Savin' Me
Savin’ Me
Chapter 1
Chapter Wordcount: 1138
“You two?” Dean asked, catching his breath.
Casey couldn’t help the way her lip twitched into a smirk at the look on Dean’s face.
“For centuries, we’ve been to Hell and back, literally,” her partner answered.
“Leave him be,” Casey asked, placing a calming hand on his arm, knowing full well his hatred for humans.
Dean’s eyes danced between the two, a sudden wash of surprise hitting him when her words rewound and played again in his head, the meaning sticking the second time around.
He didn’t have any time to react before the pseudo-priest reached out, grabbing his neck in an iron grip and lifting him off his feet like he was a rag doll.
“Don’t kill him, let’s just go!” Casey shot out, before Dean had even run out of precious oxygen. His brain momentarily ignoring her plea to focus on the need to breathe, but cataloging it nonetheless
He caught her eyes, and if his throat hadn’t already been in the process of being crushed he definitely would have had to swallow past a sudden lump at the way her eyes begged him to understand. Understand that she didn’t want this. She didn’t want him grasping and gasping for life.
As cocky and sarcastic as she had been the entire time he had been around her, the soft spoken “please” that fell on her demonic lover’s deaf ears had him holding her eyes more than anything else. Trying to tell her, for reasons even he couldn’t understand, that it was okay, he wasn’t blaming her for this.
The gunshot startled them all, and successfully halted the sudden reverse that Dean’s mind had skidded into, trying desperately to understand the situation and why he was feeling the way he was towards her.
He felt the jolt as the bullet struck the priest’s chest travel up through his arm before his grip jerked and released his throat, leaving him to collapse into a heap on the floor.
Oxygen starved lungs pulled in deep gulps of air as his vision finally began to stop swimming and he focused on Sam, holding what sure as Hell looked like The Colt.
A quick glance stolen over to Casey and her partner revealed what Dean would have put money on being impossible, as he watched her lover’s form flash and spark before collapsing into a plainly obvious dead body.
Casey wasn’t paying attention and Dean looked back over at Sam, whose own steely eyes scared him more in that moment than any inky-black could ever do.
What Dean did next, he really couldn’t explain then, and is still not sure he could explain now.
He saw Sam shift, saw him take aim at Casey and all that was screaming in his mind was she tried to save you.
“Sam, wait!”
A sudden burst of adrenaline had him rolling onto his hands and knees before launching himself at his own brother.
Just as his shoulder connected with Sam’s chest, his hand reaching for his brother’s arm, he felt Sam’s body jerk as the gun went off, ringing bells in Dean’s ears as they both collapsed to the ground in a tangle of limbs and curses.
“What the fuck Dean!”
He allowed Sam’s paw of a hand to push at his chest, rolling him over to his side and looked at where Casey was hunched over.
His eyes widened as she collapsed to her knees in the middle of the seal, both hands cradled over her stomach, soaked in a wet crimson shades darker than her shirt.
The bullet hadn’t hit its mark, but it had been close enough.
She caught his eyes, apologizes sparking between the two for a split second before Sam grabbed a hold of Dean.
“What the fuck are you doing man!” he said, reaching out to where The Colt had landed.
Not being able to reach the weapon himself, Dean did the only thing he could to stop his brother from wrapping his fingers around the gun.
He swung his fist into his face, watching as his brother’s eyes fluttered closed.
Groaning in pain, he glanced back at Casey, laid out, unmoving, next to her lover and he closed his eyes, striking his fist against the stone floor.
“Damnit!”
Bobby managed to make it down the stairs a few moments later and helped Dean manhandle Sam’s unconscious form back out.
Bobby saw the carnage, saw the cold glint in Dean’s eyes and could see the yellow bruise that had already started to blossom on Sam’s face…and he held his tongue.
“I should kick your ass.”
Dean looked up to see Sam holding a washcloth full of ice on his cheek.
“What the fuck were you even doing?!”
“I was stopping your sudden Rambo rampage!” he roared, standing up to face Sam.
“She was a demon!”
“Yea, and she was possessing a human! What the Hell Sam, since when do you not care about collateral damage?!”
“Since your life was at stake you asshole. In case you hadn’t noticed he was choking you to death!”
“He, he was choking me to death! She wasn’t!”
Something sparked behind Sam’s eyes. “What the Hell difference does that make?!”
“You didn’t have to freakin’ kill her!”
“Why the Hell not?!”
“’Cause she was trying to help me!”
Suddenly Dean’s muscles sagged as he realized what he had just shouted out in anger and the flash of something he saw cross Sam’s face.
“What?!” Sam snorted, “You fucking kidding me, you actually trusted that bitch?!”
Dean spun and glared at Sam in rage and defiance, stabbing a finger in his face. “And you trusting that bitch Ruby is so much different?!”
Sam tensed and shuddered.
“That’s different,” he hissed.
“How? How Sam? Freaking enlighten me as to how that’s fucking different.”
“Because she told me she could save you!”
“Goddamnit Sam!” he spun away from him, rubbing his hand over his face.
“Why can’t you see she’s playing you?! She knows what you want and she’s using it to get you to play into her hands!”
“Well that’s a risk I’m willing to take Dean! For god sakes, you might be ready to fight and fuck and gamble your time away but I’m not damnit! Besides we have The Colt now, which she helped Bobby fix by the way, if she turns against us I’ll just kill her.”
Dean’s eyes squinted. One year ago, Sam would have said “we’ll trap her and exorcise the demon, set the girl free.” Now the first thing out of his mouth was “I’ll kill her.”
He snatched his leather jacket off the chair and grabbed the keys off the table.
“Where are you going Dean?”
“Out, alone. And for the record…you shouldn’t have shot her,” he added, slamming the door on whatever Sam could have shot back.
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Chapter 1
Chapter Wordcount: 1138
“You two?” Dean asked, catching his breath.
Casey couldn’t help the way her lip twitched into a smirk at the look on Dean’s face.
“For centuries, we’ve been to Hell and back, literally,” her partner answered.
“Leave him be,” Casey asked, placing a calming hand on his arm, knowing full well his hatred for humans.
Dean’s eyes danced between the two, a sudden wash of surprise hitting him when her words rewound and played again in his head, the meaning sticking the second time around.
He didn’t have any time to react before the pseudo-priest reached out, grabbing his neck in an iron grip and lifting him off his feet like he was a rag doll.
“Don’t kill him, let’s just go!” Casey shot out, before Dean had even run out of precious oxygen. His brain momentarily ignoring her plea to focus on the need to breathe, but cataloging it nonetheless
He caught her eyes, and if his throat hadn’t already been in the process of being crushed he definitely would have had to swallow past a sudden lump at the way her eyes begged him to understand. Understand that she didn’t want this. She didn’t want him grasping and gasping for life.
As cocky and sarcastic as she had been the entire time he had been around her, the soft spoken “please” that fell on her demonic lover’s deaf ears had him holding her eyes more than anything else. Trying to tell her, for reasons even he couldn’t understand, that it was okay, he wasn’t blaming her for this.
The gunshot startled them all, and successfully halted the sudden reverse that Dean’s mind had skidded into, trying desperately to understand the situation and why he was feeling the way he was towards her.
He felt the jolt as the bullet struck the priest’s chest travel up through his arm before his grip jerked and released his throat, leaving him to collapse into a heap on the floor.
Oxygen starved lungs pulled in deep gulps of air as his vision finally began to stop swimming and he focused on Sam, holding what sure as Hell looked like The Colt.
A quick glance stolen over to Casey and her partner revealed what Dean would have put money on being impossible, as he watched her lover’s form flash and spark before collapsing into a plainly obvious dead body.
Casey wasn’t paying attention and Dean looked back over at Sam, whose own steely eyes scared him more in that moment than any inky-black could ever do.
What Dean did next, he really couldn’t explain then, and is still not sure he could explain now.
He saw Sam shift, saw him take aim at Casey and all that was screaming in his mind was she tried to save you.
“Sam, wait!”
A sudden burst of adrenaline had him rolling onto his hands and knees before launching himself at his own brother.
Just as his shoulder connected with Sam’s chest, his hand reaching for his brother’s arm, he felt Sam’s body jerk as the gun went off, ringing bells in Dean’s ears as they both collapsed to the ground in a tangle of limbs and curses.
“What the fuck Dean!”
He allowed Sam’s paw of a hand to push at his chest, rolling him over to his side and looked at where Casey was hunched over.
His eyes widened as she collapsed to her knees in the middle of the seal, both hands cradled over her stomach, soaked in a wet crimson shades darker than her shirt.
The bullet hadn’t hit its mark, but it had been close enough.
She caught his eyes, apologizes sparking between the two for a split second before Sam grabbed a hold of Dean.
“What the fuck are you doing man!” he said, reaching out to where The Colt had landed.
Not being able to reach the weapon himself, Dean did the only thing he could to stop his brother from wrapping his fingers around the gun.
He swung his fist into his face, watching as his brother’s eyes fluttered closed.
Groaning in pain, he glanced back at Casey, laid out, unmoving, next to her lover and he closed his eyes, striking his fist against the stone floor.
“Damnit!”
Bobby managed to make it down the stairs a few moments later and helped Dean manhandle Sam’s unconscious form back out.
Bobby saw the carnage, saw the cold glint in Dean’s eyes and could see the yellow bruise that had already started to blossom on Sam’s face…and he held his tongue.
“I should kick your ass.”
Dean looked up to see Sam holding a washcloth full of ice on his cheek.
“What the fuck were you even doing?!”
“I was stopping your sudden Rambo rampage!” he roared, standing up to face Sam.
“She was a demon!”
“Yea, and she was possessing a human! What the Hell Sam, since when do you not care about collateral damage?!”
“Since your life was at stake you asshole. In case you hadn’t noticed he was choking you to death!”
“He, he was choking me to death! She wasn’t!”
Something sparked behind Sam’s eyes. “What the Hell difference does that make?!”
“You didn’t have to freakin’ kill her!”
“Why the Hell not?!”
“’Cause she was trying to help me!”
Suddenly Dean’s muscles sagged as he realized what he had just shouted out in anger and the flash of something he saw cross Sam’s face.
“What?!” Sam snorted, “You fucking kidding me, you actually trusted that bitch?!”
Dean spun and glared at Sam in rage and defiance, stabbing a finger in his face. “And you trusting that bitch Ruby is so much different?!”
Sam tensed and shuddered.
“That’s different,” he hissed.
“How? How Sam? Freaking enlighten me as to how that’s fucking different.”
“Because she told me she could save you!”
“Goddamnit Sam!” he spun away from him, rubbing his hand over his face.
“Why can’t you see she’s playing you?! She knows what you want and she’s using it to get you to play into her hands!”
“Well that’s a risk I’m willing to take Dean! For god sakes, you might be ready to fight and fuck and gamble your time away but I’m not damnit! Besides we have The Colt now, which she helped Bobby fix by the way, if she turns against us I’ll just kill her.”
Dean’s eyes squinted. One year ago, Sam would have said “we’ll trap her and exorcise the demon, set the girl free.” Now the first thing out of his mouth was “I’ll kill her.”
He snatched his leather jacket off the chair and grabbed the keys off the table.
“Where are you going Dean?”
“Out, alone. And for the record…you shouldn’t have shot her,” he added, slamming the door on whatever Sam could have shot back.
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