Note to self: never write this stuff when ovulating...all sorts of weird things happen!!
I am mourning the passing of Sam my goldfish. Dean ate all the fish food and his little bro was last seen moping on the bottom of the tank eating his own crap. How life immitates art eh? Anyhoo...I have to carry on...it's what he would have wanted.
OMG I am so excited by Ellen in this chap (in a non-lesbian way), she's totally gone into Lioness mode, even Baby's scared!! Reggie's a love god in his own right bless him, and Sam's just swooooontastic...oh god, this was so meant to be an homage to Badass but I fall in love with Baby more with each chapter! I was literally panting as I wrote this...
So you need the official Winchester anthem (you know what it is) and Lose yourself by Eminem.
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Sam braced himself mentally and physically as the man crashed through the door. He was expecting Sam to be on the floor and had his automatic aimed accordingly. Sam took advantage of his confusion. He wasn't close enough to make a grab for him but he was prepared for that.
Before the Triad could react Sam spun his sock above his head in an arc, feeling the heavy weight of the chair bolts in the toe. He let the makeshift slingshot sail through the air and it caught the guy on the forehead stunning him. He staggered forwards slightly bringing the large automatic closer to Sam.
Sam leaned forwards feeling and hearing the skin of his left palm sizzle as he grabbed the hot barrel pulling the guard towards him. He pulled the gun away from him where it could do no harm as the man still had a firm grip on the butt. Sam spun him round and grabbed him round the neck with his big right forearm.
The force of the restraint caused the chair to topple and Sam fell backwards with a thud. He didn't release the writhing man though and felt him buck on top of Sam wildly as he kept a constant pressure on his windpipe. Frantic hands made a grab for Sam's arm and hair but he grimaced and tightened his muscles feeling the fight ebb away from the man on top of him. Finally he fell limp and Sam let go. He took some short rapid breaths as he heard someone else coming down the corridor announcing himself as the enemy by his voice.
Sam was a sitting duck as the man entered the room, semi automatic drawn. He grabbed the man on top of him and used him as a shield as bullets tore into the lifeless body. He tried to keep him steady as he reached with his left hand for the man's gun which he was still holding.
Sam took a sharp intake of breath and was thrown back when a bullet tore through his bicep. He couldn't hold the man any longer and he slid from Sam's grasp lying half on and half off him.
Sam looked up at the barrel of the gun staring him in the face and closed his eyes.
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If Dean had been himself then he wouldn't have hesitated to get back into the ring and face a certain death but he had Sam's voice of reason with him now. He knew they were both corpses anyway, whether he won or lost he was a dead man and so was Sam. So what were his options? As far as he could see it he could just pray that Bobby got to Sam and if Dean was going to die, at least he was going out fighting like a man. But he wasn't throwing the fight, it wasn't his style, he had no intention of giving Asswipe the satisfaction. With a faith he never knew existed he turned to the man.
"So what guarantee do I have that you'll let Sam go if I agree to this?"
"You just have my word."
"Well, that's reassuring."
"You have no choice Dean, I can shoot you now as a coward or you can go out in blaze of glory." The guy certainly knew his audience.
Dean looked him in the eye and swore that he'd tear his throat out with his bare hands by the end of the night. Dean clapped his hands together and rubbed them. "Ok, certain death it is then, yay!"
"The fight starts in ten minutes. Any last requests?"
"Apart from you going in there instead of me? Yeah, I got one. A song."
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Sam heard a crash of glass followed by the silenced thud of bullets and opened his eyes in time to see the man in front of him fall to his knees. He had a new ventilation shaft where his forehead used to be. He fell to the ground wide eyed.
Sam leaned his head back and saw Ellen at the window, she had one arm above her head and someone outside had hold of her left wrist. She hadn't even taken the time to drop to the ground before taking the shot with her extended right arm. Sam was slightly taken aback, he didn't know many Hunters that could make a shot like that. The hands released her and she fell to the ground bending her knees to absorb the impact of the drop.
She ran towards Sam and fell to the ground next to him taking in his battered face and wounded arm. She looked up and shouted. "Reggie, get your fat ass in here!"
She hurriedly removed her belt and secured it around the top of Sam's arm to try to stem the bleeding. Sam grimaced but it wasn't too bad.
She put a hand to his hair. "Hey sweetie, didn't think we'd let you boys have all the fun did ya?"
Sam laughed slightly and coughed trying to push the dead body off him with one arm. Ellen helped him as Reggie manouvered his large frame through the small broken window. "I won't tell you again Reggie, hustle!"
"Jesus Ellen...I ain't a cat burgular."
Ellen rolled her eyes and tried to assess the damage to Sam. "It's ok, we're gonna get you out of here."
"Have you heard from Dean?"
"Not yet, but Bobby's on it along with some Hunters and those friends of yours from the clinic."
Ellen raised her gun as she heard footsteps. It was the other Hunters. She lowered her weapon. "You get em all?" They nodded at her.
Reggie was panting slightly but one look at Ellen's face told him he wasn't getting a tea break. He knelt down, "Watch his arm." She yelled at him. He frowned at her and reached down to pick Sam up. Standing up slowly he tried to centre Sam's weight in his arms and nodded at Ellen.
They made their way out of the room and up through to the laundry. As soon as the shooting had started all of the illegal workers had fled. Ellen knew they wouldn't be telling anyone anything.
Apart from her and Reggie there were five other Hunters with them. One had stayed to guard their exit, two stayed in front of them and the other two brought up the rear with their weapons drawn. Reggie couldn't carry anything other than Sam and they flanked him like he was holding the Holy grail.
They made their way outside. They had to navigate a warren of back streets to get to where the Impala was parked. Bobby had left it there earlier and sent over the keys with Johnny when he'd brought the building plans to the hotel. Ellen looked up at people hurrying to close shutters and bring their children in from the fire escape. Laundry hung over their heads suspended between the alleyways.
Ellen spun in a slow circle as she moved forwards. She felt the hairs on her neck rise up. "Heads up boys, something's comin'"
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Bobby, Johnny, Han and Dylan made their way towards the underground arena at a trot. When they were a block away Bobby heard the unmistakable sound of an owl and stopped. No way, there's owls in China Town. He made the sound back through cupped hands and found his response. The young cousins exchanged glances and followed him as he cut into an alley to meet with the other Hunters.
They shook hands briefly as Bobby introduced the six Hunters to his companions.
Bobby crouched down and opened his duffle. He handed out stun grenades, ammo, shotguns and pocketed a pound of Semtex, fuses and detonators. The cousins were wide eyed as Bobby stood to address them. "Thanks for the help guys but we got it from here, I ain't gettin' you hurt."
Han stepped forward, "No way, we came here to help."
"And you have, more than you know but no way high kicks are a good defense against bullets. You've got bright futures ahead of you, now go on git."
They knew there was no arguing with his stern face, they'd seen that resolute look in their Great Grandmother. They all shook hands again and the boys left them to it.
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Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Dean knew that the crowd were all hoping for a home win and he felt like Rocky in Siberia. He looked around him from outside the cage, only the Hookers were cheering him on now and it felt awful. He was going to be entering first and he didn't like that either. The underdog always went in first.
He rolled his shoulders as the music started, it was on old tune he used to listen to when he was a kid, Dad's favourite. He hadn't heard it since they last hunted together. As the sound of Kansas filled the air, he thought of his Dad, home, Sam and somehow found the strength he needed.
He stepped into the cage and felt his heart pump with the music. Sam and his Dad were in there with him, he was sure of it and he could feel their presence in every double helix flowing through his rapidly moving blood.
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
There was no playing up to the crowd this time as Dean thought of his brother tied up in some sweat shop, waiting for him to come get him. He took a glance at the white line left by the ring on his right hand. He'd failed his brother so many times and refused to fail him now. Dean would get out of this alive, he couldn't leave Sam alone. He was going to make his Dad proud of him tonight.
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Bobby and the other Hunters were crouched in the alleyway, Bobby checked his cell display again. He'd set it to vibrate so maybe he'd missed the call. He hadn't.
He started to worry that something had gone wrong. What if Ellen was hurt? What if Sam was...no he couldn't think that.
He couldn't afford to wait much longer before he had to go in for Dean. Ling's boys had men on the inside who had sent them text updates and he knew Dean had made it to the final but could he beat one of the best martial artists in the world? He wondered with dread what might happen if they got to Dean but failed to save Sam. Dean would go on a rampage. Bobby pushed the thoughts to one side, they wouldn't get him anywhere.
He felt the others get restless and checked the display once more.
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They all paused in the alleyway which had gotten eerily quiet. The sun had gone down and the air was thick with the smell of cooking and tobacco smoke. Maybe Ellen had been imagining it. The only light was coming from a string of lanterns outside an old apartment building and the only sound was of their breathing mingled with the distant noise coming from a loud TV.
They began to move on but Ellen still watched as steam rose in the entrance of the alley. She suddenly saw four shapes emerge from the vapour. Little more than sillhouettes but enough for her to make out the outlines of guns. As the men cleared the foggy air they saw her.
"Reggie! Haul ass!" She began to shoot but they were too far away. The effect of the silencer was diminishing and the thuds were getting louder.
The other Hunters all turned as they heard her shout and took in the men running towards them. There was nowhere to go. They had to stand their ground.
The triads began firing aimlessly but the Hunters knew their training. They adopted varying stances which made them different heights, making them harder to hit.
Ellen saw Simon next to her take a bullet to the leg as he took down one of their attackers. He shouted and dropped to one knee. Ellen grabbed him throwing his arm over her shoulder, leaving the others to take care of the remaining three, she knew they could do it and Sam had to be their prority now. She ran along dragging a limping Simon with her, as she heard more shots.
They caught up to Reggie who was struggling. She looked at him, "Not far now, just one more push."
Sam put a hand to Reggie's back, it came away dripping with blood. "Ellen, he's been shot! Reggie, just drop me, you can't keep going. Just leave me!"
"Over my dead body." He panted back, hoisting Sam higher in his arms.
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Dean watched the diminutive Chinese man step into the cage to traditional Oriental music. Dean couldn't rely on ACDC to get through the fight this time. He felt an unfamiliar wavering in his confidence and mentally stepped on it quickly as the crowd roared. Dean exhaled and shook his muscles out trying to relax. His mind started to clear and he forgot about everything else but the man in front of him. He'd watched him fight twice now and had tried to pick up a pattern in his movements but had failed. The dude was faster than a pickpocketing hooker on meth and Dean had struggled to keep track of his M.O.
The Chinaman bowed to Dean who saluted casually back at him.
Niceties over the fight began. The annoying harp music thankfully came to an end and Lose Yourself by Eminem came on. It wasn't Dean's kinda song but the DJ obviously had a thing for rap. Neither of the fighters were thinking much about the soundtrack now as the stakes became clear to them both.
Dean as always stood on his side. The Chinaman stayed in his corner. He'd been watching Dean too, he realised with a shock. He knew Dean always took the defensive. Dean realised he would have to change his moves and he didn't have much time or he'd be dead.
There was no way Dean was prancing about so he moved into the centre of the arena and waited with his feet planted firmly like a challenge. The other man smiled and met him halfway. Dean looked down into his impassive little face and could feel the muscles of his opponent move almost like a vibration in the air.
Dean jerked his upper body backwards suddenly as Xiang leapt upwards and threw a kick at him. Dean felt the brush of wind over his face and making a split second decision, he carried on moving resting one palm on the ground and flipping backwards, the spring in the floor keeping his momentum going. He'd never done anything like that before and wondered where the hell it came from.
He didn't have a chance to overthink it as he landed on his feet and saw a slippered foot fly at him again. It hit Dean full in the face knocking him backwards. He kept on going and did a shoulder roll, coming up on his knees. He wiggled his nose like the chick in Bewitched, still not broken he thought with a satisfied shrug.
Dean tried to think of something he could do as the guy started kicking at his head again. He tried to catch one of his feet with a hand but he was clutching at air. He felt the skin on his cheekbone break as the blows came in quick succession.
He decided he'd had enough, he was taking so many hits his head was spinning and he could taste copper in his mouth. Dean was getting pissed, if he couldn't take on this midget then he wasn't worthy of his name.
As the kicks rained down on him, he started to see a pattern. About freakin' time Sammy!
He waited for the next one and blocked it suddenly with his open palm his shoulder providing the thrust. It threw Xiang off balance in mid air.
The Chinese guy went flying as there was no weight to him. Dean jumped to his feet and grabbed him as he bounced off the mat. He took a fistful of hair and a fistful of crotch and threw the guy down onto his raised knee. "I learnt that one from John Cena." He said into the pinched face.
Amazingly the man managed to raise his legs with a yell and wrapped his ankles around Dean's neck in a vice like grip. Dean had no choice but to let go trying to wrestle them clear. Xiang was on his hands and with a strength that belied his size he flipped Dean off his feet in a full somersault.
The move would have broken any other man's neck but not Dean, he didn't know how but he remained conscious landing on his back in a pool of drying blood. Xiang moved like a cat to grip Dean's neck between his thighs. His feet were under Dean's shoulder blades wrapped tightly together in a knot.
He tried to get a grip on the man's thighs but couldn't shift them.
Dean had always thought this would be a nice way to die but had thought the thighs would belong to a Playboy Bunny or at least a hot waitress. This sucked.
He bunched his neck muscles as much as he could to try to take the strain off his windpipe but he could feel it collapsing. His hands clutched uselessly at the small man's chest. Xiang pushed them away like he was swatting a fly. His thumbs moved towards Dean's eyes. As he reflexively closed his eyelids, the last thing Dean saw was Asswipe smiling and making a cutting gesture over his throat with one hand.
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Ellen was trying to keep a hold of Simon who was starting to tire. She moved him along and heard the noise of fighting die into the backgound, she knew her guys would come through. She watched Reggie in concern. His right arm was starting to drop and he was losing his grip on Sam. There was nothing she could do, she was surrounded by injured men but their only hope right now was the Impala.
"Suck it up Reggie, just a few more minutes."
Reggie grunted and carried on moving. His muscles running on empty.
"OK. We're here guys."
Sam sighed in relief when he caught sight of the Impala. Ellen wasted no time in opening her up. She opened the back door for Reggie who placed Sam inside and got in next to him. Simon climbed into the passenger side and Ellen fired up the engine.
"Keep pressure on those wounds...all of you." Ellen tried to navigate the huge car through the narrow streets and grabbed her mobile praying the delay hadn't cost lives.
"Bobby? Yeah, we got him, he's ok." Bobby hung up on her immediately.
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Bobby was already in place but was relieved to get the call nonetheless, Sam was safe so half the battle was won. Now all they had to do was take out a room full of Triads, save Dean's life and escape China Town without getting killed.
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When I dropped the house on Sam I had no idea I would end up here a month later, Dean in a cage, Bobby with a pound of semtex and baby with his nuts in a sock LOL. It's taken on a life of its own and it's not over yet. As I said, things are moving to a conclusion but let's just try to keep Dean alive for now...
Can I just mention watching the new eps? First the blow up dolls, then the sprinkler system loaded with holy water, Yoda refs and then Sam saying "I feel you should be chanting Eye of the Tiger"? Is someone on the show reading this LOL?
