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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2008-02-22 10:47 am
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SPN - Alpha and Omega (2/?)
Fandom: Supernautral
Title: Alpha and Omega
Chapter Title: Chapter 1: Where in the World isCarmen Sandiego Bela Talbot?
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters: Ensemble, gen, no pairings.
Content Warning: Spoilers through 312: Jus en Bello.
Summary: Dean and Sam try to figure out their next move in search of the Colt.
Author's Note: While this still departs from canon at 310: Dream a Little Dream of me, I will be including some bits of canon that were revealed in last nights episode, hence the change in the spoiler warning, but there are none of those in this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Prologue: Blow Gabriel, Blow
“Any word on Bela?” Dean asked as he dropped down on the motel room bed next to his brother. It had been a few days since Bela had taken off with the Colt, and the boys had spent that time trying to follow her trail, but so far they’d had no luck.
“Nothing so far,” Sam sighed. “Bobby hasn’t heard anything and neither have any of his contacts. She’s still in the wind.”
Dean sighed heavily as he collapsed back on the bed, lacing his fingers behind his head. “Who could she have possibly wanted to sell that to? I mean, how many people know this gun even exists?”
“A demon maybe?” Sam said with a shrug. “But I think the bigger question is what they have to offer her.”
“Who cares?” Dean replied. “If it is a demon, they’ll probably double-cross her anyway, and she’ll be out of our hair sooner than she thinks. What we have to figure out is which freakin’ demon she decided to sell it too.”
“It could be—” Sam began, but his voice trailed off after the end, not finishing the sentence. Dean looked over at him from where he was sitting, waiting for Sam to finish his thought, but when that didn’t happen, he started to get frustrated.
“Could be what, Sam?” he growled, giving his brother a look.
“Before you and Ruby showed up during the witch case, the demon said something about a new demon leader in the west,” Sam admitted. “Someone the demons were binding behind as their Antichrist. Bela could have sold the gun to him.”
“Didn’t think to mention that little fact before, Sam,” Dean glared, inching forward on the bed. “You ever think that this guy might, I don’t know, come after you now that he has the gun and the advantage?”
“I was thinking that. But you think that if Bela had sold the gun to him, he would have attacked by now.”
“Might be waiting for you to come to him,” Dean replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Which he’s going to get if that’s where Bela took the gun.”
Sam sighed heavily, before leaning back in his chair, tapping his pen against the table. “I still don’t get why Bela would be working for demons. She has to know that they aren’t going to follow through on their end.”
“If she’s greedy and stupid enough to fall for it, then that’s her own damn fault,” Dean replied, giving his brother a look. “We’re not saving her ass again. Not this time.”
“I agree,” Sam sighed. “But if we don’t find her, how’re we supposed to get the Colt back.”
“I don’t know,” Dean shook his head, rubbing his forehead lightly. “We never should have called her to begin with.”
“We never should have left the Colt in the motel room safe.”
“Well, where were we supposed to put it? It’s not like we could take it with us.”
“Good point.”
“So what do we do now? We just wait, see if anyone hears anything?”
Dean was quiet for a moment, before shifting to grab his phone out of his pocket. “I’m calling Bobby again, see if he’s heard anything.”
“I’ll start running down all the other contacts again.” Sam turned back to the computer and just as he was about to pick the phone up, he felt it start to vibrate in his hands. He picked up almost instantly, without bothering to look at the caller ID. “Yeah?”
“Sam, its Tamara.”
“Tamara, hey—thanks for calling me back.”
“Just wanted to let you know that one of my contacts saw Bela heading for the Mexican border. Towards a small town outside of Tijuana.”
“Tijuana, got it. Thanks, Tamara, I owe ya one.”
“Not a problem. Me and my partner are going to stick around down here and keep an eye on her. I’ll call you if anything changes.”
“Thanks again,” Sam nodded, before hanging up and starting to pack. “Tamara said one of her contacts spotted Bela heading for the Mexican border, aiming towards a small town outside of Tijuana.”
“Mexico?” Dean frowned. “Who’s in Mexico?”
“They didn’t know and neither do I,” Sam replied. “But they said they’ll keep me posted if anything changes.”
“Well, let’s hope that’s where she’s actually getting rid of it, rather than just her stopping for a pit stop.”
“Even if it is, at least we know which direction she’s heading in now. And we’ve got someone keeping an eye on her.”
Dean nodded, before getting up and starting to pack himself. “I’m surprised she actually let herself get seen. That doesn’t sound like her at all.”
“Maybe something bigger’s goin’ on,” Sam said with a shrug. “And the demon wants to make sure we come to them?”
Dean shook his head slowly, running a hand through his hair. “I feel like we’re playing right into their hands.”
“Well, what other choice do we have?” Sam said with a sigh. “She’s backed us into a corner.”
“I know,” Dean growled. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
Sam sighed heavily, before shaking his head and throwing his bag over his shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go—we don’t want to waist any more time than we already have.”
Dean nodded before following in suit, throwing the bag over his own shoulder and heading out to the car, ready to race into the night.
***
Bela stepped into the small cantina and looked around for a moment, before walking over to the bar and ordering herself a drink. This wasn’t the kind of place where she wanted to loiter for long, but she had business to attend to, and here was the decided place to attend to it. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was going through all this trouble, making sure she was followed to Mexico, instead of just disappearing like she usually did. But this was what the client wanted and what the client wanted, the client got.
She was halfway finished with her drink, before she felt someone slide up onto the stool next to her. She didn’t turn to look at who it was, just waited until the woman spoke to her before responding herself.
“You’re early.”
“I like to get things like this done and over with,” Bela replied, continuing to keep her eyes straight ahead.
“I agree.” Bela finally turned her eyes to meet the demon’s at that, and Amy raised an eyebrow, resting her elbow on the ledge. “So shall we get this over with? Where’s my gun?”
“First, show me the money,” Bela replied firmly. “I want to make sure you keep up your end of the bargain.”
“What, bella?” Amy smirked, her voice lilting up slightly at the Italian play on the woman’s name. “You don’t trust me?”
“I’ve played entirely by your rules thus far,” Bela sighed. “I came all the way down here, I made sure I was followed—I want to make sure that if I’ve gone through all this trouble, you’ll keep up your end of the deal.”
“Fine,” Amy replied, before holding up her hand and snapping her wrist slightly, letting a contract drop down from her hand. Flames crept up the bottom of the document, before it was engulfed and disappeared into a puff of smoke. “I am a demon of my word after all.”
“Good,” Bela replied with a nod, before pulling the Colt out of her bag, and handing it over to Amy. She felt Amy’s fingers wrap around the handle, and Bela tightened her grip on the barrel of the gun. “And there’s no reneging on this, right? Once that contract is burned, there’s no going back?”
“I am a demon of my word,” Amy sighed. “There’s no reneging.”
“Good,” Bela sighed, before finally letting go of the gun. She finished the rest of her drink, dropping the money for it on the bar before getting up and making her way out of the room. “Nice doing business with you.”
“Likewise,” Amy replied, tilting the barrel in her hands as she studied the weapon, eyes drifting over the engravings carefully. Bela had almost made it to the door, before she turned around again to face Amy, hand on her hip.
“Why was I followed?”
Amy looked up in confusion. “I’m sorry?”
“Why did I have to make sure I was followed?” Bela repeated, slightly annoyed and adding that emphasis to the words.
The demon smirked slightly, before pushing herself off the stool. “Come on now, honey. You’re a smart little girl. Why do you think I wanted you followed?”
Bela’s lips thinned and she raised an eyebrow. “You want the Winchesters. If you wanted them so badly, why didn’t you just go to them yourself?”
“Because I didn’t know I wanted them until after you already had the gun,” Amy replied. “Plans change. That, and I don’t like doing business on their terms. That’s never any fun.”
“I see,” Bela nodded, still clearly annoyed, but not going to debate it any longer. “Well, seems as though we’re done then.”
“Whatever you say, bella,” Amy sighed, turning her eyes back towards the gun as Bela made her way out the door. Red eyes followed the lines of the weapon, wondering how long it would be before the Winchesters arrived right at her front door.
Title: Alpha and Omega
Chapter Title: Chapter 1: Where in the World is
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters: Ensemble, gen, no pairings.
Content Warning: Spoilers through 312: Jus en Bello.
Summary: Dean and Sam try to figure out their next move in search of the Colt.
Author's Note: While this still departs from canon at 310: Dream a Little Dream of me, I will be including some bits of canon that were revealed in last nights episode, hence the change in the spoiler warning, but there are none of those in this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Prologue: Blow Gabriel, Blow
“Any word on Bela?” Dean asked as he dropped down on the motel room bed next to his brother. It had been a few days since Bela had taken off with the Colt, and the boys had spent that time trying to follow her trail, but so far they’d had no luck.
“Nothing so far,” Sam sighed. “Bobby hasn’t heard anything and neither have any of his contacts. She’s still in the wind.”
Dean sighed heavily as he collapsed back on the bed, lacing his fingers behind his head. “Who could she have possibly wanted to sell that to? I mean, how many people know this gun even exists?”
“A demon maybe?” Sam said with a shrug. “But I think the bigger question is what they have to offer her.”
“Who cares?” Dean replied. “If it is a demon, they’ll probably double-cross her anyway, and she’ll be out of our hair sooner than she thinks. What we have to figure out is which freakin’ demon she decided to sell it too.”
“It could be—” Sam began, but his voice trailed off after the end, not finishing the sentence. Dean looked over at him from where he was sitting, waiting for Sam to finish his thought, but when that didn’t happen, he started to get frustrated.
“Could be what, Sam?” he growled, giving his brother a look.
“Before you and Ruby showed up during the witch case, the demon said something about a new demon leader in the west,” Sam admitted. “Someone the demons were binding behind as their Antichrist. Bela could have sold the gun to him.”
“Didn’t think to mention that little fact before, Sam,” Dean glared, inching forward on the bed. “You ever think that this guy might, I don’t know, come after you now that he has the gun and the advantage?”
“I was thinking that. But you think that if Bela had sold the gun to him, he would have attacked by now.”
“Might be waiting for you to come to him,” Dean replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Which he’s going to get if that’s where Bela took the gun.”
Sam sighed heavily, before leaning back in his chair, tapping his pen against the table. “I still don’t get why Bela would be working for demons. She has to know that they aren’t going to follow through on their end.”
“If she’s greedy and stupid enough to fall for it, then that’s her own damn fault,” Dean replied, giving his brother a look. “We’re not saving her ass again. Not this time.”
“I agree,” Sam sighed. “But if we don’t find her, how’re we supposed to get the Colt back.”
“I don’t know,” Dean shook his head, rubbing his forehead lightly. “We never should have called her to begin with.”
“We never should have left the Colt in the motel room safe.”
“Well, where were we supposed to put it? It’s not like we could take it with us.”
“Good point.”
“So what do we do now? We just wait, see if anyone hears anything?”
Dean was quiet for a moment, before shifting to grab his phone out of his pocket. “I’m calling Bobby again, see if he’s heard anything.”
“I’ll start running down all the other contacts again.” Sam turned back to the computer and just as he was about to pick the phone up, he felt it start to vibrate in his hands. He picked up almost instantly, without bothering to look at the caller ID. “Yeah?”
“Sam, its Tamara.”
“Tamara, hey—thanks for calling me back.”
“Just wanted to let you know that one of my contacts saw Bela heading for the Mexican border. Towards a small town outside of Tijuana.”
“Tijuana, got it. Thanks, Tamara, I owe ya one.”
“Not a problem. Me and my partner are going to stick around down here and keep an eye on her. I’ll call you if anything changes.”
“Thanks again,” Sam nodded, before hanging up and starting to pack. “Tamara said one of her contacts spotted Bela heading for the Mexican border, aiming towards a small town outside of Tijuana.”
“Mexico?” Dean frowned. “Who’s in Mexico?”
“They didn’t know and neither do I,” Sam replied. “But they said they’ll keep me posted if anything changes.”
“Well, let’s hope that’s where she’s actually getting rid of it, rather than just her stopping for a pit stop.”
“Even if it is, at least we know which direction she’s heading in now. And we’ve got someone keeping an eye on her.”
Dean nodded, before getting up and starting to pack himself. “I’m surprised she actually let herself get seen. That doesn’t sound like her at all.”
“Maybe something bigger’s goin’ on,” Sam said with a shrug. “And the demon wants to make sure we come to them?”
Dean shook his head slowly, running a hand through his hair. “I feel like we’re playing right into their hands.”
“Well, what other choice do we have?” Sam said with a sigh. “She’s backed us into a corner.”
“I know,” Dean growled. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
Sam sighed heavily, before shaking his head and throwing his bag over his shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go—we don’t want to waist any more time than we already have.”
Dean nodded before following in suit, throwing the bag over his own shoulder and heading out to the car, ready to race into the night.
***
Bela stepped into the small cantina and looked around for a moment, before walking over to the bar and ordering herself a drink. This wasn’t the kind of place where she wanted to loiter for long, but she had business to attend to, and here was the decided place to attend to it. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was going through all this trouble, making sure she was followed to Mexico, instead of just disappearing like she usually did. But this was what the client wanted and what the client wanted, the client got.
She was halfway finished with her drink, before she felt someone slide up onto the stool next to her. She didn’t turn to look at who it was, just waited until the woman spoke to her before responding herself.
“You’re early.”
“I like to get things like this done and over with,” Bela replied, continuing to keep her eyes straight ahead.
“I agree.” Bela finally turned her eyes to meet the demon’s at that, and Amy raised an eyebrow, resting her elbow on the ledge. “So shall we get this over with? Where’s my gun?”
“First, show me the money,” Bela replied firmly. “I want to make sure you keep up your end of the bargain.”
“What, bella?” Amy smirked, her voice lilting up slightly at the Italian play on the woman’s name. “You don’t trust me?”
“I’ve played entirely by your rules thus far,” Bela sighed. “I came all the way down here, I made sure I was followed—I want to make sure that if I’ve gone through all this trouble, you’ll keep up your end of the deal.”
“Fine,” Amy replied, before holding up her hand and snapping her wrist slightly, letting a contract drop down from her hand. Flames crept up the bottom of the document, before it was engulfed and disappeared into a puff of smoke. “I am a demon of my word after all.”
“Good,” Bela replied with a nod, before pulling the Colt out of her bag, and handing it over to Amy. She felt Amy’s fingers wrap around the handle, and Bela tightened her grip on the barrel of the gun. “And there’s no reneging on this, right? Once that contract is burned, there’s no going back?”
“I am a demon of my word,” Amy sighed. “There’s no reneging.”
“Good,” Bela sighed, before finally letting go of the gun. She finished the rest of her drink, dropping the money for it on the bar before getting up and making her way out of the room. “Nice doing business with you.”
“Likewise,” Amy replied, tilting the barrel in her hands as she studied the weapon, eyes drifting over the engravings carefully. Bela had almost made it to the door, before she turned around again to face Amy, hand on her hip.
“Why was I followed?”
Amy looked up in confusion. “I’m sorry?”
“Why did I have to make sure I was followed?” Bela repeated, slightly annoyed and adding that emphasis to the words.
The demon smirked slightly, before pushing herself off the stool. “Come on now, honey. You’re a smart little girl. Why do you think I wanted you followed?”
Bela’s lips thinned and she raised an eyebrow. “You want the Winchesters. If you wanted them so badly, why didn’t you just go to them yourself?”
“Because I didn’t know I wanted them until after you already had the gun,” Amy replied. “Plans change. That, and I don’t like doing business on their terms. That’s never any fun.”
“I see,” Bela nodded, still clearly annoyed, but not going to debate it any longer. “Well, seems as though we’re done then.”
“Whatever you say, bella,” Amy sighed, turning her eyes back towards the gun as Bela made her way out the door. Red eyes followed the lines of the weapon, wondering how long it would be before the Winchesters arrived right at her front door.
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