Chapter 10: Deed on my Body, Lease on my Soul

Warm water soaked through Sam's tangled hair, rinsing out suds and sloughing away the oily, black muck from Dick’s eruptive demise, still clinging to him after a flight back to Bobby's on Angel Air. Sam rubbed the bar of soap over his arms and neck, scouring away the general sense of filth that ( Read more... )

Chapter 9: The Hunter

Hunched over Bobby’s desk, Sam spun at the gust of wind and burst of sound, like sheets on a clothesline snapping in the wind. Michael and Cas stepped toward him, out of the kitchen and into Bobby's living room-slash-study. "You guys need to answer your phones," Sam admonished.

"Dean and I were in Egypt retrieving this," ( Read more... )

Chapter 8: Welcome to the Jungle

Four leviathan surged toward Michael, mouths gaping to display rows of razor-sharp teeth. Michael dodged, rolled, and sprung to his feet, blade in hand. He spun and sliced in one smooth motion, and his sword severed the heads off the two enemies nearest to him. Dean's body knew fighting well, and it moved readily ( Read more... )

Chapter Seven: Master of Puppets

The shouting shook motes of dust off the bookshelves in Bobby's living room as the older hunter tore into Michael for not letting Dean have his body back while Castiel stood nearby, ready to intervene if the argument got violent.

In the kitchen, Sam tore into his slice of cold pizza with more force than ( Read more... )

Chapter Six: Lay it on the Line

Tumultuous metaphysical winds buffeted Castiel's wings as he fought to keep the journey back to Earth as smooth as possible. He carried precious cargo. Dean and Sam's souls reacted very differently to the flight, though it lasted less than a minute in their perception of time. Dean shouted and whooped as though ( Read more... )

Chapter Five: High Voltage

Lucifer pestered him incessantly. Sam focused with all his might on Benny's story about how he'd been killed by his own nest for the crime of falling in love with a human, but Lucifer's sardonic commentary ruined any chance Sam had of showing empathy. Luckily, Dean had that covered.

"Man, that really sucks," he said ( Read more... )

Chapter 4: Horseshoes and Hand Grenades

They’d reached Day Fifty, by Sam’s count. Well, "day" being relative. "Slightly less dark" might be a better way of putting it. As soon as the sky lightened enough to see by, Dean was on his feet and leading the way through the forest, as usual. Sam and Benny had no choice but to follow or risk losing Sam’s ( Read more... )

Chapter Three: Crazy Train

Sam heard a splash followed by a thud as Dean sent the final monster's head into the water and its body hit the ground. The bearded guy lowered his machete and extended a hand to help Sam. Sam pressed both hands into the rocky ground and levered himself to his feet before backing away a step.

Dean jogged up behind him ( Read more... )

Chapter Two: The Gambler

Bobby needed an extra set of hands. And legs. Or an assistant. An assistant would be nice.

"Yes, she's my agent and you'd better back off, sheriff, or my boss will give your boss a talking to, and I think we both know that kinda crap don't run uphill," Bobby growled into his landline phone marked "FBI." He listened to ( Read more... )

Chapter One: Immigrant Song

Dean and Sam fell. And fell. And fell some more. It was like the most epic cannonball off of the world's highest high dive, but Dean felt in his bones they wouldn't go splat when they landed.

They did tumble, though. Dean rolled through dead leaves and dirt before gravity stopped him. He lay still on his back and ( Read more... )