A/N: Own nothing about Supernatural.
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Here's chapter 11, hope you enjoy!
Chapter 11 - Is this annoying?
Dean had been trapped in that circle for almost one hour, after what seemed like an eternity; he was able to cope with the pain from rock salt shot, which had hurt like hell. He was feeling a little weaker, that was for sure, he knew the effects of the salt in a spirit, not like he wasn't able to recover, even not being a regular spirit, he knew all spirits could recover; after all it was just salt. He was quite aware that the whole salt circle and being shot was the hunter's plan to attract his father and brother, Dean knew for a fact Sam would have a vision about that. He just hoped they would come up with a plan.
"…and even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight. You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's night. And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might…" Dean sang the same line of that song for the fiftieth time…he was so bored…and for some reason, that had been the weird choice his mind had made, this particular part of the song popped in his head and kept repeating non stopping. Maybe if he wasn't a hunter, he could have been a singer, a rock star…he already had the coolest car and good taste for music…'a freaking sexy voice' he thought to himself… the girls would fall to his feet…even more. But Gosh…he was so damn bored.
"Hope this isn't annoying…" Dean said hoping that was extremely annoying.
Dean looked at Jacob, who was sitting on a chair beside a little table…waiting for his plan to work. He observed as the man, trying to ignore the singing, cleaning his ancient guns, in a standardized way, with diligence, repeating the same procedures for each gun, as if he had been programmed to do it so.
"…and even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight. You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's night. And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might…" Dean sang again…this time louder, much louder, as if he was on a stage, singing for a thousand people. Was he bored? Damn straight!
"Fucking hell!!!!! If you sing that one more time I swear I'll…" The man yelled in a burst, abruptly getting up from the chair, giving Dean an annoyed look. Dean couldn't help but to let out a chuckle. 'Guess it is annoying…' He thought.
"…you'll what?" Dean teased with a grin. "Shoot me again with salt? You can't do anything yet…or bye bye immortality right? No souls for your precious demon…no protection for you". Dean said in a mockery way, feeling satisfied with himself.
"I'll enjoy sending you to my Master". Jacob said calming himself down, recovering his posture of coldness and seriousness. Dean gave him his best 'I-don't-care-anymore' look, still making fun of the annoyed hunter.
"Yeah well, but until then…you'd be better keep your cool" Dean said in victory. Both stayed a few seconds in silent, which gave Jake of false hopes of peace.
"So…where you from?" Dean asked, now that the man was on his edge, he was going to keep pushing. There were no replies. "You married?...have any kids?...a beautiful house in hell with a fireplace where you and your master can consume your love life?" Ok, so he couldn't resist those questions, he saw the hunter closing his eyes for a bit as he pressed his lips tight…maybe he was counting to 10 or 50.
"Not very chatty right now uh? Ok…I understand….I mean…"
"Fuck, don't you ever shut the hell up?!" The hunter asked, he was almost losing his temper.
"Have I mentioned I'm bored?" Dean asked with pure sarcasm in his words.
"About 100 fucking times". He said ignoring Dean; probably he was the most annoying spirit Jake had dealt with.
"101… I'm bored'. Now things were getting amused.
"You know…you're in a very good mood for someone who's about to die". Jake said trying to get back to his usual self. Calm; cold and patient.
"Been there, it's not the first time someone threatens to kill me, I'm sorta used to it". Dean said in a natural way shrugging, getting one hell of a dirty look from Jake. They were challenging each other.
A few more seconds of awkward silence and…
"…and I can't fight this feeling anymore… I've forgotten what I started fighting for…" Dean started singing again, now that the other part of the song popped in his mind. He was no longer so bored. Jacob was still hoping for peace and quiet, yes, he'd be glad when Dean was sent to his master.
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Dr. Bailey had been observing Dean for about 20 minutes, checking his pulse constantly. The room was silent and tense. John was searching his memory for anything helpful from his years of experience as a hunter. He knew Sam would ask him for a plan as soon as the doctor left the room. Missouri kept quiet as well, looking for some spells to break the sorceress spell, so Dean could finally wake up.
Dr. Bailey took Dean's wrist in her fingers again and made some notes.
"How's he?" John asked a little apprehensive.
"He's seems to be fine now. To be honest with you, I have no idea of what just happened here. He was stable, than he gets a weak pulse all of the sudden and now, his has a good pulse again, he's fine…I mean, considering he's in a coma". She explained still trying to figure out the reason of the sudden changes. John nods his head and exchange a look with Sam. Whatever that hunter was doing, maybe he decided to leave Dean alone until he had John and Sam's soul as insurance.
"Thanks doctor". John says sitting back on his chair, relieved.
"I'll be back in an hour to check him again". She says leaving the room.
"He's stubborn, that's good". Missouri said passing her hands gently through Dean's hair.
"Any luck with the spells?" Sam asks Missouri who had been doing her best.
"It's not so simple Sam, I can't trust any spell, or the first one that comes up. I'll find one, it's a promise". She says getting back to her reading. "Dad?" He asks simply.
John lets out a sigh. He had remembered a few things alright, things that he had heard a long time ago, while sitting on a table with other hunters, drinking beer, sharing experiences. Someone had mentioned theories to kill an immortal. That memory had almost been erased from John head. He never imagined those theories would do him any good; most of those hunters were cocky amateurs who could barely send away a spirit, let alone kill an immortal. No one of them had done it, but one of them liked to talk about it. He talked as if he was an expert in this issue, as if he had been an immortal slayer for all his life. He mentioned books he read, people he talked to, all he knew about it. John listened carefully but his mind, half distracted by the beer could only think things like 'yeah right, says Mr. big hunter' mocking in silence the stories told that night.
"I remembered a few things, just theories though". John said without the usual confidence he had.
"I don't care, anything is worthy, Dean's running out of time". Sam said, crossing his arms in front of his chest, John knew what that meant, arms crossed like that, Sam was decided.
"I remember there are a few ways to kill an immortal, but like I said, they're theories". John repeated himself to make sure Sam understood those ideas had never been tested thus, could work or fail. "An immortal can be killed by another immortal, either another hunter, which I don't know exactly how it can be done…or maybe a vampire, they have weaknesses, but they're nonetheless immortals. I heard that for some reason; a vampire's bite can be highly poisonous for an immortal, fatal".
"There's no time to track down another immortal hunter or a vampire. Besides, trusting a vampire is risky". Sam said. Of course, if that was their last option, it would have to work, if there was other option then, this one was out of question. John nodded at his son comment. Missouri kept going through the book, glancing at then from time to time.
"They also mentioned a special bullet. A bullet that can be made with gold, pure gold… and we'd have to bless it…"
"That we can do". Sam interrupted his father before John had the chance to finish his explanation. Sam saw John looks and felt silly. Of course it wasn't that easy.
John felt as if he had given his baby son Sammy, the best toy in the world, seen his eyes shine and tell him later he couldn't keep that toy. He looked disappointed.
"What?" Sam asked knowing there was more.
"These bullet is useless without an ancient gun, one that only these immortal hunters have, it's a unique gun designed particularly for them, no matter if they are good evil".
'Shit!' Sam says letting out a sigh. "That's it? Those are the options we have?" He asked in dismay.
"There's one more I'm aware of. A spell to remove his immortality, a spell which I have written in my journal" John said, still not so amused.
"But…?" Sam asked waiting for the worse.
"It has to be enchanted by a demon. Or the same demon that protects him". John finished his explanation. Three ideas… three theories, all risky, all seemed far away to be accomplished.
"Actually dad, this last one might work". Sam said.
"Ok, that's it! You two are out of your minds! None of these plans are good! If we bring Dean back the best you can do is run away from this hunter until you have a better idea! What the hell you mean by this last idea might work? You need a demon for it!" Missouri said getting up from her chair putting the book down for a bit. She could read John thoughts, but not Sam's for some reason, not since his shining got stronger. But John's thoughts were easy to read, clear as crystal.
"You will make no deal mister! No demons! Dean wouldn't have wanted that, if he was here right now he'd pissed of at you just for thinking about such bullshit!" The woman said speaking on Dean's behalf.
"Hey! Stay out of my thoughts! I can't just sit and wait anymore, Dean might die any minute. He's my son! I won't let that happen!" John said raising his voice a little.
The argument was interrupted by Sam clearing his throat on purpose.
"No one's gonna die. No deal has to be made". He said with a grin making John and Missouri confused.
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"…and I can't fight this feeling anymore… I've forgotten what I started fighting for…" Ok, so the song was getting annoying even to Dean, but not annoying enough to stop annoying Jake. He had no idea how the man hadn't grabbed that shotgun and actually shot him again, he'd shoot himself if the roles were inverted.
Dean was about to start repeating all again when Jake suddenly placed his gun on the table and got up from his chair making it fall back. He had a worried expression sculptured on his face, an expression Dean hadn't seen so far. That was fear, pure fear coming from the immortal hunter.
'What the hell?' Dean thought, looking his surroundings, trying to identify the reason for that fears. That's when he heard it…Latin words being whispered, hovering in the air, echoing with the wind.
"Do you hear it?" Jake asked Dean, surprising him.
"Yeah, I hear it. What is it?"
"Don't know…never heard these words before…who's saying them?" He asked for himself.
"I am" A deep voice said, getting the attention from both Jake and Dean.
"Master?" Jake said kneeling on the floor as a reverence. Dean looked at the man who had been addressed as master. A man with suffered features, not as cold as Jake, but more threatening for sure. Deep dark eyes, typical from a demon. 'Damn!' Dean thought. That was not good.
"All do respect master. How come you're here? I thought there was no spell to release you from your prison". Jake asked with his head hung, still kneeled on the floor.
TBC….
Alright then, that's it for chap 11! Hope you enjoyed!!! Let me know, don't be shy ;)
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Lilith.
