Title: One Soul Condemned To Heaven And Hell {50-60}
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!!!! Major spoilers for "Salvation"
(AN: I twisted around Meg's story here. They met her, but remember when she fell out the window? Yeah, she didn't exactly die when she fell out the window…but her vessel did, get it? That's very important. I actually liked her brother more, he was kind of cute. It's not that I hate Meg or anything, it's just that I didn't want her or Ruby in my story. Why? Cause they fuck with my plotline.)
They were all bunkered in a cheap motel on the outskirts of town, planning. Dean was sitting on the bed nearest the door, his father seated on the other one with his face in his hands. Sam was in one of the chairs by the small kitchen space, Jared behind him. The half-angel massaged his lover's temples, his own head pounding from the repercussions of his visions.
Sam moaned, rolling his head back as those expert fingers worked the tension out of the corded muscles down the line of his neck as well.
"A vision?" John inquired, disbelieving.
Sam sighed, "Yes. I saw the demon…burning a woman on the ceiling."
"Okay" John was struggling to keep up "And you think it's going to happen to this woman you met because…?"
"Because these things happen exactly the way I see them" Sam replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
John put his mouth to his inter-laced fingers, trying to comprehend what this meant.
"Yeah, they started out as nightmares…" Dean began, standing up and taking his empty coffee cup over to the sink "And then he started having them while he was awake."
"Yeah" Sam rolled back into his lover's touch, tension leaking out of his muscles "It's like -- I don't know. It's like the closer I get to anything involving the demon, the stronger the visions get."
//Let's not forget the fact that you use Jared to power boost// Jensen's inner tone was sour, he himself was leaning against the door and trying to stay out of he way in the small room //But John doesn't know how strong you are, does he Sam? Nope.//
"Alright, when were you going to tell me about this?" John sat up straighter, looking at his oldest son. Dean turned and gave his father a look, as did Sam and Jared.
"We didn't know what it meant" Dean lied off handedly "Sam's…pretty strong now. We thought it was just like his other stuff."
"Alright, when something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and call me" John snapped at his oldest.
Jensen shut his eyes tightly, knowing what was about to come.
"Call you?" Dean turned completely, making his way around Sam and Jared to get closer to his father "Are you kidding me? Dad…I called you from Lawrence. All right? Sam called you when I was dying. I mean…before three months ago, Dad, I had a better chance of winning the lottery than getting you on the phone. The reason I didn't call is the same reason we didn't call when I got ghost sickness, or Sam lost his memory, or when we met Jared and Jensen, when Sam started developing these fucked up demon powers, or any of the shit that happened. We figured you were too busy for us, so we just stopped trying Dad."
Jared's hands dropped to Sam's shoulders, offering silent support.
Sam dropped his gaze from his dad's, unable to meet those dark eyes.
"Dean…" Jensen began to protest.
"No, Hollywood, he's right" John's lips quirked up at his oldest "Although I'm not real crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right Dean. I'm sorry I haven't been more available."
Dean was satisfied with this, but he needed more coffee if he was going to hold his tongue.
"Look guys, visions or no visions…the fact is, we know this demon's coming tonight" Sam sat forward, thankful that his migraine had died down to a mild ache "And this family's going to go through the same hell we did."
"No they're not" John stated with conviction "No one is, ever again."
Sam's phone rang shrilly, startling Jensen so bad he jolted the door. Dean grinned at his lover from behind the rim of his refilled coffee mug, getting a half-hearted glare in return. Jared reached into their duffle and pulled out the phone, handing it to his lover.
"Thanks" Sam brushed a kiss along the back of the actor's hand, taking the phone and putting it to his ear "Hello?"
"Sam?"
Sam's brow furrowed at the masculine voice, "Who is this?"
"Think real hard, it might come to you" the man sounded as if he were scowling "You killed my sister…you knew her as Meg."
"Meg?" the name sparked hatred and curiosity from his father and brother "Meg was…your sister?"
"I'm Tom, her big brother" the man chuckled bitterly "You broke her body up pretty good…and I bet you thought it was over, didn't you?"
"It was a seven-story drop" Sam scoffed "Forgive me if I thought it would be that easy."
"Let me speak to your dad."
"My dad?" Sam feigned innocence "I don't know where my dad is."
"Listen here, Sammy-boy" Tom's voice grew sharp-edged "I know what you've been up to. I know about Ryanimay. I know about Jared's wings, and I know that you've had his blood on your tongue. Just because you're juiced doesn't mean you're invincible."
Sam's eyes flickered, "But I'm pretty damn close."
"You'll never reach full potential as long as Azazel lives, no matter how much of your lover you suck down" Tom sighed in a whiny manner "It's time for the grown-ups to talk, Sam. Let me speak to him now."
Sam and John shared a look, his son gave over the phone reluctantly. He glanced between both his boys, then turned and put the phone to his ear.
"This is John."
" 'Sup John? I'm Tom. Your boys took out my sister, and I'm a little pissed about it. Get on your knees and thank whatever God you pray to that I haven't killed them or their whores. Coincidentally, I'm also the one who watched Jim Murphy choke to death on his own blood."
Dark eyes went wide.
"Still there, Johnny?"
John's features hardened, "I'm still here."
"Well that was yesterday. Today I'm in Lincoln…visiting another old friend of yours. Oh, look…he wants to say hi."
There was a gasp over the line, followed by, "John, whatever they do, don't give-!"
The voice cut off, but it was enough.
"Caleb?" John barked "Caleb. You listen to me. He's got nothing to do with anything, you let him go."
"We know you have the Colt, John" Tom stated lowly "We know because you're a fool and you gave it to your boys to take care of. And, well…that haven't been subtle with it. Just four or so months ago they shot a little old witch with it. I say you made some mistakes in it's keeping, huh?"
John turned and gave his boys a hard look, then turned back towards the window, "I…don't have a clue what you're talking about."
"Oh! You wanna play it like that? Okay…listen to this."
There was a choke over the line, then some wet gurgling. John winced and gagged a little, knowing exactly what he was hearing. He happened to glance over enough to see Jensen, the boy was giving him such a sympathetic look…it made his heart hurt.
"You hear that?" Tom's voice broke him away from those thoughts, eyes going back to the rain spattered window "That's the sound of Caleb dieing…a lot like Jim did, actually. Wanna try that again?"
John didn't say a word.
"By taking the Colt with intentions to kill Azazel, you've just declared war. Sides are picked, casualty quotas must be made. Weapons cleaned and passed around, spoils are consumed" there was a wet sound, then a satisfied moan "And this is what war looks like."
John grit his teeth, "I'm gonna kill you. You know that, dontcha?"
"Oh John" Tom sighed "Mind your blood pressure, huh?"
John ran a hand over his face, heart beating a thunderous rhythm in his chest.
"I'm going to keep doing what I'm doing. And you're friends…anyone who's ever helped you, fed you, given you shelter…anyone you've ever loved will die. Unless, of course, you hand over the gun."
John heaved a sigh, four pairs of eager eyes locked on him as he paced past the beds again.
"I'm waiting, Mr. Winchester. I could start humming the Jeopardy song, if that'll help you think faster. Really, it's no trouble."
"Okay" John's voice was a rough admittance.
"What was that? I can't quite hear you past the roar of your heartbeat."
"I said ok" John spoke up, ready to start gnashing his teeth "I'll bring you the Colt."
"There's a warehouse in Lincoln…on the corner of Wabash and Lake. You're gonna meet me there."
John shook his head, "It's gonna take me about a day's drive to get there."
Tom tisked, "Meet me there at midnight…tonight. Don't bother bringing flowers, I'm a cheap date."
"Funny" the Winchester scowled "That's impossible, I can't get there in time. And I can't just carry a gun on a plane."
"Oh, so sorry" Tom was filled with faux-remorse "For your friends, that is. 'Cause every one of them I can reach before you get here, I will kill. Maybe I can even reach Ellen and Jo…wanna find out?"
"I'll get there" John rushed out, heart stopping for a moment at Ellen's name (cause who really gives a fuck about Jo? I mean, honestly.)
"Good" Tom made a sound as if he'd almost forgot something "Oh! And John? If you do decide to come, bring Jensen. Don't pull that bullshit and say you don't have him. Leave your oldest, the demon, and the half-angel bitch behind."
This threw John off completely, he turned on his heels to stare at the Texan (the one leaning so innocently against the door and cocking his head to the side at his wild look), "Why Jensen?"
Dean nearly cracked the thick ceramic of his coffee cup at his lover's name.
"Because he's easy to talk to and has a pretty mouth" Tom replied sarcastically "Because I said so, John."
"No, that's a deal breaker" John stated firmly "I'm-"
"You come alone and I'm going after Bobby Singer whether you're on your knees offering me the Colt or not! Don't push me, John Winchester, I am not a patient man!"
The demon dry himself back in with a sigh, humor dancing in his voice, "…of course, I'm not really a man at all, am I?"
John bit his tongue and brought down his voice, "Fine. I'll bring him."
"Such a good boy" Tom purred "If I smell even a hint of the others, you're all dead."
The line went dead right there.
()
"So you encountered this Meg before?" John asked his boys.
"Well, yeah, she was the one who tried to set a trap for you last time" Sam explained "About two years ago, remember? With the Devea?"
"Oh, yeah, the blonde bitch" John grunted "Sounds like she's still alive somewhere."
"Great" Dean scowled.
"Do you think he's a demon too?" Sam asked.
"Either that, or he's like Meg and is possessed by one" John stated "It doesn't really matter."
"What do we do?" Jared asked, knowing it needed to be said.
"I'm going to Lincoln" John glanced back at Jensen, who stepped away from the door and closer to the group "And Jensen's going with me."
"What?" Dean snapped, pushing past Sam to look his father in the eye "You're not going anywhere, and you're sure as Hell not takin' him with you."
"Doesn't seem like I have much of a choice, Dean" John explained carefully "If I don't go, a lot of people are going to die. And if I don't take Jensen…he's going straight for Bobby, then Ellen, then Jo…then everyone else we've ever known. And when he's done, then he'll take the Colt from us."
"Dad, the demon is coming for Monica and her family tonight" Sam emphasized "The gun is all we got. You can't just hand it over."
"Who said anything about handing it over?" John scoffed "Besides us and a couple of vampires, no one's really seen the gun. No one really knows what it looks like."
"So, what?" Dean tisked, voice edgy "You just gonna pick up a ringer at a pawn shop?"
"Antique store, actually" John corrected.
Dean was getting more pissed by the second, "You're gonna hand Meg's psycho just-as-evil brother a fake gun and hope he doesn't notice?"
"Look, as long as it's close…he's not gonna be able to tell the difference."
"Yeah, but for how long?" Dean snapped "What happens when he figures it out? How the hell are you gonna protect Jensen?"
"I can handle myself" Jensen stepped up to John's side, nudging his shoulder lightly with his own "I'll go with ya, John…no fight."
"Thanks, Hollywood" John nudged him back lightly, then looked back at his son "Someone's got the right attitude. I just need to buy a few hours, that's all."
Something clicked in Sam's head, "For Dean and I."
Dean looked between his brother and his dad, "No."
"You want us to stay here…and kill this demon by ourselves?"
"No!" Dean protested more vehemently.
"No Sam" John looked his youngest boys right in the eyes, sounding rueful "I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school. I want all your souls free from Hell. I want Jared to have his wings back. I want Jensen back on the big screen like he was born to be. I want…I want Dean to have a home!"
Jared positively seethed, //I still have my wings, Goddamnit.//
John turned away towards the window, fighting back tears that were usually so easy to push down.
"I want Mary alive" John fuckin' sniffled, turning back to his boys with red-tinged eyes "I just -- I just want this to be over. And Dean…you're just gonna have 'ta trust me and Jensen with this. 'Cause if we don't show up alone, we're both dead right there."
Dean walked past his dad, taking his lover by the arm and closer to the door. He peered down into Jensen's sweet face, seeing the determination in every pore of him.
"You don't have to go, honey" Dean stated lowly, not even sparing his father a glance as he cupped his lover's jaw "We can say 'fuck it all' and leave right now. I'm not gonna make you go to some spa-dunk town and put yourself in danger while I have to stay here and fight this demon."
Jensen rubbed into the touch, meeting the Winchester's eyes, "I want to do this."
"My Jen" Dean bussed a sweet kiss on his forehead, then his lips "Ok, whatever you want."
Jensen pulled away from Dean reluctantly, raising his chin a bit when he turned to John, "Let's get a copy of this gun and head out as fast as possible."
A sad smile curled John's lips, "That's my boy."
()()()
Jensen strapped his knife into his boot and hid his ebony-handled .45 in the back of his pants (safety on of course.) Sam and John were loading up as well, flanking him on either side of the truck's trunk. Jared was leaning against the right side of the rear, thumbs hooked in the front pockets of his jeans. Jensen glanced up at his best friend, then passed Sam to get to him.
"Jay?"
"Why can't I go?" Jared whined "I'm just as useful as you! I could help!"
"He knows what'll happen if you come" John pointed out "If the stories are true about half-angel's, one touch and he's dust."
Jensen turned from his best friend, understanding his nerves. If Jared was going to go alone, he would be pissed and antsy about it too. He scrubbed a hand through his hair, cursing the light drizzle that kept his skin damp and itchy.
"You guys will show him" Sam gave his dad a half-hearted smile "Two hunters are formidable, whether they're human or not."
John pat him on the shoulder, agreement in his expression.
The Impala pulled around the bend, coming further up the dirt road to park in front of them. Sam watched the car, apprehension twisting knots in his gut. Dean killed the engine, then got out and came over. John locked up the trunk, then turned to his oldest.
"Did you get it?"
Dean pulled a paper bag out from inside his coat, looking down at it briefly before putting it in his father's hand. John sighed in satisfaction, pulling the gun out from the worn brown folds. It looked completely identical to the actual Colt, same exact style and coloring.
"You know this is a trap, don't you?" Dean stated, giving his dad a 'I can't believe you're doing this' look "For you and for Jen. That's why Tom is so pissed. He should be asking for Sam and I, but he's not. He can't just want revenge…he's got something planned."
"I can handle him" John stated "I got a whole arsenal. Right Hollywood?"
"Holy water, cunning, Mandaic amulets, charm, devilishly good looks on my part" Jensen shrugged "We'll be fine."
John scoffed at him, shaking his head.
"Dad…" Dean gave his lover a look, sobering him.
"What?" the oldest Winchester inquired.
"Promise me something" Dean half pleaded "This thing goes south…just get the hell out. No heroic death, no self-sacrifice, just get out. For both your sakes, ok? It's not just you out there, it's Jensen. Don't get yourself killed, all right? You're no good to us dead."
"Same goes for you" John replied, getting a nod in return "Ok, listen to me on this."
John pulled out the real Colt, showing it off, "There's only one bullet left in this thing. Without it, this gun is useless. One shot…make it count."
Sam eyed the gun hungrily, knowing it could do the one thing he couldn't yet, "Yes sir."
"I've been waiting a long time for this fight" John tore his gaze from the gun, looking between his sons "Now it's here, and I'm not gonna be in it. It's up to you boys. It's your fight. You finish this. You finish what I started. You understand?"
Sam nodded when he caught his dad's gaze, but his brow creased when the gun was handed to Dean instead. He forced himself to calm down when he realized his dad didn't know about his power, and he got the urge to tell him. Jared made a move out of John's range of vision, giving the youngest Winchester a stern look. Sam sighed, he knew he couldn't say a word.
Their dad didn't need that on his shoulders.
"We'll see you soon, Dad" Sam smiled a bit.
"Yeah, see you later" John clapped a hand on his youngest son's shoulder, lips quirking. He exchanged a nod with his oldest, then walked around his truck to his driver's side door. Jared stepped away from the truck, making his way to the Impala.
Jensen was about to make his way to the passenger side, but was stopped by his lover's voice.
"Honey, come 'ere."
Jensen walked over, flushing when he realized John was watching them through the rear-view mirror.
"Jen" Dean hooked an arm hooked an arm around the dip of his lower back, pulling him close to briefly brush their cheeks "Take care of yourself, ok? Do what my dad says, he'll get you out alive."
"Ok, Dee" Jensen flushed even darker when Dean took his mouth fiercely, his calloused palm cupping the base of his skull and pulling him harder into the kiss. He was claimed, a hot tongue sweeping through his mouth and tasting him so completely. Dean ripped himself away reluctantly, breaking all contact before he couldn't do it.
"Go" Dean gestured with his chin " 'Cause I am five seconds away from taking you out of here."
Jensen nodded, backing up slowly before turning around and slipping inside the truck.
John revved the engine, and the truck pulled away just like that.
Sam, Jared, and Dean watched the dark truck go down the mud road…soon disappearing around the bend.
"We'll see them later" Jared stated, confident.
Dean nodded, "Later."
TBC
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