Never a Last Stand - Part Four: Fruitland, Idaho
Episode Number: 09x00 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF) [Interim Episode]
Title: Never a Last Stand
Subtitle: Fruitland, Idaho
Author dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,242
Episode Spoilers: Written after 8x19 "Taxi Driver"
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
"You gotta be kidding me," Dean stomped over to his phone. "What?" he answered.
"Maybe they need help," Castiel said.
Even in the dark, Cas could see Dean's face falling, first into anger, then concern. "Okay, okay, calm down. Where are you?"
"Is there a problem?"
Dean hung up. "We need to get to the outskirts of Fruitland, Idaho... a place called the Enlightenment Compound... Garth and Sam are there."
Castiel took Dean's arm, and in the moment it took for him to understand touch in a new context, they were there, next to an unconscious Garth and freely bleeding Sam.
"Sam," Dean spat out as he closed in on his brother, "what the - "
His words were cut short by the roar of a mouth-wide Leviathan, ready to chow down on Garth. Dean grabbed a blade from Sam and slashed his way toward the monster, who seemed to enjoy the additional challenge.
The Leviathan tackled Dean, knocking his sword away and pinning him down. This was an unfortunate move on the monster's part, as Castiel grabbed it by the hair and blasted it, congealing its insides and burning out its eyes.
Dean got up, and for good measure, chopped off its head.
"Why?" Sam inquired.
"Just in case... never seen an angel smite a Leviathan outside of Purgatory," Dean replied flippantly.
Meanwhile, Cas had gone over to Garth and reached out his hand. The weedy ex-dentist shot straight up and exclaimed, "Hey now!" in response to the healing.
"There's at least one more," Sam pointed out as Cas healed his broken arm.
"What the hell were you thinking, going after two Leviathans without more backup?"
Garth snorted, "We thought they were just shape shifters."
"You were very wrong," Castiel replied. "Are you sure there were only two Leviathan?"
"Started themselves a cult," Garth explained. "People join up and are eaten for their troubles. Anyone comes to call looking for any of the members, and, well, either they're lunch or the Levis got a chunk stashed away somewhere."
"Damnit," Dean interjected. "Last thing we need is another group of Leviathan with a plan. Let's hope the one that got away was Pinky and this one was the Brain."
"Pinky?" Cas inquired.
"I'll show you an episode later," Dean said dismissively.
"We gotta git going, guys," Garth pointed out, "the other Levi's still here."
"You got any Borax?" Dean asked.
"We brought silver..."
"I'll get it," Castiel offered before disappearing.
Garth lead Sam and Dean out of the room and deeper into the compound. In terms of creepy cult hideaways, the place passed muster. Being empty made it easy to search.
As they padded down another hollow hall, Castiel popped back in, with an industrial spray bottle for each of them. "He's in there," the angel said helpfully as they approached a large double-door.
"Howdu know?" Garth asked.
"Subtly is not a strong Leviathan trait," Cas remarked simply.
Garth motioned to an amused Sam and Dean to take left and right as he went center. "You sure, Garth, last time - "
"Sam, please," Garth whispered, "let's go."
Amazingly, Garth was able to kick in the double doors. It's easier when they're not locked. Brandishing their spray bottles, Sam and Dean flanked Garth. The Leviathan powered towards them until the continuous borax rained down on him.
A flutter of wings and Castiel was behind the second Leviathan. The plan would've been flawless, but the room was too wide to be properly surrounded by four people. Breaking rank towards Sam, the monster smashed itself through one of the far windows.
Garth ran to the window and saw that the thing that disappeared. "Hell, that's new," he commented mildly.
"We've got a bigger problem," Sam remarked as he looked at the package the Leviathan had dropped before they entered. "Not as elaborate as Big Daddy Chomper's plan, but I think we've got one, or the starts of one, here." The assessment might've been premature, given the three second glance he had for the bag, but he had a bad feeling about it all.
"Let's take the crap and get the hell outa here," Dean suggested.
"We gotta room at the Brick Lane Motel," Garth said, "And if you two wanna come, one of you's gotta ride in the truck bed."
Dean called dibs on the truck bed; Sam made a passing comment about his brother being like a dog. "I guess he could be a Siberian Husky," Castiel commented. "Of course, I am not well versed in dogs."
"So you're an angel, then?" Garth commented brightly.
Back at the Motel, Sam confirmed his initially hasty assessment as he looked through the documents the Leviathan had packed up.
"Demons are wiped from the face of the earth, and now we've gotta wannabe Dick Roman? Couldn't get a week off or something?" Dean complained loudly.
"'Course not, Dean," Garth said smugly. "Hunters hunt so long as there's something out there to kill, right?"
"Don't forget ghosts," Sam added.
"Is there any indication of where they could be?" Castiel asked. "I could survey the areas for activity."
Sam pulled out a map and showed Cas. "It's marked up, but there's no key. Some cities are circled twice, different colors. Some once with another - it's gotta be some kind of code. Before we go poking around, we might want to dig in, you know?"
"I say we pack up this stuff, call a hunter's meet back at my safe boat, and get crackin' - " Garth began.
"Okay, well, sounds like a marathon kinda deal not a sprint," Dean commented.
"Yeah, I might have some resources we can use back at our place. Give me a few days, huh?" Sam said to Garth.
"Right, 'course," Garth conceded.
"Before we go, Sammy, can you write down that we need light bulbs for the Bat Cave?"
"What?"
Dean replied, "So we don't forget on our way home."
"I had an exploding mishap," Castiel admitted guiltily. "So you either need candles or more electronic bulbs... sorry."
"Exploding mishap? That sounds like a bitova personal problem," Garth remarked with sympathy. "You okay man?"
The expression on Castiel's face, as read by Dean, was something like I-didn't-know-love-caused-angels-to-explode-things-so-please-don't-blame-me. He tilted his head and let the confusion break over his face.
Sam looked from Dean to Cas over and over again. "Well, he took down a Leviathan today, how bad can he be?"
"I'm driving," Dean yelled, almost rushing the door to ensure the driver's seat.
"Shotgun," Castiel said, winging out just be sure.
Garth stopped Sam from following them. "What's going on with them?"
"Uh, just you know, guy stuff," Sam said uncertainly.
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Title: Never a Last Stand
Subtitle: Fruitland, Idaho
Author dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,242
Episode Spoilers: Written after 8x19 "Taxi Driver"
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
"You gotta be kidding me," Dean stomped over to his phone. "What?" he answered.
"Maybe they need help," Castiel said.
Even in the dark, Cas could see Dean's face falling, first into anger, then concern. "Okay, okay, calm down. Where are you?"
"Is there a problem?"
Dean hung up. "We need to get to the outskirts of Fruitland, Idaho... a place called the Enlightenment Compound... Garth and Sam are there."
Castiel took Dean's arm, and in the moment it took for him to understand touch in a new context, they were there, next to an unconscious Garth and freely bleeding Sam.
"Sam," Dean spat out as he closed in on his brother, "what the - "
His words were cut short by the roar of a mouth-wide Leviathan, ready to chow down on Garth. Dean grabbed a blade from Sam and slashed his way toward the monster, who seemed to enjoy the additional challenge.
The Leviathan tackled Dean, knocking his sword away and pinning him down. This was an unfortunate move on the monster's part, as Castiel grabbed it by the hair and blasted it, congealing its insides and burning out its eyes.
Dean got up, and for good measure, chopped off its head.
"Why?" Sam inquired.
"Just in case... never seen an angel smite a Leviathan outside of Purgatory," Dean replied flippantly.
Meanwhile, Cas had gone over to Garth and reached out his hand. The weedy ex-dentist shot straight up and exclaimed, "Hey now!" in response to the healing.
"There's at least one more," Sam pointed out as Cas healed his broken arm.
"What the hell were you thinking, going after two Leviathans without more backup?"
Garth snorted, "We thought they were just shape shifters."
"You were very wrong," Castiel replied. "Are you sure there were only two Leviathan?"
"Started themselves a cult," Garth explained. "People join up and are eaten for their troubles. Anyone comes to call looking for any of the members, and, well, either they're lunch or the Levis got a chunk stashed away somewhere."
"Damnit," Dean interjected. "Last thing we need is another group of Leviathan with a plan. Let's hope the one that got away was Pinky and this one was the Brain."
"Pinky?" Cas inquired.
"I'll show you an episode later," Dean said dismissively.
"We gotta git going, guys," Garth pointed out, "the other Levi's still here."
"You got any Borax?" Dean asked.
"We brought silver..."
"I'll get it," Castiel offered before disappearing.
Garth lead Sam and Dean out of the room and deeper into the compound. In terms of creepy cult hideaways, the place passed muster. Being empty made it easy to search.
As they padded down another hollow hall, Castiel popped back in, with an industrial spray bottle for each of them. "He's in there," the angel said helpfully as they approached a large double-door.
"Howdu know?" Garth asked.
"Subtly is not a strong Leviathan trait," Cas remarked simply.
Garth motioned to an amused Sam and Dean to take left and right as he went center. "You sure, Garth, last time - "
"Sam, please," Garth whispered, "let's go."
Amazingly, Garth was able to kick in the double doors. It's easier when they're not locked. Brandishing their spray bottles, Sam and Dean flanked Garth. The Leviathan powered towards them until the continuous borax rained down on him.
A flutter of wings and Castiel was behind the second Leviathan. The plan would've been flawless, but the room was too wide to be properly surrounded by four people. Breaking rank towards Sam, the monster smashed itself through one of the far windows.
Garth ran to the window and saw that the thing that disappeared. "Hell, that's new," he commented mildly.
"We've got a bigger problem," Sam remarked as he looked at the package the Leviathan had dropped before they entered. "Not as elaborate as Big Daddy Chomper's plan, but I think we've got one, or the starts of one, here." The assessment might've been premature, given the three second glance he had for the bag, but he had a bad feeling about it all.
"Let's take the crap and get the hell outa here," Dean suggested.
"We gotta room at the Brick Lane Motel," Garth said, "And if you two wanna come, one of you's gotta ride in the truck bed."
Dean called dibs on the truck bed; Sam made a passing comment about his brother being like a dog. "I guess he could be a Siberian Husky," Castiel commented. "Of course, I am not well versed in dogs."
"So you're an angel, then?" Garth commented brightly.
Back at the Motel, Sam confirmed his initially hasty assessment as he looked through the documents the Leviathan had packed up.
"Demons are wiped from the face of the earth, and now we've gotta wannabe Dick Roman? Couldn't get a week off or something?" Dean complained loudly.
"'Course not, Dean," Garth said smugly. "Hunters hunt so long as there's something out there to kill, right?"
"Don't forget ghosts," Sam added.
"Is there any indication of where they could be?" Castiel asked. "I could survey the areas for activity."
Sam pulled out a map and showed Cas. "It's marked up, but there's no key. Some cities are circled twice, different colors. Some once with another - it's gotta be some kind of code. Before we go poking around, we might want to dig in, you know?"
"I say we pack up this stuff, call a hunter's meet back at my safe boat, and get crackin' - " Garth began.
"Okay, well, sounds like a marathon kinda deal not a sprint," Dean commented.
"Yeah, I might have some resources we can use back at our place. Give me a few days, huh?" Sam said to Garth.
"Right, 'course," Garth conceded.
"Before we go, Sammy, can you write down that we need light bulbs for the Bat Cave?"
"What?"
Dean replied, "So we don't forget on our way home."
"I had an exploding mishap," Castiel admitted guiltily. "So you either need candles or more electronic bulbs... sorry."
"Exploding mishap? That sounds like a bitova personal problem," Garth remarked with sympathy. "You okay man?"
The expression on Castiel's face, as read by Dean, was something like I-didn't-know-love-caused-angels-to-explode-things-so-please-don't-blame-me. He tilted his head and let the confusion break over his face.
Sam looked from Dean to Cas over and over again. "Well, he took down a Leviathan today, how bad can he be?"
"I'm driving," Dean yelled, almost rushing the door to ensure the driver's seat.
"Shotgun," Castiel said, winging out just be sure.
Garth stopped Sam from following them. "What's going on with them?"
"Uh, just you know, guy stuff," Sam said uncertainly.
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