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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-06-03 02:23 pm
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Sam - Early One Morning
Fandom: CSI:NY/Supernatural/Buffyverse
Title: Early One Morning
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Faith Lehane, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Spike, and a special guest star.
Content Warning: Spoilers through 510: Abandon All Hope.
Summary: Sam was trying to build trust.
Author’s Note: Part of my Devil Town series . Set after “In Interrogation.” No prompts for this one, just something that needed to get out before I wrote my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tamingthemuse prompt for this week.
Disclaimer: I do not own. They all belong to Joss, Zukier and Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Sam was trying to build trust.
It was clear now that these people were people they needed on their side. People who were trying to get something out of you weren’t willing to go to jail in order to get it, so either these people were very committed con artists, or they were the real deal and Sam was willing to do whatever it took to show that he was willing to protect them as well. Which meant that digging Faith and Wesley out of wherever the NYPD had stuck them before the FBI happened to land on the scene.
Thankfully, he had Castiel for that.
Detective Flack was left slumped over the table, and Wesley was gone before Detective Monroe came back, and while Wesley was sure that that could have forced them to burn a useful ally, he wasn’t sure they had had much of a choice. They needed to get out, to find his brother, and to figure out what the hell was going on, and from the look on Wesley’s face, it didn’t seem like this was a good thing. Sam was really starting to get sick of everything in his life being not a good thing.
They used Castiel to track down Spike, given that Dean couldn’t be tracked in the same way, and within moments they were landing on the front lawn of his safe house, looking confused at the domesticity of it all. He wouldn’t have taken Spike for the lawn gnome type. The minute Castiel stepped forward and got a wooden spike right through the chest where his heart would be, Sam knew that he should have figured that they were boogey trapped gnomes. Spike, apparently, was a lot of things, but stupid wasn’t of one them. The minute his set up was triggered, the vampire was running out of the house, cigarette between his lips and shotgun in hand. When he saw who it was, he immediately dropped the gun and gave them a smirk.
“Oh, it’s you lot. ‘Bout bloody time.”
“Shut up, Spike,” Faith snapped, before glaring at him. “Gonna let us in or what?”
Spike rolled his eyes back at her, waving a hand for them to get closer. “C’mon up. I ordered pizza.”
The group moved forward heading onto the porch and Sam helped Castiel pull the stake out of his chest. Faith then tossed her phone in Spike’s direction with a sigh. “Call your girlfriend, before she has a conniption and gets the rest of us convicted for your murder.”
“Bet it was that brother o’ hers, wasn’ it? Real nice bloke, he is.”
“Whatever—I just don’t want to go back to jail when the guy I’m accused of killing is still alive.”
Sam shook his head as he followed them into the house, looking around for any more booby traps as he went. “Where’s my brother?”
“Kitchen,” Spike replied as he put the phone to his ear and turned away from the group. They continued to make their way inside, and found Dean in the kitchen, sitting at the kitchen table and eating a piece of pizza.
“How’d it go?”
“It sucked,” Sam sighed as he plopped down across from him, reaching for a slice of pizza. “I spent three hours getting interrogated by Hendrickson two-point-oh. How were things here?”
“Not bad,” Dean shrugged. “Spike’s actually a pretty decent guy.”
“Good to know,” Sam sighed, before taking a bite. As the conversation died, Dean started whistling to himself quietly, a tune that Sam didn’t recognize. Which was odd, considering Dean only had one style of music and Sam had heard all the songs twenty times over. But this tune sounded—older. Almost folky. “Dude, what’re you whistling?”
He paused for a moment, before shrugging. “Something that just came to me. I dunno, must have heard it somewhere.”
Sam brushed it off, going back his food and not looking up again until Castiel came into the room. Dean met the angel’s eyes dead on, and Castiel stared back for a moment, his head tilted as though he was trying to figure something out. Dean raised his eyebrows back at the angel.
“Can I help you, Cas?”
“Maybe,” the angel replied slowly. “Maybe not.” He took a step forward, hesitantly, placing himself between Dean and Sam as he studied Dean.
“Cas?” Sam asked, confused. “Everything okay?”
“I’m not sure.”
Dean just rolled his eyes and went back to his pizza, humming to himself as he did. “Oh, don’t deceive me, oh never leave me … how could you use a poor maid so.”
“Bloody hell.”
Sam’s head snapped around to see Spike and Faith standing there, Spike looking paler than normal, and Faith just looking confused. Castiel looked back at Spike for a moment, before reaching for Sam and pulling him away from the table with a startled look.
“What the hell?”
“That’s not your brother.”
“What?” Sam’s eyes widened, and he looked between the three of them, who obviously knew more than he did. “What is it?”
“It’s the First,” Spike said softly, and at that Faith reacted on instinct, reaching for the spike that Sam had pulled out of Castiel’s chest and launching it at where Dean was sitting at the table. It went straight threw him, lodging into the wall behind him, and Sam just stared, stunned.
“The First? The First what?”
“The First Evil,” Castiel replied calmly. “You shouldn’t be here.” The second comment was directed more at the fake Dean that was sitting at the table, but Sam was still confused as to what was going on, and just watched instead.
“Damn straight he shouldn’t be here,” Faith snapped. “His ass is supposed to be trapped in the crater that used to be Sunnydale, along with the rest of his little Turok-Han minions. For good.”
“Please, Faith. You of all people should know that you can’t trap your darker impulses.” The First pushed himself up, making his way towards them. “Besides. Michael’s vessel, all alone and gullible? Untrusting of the people who were supposed to be protecting him?” A slow smirk crossed his face. “I couldn’t resist.”
“How?” Spike questioned. “How are you Dean? That’s the part ‘m not gettin’.”
“Oh,” he said slowly. “The boys failed to mention that they died, didn’t they?” There was a glimmer of a shift, and suddenly the First had now taken on Sam’s shape, the same devious smirk still in place. “Both of them, actually. Made it relatively easy to get Dean to climb out the window and right into the Bringers hands.”
Sam surged forward at that, teeth grit, and only stopped by Castiel’s arm holding him back. “Let me go!”
“You can’t fight him, Sam.”
“He has my brother!”
“And I’m not going to tell you where he is. That would take all the fun out of it.”
“What do you want?” Faith demanded. “Planning on taking over the world again? Cuz I think Lucifer might beat you to that one.”
“Oh, that would be telling,” he said slowly. “It’s much more fun when you figure it out.”
All it took was a blink, and he was gone, vanishing from view as though he never was there. Sam stopped struggling against the angel’s arm before turning on Spike with a glare. “This place was supposed to be safe.”
“It was,” Spike fired back. “But you can’t ward against the First. It’s impossible. And if your brother was stupid enough to let it talk him into getting out of the house then there’s nothing I can do about that now, is there?”
Sam knew that he was right. He couldn’t come up with an argument, so that meant he had to be. But that didn’t mean Sam had to like it. “We have to get him back.”
“Obviously,” Castiel replied. “The question is how. With the sigils on your ribs, I won’t be able to track him, and I doubt Zachariah’s Jehovah’s Witnesses are going to prove to be of much use. Never mind that the First probably warded against demons and angels, so even if I could track Dean, he’d still be hidden.”
“Well, sometimes you gotta deal with the lower things on the totem pole,” Faith said slowly, before taking her phone from Spike and starting to look for a number. “I have an idea.”
Title: Early One Morning
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Faith Lehane, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Spike, and a special guest star.
Content Warning: Spoilers through 510: Abandon All Hope.
Summary: Sam was trying to build trust.
Author’s Note: Part of my Devil Town series . Set after “In Interrogation.” No prompts for this one, just something that needed to get out before I wrote my
tamingthemuse prompt for this week.Disclaimer: I do not own. They all belong to Joss, Zukier and Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Sam was trying to build trust.
It was clear now that these people were people they needed on their side. People who were trying to get something out of you weren’t willing to go to jail in order to get it, so either these people were very committed con artists, or they were the real deal and Sam was willing to do whatever it took to show that he was willing to protect them as well. Which meant that digging Faith and Wesley out of wherever the NYPD had stuck them before the FBI happened to land on the scene.
Thankfully, he had Castiel for that.
Detective Flack was left slumped over the table, and Wesley was gone before Detective Monroe came back, and while Wesley was sure that that could have forced them to burn a useful ally, he wasn’t sure they had had much of a choice. They needed to get out, to find his brother, and to figure out what the hell was going on, and from the look on Wesley’s face, it didn’t seem like this was a good thing. Sam was really starting to get sick of everything in his life being not a good thing.
They used Castiel to track down Spike, given that Dean couldn’t be tracked in the same way, and within moments they were landing on the front lawn of his safe house, looking confused at the domesticity of it all. He wouldn’t have taken Spike for the lawn gnome type. The minute Castiel stepped forward and got a wooden spike right through the chest where his heart would be, Sam knew that he should have figured that they were boogey trapped gnomes. Spike, apparently, was a lot of things, but stupid wasn’t of one them. The minute his set up was triggered, the vampire was running out of the house, cigarette between his lips and shotgun in hand. When he saw who it was, he immediately dropped the gun and gave them a smirk.
“Oh, it’s you lot. ‘Bout bloody time.”
“Shut up, Spike,” Faith snapped, before glaring at him. “Gonna let us in or what?”
Spike rolled his eyes back at her, waving a hand for them to get closer. “C’mon up. I ordered pizza.”
The group moved forward heading onto the porch and Sam helped Castiel pull the stake out of his chest. Faith then tossed her phone in Spike’s direction with a sigh. “Call your girlfriend, before she has a conniption and gets the rest of us convicted for your murder.”
“Bet it was that brother o’ hers, wasn’ it? Real nice bloke, he is.”
“Whatever—I just don’t want to go back to jail when the guy I’m accused of killing is still alive.”
Sam shook his head as he followed them into the house, looking around for any more booby traps as he went. “Where’s my brother?”
“Kitchen,” Spike replied as he put the phone to his ear and turned away from the group. They continued to make their way inside, and found Dean in the kitchen, sitting at the kitchen table and eating a piece of pizza.
“How’d it go?”
“It sucked,” Sam sighed as he plopped down across from him, reaching for a slice of pizza. “I spent three hours getting interrogated by Hendrickson two-point-oh. How were things here?”
“Not bad,” Dean shrugged. “Spike’s actually a pretty decent guy.”
“Good to know,” Sam sighed, before taking a bite. As the conversation died, Dean started whistling to himself quietly, a tune that Sam didn’t recognize. Which was odd, considering Dean only had one style of music and Sam had heard all the songs twenty times over. But this tune sounded—older. Almost folky. “Dude, what’re you whistling?”
He paused for a moment, before shrugging. “Something that just came to me. I dunno, must have heard it somewhere.”
Sam brushed it off, going back his food and not looking up again until Castiel came into the room. Dean met the angel’s eyes dead on, and Castiel stared back for a moment, his head tilted as though he was trying to figure something out. Dean raised his eyebrows back at the angel.
“Can I help you, Cas?”
“Maybe,” the angel replied slowly. “Maybe not.” He took a step forward, hesitantly, placing himself between Dean and Sam as he studied Dean.
“Cas?” Sam asked, confused. “Everything okay?”
“I’m not sure.”
Dean just rolled his eyes and went back to his pizza, humming to himself as he did. “Oh, don’t deceive me, oh never leave me … how could you use a poor maid so.”
“Bloody hell.”
Sam’s head snapped around to see Spike and Faith standing there, Spike looking paler than normal, and Faith just looking confused. Castiel looked back at Spike for a moment, before reaching for Sam and pulling him away from the table with a startled look.
“What the hell?”
“That’s not your brother.”
“What?” Sam’s eyes widened, and he looked between the three of them, who obviously knew more than he did. “What is it?”
“It’s the First,” Spike said softly, and at that Faith reacted on instinct, reaching for the spike that Sam had pulled out of Castiel’s chest and launching it at where Dean was sitting at the table. It went straight threw him, lodging into the wall behind him, and Sam just stared, stunned.
“The First? The First what?”
“The First Evil,” Castiel replied calmly. “You shouldn’t be here.” The second comment was directed more at the fake Dean that was sitting at the table, but Sam was still confused as to what was going on, and just watched instead.
“Damn straight he shouldn’t be here,” Faith snapped. “His ass is supposed to be trapped in the crater that used to be Sunnydale, along with the rest of his little Turok-Han minions. For good.”
“Please, Faith. You of all people should know that you can’t trap your darker impulses.” The First pushed himself up, making his way towards them. “Besides. Michael’s vessel, all alone and gullible? Untrusting of the people who were supposed to be protecting him?” A slow smirk crossed his face. “I couldn’t resist.”
“How?” Spike questioned. “How are you Dean? That’s the part ‘m not gettin’.”
“Oh,” he said slowly. “The boys failed to mention that they died, didn’t they?” There was a glimmer of a shift, and suddenly the First had now taken on Sam’s shape, the same devious smirk still in place. “Both of them, actually. Made it relatively easy to get Dean to climb out the window and right into the Bringers hands.”
Sam surged forward at that, teeth grit, and only stopped by Castiel’s arm holding him back. “Let me go!”
“You can’t fight him, Sam.”
“He has my brother!”
“And I’m not going to tell you where he is. That would take all the fun out of it.”
“What do you want?” Faith demanded. “Planning on taking over the world again? Cuz I think Lucifer might beat you to that one.”
“Oh, that would be telling,” he said slowly. “It’s much more fun when you figure it out.”
All it took was a blink, and he was gone, vanishing from view as though he never was there. Sam stopped struggling against the angel’s arm before turning on Spike with a glare. “This place was supposed to be safe.”
“It was,” Spike fired back. “But you can’t ward against the First. It’s impossible. And if your brother was stupid enough to let it talk him into getting out of the house then there’s nothing I can do about that now, is there?”
Sam knew that he was right. He couldn’t come up with an argument, so that meant he had to be. But that didn’t mean Sam had to like it. “We have to get him back.”
“Obviously,” Castiel replied. “The question is how. With the sigils on your ribs, I won’t be able to track him, and I doubt Zachariah’s Jehovah’s Witnesses are going to prove to be of much use. Never mind that the First probably warded against demons and angels, so even if I could track Dean, he’d still be hidden.”
“Well, sometimes you gotta deal with the lower things on the totem pole,” Faith said slowly, before taking her phone from Spike and starting to look for a number. “I have an idea.”
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