Savin' Me
Savin’ Me
Chapter 4
Chapter Wordcount: 1693
Casey cracked her eyes open at the soft snick of the door closing.
Dean froze the second he knew she was awake, a bag in one hand and a cardboard tray full of drinks precariously balanced on his other.
“Hey,” she said softly, sitting up.
“H…hey,” he answered, swallowing past the sudden lump in his throat. “I uh…um,” he looked down at the stuff in his hands, as if he had forgotten what he had been holding. “I uh, got coffee…and bagels.”
“Cool,” she said, getting out of bed, still half naked and Dean quick fumbled to place the food on the small table and look away.
“Do I have time for a shower or do you want to go get Sam?”
“Um, no, you can…no, it’s okay, you can…take a shower.”
She smiled, as if nothing in the world was freaking upside-down wrong and his own lip twitched into a smirk before he realized it, only snapping out of it and clumsily puttering around the room after she had turned on the water in the bathroom.
Dean had finally sat down, surfing around on the internet looking for nothing in particular when Casey came back out.
She had her shirt held closed with her hand and only then did Dean realized he had ripped the buttons off last night.
“Do you, happen to have a shirt I can borrow?”
“Fuck, um yea, sure,” he muttered, digging through the mess of his duffle before pulling out one that he knew at least to be clean.
“Look…I’m,” he sighed, “I’m sorry, ‘bout last…”
She held up her hand to stop him before pulling the soft cotton over her head.
“I really couldn’t give a rat’s ass about what you did Dean.”
His brow furrowed, mouth working like a fish out of water.
“You don’t know the things I’ve done,” her eyes going cold as the meaning sunk in. “What you did doesn’t even register on the same radar. Besides, it not like I didn’t enjoy it.”
“Now,” she said with a smile, taking a sip of a coffee, “You wanna go get Sam? You did promise him breakfast.”
Dean sighed, scrubbing the back of his neck with his hand and returning a small smile before nodding and grabbing his jacket.
“Can you get the food?”
“Sure,” she said, picking up the impromptu breakfast.
Dean’s hand grabbed the door handle and froze, “Look…”
“Don’t. Just don’t Dean, I’m fine.”
He smiled sadly and nodded before walking outside. He was halfway to the Impala before he realized she wasn’t behind him. He turned to see her standing in the doorway, eyebrow arched.
“Mind letting me out?”
They both laughed when he doubled back, drawing a broken line through the salt with the toe of his boot.
Casey stayed outside the doorway when they made it to the second floor of the hospital and to Sam’s room.
“Hey man,” Dean said, pleased to see Sam looking alert and strong, and doing his damnedest to ruin his new cast by jabbing a pencil down under the plaster.
“Whoa dude, chill out there,” Dean said with a crooked smile, snatching the pencil from Sam who gave a petulant pout. “You’re gonna give yourself lead poisoning.”
“That’s such bullshit, they haven’t used actual lead in pencils since the dark ages, besides, it’s not like we don’t handle it everyday or anything, now give it back, it itches” he scowled, holding out his hand.
“No way, your just gonna scrunch up all that padding shit in there and it’ll be even worse.”
Sam crossed his arms and outright brooded, which only caused Dean to laugh more before he handed over the cup of coffee and bag of bagels.
“Here, I promised you real food instead of this hospital crap,” he offered, dragging over the vinyl covered chair from the corner.
“Thanks man,” Sam mumbled, pulling out a bagel and a packet of cream cheese.
“So what happened? I remember you getting your boot stuck in the mud, and then that damn thing just appearing.”
“Heh, yea, snuck up on us I guess…damn thing knocked you down, I tried to get to you but the mud wouldn’t let me go.”
Sam nodded, muttering around his mouthful of food, “Yea, all I can remember thinking was ‘go for the thing’s eyes.’ So how’d you kill it?” he asked, taking a sip of his coffee and grimacing at it’s now lukewarm state.
“I uh…I didn’t.”
“What do you mean? It didn’t just let us get away.”
“No, no it didn’t,” Dean shook his head. He had hoped to postpone this discussion as long as he could, or you know, forever, but it was rearing its ugly head refusing to stay caged.
“Dude, c’mon.”
“Casey saved us.”
“Who?”
“Casey…the, the bartender, from Elizabethville.”
The crumbs of bagel that shot from Sam’s mouth were anything but dignified.
“That demon bitch?!”
“Hey! Watch it, she saved both our asses back there.”
“You’ve got to be fucking shitting me.”
“Look Sam…”
“Where is she?”
“Here, but…”
“Good,” he shot out, rolling the bedside table away from himself. “Let’s get me out of this popsicle stand and we’ll go take care of her.”
“Sit the fuck down,” he spit out, standing in order to physically block Sam if he had to.
Sam’s eyes widened in surprise as he froze.
“Look Sam, she saved us, whether you like it or not. She tracked our asses all the way from Ohio after you tried to freaking kill her! And you’re not going off half cocked and taking her out Chuck Norris style.”
“Dean…listen to yourself, she’s a demon,” Sam said slowly, like he was a talking to child who just hadn’t understood yet.
“I’m well aware of that Sam. She’s also a demon who’s promised to watch out for my ass when my ticket comes due.”
Sam’s face paled and Dean’s followed when he realized just what he had said. He really needed to work on shutting the Hell up when they got into it like this.
“What?” Sam squeaked.
Dean hung his head. “The girl she was possessing died, the wild bullet you shot her with killed the host, but not her…”
“It was only a wild bullet because you freaking tackled me!”
“Will you let me finish?!”
Sam snapped his jaw shut and glowered.
“She tracked me down Sam, she…she’s going to follow us, fight with us.”
Sam squawked, about to launch into his own tirade when Dean held his hand up glaring black and menacing telling Sam to just shut up.
“You might not wanna trust her Sam, and don’t even get me started on your little friend Ruby, but I trust her. And the fact that she was still around this morning after I...”
Dean’s eyes widened like saucers and he took a step back from the bed, wishing he could take a step back in time and not blurt that out. Seriously? Where was some duct tape? For his freaking mouth!
“After you did what Dean?” Sam asked slowly, the lukewarm coffee and thick bread threatening to make an encore appearance.
“I uh…nothin.’ I didn’t do anything.”
“You’re such a crappy liar.”
“Dude! I lie everyday and lots of people believe me…”
“Dean,” Sam said slowly, drawing out his name.
“I kinda…freaked out last night and sorta…forcedmyselfonher,” he said in a rush.
“You what?!” Sam said, shooting up from the bed, before scrambling to get a hold of the open backs of his hospital gown. “Are you fucking insane?!”
“Maybe…”
“Dean!”
“I don’t know okay! Don’t ask me why, I’ve never…I’d never do something like that! I don’t know why I did! But she was still there this morning, acted like nothing was wrong…I think she can help us,” he added, the fight leaving him in a rush.
“You’re nuts…and, sort of a necrophile,” Sam said, face scrunching up comically as he thought about it.
“What?!”
“We’ll you said the host was dead.”
“Okay that’s just wrong,” Dean grumbled, suddenly kind of freaked out at that semi-true statement. “And the body’s still alive, it’s just…her, instead of the person…”
God this demon stuff was hard to understand.
Sam shook his head, “That’s not the point Dean, we can’t trust her. You told me yourself how she had spoke about following Azazel, about her faith in Lucifer.”
“Sam…”
“No, Dean…”
They both were silenced when Casey came around the corner placing Sam’s bag of clothes inside the door.
“Look…I, I’m just gonna go…”
“Casey…”
“No Dean, Sam’s not going to trust me…and I can’t blame him,” she shrugged. “The world has enough evil they need you two to fight, you don’t need to be fighting each other,” she said softly before disappearing around the corner.
Dean had taken two steps towards the door before he even turned around to look at Sam.
He still stood, clutching at the hospital gown, mouth half open in frozen shock.
“Go get her,” he quietly.
“Sam…”
“Go Dean…before she’s gone.”
Dean just sighed and rushed out the door.
“Hey! Casey! Wait up!” Dean called, jogging to catch up before she could make it to the elevators, he grabbed her elbow and she stopped instantly.
“Dean…”
“Just…don’t run away.”
“I’m not running away Dean, Sam doesn’t want me here.”
“He’s the one who sent me after you.”
“What?”
Sam stopped any answer Dean might have given, as he walked up beside them, changed into his own clothes now.
“I’m not exactly sure what’s going on here…but Dean trusts you…and I trust Dean, so that’s enough for me.”
Casey looked at him dumbfounded.
“But if you even twitch in the direction that looks like you’re going to backstab him, us, don’t think for a moment I won’t send your ass back to Hell or outright kill you.”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
He nodded, seemingly pleased with her answer. “Now can we please get me the Hell outta here?” he grinned, “Besides, I think you two have a lot to explain on the ride home.”
Dean just laughed and led them back to the nurses’ station to fill out Sam’s discharge papers.
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Chapter 4
Chapter Wordcount: 1693
Casey cracked her eyes open at the soft snick of the door closing.
Dean froze the second he knew she was awake, a bag in one hand and a cardboard tray full of drinks precariously balanced on his other.
“Hey,” she said softly, sitting up.
“H…hey,” he answered, swallowing past the sudden lump in his throat. “I uh…um,” he looked down at the stuff in his hands, as if he had forgotten what he had been holding. “I uh, got coffee…and bagels.”
“Cool,” she said, getting out of bed, still half naked and Dean quick fumbled to place the food on the small table and look away.
“Do I have time for a shower or do you want to go get Sam?”
“Um, no, you can…no, it’s okay, you can…take a shower.”
She smiled, as if nothing in the world was freaking upside-down wrong and his own lip twitched into a smirk before he realized it, only snapping out of it and clumsily puttering around the room after she had turned on the water in the bathroom.
Dean had finally sat down, surfing around on the internet looking for nothing in particular when Casey came back out.
She had her shirt held closed with her hand and only then did Dean realized he had ripped the buttons off last night.
“Do you, happen to have a shirt I can borrow?”
“Fuck, um yea, sure,” he muttered, digging through the mess of his duffle before pulling out one that he knew at least to be clean.
“Look…I’m,” he sighed, “I’m sorry, ‘bout last…”
She held up her hand to stop him before pulling the soft cotton over her head.
“I really couldn’t give a rat’s ass about what you did Dean.”
His brow furrowed, mouth working like a fish out of water.
“You don’t know the things I’ve done,” her eyes going cold as the meaning sunk in. “What you did doesn’t even register on the same radar. Besides, it not like I didn’t enjoy it.”
“Now,” she said with a smile, taking a sip of a coffee, “You wanna go get Sam? You did promise him breakfast.”
Dean sighed, scrubbing the back of his neck with his hand and returning a small smile before nodding and grabbing his jacket.
“Can you get the food?”
“Sure,” she said, picking up the impromptu breakfast.
Dean’s hand grabbed the door handle and froze, “Look…”
“Don’t. Just don’t Dean, I’m fine.”
He smiled sadly and nodded before walking outside. He was halfway to the Impala before he realized she wasn’t behind him. He turned to see her standing in the doorway, eyebrow arched.
“Mind letting me out?”
They both laughed when he doubled back, drawing a broken line through the salt with the toe of his boot.
Casey stayed outside the doorway when they made it to the second floor of the hospital and to Sam’s room.
“Hey man,” Dean said, pleased to see Sam looking alert and strong, and doing his damnedest to ruin his new cast by jabbing a pencil down under the plaster.
“Whoa dude, chill out there,” Dean said with a crooked smile, snatching the pencil from Sam who gave a petulant pout. “You’re gonna give yourself lead poisoning.”
“That’s such bullshit, they haven’t used actual lead in pencils since the dark ages, besides, it’s not like we don’t handle it everyday or anything, now give it back, it itches” he scowled, holding out his hand.
“No way, your just gonna scrunch up all that padding shit in there and it’ll be even worse.”
Sam crossed his arms and outright brooded, which only caused Dean to laugh more before he handed over the cup of coffee and bag of bagels.
“Here, I promised you real food instead of this hospital crap,” he offered, dragging over the vinyl covered chair from the corner.
“Thanks man,” Sam mumbled, pulling out a bagel and a packet of cream cheese.
“So what happened? I remember you getting your boot stuck in the mud, and then that damn thing just appearing.”
“Heh, yea, snuck up on us I guess…damn thing knocked you down, I tried to get to you but the mud wouldn’t let me go.”
Sam nodded, muttering around his mouthful of food, “Yea, all I can remember thinking was ‘go for the thing’s eyes.’ So how’d you kill it?” he asked, taking a sip of his coffee and grimacing at it’s now lukewarm state.
“I uh…I didn’t.”
“What do you mean? It didn’t just let us get away.”
“No, no it didn’t,” Dean shook his head. He had hoped to postpone this discussion as long as he could, or you know, forever, but it was rearing its ugly head refusing to stay caged.
“Dude, c’mon.”
“Casey saved us.”
“Who?”
“Casey…the, the bartender, from Elizabethville.”
The crumbs of bagel that shot from Sam’s mouth were anything but dignified.
“That demon bitch?!”
“Hey! Watch it, she saved both our asses back there.”
“You’ve got to be fucking shitting me.”
“Look Sam…”
“Where is she?”
“Here, but…”
“Good,” he shot out, rolling the bedside table away from himself. “Let’s get me out of this popsicle stand and we’ll go take care of her.”
“Sit the fuck down,” he spit out, standing in order to physically block Sam if he had to.
Sam’s eyes widened in surprise as he froze.
“Look Sam, she saved us, whether you like it or not. She tracked our asses all the way from Ohio after you tried to freaking kill her! And you’re not going off half cocked and taking her out Chuck Norris style.”
“Dean…listen to yourself, she’s a demon,” Sam said slowly, like he was a talking to child who just hadn’t understood yet.
“I’m well aware of that Sam. She’s also a demon who’s promised to watch out for my ass when my ticket comes due.”
Sam’s face paled and Dean’s followed when he realized just what he had said. He really needed to work on shutting the Hell up when they got into it like this.
“What?” Sam squeaked.
Dean hung his head. “The girl she was possessing died, the wild bullet you shot her with killed the host, but not her…”
“It was only a wild bullet because you freaking tackled me!”
“Will you let me finish?!”
Sam snapped his jaw shut and glowered.
“She tracked me down Sam, she…she’s going to follow us, fight with us.”
Sam squawked, about to launch into his own tirade when Dean held his hand up glaring black and menacing telling Sam to just shut up.
“You might not wanna trust her Sam, and don’t even get me started on your little friend Ruby, but I trust her. And the fact that she was still around this morning after I...”
Dean’s eyes widened like saucers and he took a step back from the bed, wishing he could take a step back in time and not blurt that out. Seriously? Where was some duct tape? For his freaking mouth!
“After you did what Dean?” Sam asked slowly, the lukewarm coffee and thick bread threatening to make an encore appearance.
“I uh…nothin.’ I didn’t do anything.”
“You’re such a crappy liar.”
“Dude! I lie everyday and lots of people believe me…”
“Dean,” Sam said slowly, drawing out his name.
“I kinda…freaked out last night and sorta…forcedmyselfonher,” he said in a rush.
“You what?!” Sam said, shooting up from the bed, before scrambling to get a hold of the open backs of his hospital gown. “Are you fucking insane?!”
“Maybe…”
“Dean!”
“I don’t know okay! Don’t ask me why, I’ve never…I’d never do something like that! I don’t know why I did! But she was still there this morning, acted like nothing was wrong…I think she can help us,” he added, the fight leaving him in a rush.
“You’re nuts…and, sort of a necrophile,” Sam said, face scrunching up comically as he thought about it.
“What?!”
“We’ll you said the host was dead.”
“Okay that’s just wrong,” Dean grumbled, suddenly kind of freaked out at that semi-true statement. “And the body’s still alive, it’s just…her, instead of the person…”
God this demon stuff was hard to understand.
Sam shook his head, “That’s not the point Dean, we can’t trust her. You told me yourself how she had spoke about following Azazel, about her faith in Lucifer.”
“Sam…”
“No, Dean…”
They both were silenced when Casey came around the corner placing Sam’s bag of clothes inside the door.
“Look…I, I’m just gonna go…”
“Casey…”
“No Dean, Sam’s not going to trust me…and I can’t blame him,” she shrugged. “The world has enough evil they need you two to fight, you don’t need to be fighting each other,” she said softly before disappearing around the corner.
Dean had taken two steps towards the door before he even turned around to look at Sam.
He still stood, clutching at the hospital gown, mouth half open in frozen shock.
“Go get her,” he quietly.
“Sam…”
“Go Dean…before she’s gone.”
Dean just sighed and rushed out the door.
“Hey! Casey! Wait up!” Dean called, jogging to catch up before she could make it to the elevators, he grabbed her elbow and she stopped instantly.
“Dean…”
“Just…don’t run away.”
“I’m not running away Dean, Sam doesn’t want me here.”
“He’s the one who sent me after you.”
“What?”
Sam stopped any answer Dean might have given, as he walked up beside them, changed into his own clothes now.
“I’m not exactly sure what’s going on here…but Dean trusts you…and I trust Dean, so that’s enough for me.”
Casey looked at him dumbfounded.
“But if you even twitch in the direction that looks like you’re going to backstab him, us, don’t think for a moment I won’t send your ass back to Hell or outright kill you.”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
He nodded, seemingly pleased with her answer. “Now can we please get me the Hell outta here?” he grinned, “Besides, I think you two have a lot to explain on the ride home.”
Dean just laughed and led them back to the nurses’ station to fill out Sam’s discharge papers.
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