Sam Winchester (
gavemea_45) wrote2023-02-08 05:28 pm
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[AU] dark gonna catch me here
Not two seconds after the door closed, Dean started demanding answers. Sam explained pretty much everything, although he glossed over the part where Wynonna'd threatened to shoot him, and for the most part Dean took it pretty well.
Until he made the suggestion of bringing Wynonna - and Peacemaker - to a crossroads and forcing the demon there to give up Dean's contract.
By the time the fight's over, Sam's certain of two things. First, that Dean's not willing to listen to reason because he doesn't want to risk Sam. And second, that he's not going to let his brother go to hell.
He makes sure Dean thinks he's asleep first, and waits until he hears his brother start snoring... then waits another half hour to make sure. Once he's certain Dean's not faking, Sam sneaks out and borrows the Impala.
There's a crossroads three miles north, an isolated one with an abandoned gas station nearby that he can use to get to the bar.
It'll do.
Until he made the suggestion of bringing Wynonna - and Peacemaker - to a crossroads and forcing the demon there to give up Dean's contract.
By the time the fight's over, Sam's certain of two things. First, that Dean's not willing to listen to reason because he doesn't want to risk Sam. And second, that he's not going to let his brother go to hell.
He makes sure Dean thinks he's asleep first, and waits until he hears his brother start snoring... then waits another half hour to make sure. Once he's certain Dean's not faking, Sam sneaks out and borrows the Impala.
There's a crossroads three miles north, an isolated one with an abandoned gas station nearby that he can use to get to the bar.
It'll do.
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"You would, huh?" Dean leans forward a little over the table. "Always nice to meet someone who knows what to do with her hands."
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Hard to say if it's some shift of movement or some sound he makes, but something breaks her focus on Dean and draws it back to his younger brother, who's sitting there making the kind of polite I need to get the fuck out of here face she's seen on Waverly too many times. "Like... with guns. Killing demons with guns."
She takes a too-large swallow of bourbon and grimaces, trying for easy. "Obviously."
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"Sammy said you were gettin' shooting lessons from Doc Holliday." He raises his eyebrows.
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Although if he'd put Waverly in danger with this whole Stone Witch connection, she'll use those skills to shoot him herself. "I regret to say he's exactly as good as they say he was. Fastest draw, best marksman in the West."
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She's conscious of being slightly – slightly – unfair to Doc, and makes a face, then lifts her bourbon for a drink. "No, it is a good thing. I could barely shoot, before."
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She tips another generous mouthful down her own throat, feeling the smooth burn of the bourbon track down to her stomach. "I'd only ever shot Peacemaker once before in my life."
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Dean shrugs. "Bet you're picking it up quick now though. That's what counts."
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"Did you tell him about the Seven?"
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"You do now," he mutters.
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She looks down at her fingers, tapping on her glass, then back up at the brothers. "I have a lead on the last of the Seven. But Dolls is gone. I don't know where. I'm on my own."
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"Gone?" Dean asks. "Like, what kind of gone we talking here - he left, or he was taken?"
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She twirls the glass on the bar, then looks up at them. "He went to get us takeout for dinner. And then he called and said... there'd been a change of plans."
Her shoulders straighten and her chin drops as she quotes him. "And he had to go away for a while."
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She exhales, an explosive sigh that drops her shoulders. "He's been acting weird. I think he might be sick."
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Sam gives his brother an exasperated look and focuses back on the problem at hand. "You're not thinking of going up against this guy alone."
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Wynonna lifts the tumbler and tips the rest of her bourbon down her throat. "Works for me."
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