Title: One Soul Condemned To Heaven And Hell {11-60}
Author: Emono
Rating: FRM
Fandom: Supernatural/RPS
Pairings: Sam/Jared, Dean/Jensen
Disclaimer: I do not own the souls of J2, or Sam…or Dean…or anyone…not even my own *le sigh* It's all Kripke and McG, the lucky bastards
Beta: gil_follower
Warnings: Post-Hell!Dean, very AU, SLASH!!, post-Season 3, Demon!Sam (sort of), whumping, angst, OOC-ness, SPOILERS!!!!
(AN: Banners for this story can be found on my LiveJournal, there's a link on my profile page.)
The nursery was quiet, the only sound that dare disturb it was the light tinkling of music. The faint lullaby came from a rotating lamp, shapes cut out of its shade to cast them upon the wall. It was the only light, stars and crescents slowly drifting across the powder blue washed walls.
A stark crib dominated the far wall, a soft shape within it.
Just as a star passed the corner of the room, a figure bloomed from the shadow. It was spindly, blue tinged skin stretched tight over it's too long arms and legs. It wore no more than a layered leaf dress, reflecting the spring green of outside. It's eyes were slanted and dark as pitch, it's nose was no more than slits, it's mouth plump-lipped but too long. It resembled a female, braids piled atop it's head with only it's long ears to hold them in place.
A faerie.
The thing held a bundle in it's arms, three-jointed fingers keeping it cradled against her chest. It crept across the room like a crab, legs stretching and bending and creeping in an awkward side-walk. Though it had no pupils, it's eyes seemed to dance around the room nervously.
Once it reached the crib, it stood up straight like a human. She peered down at the soft shadow of a baby, mouth watering at the prospect of having it in it's clutches.
A sudden clang resounded outside, causing it to flinch and pull away. Iron…a long chain of iron had been closed around the house! She could feel it!
Dean kicked open the closet door, gun aimed at the creature, "Not today, bitch."
The faerie clawed at the bundle in the crib, finding out a thickly wrap of blankets instead of a human child. It screamed, voice scratchy and high. Fay did not liked to be tricked, and this one was no exception.
It threw the faerie child into the crib without a thought. Dean fired one of the iron-cased bullets, she dodged with a roll of her wrist-width neck, unfazed. He scowled and shot at her bare feet (hoping to slow her), but she managed a whole body bend, picking herself up on her hands and running with them at and up the wall. The Winchester blinked dumbly at it, wondering why these faeries were always bone-thin and flexible. He popped off two more rounds, the faerie scampered along the wall like a spider to avoid the potentially burning iron. The faerie crawled to the floor, just to the right of the hunter. Dean barked a curse in Latin and fired again, but it missed when she ducked and rolled gracefully through the shadow on the door.
Dean ripped open the door after her, revealing an empty hall.
Downstairs, Jared was in the kitchen wondering if a faerie could escape the iron chain. Ghosts couldn't, he'd seen that. But even the Winchesters had admitted they hadn't needed to seriously mess with faerie in the past, usually they didn't cause more trouble than needed. Apparently the changeling they'd let into this backward town were growing violent and deranged, killing nearly twenty people before they died (each!)
So the hunters stopped to try and make a deal, pump some sedatives into the beings before they get into the rest of the world.
Jared nearly screamed when a long-limbed faerie rolled out from the shadow behind the fridge, squatting on the floor before him. He drew his gun with the special iron coating bullets, locking it right on the being. It seemed shocked to see him there, freezing in place.
"You think you're funny?" Jared hissed, shifting so he blocked the door "Putting your rabid Fay into the town for a laugh?"
The faerie just stood there, though confusion creased it's brow.
"Don't play dumb, we've seen them" the actor continued, a little beyond disgusted "These things go wild, and you don't care! That last one killed almost twenty-five people before it threw itself onto some train tracks."
//Is what you speak of true?//
Jared flinched and ducked his head, as if dodging the words. The voice was disembodied, like it only existed inside his mind. Jared shook his mane of honey hair, trying to dislodge it.
"Is that you?" the faerie nodded hesitantly "Of course I'm not lying! You know I'm not!"
//We did not know of this.//
"How could you not?" Jared's gun lowered a fraction of an inch, lips curled in a frown "Don't you watch over your own children?"
//No.//
"Oh" Jared slipped his gun back into his holster, understanding in his eyes "I'll be very blunt with you. The changelings you leave behind are growing up rabid. They kill humans in this town: men, women, and children who've done nothing wrong."
//All we want is the human children, they amuse us.//
"Yeah, but the problem is: So do the humans" Jared tried to explain, yet he knew the faerie didn't really give a damn (they never did) "If you're going to switch them, you better do it with tamer Fay. These things hit twelve and rip their glamour off with their bare hands, then just start tearing people up until they eventually kill themselves."
//The pretty one tried to kill me, he did not wish to talk.//
"Dean? Yeah, he'll do that" the actor shrugged "That's not the point. We didn't know that you were oblivious to their actions. We're only trying to keep humans alive, we know we can't stop you."
The faerie cocked it's head to the side, eyes blazing holes in him, //Maybe…we can come to an agreement.//
Dean appeared in the doorway, cocking his gun after a quick reload, "You're not getting away!"
Jared saw the faerie tense, he knew what he had to do.
"Stop!" Jared lunged at the hunter, knocking the gun out of the way "It's not their fault!"
Dean's fingers closed on reflex, setting off the gun. Jared yelped when it grazed his arm, cutting a hole in the material of his hoody and burning his skin. The faerie seized the moment, running at and fading into the door. Outside, another gun went off and Jensen cried out in outrage.
Jared knew she had gotten away.
"Shit" Dean spat, pushing the man away. Jared rubbed at his arm gingerly, spotting raw flesh beneath the sleeve. "Jared?! I could've shot you. Fuck, I did. Are you ok?"
"I'm fine" Jared glared "But we can't kill them Dean, they didn't do anything wrong. The nature of the faerie is being mischievous, tricksters. They'll no sooner stop switching babies then we'll start breathing underwater. They don't know about the changelings, at least not about the violent side effects."
Dean scoffed, "That's bull. You believed it?"
"She didn't know, and you can't fake God-smacked" Jared tisked "Something must be going wrong with them. A bad batch, they ate something with a faerie allergen, or-"
"What the hell, you guys?" Jensen burst in, bright red scratches on his face "What happened here? How did you miss it?"
Dean went from annoyed to concerned, "Your face-?"
Jensen waved if it off, unconcerned, "It scrambled over me."
"Ok, that thing can jump really high" Sam appeared in the doorway, shotgun hanging limp from his hand "It went right over the chain off Jensen's head. Where's the kid?"
Jared blinked at him dully, "What?"
"Faerie came in with a kid to switch, faerie left without it" Sam gestured in the air, like he was talking to a small child "Where's the glamour faerie baby?"
Dean sighed, shoving his gun back into the holster on his hip, "It's in the crib upstairs, the thing panicked."
"I'm going to call the parents" Jensen declared, picking the house phone off the wall with one hand and rubbing at his maimed cheek with the other " I'll tell them to bring antiseptic."
"What about the baby?" Sam repeated, looking between his brother and his boyfriend "If it's mother abandoned it…"
Dean reached for his gun again, eyes locked on the ceiling, "I'll take care of it."
"No!" Jared grabbed for the hunter, catching h is wrist "Please Dean, let me run this. I've got a plan."
Dean gave him a skeptical look, "You have a plan?"
"Yes Dean" Jared's voice was strained with sarcasm "I have a plan. Shocking, I know."
Jensen hung up the phone with a sigh, "They're coming home. I'm for Jared's plan, whatever it is."
The older Winchester dropped his jaw, "Jen? You can't be serious!"
Sam hid his grin behind his palm, his brother withering under the Texan's glare.
"Go pick your bullets out of the nursery wall, Dean" Jensen sated, leaving no room for argument "Sam, round up the chain outside. Jared, grab the kid. If you're going to do with at I think you are, then we need to hurry up before sunrise."
()()()
The Impala parked outside a line of forest, the tea rose moon hanging heavy in the sky. It was nearly three in the morning, though a thick darkness lay just beyond the tree line. It was the outskirts of town, and the dirt roads were abandoned.
Dean killed the engine, lips pursed and clearly displeased. Sam leaned back in the seat, rubbing a hand over his mouth. Concern was etched more heavily in his face, his thumb nervously flicking between his lips. Jensen was all but climbing up the side door, red scratches still bright on his skin. Nerves overtook him, making him swallow compulsively and palm the door handle.
Jared was as calm as he could be, cradling the faerie babe in his arms. He cooed to it gently, rubbing his fingertips between her little palms and along her chubby cheeks. The glamour was still in place, giving her the perfect appearance of a blue-eyed human child. Yet Jared could see her true form, shimmering just there beneath the surface. At first he thought he was the only one, since Jensen commented about how it looked like a normal kid and Dean had agreed.
Then Sam had approached the crib and jumped back, exclaiming it was blue.
Jared wasn't stupid, he'd never been stupid. Reckless, impulsive, playful, yes. But dumb, no. He knew there was something wrong with being able to see through a faerie glamour, something created to trick humans. Both Dean and Jensen had been fooled, but Sam had not. That was because of the demon blood, for sure. But why did Jared see through it? Was he channeling Sam? Surely it didn't work like that?
Whatever it was, Jared knew more each day he was on the road fighting the Big Bad that he wasn't normal and something else mingled inside him.
"For the record" Dean stated "I don't like this."
"What's the worst that could happen?" Jensen winced as soon as the words left his mouth, getting glared from everyone in the car "Sorry."
"So…what?" Dean looked at the younger man through the rearview mirror, confused "You think they're just going to let us into their…their…"
"Faerie court?" Jensen supplied.
"Yeah, their court" Dean scoffed "There's no way their just going to let us stroll in, baby or not."
"There's the knoll" Jared gave a nod towards the window "According to the internet, it's somewhere hidden in that forest. We go in there, offer the baby, and then tell them that their offspring is going wild in the town they've been leeching off."
"This is crazy" Sam sighed breathily, heart skipping "Fay can be ruthless, wicked…they won't hesitate to put us under a trance and have their nasty way with us."
"Kinky" Jensen chuckled, getting another round of glares "Sorry."
"No one eat anything, got it?" Jared commanded "Nothing off the trees, ground, or anything given to you. No matter how good it looks, be polite but firm. And Dean, don't get trigger happy. They swarm like bees sometimes, or they'll just find you amusing and kill you."
"They aren't Tinker Bell, I get it" Dean huffed, tired of being treated like a child "Ok, let's do this."
They all got out of the car, feeling the thickness in the air instantly. The Fay were out and about this night, you could taste it in the very air. Dean and Jensen got their shotguns out of the trunk, Sam's eyes flickering. He hoped it would be the only weapon he would need, he knew it would work if he needed it to. Each roll with Jared made him stronger, and he was almost glowing with it.
They broke the tree line, all breathing a sigh of relief when they weren't instantly attacked. The wood reminded Jensen of the forest on his family's ranch, and that wasn't comforting at al. They made their way between the trees, guns aimed and tensions high. It was still so dark, they were damn near blind even with what little moonlight came down through the branches.
"How far is the knoll?" Jensen inquired, voice low.
The babe in Jared's arms started wailing, kicking it's little hands and feet like it wanted to be dropped. The cry was loud, piercing the night air and whipping through the trees. It bounced off every leaf and used them to propel away even farther, radiating like a sonic blast.
"Shut it up!" Dean hissed, but Jared only cradled the child protectively "I said shut it up, Padalecki."
"We can't kill it" Jared snapped "Not here."
The baby stopped, settling.
"Shit" Jensen muttered, tensing.
And shit was right. Thick, grey-ivory mist flooded the ground. It came out of nowhere, curling around their feet and twisting up trunks. It felt thick on their feet, clinging to their ankles when they tried to pull themselves out of it. There was a rise of panic, a hushed argument about whether to go back or not.
One firm gesture from Dean had them continuing.
"I already hate this" Jensen started to ramble, hanging towards the rear of the others "This isn't fog, it's those damn faeries."
"No shit, Sherlock" Sam scoffed "Just pay attention."
A clack sounded behind them, but no reply.
"No witty retort, cowboy?" Jared turned smile falling and a gasp ripping itself from his throat "Jen? Jensen?"
The Winchesters turned around, finding Jensen gone with only his gun left in a bed of white wisps.
"Jen?" Dean called, shotgun still up as he looked from tree to tree. There was a flash of something behind on of the trunks, just a pass of shadow. Yet it was enough to rile up the Winchester, becoming reckless. He fired off two rounds, one bullet blowing bark right off the tree while the other chased the shadow. There was movement there, then stillness.
"Dean" Sam tried to stop him, but he wasn't quick enough to stop his brother.
Dean lowered his gun and walked toward the tree, "I got it, Sam."
They walked on as multiple hands shot out of the shadows, taking Dean's feet out from beneath him.
"Oof!" the gun flew from Dean's hands, back landing hard on forest floor. He was dragged through the fog, kicking and screaming, and into the dark of the trees.
Sam swiped with his power to gain a grip on his brother, but received tinkling laughter from the branches for his effort.
//Silly demon boy.//
"Shit" Sam pressed himself along his lover's side, fisting his hand in the back of the actor's hoody "Did you hear that?"
"It's how they talk" Jared whispered, heart beating a tattoo in his chest "We have to keep going and keep our heads. Don't get violent, it'll only encourage them."
"But Dean and Jen-"
"-are fine" the actor heaved the baby against his chest, supporting it's head through the ache in his arms "We can only go on."
"How can you say that?" Sam snapped, voice on edge "How can you know the they're aren't drugging them right now? Raping them? Eating them?"
Jared only continued forward, "I don't know that, Sam. Uncertainty is as good a reason as ever to continue…don't you think?"
Sam only nodded, giving the trees a last wary look before trialing behind the actor like a puppy.
There was only scant minutes of silence before Sam snapped again. The mist continued to lick up their calves, the glamour babe kept squirming and cooing, and their companions were nowhere to be found.
It was a rustling of leaves that set Sam off, eyes going pitch before he raised his hand and took down the entire branch. The crash was uncomfortably loud, the thick branch half swallowed by the fog and scattering its leaves. Sam was losing his cool, he didn't lower his hand as he glared over every inch of their surroundings. Jared opened his mouth to tell his lover to calm down, but it was too late.
Jared wasn't surprised when a wave of mist rose up and swallowed Sam, his entire self disappearing beneath it.
"If he would've just calmed down" Jared sighed, voice weak even to his own ears. He continued on alone, trying to let his fear show on his face. He didn't really know if they were ok, if they were drugged or in the arms of a faerie. All he could do was hope the Fay would be kind until he explained why they were there.
The trees opened up, a rather large clearing splayed out before him. There, dead in the middle, was a knoll that the local legends had spoken of. The mist was thicker here, nearly drowning the knoll away. A faerie ring surrounded the area, an ugly cross between a lily and a toad stool sealing it.
Jared didn't take two steps before he was forced to his knees, the mist licking at his lips. Two faerie appeared before him, and again he was unsurprised. He kept the babe closer to his chest, he wouldn't put it past them to rip it from his arms.
And old Fay sat cross-legged before him, it's skin the shade of a fresh love bite. What little hair it had was long and wispy, the white tendrils start against it's (her?) skin. It's mouth was all but gone, a pucker in it's leather face. Her eyes were dark, but shaded in silver and wisdom. It had wings, shredded at the ends and grey…but present like silk stretched over wire. A scrap of cloth covered it's waist, though it could barely be called a garment. Jared could see every rib in her chest, and the nipple-less lumps there could not be called breasts by any extent.
Too ethereal for human characteristics.
The other faerie was the one from the house, anxiously sitting there on it's knees and fidgeting.
//Who are you?// the voice was like sandpaper on his conscious, but he didn't flinch.
"You first" he managed, unsure if he should give out his real name.
//I am called Pixinscope.//
"Ok, then I am called Jeffree Star."
The old thing gave him a hard look.
"We didn't mean to intrude" Jared rasped, lower lip quivering at the sheer presence those things emitted "But we had no choice."
The old fay's eyes didn't falter, //You know something, I've been told.//
"The changelings you've been leaving behind are rabid" Jared explained slowly, wetting his lips as his throat went dry "They get a certain age, then kill everyone within their reach. When done, they kill themselves."
//Strange this is// the faerie hummed, head tilting one way then the other //Never before have they done this?//
"Never."
//It was my brother// the smaller framed faerie hissed, blue-tinged teeth bared //I saw him with the batch of kin to be exchanged.//
//Then things will be fixed.//
"Just like that?" Nile green eyes went wide, mouth dropping open like a fish "You'll fix all of it?"
//We will do what we can for our playthings// her toothless smile was cruel and nasty, bony fingers dancing in the air //Are you planning on keeping that?//
Jared immediately laid the baby on the ground, sick with touching it. The glamour dropped, exposing the thing for what it was. No bigger 'round than his wrist, dark blue skin, sharp knees and elbows. It scampered away on all fours like a monkey, disappearing into the shadows.
"Why was I the only one who could get here?" Jared asked, flexing his fingers to try and get the blood flowing back through them.
The old fay threw her head back in a screechy cackle, sending ice up his spine, //Oh, you'll find out eventually pretty one! Out of the humans and the demon, you have the most right to be here.//
Jared shook his head in protest, "But I'm human too."
Pixinscope's laughter rang through his head, everything going black.
()
Jared came back to himself who knew how many hours later. He blinked several times, sunlight kissing at his cheek and legs. He shook himself awake, focusing on where he was at.
Jared found himself flat out on his back on the ground, the dew from the grass seeping into his clothes. He was outside the tree line, the Impala parked almost a yard away. He ached a little and his head felt like someone had lined it with cotton, but otherwise unharmed. He managed to sit up with a grunt, hazy eyes trying to focus.
The sun was rising, streams of light danced over the ground like ribbons. They slashed across his belly and calves, his face warm from the contrast of the chilly dew.
Sam wasn't five feet from him, spread out on his back and at ease. There were no mars that Jared could see, his clothes left unrumpled.
Jared found Dean closer to the Impala, on his stomach with his folded arms cushioning his cheek. The two shotguns were discarded beside him, rough snores escaping his lips. Though his shoes were gone and his ankles were raw, he looked well enough.
Jensen was a little west of him, on his side and half-curled in on himself. His breaths were just loud enough to be soft snores, the calves of his jeans ripped down the middle in two lines. There was no blood, but he must have put up a helluva fight.
Jared smiled to himself, pointedly ignoring the last things the old witch had said to him. Screw her! These were his best friends, his family. They all belonged together, and should someday commit to a smoking hot foursome and get their orgy on.
With that pleasant thought, Jared collapsed back onto the ground and promptly fell asleep.
TBC
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