[AU] dark gonna catch me here

[gavemea_45]

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.

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[pacificator]

"Uh, she wanted her son's skull. To bring him and his brother back to life. But Waverly kind of put a damper on that whole..."

She waves a hand in a circle. "Thing."

[gavemea_45]

Sam pinches the bridge of his nose. "Right. Because that'd end well." He glances up at Wynonna. "Please tell me you guys burned what was left?"

[pacificator]

"The thing's dust," she tells him. "There's nothing left to burn. Waverly threw it against the wall."

[gavemea_45]

"Okay. Good." Sam sighs. "Sounds like you've had a hell of a day."

[pacificator]

"Oh, no, my day was fine. That was just the last hour."

She sets the sole of her boot on the rung of her stool and flicks her hair over her shoulder as she considers him. "How about you?"

[gavemea_45]

"You already know about our little field trip. Spent some time explaining everything to Dean once we got back."

Sam shrugs, and keeps his voice carefully even. "Spent the rest of the day on the road, headed for Indiana. There's someone there Dean wants to visit."

[pacificator]

"Indiana?"

She lifts her eyebrows, dubious. "Yeah, who?"

[gavemea_45]

"An ex-girlfriend. Sort of," Sam says, awkwardly. "He's, um. Insisting on doing... a lot of things, before -- before."

He has to ask. He'll beg if he has to. But after nearly getting Waverly killed by leaving her there alone, Sam's terrified of what Wynonna might say.

[pacificator]

"Ah yes, the old ex-lover apology tour. I'm familiar with it."

Not for precisely the same reasons, but still. "Find anything useful in getting him out of that deal yet?"

[gavemea_45]

"Not yet. But." Sam takes a deep breath as he shifts, resting his hands on his legs and gripping tight.

"Where I came in from, just now. There's a crossroads. And I know how to summon the demon he made the deal with."

[pacificator]

Wynonna blinks at him as his meaning filters through her head and clarifies into understanding. "Well, shit, shoulda led with that. Way to bury the lede, there, buddy."

[gavemea_45]

“I wanted to know if Waverly was okay,” he says, simply.

Sam swallows hard. “I know we don’t know if Peacemaker will work in our world. But there’s one way to find out. Will you come?”

[pacificator]

"Uh, yeah, I'll come."

She leans down to where Peacemaker is tucked into her boot and pats the grip lovingly. "What do you say, baby? Little field trip to go make some big nasty demons pay?"

[gavemea_45]

The wave of relief that washes over him threatens to drown him. Sam closes his eyes in a long blink and draws a shaking breath.

“Thanks. I mean it.”

[pacificator]

"Yeah, well."

Waverly's the one who's good with sincerity. And emotions. "Said I would, didn't I?"

[gavemea_45]

“Yeah, but still.” Sam accepts the glass of water that the Bar manifests pointedly in front of him and takes a swallow.

“In the interest of full disclosure you should probably know that Dean doesn’t know about this.”

[pacificator]

She knows what Waverly would say. But Waverly's the good one, the one who makes the choices that consider feelings and wants.

Wynonna doesn't have the capacity to make choices based on anything other than needs. "Look, if you're expecting me to pull the plug because of that, you're talking to the wrong sister."

[gavemea_45]

"Good." Low, but determined. "Glad to hear it."

He should probably give her warning of what'll happen in case it does go wrong, how Dean'll react ... but maybe not yet.

"So, uh, in that case, I'm ready when you are."

[pacificator]

"No time like the present."

She pushes her barely-touched beer away and gets up, then swings her black leather jacket over her head and shrugs it on, flipping her hair out from beneath the collar. "Let's roll."

[gavemea_45]

He doesn't wait around for her to change her mind. Sam abandons his glass and heads for the front door, which he holds open for Wynonna.

The area outside the gas station is dark save for the light of the nearly full moon overhead. There's no sign of anyone around, not for miles.

[pacificator]

She steps out into the night of another world and tips her head back to look up at the stars. They look familiar enough, not that she's all that into astronomy.

It's warmer than back in the Triangle, and there's no snow or frost on the ground. Her boots crunch on gravel, instead. The old gas station is near a lonesome crossroads, which is probably where they'll do their business, but her attention is caught first by the sleek black muscle car parked off to the side. "Oh, shit."

She jogs over to the Impala, running her hands almost reverently over its frame. "Who does this sexy beast belong to?"

[gavemea_45]

That startles a grin out of him. "It's Dean's." Sam comes over to join her as she examines the Impala. "He loves that car."

[pacificator]

"Jesus Christ, I gotta meet Dean."

A man who makes deals with demons and has taste this good in cars is almost certain to be a hellishly good time. He's babied this Impala as much as she has her Harley; she can tell from the polished rims and glossy exterior. She wants to hug it. Or drive it. Or both. "Oh, mama."

[gavemea_45]

Sam laughs. "I'll be glad to introduce you." Once this is over, anyway.

"Our dad was a mechanic. He taught Dean everything he knew. He can tell you about every inch of this car, it's unreal."

[pacificator]

"And I would listen to it all for a car like this."

Reluctantly, she pulls away from the car. "Damn. This must be what love feels like."