Title: One Soul Condemned To Heaven And Hell {37-60}
Author: Emono
Rating: FRM
Fandom: Supernatural/RPS
Pairings: Sam/Jared, Dean/Jensen, Castiel/Ryan
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, wing-kink, SPOILERS!!!!
(AN: I know the vampires here are different from Supernatural vampires, but I did them how I want to. Mine don't bleed after they're dead, turn to dust, and all the stuff John Winchester said that didn't affect them in Dead Man's Blood, which I watched after I wrote this. Remember the AU warning? Yeah, dude, my fanfic…my rules.)
Sam and Jared hovered over the lap top, switching places every hour or so.
It only took them half a day to find a new job, a vampire nest south of Lake Sharpe. All of them ignored the ticking clock over their heads. They barely had a month before Jared and Jensen had to return to Vancouver. Sam had suggested quietly that they quit, and they almost called Kripke to do it to. But Jensen shook his head and reminded Jared that they had signed under a contract and Kripke bought the idea. They couldn't just quit, neither of them could afford to get sued.
Kripke could, the dick.
"And the fans…" Jared sighed, puppy eyed.
Jensen's lips curled up, "They would kill us. If the fans don't like us, we won't work again."
So yes, their time together was ticked off by minutes.
The Impala pulled up beside an "abandoned" motel outside of Ashke, South Dakota. It was a little early in the night, not close to midnight but the stars had settled in. The moon was heavy in the sky, it's light giving them a clear view of the building. It was an elegant design for an old hotel, two stories high and a painted darkly. Long tinted windows, double doors. Gorgeous, really…even the crumbling damage on the edges wasn't enough to ruin it.
All four got out, Jensen keeping his eyes on the motel as the others dug through the trunk.
"Crosses, holy water, stakes all around" Dean passed around each item, nervous but excited "Carry all your normal weapons too. These fuckers are fast and deceitful, and tonight's their feeding night. They've got humans in there, and we can't let those bastards eat them."
Sam loaded his handgun with blessed silver bullets, passing out the same bullets to the others, "They're weaker when they're hungry, but more animalistic."
They took a few moments to strap on concealed knives and put stakes on their belts. Flasks were filled with holy water, and each got a single cross.
With a chain of nods, they went in.
Sam threw open the doors with a push of his mind, the locks stood no chance against his powers.
It was a normal hotel, a lobby and a staircase that led to the second floor. It seemed empty, though there was presence of life. The TV near the couches was turned on to Headline News. There was an open book on the counter, pages yellowed with age. Almost all the lights were blown out, not a single bulb lit on the ceiling or the chandelier. It wasn't dark by any means, for there were several wall lamps lit. Every other lamp cast a silver glow, soft enough not to hurt the vampires sensitive eyes.
"I say we take the hostages and get the fuck out" Sam suggested lowly "Burn this thing to the ground."
"Yeah" Dean nodded, skilled eyes roaming over every inch around him "Find the hostages then. Everyone take a hall, kick open every door you need to."
"Key doors?" Jensen questioned, receiving a nod "Ok. I call the first floor, right hallway."
Jared glanced up, "I've got second floor, left hall."
"First floor, left hall" the Winchesters chimed in, exchanging looks. They did a quick round of rock-paper-scissors, Dean grinned when he won.
"Scissors cuts the fuck out of paper. Second floor, Sammy."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
"Children" Jared jabbed, though he was smiling when he pulled out his bronze gun and cocked it "Guns ready?"
Dean snickered as the group complied, "Look at Super Hunter. Ya get a pair of wings and balls in that half-angel welcome basket?"
Jared rolled his eyes, "Your face, dude."
"Now who's the child, Jay?"
They split up, guns drawn and each going down their respective hallways.
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Jared cast a glance back down the hall, observing Sam ducking into one of the rooms. Great, hiding vampires. Jared crept down the carpeted hall, gun down at his side. He tuned his ears for hushed voices and rustling, but nothing came to him. Being supernaturally sensitive didn't help him when it came to vampires, since the bastards were once human. Demons and spirits gave off a vibe that made the skin between his shoulder blades itch, but vamps didn't touch his senses.
There was a creak, but he wrote it off as the building being old and misused. This was a mistake for the half-angel, for in the next moment cold fingertips dug into the back of his neck and yanked. Jared didn't even let out a yelp before another hand clamped over his mouth. He found himself pulled backwards into the room, the door smashing shut in front of his eyes. His gun was ripped from his hands before he could fire, several pairs of hands dragging him down to the floor.
Five vampires hovered around him, gazing down in bloodlust and pure need.
"Little hunter" one of the girls purred, pretty except her lack of tan and bruised eyes "Silly hunter."
They started to giggle at him, eyes flashing and they pet his skin. One of the older men got greedy, hands sneaking under his shirt. The man dipped his head down, licking a wet strip over his torso. The chill of his tongue caused Jared's stomach to turn.
He clenched his eyes shut and searched for strength, jolting when the felt he pure heat of the power inside him. Could he use his half-angel abilities in combat? Was he even aloud to do such a thing? Surely they wouldn't work under such conditions? Well, he could sure as hell try. He summoned up the unadulterated anger he had felt when he had burnt Xander and Sam, letting it go this once.
"I'm sick and tired of you monsters thinking you can manhandle me!" Jared yelled, the fingers in his hair twisting harder to expose his neck "I don't know what it is, but I'm not your plaything! I'm not the supernatural's bitch!"
Jared clenched his eyes shut, and when he reopened them…they glowed a beryl shade.
All five sets of hands ignited, the vampires screamed and pulled away as the flames licked at their skin. Jared got his bearings, seizing his gun off the floor and firing at the nearest one. A thin girl, not even eighteen, crumbled to dust before his eyes as he emptied an entire clip into her head.
The same handsy older man came at him, eyes flashing in the dim light and dark lips curled back in a snarl. The vampire high-kicked like a pro, the others laughing weakly when the empty gun flew from his hands. He lunged, and Jared did the only thing he could think of. The instinct came from deep within him, deeper than the Winchester hunting instincts.
Jared threw his hands up, his palms covering the vampire's face. His power pushed through, flowing through his fingertips and making them glow. The vamp screamed beneath his palm like old clay. Before he knew it, the man's face dissolved into ash beneath his hands and crumbled. The being's entire body cracked and broke, collapsing into a pile of pewter shaded ash at his feet.
Jared gaped up at the vampires, noting their looks of shock and awe. One of the women dropped to her knees, muttering something in Latin and closing her eyes. A sense of…something flowed through Jared at this. It felt as if he were being worshipped, admired…a God amongst vampires.
No, an Angel…a Half-Angel Among Commoners.
Jared didn't have to look at the wall to feel the shadows of his wings unfurl, a semi-relief. It felt amazing, almost as good as it would have felt to let them rip from his back. But here was not the place, he wouldn't put it past one of these fuckers to rip them from his back.
//Pfft…like I'd let them get close enough.//
"Shit" the only man left muttered, staggering back into the wall "It's not a hunter…it's an angel."
"A Hunter Angel" Jared cocked his head to the side, a wickedly deceitful smile splitting his face "Now on your knees where you belong, Filth."
The vampire and vampiress dropped to their knees on command..
The door suddenly flew open, revealing a dark eyes Sam with his hand raised. On pure instinct alone, Jared whipped towards the door and raised his own hand. The air sparked with the sudden clash of demon and angel, pitch eyes meeting glowing jouvence orbs. For a split second they almost lashed out at one another, but Jared gave in first and dropped his hand.
"Sammy" Jared softened his expression, relieved when his lover did the same "Watch me."
Jared turned to the last male vampire, the other two staring up at him in awe. Sam's eyes faded back to hazel as he observed, head cocked to the side. They widened in awe when his lover touched the man's forehead, ripping a hollow yell from his lips before he too crumpled to dust beneath his fingertips.
"I'm like Harry Potter" Jared held up his hands, palms forward and fingers wiggling. He got a blank look in return, he sighed and rolled his eyes. "Like when he fought Quirrell to get the Philosopher's Stone?"
Sam's let out a soft 'oh' when he realized what his lover was talking about. In the next second, his eyes darkened and his hand flew up. Jared staggered backwards at the wave of power, but it was not aimed at him. One of the vampiress', the one not gaping at the shadow of his wings on the wall, had lunged at him. She flew back mid-air, as if slapped with a giant hand, and was knocked into the wall.
Jared sneered, all but punching the vampire on the her knees in the head…she crumpled to dust with several whimpers hanging in the air.
Sam threw a stake, guiding it with his power and landing it right in the other girls heart.
Once the immediate danger was gone, the glow faded from Jared's eyes. He slumped, the shadows on the wall dissolving.
"I'm getting better at that" Jared stated absently, shrugging at the confused look he got from his lover "I've been practicing in my spare time."
Sam's lips quirked almost hungrily, "I can see that."
A startled, male scream came from below them, the lobby.
Jared snagged his gun off the floor, reloading it with trembling fingers.
"Shit" Sam muttered, peering down the hall just as four more vampires stumbled out of the room.
The others would have to wait a bit more.
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Dean kept his gun up and ready, jaw clenched. Vampires were a serious business, they weren't to be messed with. A nest could be five vampires or five dozen, it all depended. They had to be ready for anything, for any number. There were only four of them after all…but Sam was kind of like two people and he trusted the hunter/actors to hold their own.
Dean paused when he heard movement behind the third door, number 231. He held the gun up to the door, narrowing his eyes. There was a scuttle and a groaned "I'm hungry", then a long pause before a hiss of "A hunter…four hunters!"
Dean kicked in the door, immediately spotting the bodies and firing thrice. He charged in, immediately set upon by one of the maimed females. Two bullets sent her on her ass, the other two shaking the stun. He pulled out a stake and straddled her, ignoring her bucking body in favor of stabbing her through. She jerked, but crumpled into ash beneath him.
Before he could celebrate, a solid forearm clamped over his neck and pulled. He staggered for just a moment, then growled and back-stabbed. The male vampire behind him screamed when the wood went through his stomach, but disappeared into nothingness when Dean tilted the stake and pushed higher into his blackened heart.
He snagged his gun off the floor, turning and firing his remaining rounds into the last vampiress' head before she could complete her lunge. She stumbled, wide-eyed and paralyzed. That is, until he stabbed out with his stake.
A scream reverberated from down the hall, from the lobby…
Dean reloaded, then cautiously left the room.
TBC
'Cause tonight…it's all about us