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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.
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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Date: 2023-02-02 07:12 pm (UTC)"Come here," she says, finally, and motions for Waverly to kneel near the fire. "Set that skull here."
Here being a small table made of hammers, their heads pointed inward. Waverly sets the skull atop the metal circle they make, and, at the Blacksmith's gesture, puts her hand on top of the skull.
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Date: 2023-02-02 10:48 pm (UTC)"Not my boyfriend," Waverly tells her, then gives Sam a comforting smile. "It's okay, Sam. If Uncle Curtis was bound like this, it couldn't be all that bad, right?"
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Date: 2023-02-02 11:11 pm (UTC)She nods to the Blacksmith. "Go ahead."
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Date: 2023-02-02 11:18 pm (UTC)When a small pile of ash has collected on Waverly's hand, the Blacksmith bends closer. "I ask the air – "
She cups her hands around the space where Waverly's hand and the skull sit, then blows gently, scattering the ash off Waverly's skin with a slight tickling sensation. " – to silence its name." The Blacksmith turns, cupping her fingers into a bowl of water, and drizzles it over both hand and skull. "I ask the water to cleanse this girl."
Waverly breathes, keeping her hand steady, making faces but not moving an inch.
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Date: 2023-02-02 11:21 pm (UTC)Sam narrows his eyes and watches the witch closely.
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Date: 2023-02-02 11:25 pm (UTC)Gentle heat over her knuckles. When she cracks an eye, she sees the Blacksmith waving the poker over the back of her hand, not close enough to burn. "To loosen its hold."
Finished, she sets the poker back with a clang, then bends over skull and hand once more. "Free from the tethers, purified by the elements, Waverly Earp, you are now open to receive this fragment of man into your life. Do you accept?"
Waverly, eyes closed, nods. "I do," she says, firmly, then blinks her eyes open in consternation. "Wait," she whispers. "Did I just marry a skull?"
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Date: 2023-02-02 11:30 pm (UTC)Sam stares at him. “Dude.”
“What? You know I’m right.”
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Date: 2023-02-02 11:35 pm (UTC)Something goes strange with the last words: suddenly, her voice is too low, too echoing, layered as though several dozen other voices are speaking along with her. Or through her. The Blacksmith gasps and pulls her hands away as though she'd been burned. Waverly, not understanding but acting purely on reflex, does the same, then looks towards the woman, concerned.
What she sees doesn't give her much comfort. The Blacksmith's face is drawn; her hands are up as if to protect herself. "What have I done?" she whispers, horrified.
No. Not horrified. Terrified.
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Date: 2023-02-02 11:39 pm (UTC)Sam stares at the woman. “What do you mean, the Stone Witch’s son?”
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Date: 2023-02-02 11:43 pm (UTC)"What?" Waverly begins, but the Blacksmith interrupts her. "She's going to be coming for me. I need protection."
Getting up, she moves distractedly around the workshop, looking for something she can't seem to locate. "I need to find some salt."
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Date: 2023-02-02 11:52 pm (UTC)“Here.” He tosses the little bag to the blacksmith. “How long do we have before she gets here?”
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Date: 2023-02-02 11:55 pm (UTC)Waverly half-turns, sliding a glance askance at the skull. "Who's coming? Am I in danger?"
The Blacksmith turns toward her, coming closer. "Of course you are!" she says, half sharp, half reverent. "This is what it means to be blessed."
She reaches for, but doesn't touch the skull, pulling her hands away at the last moment as distress crawls across her face. "You poor sweet girl. What was Curtis thinking?"
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Date: 2023-02-03 12:01 am (UTC)Wynonna is going to kill them both, Sam thinks. “How much danger?” he demands. “Is she drawing threats to her now?”
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Date: 2023-02-03 03:17 am (UTC)Waverly gets up, grabbing the skull and setting it back in its box. "Come on," she tosses at the brothers over her shoulder, before giving the Blacksmith an apologetic glance. "I'm sorry."
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Date: 2023-02-03 11:50 am (UTC)"We need to get to somewhere we can secure," he mutters.
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Date: 2023-02-03 01:36 pm (UTC)"I'll take you back to Shorty's," she says, shaking her head to clear it. "To get you back through the door. I'm sorry for getting you involved."
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