08-27-2015, 07:53 PM
The two of them had been getting somewhere, that much was at least true, it was just taking forever. Reapers were normally tricky to find to begin with, but apparently they get trickier when you put them in another reality and take away some of their power. They had been out in the dunes for what seemed like ages to Dean, he was starting to get a bit twitchy now. No solid leads, a lot of hear say, and this overwhelming urge to see something or someone very much dead.
At least his current travel buddy wasn't too bad, miles up on Sammy right now. Didn't bug Dean about what he ate, was a bad ass super villain at one point, didn't complain about the music yet. All that was lacking was a couple of beers and Dean could almost call this a vacation. If things went well with this reaper hunt Dean might actually be able to maybe call this guy something close to a friend! Right now that would probably be a good thing, it seemed that friends and allies were in short supply here while a lot of things really wanted to see you dead.
The later part didn't bother him as much, he had been dead countless times and he always came back. Why should it be any different here? Well, other then the fact that everything else also seemed to be different here.
“Brain. Shut up.” He heard the sounds and then paused for a second. Great, now he was talking to himself again. ”I need a damn beer....”
Looking down at the dashboard Dean decided to pull over and turn off the Impala's engine, keeping the windows up and doors closed to keep in the cool air from the A/C. He hadn't been sitting there long before the passenger door opened and his current hunting partner was occupying the seat next to him.
”I see why you never leave your vehicle now, this is rather refreshing.” They sat there for a moment before Sinestro spoke again. ”If I can ask, why did you stop? We need to keep going before we lose our prey.”
”I know, but this little gauge here says it is time to rest” Dean pointed down to the dash board, and the temperature gauge. ”It's getting too close to red for my liking. That means engine fries, I go nowhere. Besides there's nothing wrong with just sitting here and enjoying the view. Me and Sammy used to all the time.”
That sat there in awkward silence for a bit before Sinestro spoke up.
”This Sammy you keep mentioning, they are important to you?” Dean just sighed and growled a little bit before speaking.
”You keep asking that, as if it will make me open up and share my feelings!” Dean gripped the steering wheel tight before shaking his head and speaking again. ”He's my ex hunting partner, and my brother. He's probably trying to either hunt me down or find me to cure me as we speak. As if I needed to be cured. I'm fine, better then fine! I feel fucking great.”
Dean could feel his mood starting to darken a bit so he started the engine and cranked the A/C again.
”Breaks over, let's get moving.” He sat there and waited for Sinestro to exit and return to his own ride before they started down the trail again.
........
They hadn't been travelling for too long before stopping again. Dean was sitting in the Impala, engine still again, waiting for his new partner in crime to come back. Apparently the guy had noticed something in the distance and had went to investigate.
Dean had started to zone out after a bit before a knock on the window brought him back to reality. It was Sinestro and it looked like he had something to say to the ex hunter. Dean rolled down the window and poked his head out.
”I'm all ears.” The deputy nodded at the words and pointed off in the direction he had come from.
”Just over those dunes, a small camp. Three occupants but only two seem to be moving about. Something about it feels wrong.”
”Well,” Dean paused and thought about this for a few seconds, “Seems like we might have our first solid clue that the bitch was here. Let's go.”
They got as close as they could before they left their rides behind, taking only what little equipment they needed. That meant Dean had his blade at his side and Sinestro had his rifle, though the later of the two was kept lowered. When they got close enough Dean saw that it was a man and a woman kneeling over a smaller body, a boy it seemed. Raising his hand in the air Dean waved at them to get their attention.
”Go away!” came a voice from the group, the man if Dean guessed right. ”We have lost enough already!”
Dean got a bit closer, holding both his hands up in the air as Sinestro followed close behind him.
”We ain't here to take. We are here to help.” The two figures looked down at the prone figure before them before casting doubtful looks at the pair.
”Our son is dead, can you bring him back? If not they just leave us alone!” the father said before going back to his mourning.
Shit, Dean thought to himself, Shes' gone and done it now. It wasn't Dean who reassured the two though, but the deputy.
”We can not raise the dead, but we can find the one who did this and make sure it never happens again.” Dean didn't know if it was his matter of fact way of talking or the shiny star on his chest but his partners' words seemed to calm the couple down a bit. Dean nodded his head towards the two before leaning in close to Sinestro.
”Take them to the side and talk to them,” The hunter then looked down at the body between the two, “I'll take a look at him.”
While the deputy brought the parents off to the side to interview them Dean went over to the body and knelt down. He searched for anything and everything to explain his death. No bite marks, claws, missing hearts, stabs, bullet holes, not a damn thing out of place or missing. For all he could tell the boy should have been healthy and happy, if not a little under weight. The fact that there was no signs of death made Dean think that this was her. A Reaper generally had to take all kinds of life, but this kid had barely gotten a chance to live. The demon in him wanted to brush it off but all the talk of his past had been bringing up unwanted memories and it was all starting to piss him off. He was basically growling at this point, hand gripping the hilt of the first blade tight. It didn't even let go when a voice finally broke through his thoughts.
”They say they hadn't left him alone long and when they got back he was already dead and a figure was walking off in that direction. ' Sinestro shook his head before going on. ”It was foolish for them to leave their child, and now they have paid the price for it. The question remains, was it her?”
”Yeah, it was her. No other explanation for it, the kid just dropped dead. Bitch must have taken his soul and left.” Dean was still growling as he spoke. “I should have killed her when I had the chance.”
”YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED HER? This... this... THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” The father of the child was just angry and needed someone to lash out at, but at this point in time Dean was the wrong person at the wrong time. As soon as Dean felt the man's fist hit his face all the pent up rage he had been holding in exploded out.
With an inhuman yell Dean had freed the first blade and sunk it deep into the shoulder of the grieving man and then ripped it out. Dean's new victim let out a cry of pain and terror and stumbled back before falling to the ground. Dean tried to leap forward at the man but he felt something holding him back. Dean struggled to break free and when he did he spun around to see his new assailant was indeed the same Deputy he was here to help. None of that mattered to Dean at the moment as he was out of his mind and everyone was a target to him. Thankfully for the couple Sinestro had seen this coming and as soon as Dean had spun around to face him he brought up the butt of his rifle and smacked the Winchester pretty hard in the face.
Dean stumbled back, blood trickling down his forehead as he yelled and rushed forward again, only to meet the same fate. This time though the Winchester was dropped to his knees and he felt the barrel of the rifle pressing against the top of his head.
”Go, now. RUN YOU FOOLS!” the ex-lantern yelled at the couple as the woman helped her husband to her feet and they left everything they had owned behind, running because their very lives depended on it. Dean was gripping the hilt of the first blade tight, his knuckles turning white from the effort. The mark itself was glowing a bright red, the black and red veins pulsing from it seemed almost alive themselves. ”As for you...”
Dean felt the barrel being removed from the top of his head but before he could do anything the butt of the weapon came down on his head hard and everything went black. When Dean came too he was sitting up leaning against the side of the Impala, Sinestro sitting across from him with his rifle at the ready.
”So that is the price you pay for your power, Rage. You had the look of a wild animal to you, I was very tempted to put you down.” Dean sat there for a bit before responding to what his companion had said.
”Yeah, I guess. Generally it is controllable as long as I kill something now and then, usually a douche or some evil S.O.B that has gotten in my way.” Dean rubbed his forehead and then looked down at his hand, apparently he was still bleeding so he hadn't been out long. “I guess I was just playing nice for too long, then seeing that child, then the father exploding at me and taking a swing. It was all too much.”
”Perhaps there is still some humanity left in this demon then?” Sinestro raised an eyebrow at Dean as he spoke. “Maybe you are not as much of a.... what is that Earth term? Jerk?”[/i]
”Bitch!” The word left Deans mouth almost as soon as he heard the deputy use the word jerk, it was basically instinct by now. Dean thought of a way to try and change the subject though before anything else was said. ”Did those two happened to mention where our friend was headed before I went all ballistic on them?”
”Yes,” the deputy nodded, “That way, towards Carrefore.”
At least his current travel buddy wasn't too bad, miles up on Sammy right now. Didn't bug Dean about what he ate, was a bad ass super villain at one point, didn't complain about the music yet. All that was lacking was a couple of beers and Dean could almost call this a vacation. If things went well with this reaper hunt Dean might actually be able to maybe call this guy something close to a friend! Right now that would probably be a good thing, it seemed that friends and allies were in short supply here while a lot of things really wanted to see you dead.
The later part didn't bother him as much, he had been dead countless times and he always came back. Why should it be any different here? Well, other then the fact that everything else also seemed to be different here.
“Brain. Shut up.” He heard the sounds and then paused for a second. Great, now he was talking to himself again. ”I need a damn beer....”
Looking down at the dashboard Dean decided to pull over and turn off the Impala's engine, keeping the windows up and doors closed to keep in the cool air from the A/C. He hadn't been sitting there long before the passenger door opened and his current hunting partner was occupying the seat next to him.
”I see why you never leave your vehicle now, this is rather refreshing.” They sat there for a moment before Sinestro spoke again. ”If I can ask, why did you stop? We need to keep going before we lose our prey.”
”I know, but this little gauge here says it is time to rest” Dean pointed down to the dash board, and the temperature gauge. ”It's getting too close to red for my liking. That means engine fries, I go nowhere. Besides there's nothing wrong with just sitting here and enjoying the view. Me and Sammy used to all the time.”
That sat there in awkward silence for a bit before Sinestro spoke up.
”This Sammy you keep mentioning, they are important to you?” Dean just sighed and growled a little bit before speaking.
”You keep asking that, as if it will make me open up and share my feelings!” Dean gripped the steering wheel tight before shaking his head and speaking again. ”He's my ex hunting partner, and my brother. He's probably trying to either hunt me down or find me to cure me as we speak. As if I needed to be cured. I'm fine, better then fine! I feel fucking great.”
Dean could feel his mood starting to darken a bit so he started the engine and cranked the A/C again.
”Breaks over, let's get moving.” He sat there and waited for Sinestro to exit and return to his own ride before they started down the trail again.
........
They hadn't been travelling for too long before stopping again. Dean was sitting in the Impala, engine still again, waiting for his new partner in crime to come back. Apparently the guy had noticed something in the distance and had went to investigate.
Dean had started to zone out after a bit before a knock on the window brought him back to reality. It was Sinestro and it looked like he had something to say to the ex hunter. Dean rolled down the window and poked his head out.
”I'm all ears.” The deputy nodded at the words and pointed off in the direction he had come from.
”Just over those dunes, a small camp. Three occupants but only two seem to be moving about. Something about it feels wrong.”
”Well,” Dean paused and thought about this for a few seconds, “Seems like we might have our first solid clue that the bitch was here. Let's go.”
They got as close as they could before they left their rides behind, taking only what little equipment they needed. That meant Dean had his blade at his side and Sinestro had his rifle, though the later of the two was kept lowered. When they got close enough Dean saw that it was a man and a woman kneeling over a smaller body, a boy it seemed. Raising his hand in the air Dean waved at them to get their attention.
”Go away!” came a voice from the group, the man if Dean guessed right. ”We have lost enough already!”
Dean got a bit closer, holding both his hands up in the air as Sinestro followed close behind him.
”We ain't here to take. We are here to help.” The two figures looked down at the prone figure before them before casting doubtful looks at the pair.
”Our son is dead, can you bring him back? If not they just leave us alone!” the father said before going back to his mourning.
Shit, Dean thought to himself, Shes' gone and done it now. It wasn't Dean who reassured the two though, but the deputy.
”We can not raise the dead, but we can find the one who did this and make sure it never happens again.” Dean didn't know if it was his matter of fact way of talking or the shiny star on his chest but his partners' words seemed to calm the couple down a bit. Dean nodded his head towards the two before leaning in close to Sinestro.
”Take them to the side and talk to them,” The hunter then looked down at the body between the two, “I'll take a look at him.”
While the deputy brought the parents off to the side to interview them Dean went over to the body and knelt down. He searched for anything and everything to explain his death. No bite marks, claws, missing hearts, stabs, bullet holes, not a damn thing out of place or missing. For all he could tell the boy should have been healthy and happy, if not a little under weight. The fact that there was no signs of death made Dean think that this was her. A Reaper generally had to take all kinds of life, but this kid had barely gotten a chance to live. The demon in him wanted to brush it off but all the talk of his past had been bringing up unwanted memories and it was all starting to piss him off. He was basically growling at this point, hand gripping the hilt of the first blade tight. It didn't even let go when a voice finally broke through his thoughts.
”They say they hadn't left him alone long and when they got back he was already dead and a figure was walking off in that direction. ' Sinestro shook his head before going on. ”It was foolish for them to leave their child, and now they have paid the price for it. The question remains, was it her?”
”Yeah, it was her. No other explanation for it, the kid just dropped dead. Bitch must have taken his soul and left.” Dean was still growling as he spoke. “I should have killed her when I had the chance.”
”YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED HER? This... this... THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” The father of the child was just angry and needed someone to lash out at, but at this point in time Dean was the wrong person at the wrong time. As soon as Dean felt the man's fist hit his face all the pent up rage he had been holding in exploded out.
With an inhuman yell Dean had freed the first blade and sunk it deep into the shoulder of the grieving man and then ripped it out. Dean's new victim let out a cry of pain and terror and stumbled back before falling to the ground. Dean tried to leap forward at the man but he felt something holding him back. Dean struggled to break free and when he did he spun around to see his new assailant was indeed the same Deputy he was here to help. None of that mattered to Dean at the moment as he was out of his mind and everyone was a target to him. Thankfully for the couple Sinestro had seen this coming and as soon as Dean had spun around to face him he brought up the butt of his rifle and smacked the Winchester pretty hard in the face.
Dean stumbled back, blood trickling down his forehead as he yelled and rushed forward again, only to meet the same fate. This time though the Winchester was dropped to his knees and he felt the barrel of the rifle pressing against the top of his head.
”Go, now. RUN YOU FOOLS!” the ex-lantern yelled at the couple as the woman helped her husband to her feet and they left everything they had owned behind, running because their very lives depended on it. Dean was gripping the hilt of the first blade tight, his knuckles turning white from the effort. The mark itself was glowing a bright red, the black and red veins pulsing from it seemed almost alive themselves. ”As for you...”
Dean felt the barrel being removed from the top of his head but before he could do anything the butt of the weapon came down on his head hard and everything went black. When Dean came too he was sitting up leaning against the side of the Impala, Sinestro sitting across from him with his rifle at the ready.
”So that is the price you pay for your power, Rage. You had the look of a wild animal to you, I was very tempted to put you down.” Dean sat there for a bit before responding to what his companion had said.
”Yeah, I guess. Generally it is controllable as long as I kill something now and then, usually a douche or some evil S.O.B that has gotten in my way.” Dean rubbed his forehead and then looked down at his hand, apparently he was still bleeding so he hadn't been out long. “I guess I was just playing nice for too long, then seeing that child, then the father exploding at me and taking a swing. It was all too much.”
”Perhaps there is still some humanity left in this demon then?” Sinestro raised an eyebrow at Dean as he spoke. “Maybe you are not as much of a.... what is that Earth term? Jerk?”[/i]
”Bitch!” The word left Deans mouth almost as soon as he heard the deputy use the word jerk, it was basically instinct by now. Dean thought of a way to try and change the subject though before anything else was said. ”Did those two happened to mention where our friend was headed before I went all ballistic on them?”
”Yes,” the deputy nodded, “That way, towards Carrefore.”
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