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Abomination
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Summary: Sam and Dean have always been freaks, Sam found out when he was twenty two just how much of a freak he was. It wasn't until the boys are trapped once again by the demon that they find out Dean's little secret that none of them knew about.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em or the show but man… I wish I did.
Notes: Thank you to everyone who has been reading and of course, thanks for the awesome encouragement and reviews.
This was fun to write… :D I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing! Thanks again! Oh yeah… And I just love my cliffies, so be warned.
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Firefly
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Inside the bathroom, Dean barely managed to pull his shirt up and over his head, every muscle in his body felt stiff and though the pain had lessened in his arm, it still ached. As soon as the shirt was off and discarded on the floor, his hand gripped the sink tightly, a wave of dizziness threatening to take him down with the shirt. In. Out. In. Out. He reminded himself to breathe, deep breaths summoning oxygen into his system.
Lifting his gaze to the mirror, that was slow steaming up from the warming water of the shower; he couldn't help but notice that the poison had spread to his chest. He traced the lines on his skin, glad that they hadn't reached his heart yet. But he was left wondering how long it would take and what would happen when they eventually worked their way there.
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By the time Bobby had gotten back to the room, Sam had pulled his laptop out and judging by the sound of running water, Dean was in the shower. He pulled his coat off and laid it on the back of one the chairs at the table before sitting down opposite Sam.
"Well?" He asked, rubbing a hand across his face before resting his elbows on the table.
Sam sighed and looked up at Bobby, closing his laptop, "I wouldn't know where to start."
Bobby shrugged, admitting defeat in the question and instead opting for another one, "How is he?"
"In pain. That poison is hurting him; he could barely move his arm before…" He glanced towards the bathroom door, taking another deep breath before continuing, "He's scared. He won't admit it but I can tell with him. Not just the poison but the fire as well… that was the first time he…"
Sam couldn't find the words to finish, but he didn't need to, Bobby had already guessed as much anyway. Judging by the surprise on Sam's face when the fire had suddenly burst into life, he figured it hadn't happened before.
"I've been thinking…" Bobby started, leaning back a little on his chair, "I know this person… she's more of an acquaintance rather than a friend…"
"A hunter?" Sam questioned but Bobby shook his head.
"Nah, not a hunter and no witchdoctor either and believe me, if I knew of witchdoctor I'd be suggesting them a lot quicker than I'd suggest her. She's a scientist, a doctor kinda. I got to thinking when I was out but… she's been studying viruses for awhile now. Might be able to give us a hand with the poison."
"Poison's a little different from viruses Bobby… especially when it comes to demonic interference."
Bobby shook his head, taking his cap off and laying it on the table to run a hand through his hair, "I'm talking about vampires and werewolves, them type of viruses. That's what she calls them."
"Never really thought of them as viruses before," Dean's voice caused them both to turn their heads towards the bathroom as the eldest Winchester emerged, "What with viruses having vaccines and all that."
"Yeah well, she seems to think that given enough time and the right resources she'll be able to find a cure."
"Well if she can help…" Sam stood up, eager to get moving as soon as possible if it meant there was some glimmer of hope.
"Hold up. If we go to her, there's no guarantee that she'll help, she's got a very high opinion of herself, thinks she's quite important and above the law… even any unwritten ones." Bobby countered, talking to Sam but watching as Dean leaned against the doorframe for support.
"What's that supposed to mean Bobby?" Dean questioned.
"It means she ain't especially ethical. She has a habit of keeping test subjects and it ain't pretty. So you boys better be prepared." He spoke the words with distaste, obviously not agreeing with her way of doing things, but she was the only person he could think of that could possibly help them.
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Doctor Tanya Ridgeback was a twelve hour drive away. Although Sam had asked about calling her, making sure she was 'home', Bobby had insisted that it would be better to just surprise her. Dean had the distinct impression that Tanya would be the type of person who hated surprises but that if they did it any other way, she'd probably pack up and leave for a few days.
From the outside it looked like an abandoned warehouse, like many other abandoned warehouses they'd hunted in and seen in the past. But as Bobby led them to the door, pressing and holding the button on the intercom, Sam couldn't help but feel it was not going to be the same inside as a security camera spun to focus on them. He already had a picture in his mind's eye of a research lab with hi-tech gear and clean white surfaces.
When no one answered the intercom, even after Bobby tried again and again, Sam was beginning to wonder if it had just been a waste of time. But then locks began shifting out of place from beyond the door and then it clunked and was opened. A woman stood in the gap wearing a long white lab coat and an angry scowl.
She looked to be about the same age as Bobby, maybe younger. Raven black hair tied back tightly into a ponytail with a few stray strands framing her pale face. Her arms folded across her chest and she leant against the door frame looking the three up and down. "Well, well, well… what can I do for you Bobby Singer? Or is this another one of your attempts to stop my progress?"
"Was hoping you could help us Tanya." He answered, careful not to rise to the bait.
She glanced at all three of them once more before sighing and opening the door further, allowing them all to pass, "Then you better come in, you don't know what creeps are hanging about around here."
When she had locked the door once again, she led them through a darkened passageway and through another sealed door into what appeared to be the first section of a very extensive lab. It was very similar to what Sam had imagined, a couple of computers doing separate things on either side of the room, microscopes, a large screen for close ups, bottles of unknown liquids strewn here and there, among many other things.
"What is it then?" She demanded, grabbing a stool and sitting on it whilst leaving the three men standing.
"What do you know of supernatural poisons?"
"Not much if I'm honest but you know me, I'm a quick learner." She flashed a cocky smile, "If you're looking for an antidote then you know I'm the person for the job though… been bitten by plenty of snakes."
"Yeah well, this snake happens to be big, ugly and particularly demonic." Dean spoke, his voice strong but his body feeling weak. He made to lean against the counter, quickly grabbing it with his hand before Sam could see him falter.
"Demonic?" She hesitated, a frown pulling at her features, "Never really dealt with demonic before."
"Can you help us or not?" Bobby asked, chancing a quick glance at Dean.
"And you don't mind someone like me helping someone like you?" She taunted, baiting him again, testing him to see how far he would be pushed.
"At this point I really don't have a choice. Play with your pet vampires, I'm sure one day they'll break free and play right back with you… but for now…"
She growled, standing up abruptly and moving over to a tray on the opposite counter, grabbing a syringe and piece of cotton wool. She hated the way Singer talked to her but she wanted to prove him wrong about her and what she was doing. Besides, if she did this it would mean he'd owe her, which could come in handy.
"Right." She said flicking the end of the syringe for no other reason but to make her feel like she was the one in control. She pointed it at Dean and beckoned him forward, "Okay then, Mr Death Warmed Over. Let's get started."
Mr Death Warmed Over? Did he really look that bad? He could feel all their eyes on him but refused to acknowledge them, simply raising an eyebrow at her to try and mask how yucky he really felt. He shrugged out of his jacket as he moved towards her, laying it on the counter before pulling one arm out of his over shirt.
She indicated the stool, forcing him to sit as she made preparations to draw the blood out. He hoped his face didn't betray him, but he was thankful, unsure that he would have been able to stand unaided whilst she did her job. But looking at her as she pushed the point into his skin above the bandage, trying her damndest not to react to the messy blackened veins, he could tell she had realised as much.
The blood came slowly, the sludge thick as it oozed out. But within half an hour, Dean was holding the cotton wool to the pinprick sized hole in his arm whilst Tanya was sorting out a slide with a sample on.
"Huh…" She noted as she looked through the microscope, adjusting the focus once more.
"What's that mean?" Sam asked, shuffling away from his brother and towards her, waiting carefully for an answer.
"It's littered with sulphur." She explained.
"Sulphur?" Sam repeated, frowning in thought, "Makes sense."
Dean cast him a look, his face mirroring Sam's, "Like in Rivergrove?"
Tanya shifted, allowing Sam to look down the microscope. His frown deepened. "Yeah… but not the same, it's different. I dunno…"
He pulled away and looked towards Dean; his brother's skin looked even paler in the bright lights. He could tell that the pain was making itself known again as his brother concentrated on trying to push it back down.
"You want the truth?" Tanya asked, taking up her position again.
Bobby was watching her, waiting, "Of course."
"If I had to guess… I'd say this stuff looks like concentrated demonic essence and given what you've already told me, it makes sense."
"How do we get it out?" Dean asked, grimacing at a wave of nausea as he pushed himself off the stool to grab his jacket.
"If it hadn't already spread this far I'd have been able to just draw it out… a transfusion could be tricky, might 'cause it to spread quicker so as it is…"
Dean didn't hear the rest of her words; he was fighting just to make it to the counter. He reminded himself to breathe once more, in, out, in, out. The others stood at the opposite end of the room, crowding around the microscope and talking amongst themselves. He just wanted a few moments to breathe and then he'd be fine.
"Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?" He asked between breaths, grabbing the counter once more with one hand and putting the back of his free hand to his forehead in hope to cool himself down a little.
"Dean… you okay?" Sam asked, taking in the sheen of sweat. He took a few steps towards his brother, closing the gap a little.
Dean could feel it getting closer, could feel as the poison stabbed its way through his veins towards his heart, his arteries waiting patiently to start spreading it through the rest of his body. One particularly painful stab made his knees weaken but his quick reactions made his free hand join the other on the counter. Leaning forward, he was so focused on trying to control whatever was happening to him and failing miserably, he hadn't even noticed the talking had stopped and Sam was nearly right behind him.
He closed his eyes tight, trying to fight the pain away from his heart, begging it to stop before it got too far. But as a second pain seared through his hands, his eyes snapped open and he gaped as flames spread from his hands across the surface of the counter.
"Sam…" He choked out, fear and panic echoing in his voice.
"Dean… what's… Oh God.." As Sam neared, he noticed the flames, his brothers broken voice sending spikes of dread through him.
"I can't stop it."
"You better try!" Tanya cried out, her eyes widening at the scene, "This place is filled with flammable substances… if you don't stop, all this'll go up in flames… and probably us with it."
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