[AU] two worlds, a lot of demons, and a new set of problems

[gavemea_45]

It's still hard to believe it's over; that the yellow-eyed demonic bastard they'd spent their whole lives hunting is finally dead.

Sam figures it'll sink in eventually. Given everything else -- right now he's still pretty numb.

He's also desperately tired, but that doesn't matter. There's something he needs to do, and he can't afford to delay.

He waits until they've settled in for the night, and then waits still longer. Once Dean's been asleep for half an hour, Sam picks up his messenger bag -- already stuffed with books and his computer -- and heads straight for the bar.

He orders black coffee and snags a table with a good view of both doors and the stairs, then pulls out the first of the old texts and starts to search through it.

There's work to do.

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[pacificator]

"The Seven."

Hunters. Killers. Making sport of the curse and her family's pain. Her jaw tightens. "See that man hanging from the cross bar?"

Her glance never leaves Sam's face. "That's my Daddy."

[gavemea_45]

"Oh, shit." Sam touches the image gently, then looks up at her. "Fuck. Wynonna, I'm so sorry."

[pacificator]

They didn't kill him beats at the back of her teeth. She swallows it down and takes the photo back, stuffing it carefully in her pocket.

"One more. And then the Seven will be back in Hell where they belong."

[gavemea_45]

"Won't be a moment too soon." He debates with himself for a second, but only that.

"My brother killed the demon that got our dad, and our mom before that. With the Colt." Very, very quiet, but clear. "It helped. It helped a lot, to know... when it was done. Just so you know."

[pacificator]

"Good."

She says it with the finality of an axe coming down, and lifts her glass. "To revenge?"

[gavemea_45]

In answer, Sam lifts his glass and clinks it against hers. "Revenge it is."

[pacificator]

She knocks her glass against his and takes a swallow, then breathes out through her nose.

"But after. I mean... the revenants aren't going anywhere. They're stuck in the Triangle. And, like you said, it's not much use having a demon-killing gun that only one person can use if that person's not there to use it."

[gavemea_45]

"They're stuck? Like, in a devil's trap?" he asks, wanting to be clear. "Colt make one of those for you there, too?"

[pacificator]

"What? No, it's part of the curse. They're locked into it just like I am."

She empties her tumbler and sets it down. "Waverly could explain this better than me... The revenants are bound to the Triangle. If they cross the border, it's like hell on Earth for them. Literally. They burn, and it ain't quick."

A flicker of disgust crosses her face. She's still not sure she's forgiven Doc for his hand in that torture. "They can't get out."

[gavemea_45]

“So you’ve got close to — how big is your triangle?” Sam shakes his head. “You help us, we help you, by the way. It’s only right.”

[pacificator]

"Pretty big."

Not that there's much in it, aside from the plains and Purgatory and the Pine Barrens and the badlands. "From the Rockies almost to Calgary. And down across the border."

[gavemea_45]

“Pretty big, all right.” Sam taps his fingers against the glass and takes another swallow.

“Where’d the curse come from, anyway?”

[pacificator]

"Well, if I were a betting woman, I'd say ol' Wyatt pissed off a demon or two in his time as a lawman."

She unscrews the cap of the bottle and pours again, shaking her head. "Waverly is looking up what she can. But we don't know. Not the details."

[gavemea_45]

“I mean, seems likely,” Sam agrees. “You don’t get a weapon like that without a reason. And Colt was one hell of a hunter.”

[pacificator]

"Kinda makes you wonder if the other four Buntlines are demon-killing heirlooms, too."

She glances down at Peacemaker in her boot, frowning. "You guys only have the one, right? And it's not a Buntline?"

[gavemea_45]

“Only the one that I know of.” Sam frowns, considering. “Not a Buntline, no. Older. A Paterson model. But Wyatt Earp’s known, so who’s to say Colt didn’t make more than one weapon?”

[pacificator]

"I'll ask Waves about the other four. See if there was anything supernatural about any of them."

She breathes deep and lets out a thoughtful exhale. "This door that got opened. Is it closed again?"

[gavemea_45]

“It is now.” Sam sounds both grim and certain.

“It was at the center of a devils trap Colt made out of railroad lines with a church at each of the points. The gun was the key to the gate.”

[pacificator]

She makes a low sound of frustration. "You'd think they'd stop making keys to these things," she points out. "Why build a gate with that much protection and then make a key to it?"

But it's not like she can go back in time and shake an answer out of Colt himself. "How about you, you have help? Back up?"

[gavemea_45]

“Me and my brother. And a friend - kind of like an uncle,” Sam tells her. “We work with other hunters sometimes, too, depending.”

“I don’t know why he made it the way he did. I figure he must have had a reason, though.”

[pacificator]

"Nothing like a ragtag team to try and avert the end of the world, am I right?"

She taps a finger on the table. "And these demons, they probably didn't all stick around Wyoming, huh?"

[gavemea_45]

“I wish.” God, he sounds bitter, even to himself. “No, they scattered in all directions. Some of them are pretty powerful, too. More than usual.”

[pacificator]

"Because why make it easy?" Wynonna mutters, more to herself than to him.

"Found any yet?"

[gavemea_45]

He looks even more sour. “You know the deadly sins, right? Turns out each one’s got a super-strong demon that can cause them.”

[pacificator]

"Oh, come on. That's not right."

He looks sour; she sounds petty and annoyed. "But why, though. Isn't it bad enough just dealing with the sins themselves?"