09x02 - Gimme a Bullet - Part One: Hit Me Low
Episode number: 09x02 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Gimme a Bullet
Subtitle: Hit Me Low
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word count: 1,017
Rating: R
Warnings: language, violence
Spencer, West Virginia. Jason Emerson pulled up to his house in the early evening, his back aching from all the lifting he'd done that day. He was surprised, although not necessarily pleased, to see a package on his doorstep.
Luckily, the package was only a few pounds. It had no return address, just a postmark from Jamestown, New York. The location brought back memories, and the memories put a smile on his face.
He brought the package inside and opened it in his dining room.
His smile widened. It was a fourteenth century katana, beautifully crafted and in pristine condition. Jason held it in his hands, going through the motions of swordplay without unsheathing the blade.
He set it aside and riffled through the packing materials, certain whoever sent such a gift must have included a note, but all he found was a plain white card with a single foreign character that he didn't recognize.
"Guess I shoulda learned Chinese," he said to himself.
He shrugged and looked up at the ceiling, clutching the card. With no one in particular to thank, he said, "Thank ya, whoever send this, an' thank whatever angel told ya tah send this."
Jason jolted when he saw it: the katana floating at arm height in front of him. The sheath fell away, revealing the sharp, shining edge of the blade. He felt the terror well up inside him.
With a single swipe, the katana struck from shoulder to hip, then hip to hip, then straight across his neck.
Jason Emerson hit the floor in five pieces, with the katana perched innocently on the table above him, covered in his blood.
Lebanon, Kansas. Sam felt the color drain from his face. He'd dealt with FBI Agents before, sure, but an FBI Agent who worked with monsters? That was new.
"What do you want from me?" Sam demanded.
"Relax, I'm not your enemy," the agent replied as she discreetly pushed her badge in front of him. "My name is Special Agent Dakota Gage, but like I said before, most people call me Dodge. And we have so much to talk about, Sam Winchester."
Sam quickly made mental notes of her features. She was five foot eight with medium-length brown hair, dark brown eyes, a small nose, and visible cheekbones.
"Funny," Sam snapped, "usually it's my enemies that sick shape shifters after me."
"That's what he was?" Dodge asked, tucking her badge back into her pocket.
"I'm guessing that's what you are, too."
"No, I'm human."
"Prove it."
Dodge raised an eyebrow. "Okay, how?"
Sam pulled out a small silver knife kept in his jacket pocket and held it out to her.
"What do you want me to do with that?"
"Show me you bleed red."
Without flinching, Dodge took it and pressed it into the palm of her hand until she drew blood. As she handed the blade back, she said, "No exactly subtle, huh?"
She wasn't wrong. Some of the wait staff had started throwing them odd looks.
"Tell me," Sam said. "What's an FBI Agent doing working with a shifter, pretending to be a social worker?"
Dodge replied, "I know it was something pretending to be Daniel Coopers, but I didn't know what. And it came to me about you. Said he'd found two spree killers reported dead about two years back."
"That happen a lot? Monsters just approach you with critical information?"
"No. Well, not that I'm aware of, anyway," she said. "The only reason this... shifter, you called it? Right. The shifter came to me because I started poking around the spree-killer case after the agent handling it disappeared."
"And why would you do that?" he asked.
"Because it involved hunters."
"Hunters?" Sam faltered.
"Like your father."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
She reached out and touched Sam's forearm, as if to calm him down. "He saved my life, and my ass, too. Which is saying a lot, since I was trying to bust his at the time."
He jerked his arm away from her. "Sure he did."
"You don't trust me, I get it. And I've got no proof that I just pulled you and your brother out of the fire... but I do have this for you."
She pulled out an enormous file clamped together.
"Am I supposed to know what that is?"
"This is the reason I'm here," she explained. "It's what I'm trying to stop."
She flipped it open to reveal a newspaper clipping titled AMANDA HOLMES-MCCOY SENTENCED FOR 25 YEARS FOR MURDER IN THE FIRST DEGREE.
She said, "Technically, it's true. She was possessed. Her body was used to kill someone."
"And how do you know that?" Sam asked.
"I witnessed her exorcism."
Sam stifled his laugh of disbelief. "So you want me to, what, bust her out?"
"No, I want to help people like her from being put away."
"Then do it."
Dodge smiled bitterly. She replied, "I do my best, but I'm just an FBI Agent. I can't grant pardons, or prove someone was possessed, or that they were killing a vampire instead of a human being."
Sam shifted. He was very uncomfortable, and he had to fight his desire to flee from the diner and hope she couldn't catch up.
"I know I only know enough to make my life difficult," she continued. "You're not the first hunter I've covered for, but you are the first one I've reached out to."
"Why's that?"
"Because I'm tired of hating myself for not being able to do more," she replied. "And I was hoping you would be more like your father."
Sam nearly stood up, but he controlled himself. He wasn't sure if he wanted to punch her in the face or make a break for it.
Dodge didn't like the attention their conversation drew, so she pulled out a business card and put it on the file.
"Take a look at the files, see what I'm talking about. You change your mind, or you need something, call me."
She stood up and left without giving him a chance to reply.
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09x01 Summertime Blues
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Part Two: Something to Chew
Episode 09x02 Gimme a Bullet
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Gimme a Bullet
Subtitle: Hit Me Low
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word count: 1,017
Rating: R
Warnings: language, violence
Spencer, West Virginia. Jason Emerson pulled up to his house in the early evening, his back aching from all the lifting he'd done that day. He was surprised, although not necessarily pleased, to see a package on his doorstep.
Luckily, the package was only a few pounds. It had no return address, just a postmark from Jamestown, New York. The location brought back memories, and the memories put a smile on his face.
He brought the package inside and opened it in his dining room.
His smile widened. It was a fourteenth century katana, beautifully crafted and in pristine condition. Jason held it in his hands, going through the motions of swordplay without unsheathing the blade.
He set it aside and riffled through the packing materials, certain whoever sent such a gift must have included a note, but all he found was a plain white card with a single foreign character that he didn't recognize.
"Guess I shoulda learned Chinese," he said to himself.
He shrugged and looked up at the ceiling, clutching the card. With no one in particular to thank, he said, "Thank ya, whoever send this, an' thank whatever angel told ya tah send this."
Jason jolted when he saw it: the katana floating at arm height in front of him. The sheath fell away, revealing the sharp, shining edge of the blade. He felt the terror well up inside him.
With a single swipe, the katana struck from shoulder to hip, then hip to hip, then straight across his neck.
Jason Emerson hit the floor in five pieces, with the katana perched innocently on the table above him, covered in his blood.
Lebanon, Kansas. Sam felt the color drain from his face. He'd dealt with FBI Agents before, sure, but an FBI Agent who worked with monsters? That was new.
"What do you want from me?" Sam demanded.
"Relax, I'm not your enemy," the agent replied as she discreetly pushed her badge in front of him. "My name is Special Agent Dakota Gage, but like I said before, most people call me Dodge. And we have so much to talk about, Sam Winchester."
Sam quickly made mental notes of her features. She was five foot eight with medium-length brown hair, dark brown eyes, a small nose, and visible cheekbones.
"Funny," Sam snapped, "usually it's my enemies that sick shape shifters after me."
"That's what he was?" Dodge asked, tucking her badge back into her pocket.
"I'm guessing that's what you are, too."
"No, I'm human."
"Prove it."
Dodge raised an eyebrow. "Okay, how?"
Sam pulled out a small silver knife kept in his jacket pocket and held it out to her.
"What do you want me to do with that?"
"Show me you bleed red."
Without flinching, Dodge took it and pressed it into the palm of her hand until she drew blood. As she handed the blade back, she said, "No exactly subtle, huh?"
She wasn't wrong. Some of the wait staff had started throwing them odd looks.
"Tell me," Sam said. "What's an FBI Agent doing working with a shifter, pretending to be a social worker?"
Dodge replied, "I know it was something pretending to be Daniel Coopers, but I didn't know what. And it came to me about you. Said he'd found two spree killers reported dead about two years back."
"That happen a lot? Monsters just approach you with critical information?"
"No. Well, not that I'm aware of, anyway," she said. "The only reason this... shifter, you called it? Right. The shifter came to me because I started poking around the spree-killer case after the agent handling it disappeared."
"And why would you do that?" he asked.
"Because it involved hunters."
"Hunters?" Sam faltered.
"Like your father."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
She reached out and touched Sam's forearm, as if to calm him down. "He saved my life, and my ass, too. Which is saying a lot, since I was trying to bust his at the time."
He jerked his arm away from her. "Sure he did."
"You don't trust me, I get it. And I've got no proof that I just pulled you and your brother out of the fire... but I do have this for you."
She pulled out an enormous file clamped together.
"Am I supposed to know what that is?"
"This is the reason I'm here," she explained. "It's what I'm trying to stop."
She flipped it open to reveal a newspaper clipping titled AMANDA HOLMES-MCCOY SENTENCED FOR 25 YEARS FOR MURDER IN THE FIRST DEGREE.
She said, "Technically, it's true. She was possessed. Her body was used to kill someone."
"And how do you know that?" Sam asked.
"I witnessed her exorcism."
Sam stifled his laugh of disbelief. "So you want me to, what, bust her out?"
"No, I want to help people like her from being put away."
"Then do it."
Dodge smiled bitterly. She replied, "I do my best, but I'm just an FBI Agent. I can't grant pardons, or prove someone was possessed, or that they were killing a vampire instead of a human being."
Sam shifted. He was very uncomfortable, and he had to fight his desire to flee from the diner and hope she couldn't catch up.
"I know I only know enough to make my life difficult," she continued. "You're not the first hunter I've covered for, but you are the first one I've reached out to."
"Why's that?"
"Because I'm tired of hating myself for not being able to do more," she replied. "And I was hoping you would be more like your father."
Sam nearly stood up, but he controlled himself. He wasn't sure if he wanted to punch her in the face or make a break for it.
Dodge didn't like the attention their conversation drew, so she pulled out a business card and put it on the file.
"Take a look at the files, see what I'm talking about. You change your mind, or you need something, call me."
She stood up and left without giving him a chance to reply.
<<< Previous:
09x01 Summertime Blues
Next: >>>
Part Two: Something to Chew
Episode 09x02 Gimme a Bullet
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)