Savin' Me
Savin’ Me
Chapter 2
Chapter Wordcount: 1496
Dean was able to deflect and sidestep all of Sam’s attempts at talking about what happened for a week before everything came to a head.
They were down in the Louisiana swamps hunting a freaking rougarou of all godforsaken things.
“Son of a bitch,” Dean cursed, aiming his flashlight down to pull his boot out of the rank mud that had swallowed it up to his ankle.
“Man,” he whined, “Ruined, these things are freaking ruined now.”
Sam had turned, aiming his own light at Dean’s predicament, trying to hide his laughter.
Dean, although still pissed at the fact that his best pair of boots were now trash, was at least happy to see some semblance of normal back on Sam’s face, instead of the dark, broody, short, clipped and reserved version he had seen ever since, and a little before, Elizabethville.
Hindsight’s always twenty-twenty of course, and seeing as they were in the middle of freaking nowhere, at least a mile’s hike back to the car and hunting some whacked out version of a were-alligator, they really shouldn’t have stopped. Really shouldn’t have aimed their flashlights at each other and really shouldn’t have let their guard down to take part in some joke and jibes over Dean’s ruined footwear.
But that didn’t change the fact that they had.
When Dean heard the deep bellow that was way too close he knew his mistake.
His flashlight immediately arced over Sam’s shoulder, the light catching the creature’s eyes and flashing like the shapeshifer’s did.
“Sam, watch out!” he screamed, watching as the things massive clawed freaking hand came crashing down on Sam’s shoulder knocking him to the ground.
He went to run, the mud sucking his foot down deeper when he tried to push off. He stumbled, trying to desperately to catch himself and gain some ground as he watched the thing brace itself over Sam’s body.
Sam was swinging wild punches, trying to aim for the thing’s eyes, untold number of news stories saying how you could get away from alligator and shark attacks by jabbing their eyes replaying in his head. Of course, it would have been a lot easier if the damn thing wasn’t snapping its freakishly huge jaws at his face.
When Sam screamed out in pain as the thing managed to latch onto his arm, tossing him a few feet only to come down hard on him again Dean panicked.
He had given up on trying to keep his flashlight, it had long since gotten covered in the mud and was frantically trying to keep his gun clean and take aim somehow without catching Sam in the crosshairs.
He had just managed to yank his foot free with a wet pop when something went whistling past his ear only to strike with a dull thunk as the silver blade lodged itself between the rougarou’s eyes.
The massive beast thrashed, its tail swinging wildly as it collapsed half on top of Sam.
Almost immediately the scales and thick hide started to turn back into the skin of its human shape and Dean sat transfixed for a split second before he felt a pair of hands yank up on his arm, their superior strength snatching him out of the suction of the mud.
“Casey?” he asked, eyes wide at the ghost before him.
“I’ll explain later, right now you need to get Sam to a hospital,” she cut out, already making her way over to him.
She hefted him up over her shoulder in a fireman’s carry as if he weighed nothing, and the sheer lack of response from Sam spurred Dean into action.
Grabbing his forgotten pack he doused and salted the corpse before lighting a match and walking away, leaving it to burn and leading Casey back to where they had parked the car.
He hated hospitals. Had he ever mentioned that?
It had taken every ounce of willpower and self control he had to not throttle the nurses when they had arrived.
He eventually let them check him out, but not until he saw with his own eyes the group that had gathered around Sam.
Convinced he was getting the help he needed Dean had finally let the woman treat his couple scrapes and cuts.
Now he sat in a freaking cold waiting room at the end of the hall, cell phone cradled in his hands waiting until Sam got out of the operating room.
The gator that had attacked them while they were squirrel hunting, Dean had surprised even himself with that lie, had done a good number on Sam’s arm, he’d be wearing a cast, again, when all was said and done.
But the worst part was the blood loss. That’s what had caused him to have lost consciousness and Dean found his mind wandering to Casey again.
If she hadn’t have shown up when she had he had no doubt in his mind that they both would have been dead, buried in the thick Louisiana mud.
After the nurse had let him go he had returned to the car to grab a decently clean set of clothes before taking the woman’s offer up on using a shower in one of the unoccupied rooms.
By the time he had come out Casey had disappeared.
He had asked around, but none of the staff had apparently seen her. So he had given up for the time being and landed his ass in a chair in the waiting room.
He had his elbows on his knees, head buried in his hands, fingers laced through his still damp hair when he felt her settle into the seat beside him.
“Any news?”
He lifted his head, glancing at the mounted TV in the corner and shook his head.
“How’d you find us?” he asked, his mind finally grabbing hold of one of the dozens of questions that was swirling inside it.
“I’ve been looking for you since Ohio, took me a bit, but I managed.”
He stared at her in silence.
“I thought you died,” he said quietly.
She smirked and looked down at her hands in her lap. “Damn near did. But no. This body bled out, and that special bullet sure did a number on me, but it didn’t kill me.”
“The body…”
She smiled sadly, “The real Casey is dead, the only thing keeping this body alive is me. If I left, it would just collapse.”
Dean reached out with tentative fingers and lifted the hem of her black shirt, seeing the still angry red wound on her stomach where the bullet had cut through, catching her eyes in confusion.
“When we inhabit a body, it keeps it alive. Heart’s still running, blood’s still pumping…it’s only when we leave that it stops. So the body still heals itself just like normal, although, it can be a little faster at times.”
“Why?”
“Well…I mean, when we possess…”
“Why’d you help us?” he paused, “Help me?”
She paused, “Then…or now?”
“Both.”
“Then…because,” she paused again, “You respected me, at least a little, and you didn’t bullshit me. I don’t know…why did you stop Sam from killing me?”
“Honestly…I don’t know.”
“Yea,” she said quietly.
“Why now?”
She huffed out a cynical laugh.
“What else was I supposed to do? Levon wasn’t exaggerating, when he said we’d been to Hell and back together. I’d been with him for centuries. And after you killed Azazel he was the only one of us I had any loyalty too.
“But he’s gone, and it’s not like I could stay in Elizabethtown, at Trotter’s. I am nothing if I’m not loyal Dean. And after what you did, trying to save me. My allegiance lies with you now.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he scoffed, getting up to walk in a small circle.
“What else do I have Dean?”
His eyes shot back to her.
“I helped you save Sam. I’m here now, I’m not running. You could exorcise me right now. Or I could tear you apart without even touching you…but I’m not, doesn’t that tell you something?”
“Do you even have any idea what you’re saying?” he asked quietly, sitting back down next to her.
“I have a pretty good idea.”
“You’d be fighting against your own kind, fighting for the enemy.”
“I know Dean, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. Demons, we’re hardwired for death and destruction; it would be like trying to turn a wolf into a vegetarian. But I will follow you.”
Dean snorted at the simile.
“And I don’t blame you for not wanting to trust me. But…I have nothing else to fight for, no where else to go,” she sighed. “I want you to teach me, show me why you fight,” she whispered.
He held her eyes, “You’re right,” he said quietly. “I don’t want to trust you…”
She ran her lip through her teeth and looked down.
“But I do.”
Her eyes shot back to his.
Chapter Notes: The rougarou I pulled from the SN Book of Monsters, they don't give much information on it, and I couldn't find much online so I just sort of bent it to work for what I needed.
Levon is a Latin name meaning lion, don't ask me why I picked it, just seemed to fit her priest lover because he was a bit of an ass. I got the name from here: http://www.babynamesworld.com/meaning_of_Levon.html
So anyways, this was the big twist/turn that ate my brain for breakfast. *bites nails* This is really what I was so worried about not being recieved warmly. So...I is a feedback whore!!!
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Chapter 2
Chapter Wordcount: 1496
Dean was able to deflect and sidestep all of Sam’s attempts at talking about what happened for a week before everything came to a head.
They were down in the Louisiana swamps hunting a freaking rougarou of all godforsaken things.
“Son of a bitch,” Dean cursed, aiming his flashlight down to pull his boot out of the rank mud that had swallowed it up to his ankle.
“Man,” he whined, “Ruined, these things are freaking ruined now.”
Sam had turned, aiming his own light at Dean’s predicament, trying to hide his laughter.
Dean, although still pissed at the fact that his best pair of boots were now trash, was at least happy to see some semblance of normal back on Sam’s face, instead of the dark, broody, short, clipped and reserved version he had seen ever since, and a little before, Elizabethville.
Hindsight’s always twenty-twenty of course, and seeing as they were in the middle of freaking nowhere, at least a mile’s hike back to the car and hunting some whacked out version of a were-alligator, they really shouldn’t have stopped. Really shouldn’t have aimed their flashlights at each other and really shouldn’t have let their guard down to take part in some joke and jibes over Dean’s ruined footwear.
But that didn’t change the fact that they had.
When Dean heard the deep bellow that was way too close he knew his mistake.
His flashlight immediately arced over Sam’s shoulder, the light catching the creature’s eyes and flashing like the shapeshifer’s did.
“Sam, watch out!” he screamed, watching as the things massive clawed freaking hand came crashing down on Sam’s shoulder knocking him to the ground.
He went to run, the mud sucking his foot down deeper when he tried to push off. He stumbled, trying to desperately to catch himself and gain some ground as he watched the thing brace itself over Sam’s body.
Sam was swinging wild punches, trying to aim for the thing’s eyes, untold number of news stories saying how you could get away from alligator and shark attacks by jabbing their eyes replaying in his head. Of course, it would have been a lot easier if the damn thing wasn’t snapping its freakishly huge jaws at his face.
When Sam screamed out in pain as the thing managed to latch onto his arm, tossing him a few feet only to come down hard on him again Dean panicked.
He had given up on trying to keep his flashlight, it had long since gotten covered in the mud and was frantically trying to keep his gun clean and take aim somehow without catching Sam in the crosshairs.
He had just managed to yank his foot free with a wet pop when something went whistling past his ear only to strike with a dull thunk as the silver blade lodged itself between the rougarou’s eyes.
The massive beast thrashed, its tail swinging wildly as it collapsed half on top of Sam.
Almost immediately the scales and thick hide started to turn back into the skin of its human shape and Dean sat transfixed for a split second before he felt a pair of hands yank up on his arm, their superior strength snatching him out of the suction of the mud.
“Casey?” he asked, eyes wide at the ghost before him.
“I’ll explain later, right now you need to get Sam to a hospital,” she cut out, already making her way over to him.
She hefted him up over her shoulder in a fireman’s carry as if he weighed nothing, and the sheer lack of response from Sam spurred Dean into action.
Grabbing his forgotten pack he doused and salted the corpse before lighting a match and walking away, leaving it to burn and leading Casey back to where they had parked the car.
He hated hospitals. Had he ever mentioned that?
It had taken every ounce of willpower and self control he had to not throttle the nurses when they had arrived.
He eventually let them check him out, but not until he saw with his own eyes the group that had gathered around Sam.
Convinced he was getting the help he needed Dean had finally let the woman treat his couple scrapes and cuts.
Now he sat in a freaking cold waiting room at the end of the hall, cell phone cradled in his hands waiting until Sam got out of the operating room.
The gator that had attacked them while they were squirrel hunting, Dean had surprised even himself with that lie, had done a good number on Sam’s arm, he’d be wearing a cast, again, when all was said and done.
But the worst part was the blood loss. That’s what had caused him to have lost consciousness and Dean found his mind wandering to Casey again.
If she hadn’t have shown up when she had he had no doubt in his mind that they both would have been dead, buried in the thick Louisiana mud.
After the nurse had let him go he had returned to the car to grab a decently clean set of clothes before taking the woman’s offer up on using a shower in one of the unoccupied rooms.
By the time he had come out Casey had disappeared.
He had asked around, but none of the staff had apparently seen her. So he had given up for the time being and landed his ass in a chair in the waiting room.
He had his elbows on his knees, head buried in his hands, fingers laced through his still damp hair when he felt her settle into the seat beside him.
“Any news?”
He lifted his head, glancing at the mounted TV in the corner and shook his head.
“How’d you find us?” he asked, his mind finally grabbing hold of one of the dozens of questions that was swirling inside it.
“I’ve been looking for you since Ohio, took me a bit, but I managed.”
He stared at her in silence.
“I thought you died,” he said quietly.
She smirked and looked down at her hands in her lap. “Damn near did. But no. This body bled out, and that special bullet sure did a number on me, but it didn’t kill me.”
“The body…”
She smiled sadly, “The real Casey is dead, the only thing keeping this body alive is me. If I left, it would just collapse.”
Dean reached out with tentative fingers and lifted the hem of her black shirt, seeing the still angry red wound on her stomach where the bullet had cut through, catching her eyes in confusion.
“When we inhabit a body, it keeps it alive. Heart’s still running, blood’s still pumping…it’s only when we leave that it stops. So the body still heals itself just like normal, although, it can be a little faster at times.”
“Why?”
“Well…I mean, when we possess…”
“Why’d you help us?” he paused, “Help me?”
She paused, “Then…or now?”
“Both.”
“Then…because,” she paused again, “You respected me, at least a little, and you didn’t bullshit me. I don’t know…why did you stop Sam from killing me?”
“Honestly…I don’t know.”
“Yea,” she said quietly.
“Why now?”
She huffed out a cynical laugh.
“What else was I supposed to do? Levon wasn’t exaggerating, when he said we’d been to Hell and back together. I’d been with him for centuries. And after you killed Azazel he was the only one of us I had any loyalty too.
“But he’s gone, and it’s not like I could stay in Elizabethtown, at Trotter’s. I am nothing if I’m not loyal Dean. And after what you did, trying to save me. My allegiance lies with you now.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he scoffed, getting up to walk in a small circle.
“What else do I have Dean?”
His eyes shot back to her.
“I helped you save Sam. I’m here now, I’m not running. You could exorcise me right now. Or I could tear you apart without even touching you…but I’m not, doesn’t that tell you something?”
“Do you even have any idea what you’re saying?” he asked quietly, sitting back down next to her.
“I have a pretty good idea.”
“You’d be fighting against your own kind, fighting for the enemy.”
“I know Dean, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. Demons, we’re hardwired for death and destruction; it would be like trying to turn a wolf into a vegetarian. But I will follow you.”
Dean snorted at the simile.
“And I don’t blame you for not wanting to trust me. But…I have nothing else to fight for, no where else to go,” she sighed. “I want you to teach me, show me why you fight,” she whispered.
He held her eyes, “You’re right,” he said quietly. “I don’t want to trust you…”
She ran her lip through her teeth and looked down.
“But I do.”
Her eyes shot back to his.
Chapter Notes: The rougarou I pulled from the SN Book of Monsters, they don't give much information on it, and I couldn't find much online so I just sort of bent it to work for what I needed.
Levon is a Latin name meaning lion, don't ask me why I picked it, just seemed to fit her priest lover because he was a bit of an ass. I got the name from here: http://www.babynamesworld.com/meaning_of_Levon.html
So anyways, this was the big twist/turn that ate my brain for breakfast. *bites nails* This is really what I was so worried about not being recieved warmly. So...I is a feedback whore!!!
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