at me in a loss of words.
"I was dropping off a hunter's kid for the night." I rushed in. "And guess what? I'm on my way out." I stood up and limped across the room stopping near Dean.
"I wish I could help Dean-"
"I wish you don't. See last time you helped me, dad died. So till the day you decide to tell us the exact truth about that day, don't bother helping." Dean said coldly with a faint equally cold smirk.
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I willed my eyes to stop getting moist. Come on, I was strong. I pulled off that act in the hospital. Surely I could keep going for a few more days. I took a deep breath and stared ahead at the straight road as I drove one of Bobby's old cars. He had been kind enough to let me borrow one.
There were two things that I had on my mind. The plan for Sam Mug was talking about. Each passing day, Sam was inching towards it. There were boys and girls like him out there and something sinister was cooking up for sure. I was going to find out what was. I AM going to figure that out. Whether Dean likes it or not.
I was going to be a shield to keep the brothers safe. When John said he wanted Dean to kill Sam he meant ONLY if Sam couldn't be saved. And I would make sure Sam was saved, even if it was the last thing I did.
And the day I would succeed doing that, I would start looking. Looking for these new things called angels.
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