[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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"Then after," Sam says. "Once it's clear, you come back and get us, before you go after him."

[pacificator]

She looks from one brother to the other, then down at her glass. "Yeah, okay."

Wynonna lifts the tumbler and tips the rest of her bourbon down her throat. "Works for me."

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"So what do we need to know about this guy?" Dean holds up the bottle, asking if she wants another.

[pacificator]

She holds out her glass, silently accepting. "He's a sick piece of shit," she tells them. "The women were all operated on. Every organ removed, and then put back in again, wrong. And the incisions were cauterized as they were made."

When Dean's poured her a share again, she pulls her glass back. "I was at the morgue today, examining one, but I got pulled away. When I came back, someone had opened her mouth and left a card there. The Jack of Spades."

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Sam frowns. "Every organ? Nothing missing?"

Dean stares at him. "Dude."

[pacificator]

"According to the creepy coroner, yes. It was like someone decided to play a game of 'Operation' on a living breathing body."

She pauses, then goes on. "Also, she kind of looked like me. The dead girl."

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"I thought it might be like the old Doc Benton case," he says to Dean, before turning back to Wynonna. "Okay, that's creepy."

[pacificator]

"Yeah, no kidding."

She doesn't know who Doc Benton is, but Waverly might. Which reminds her – "I don't have any other leads yet. But Waverly might know what the card means."

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Sam nods. "Did the women have anything else in common? Other than, uh, their appearance?"

[pacificator]

"Not that their files mentioned. But same M.O., each time."

She leans back against the wall and booth corner, drawing up one foot to set the sole of her boot against the seat and loop her arms around her knee. "I mean, normally I like being someone's type, but this is maybe a little intense."

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"Uh, yeah." Dean gives her a careful look. "I'd say a lot. Not a little. Look, we'll help find him, take him out."

[pacificator]

"Fine by me."

Hopefully it's not someone else she knows, like Hettie and Mama. "At least this one's not a cannibal. Small favors."

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“No shit. I hate those fucking wendigos.” Dean grimaces at the thought, and Sam nods fervent agreement.

[pacificator]

"These ones didn't go full wendigo," she tells them. "They were running a diner in town."

She tips her head back against the wall and rolls it to the side to look at them. "I guess every time an heir came of age, Mama Olive wouldn't be able to control herself anymore."

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“So a pre-wendigo,” Sam muses. “Either the revenant effect prevented full transformation, maybe, or delayed it.”

Dean rolls his eyes, but there’s something fond about the way he shoves at Sam with his shoulder. “That brain of yours never stops, huh, college boy?”

[pacificator]

Wynonna shrugs. "You'd have to talk to Waverly about that," she tells Sam. "All I know is once I end the curse, they won't be back."

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“No, I know, I just thought if they had other weaknesses, it could help.” Sam looks back and forth between them and reaches for the bourbon.

He’ll ask Waverly. Maybe they can come up with something.

[pacificator]

"You can hurt them like you could any human," she points out. "It's just that the only thing that puts them down is Peacemaker, and only when I wield it."

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“Wonder if our Colt would.” Dean looks to Sam, who frowns.

“It could go either way. Either it would, because we know it can kill anything, or it wouldn’t do it permanently, because there’s a binding element from the curse that’s linked to the bloodline and would have to be appeased somehow. But if there was a way to extend that…”

[pacificator]

"Hey, you're welcome to try shooting them," she invites. "Even if it doesn't take, it's pretty satisfying. Like having a demonic punching bag."

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“Worst comes to worst, we can slow them down, give you an opening for the shot,” Dean points out. “No skin off ours who does it, as long as they go down.”

[pacificator]

She nods. "That's pretty much how we've been doing it so far. And they slow down like anyone if you blow out a knee or ankle."

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"Now there's some good news. What about powers?" Dean asks.

[pacificator]

"Some of them have powers," she admits. "Might have to do with how many times they've been down below and resurrected again. Bobo can manipulate metal. And there was that one that traveled through mirrors."

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“Like Bloody Mary,” Sam explains. “Only if there was a guilt aspect I’m not clear on it.”

Dean nods. “Same for us. Those sons of bitches get tougher the older they are.”