Savin' Me
Savin’ Me
Chapter 5
Chapter Wordcount: 1207
They spent a week learning how to move around each other, how to deal with the new dynamic.
And Dean maxed out a new credit card on outfitting Casey since she had left everything behind when she had single-mindedly sought them out.
The end of that week tested both the boys’ trust in her.
Dean swung open the glass door to a Steak ’n’ Shake and let Casey and Sam walk in before him.
Sam had just grabbed the second door’s handle, about to enter the restaurant when Casey froze.
“What?” Dean asked, following where she was staring.
“He’s a demon.”
“What?” Sam asked, spinning around to look at where her gaze was fixated.
“Way to make it obvious guys,” she snapped, grabbing Sam’s sleeve and yanking him back around.
“The middle aged, five-seven, five-eight dude sipping a chocolate shake…brown jacket. He’s a demon.”
“How can you tell?”
Casey just arched her brow and shot Sam a look.
“Okay fine, what do we do?”
“You boys go back to the motel.”
“What?” Dean squawked.
“Go back to the motel; put a seal under Sam’s bed.”
“And what are you going to do?”
“Take him there.”
Dean arched his brow this time.
“Look, he’s going to be able to tell what I am just the way I can. And it hasn’t quite gone down the grapevine yet that you boys have a demon on your side so I can get him to follow me back, get him in the seal and then wham, bam, thank you ma’am you send his ass packing back to Hell.”
They had to admit, it was a pretty good plan.
“C’mon Sam,” Dean said, grabbing Sam’s jacket and yanking him back outside. He stopped and pointed a finger at Casey before he let the door close behind him. “You’re not there in a half hour and I’m coming back.”
She just nodded, waiting for them to leave before she made her way into the restaurant. She waved off the waitress and headed straight for the lone man, sliding into the seat opposite him and grinning.
“Hi there,” she smiled, letting her eyes flash black for a split second.
“Hi yourself,” he grinned, letting his own eyes slip, leaning back, propping his arm across the back of the booth.
“What’s your name handsome?” she smiled, buttering him up.
“Chuck.”
“That’s not the name I was looking for sweetheart.”
He grinned, “Pavel.”
She smiled, “Anjasi, but you can call me Casey.”
“Well Casey, what are you doing in this no-name town?” he asked, lecherous grin crossing his face as she leaned forward, pushing her breasts dangerously close to spilling out of her top.
“Passing through…you know, places to see, people to do…or kill, whatever,” she shrugged.
His smile widened.
“Look, no need for us to beat around the bush commilito, so what do you say we go back to my place.”
“Well alright then,” he smiled, throwing some cash down before leading them outside.
Casey made sure to make enough noise that the boys would know they had arrived before she just barged into the room.
Dean nodded, slapping Sam’s chest and motioning to the bathroom, where both of them slipped into and stood quietly.
‘Chuck’ had his hand on the small of Casey’s back and it took every ounce of control she had to not just spin around and rip it off. She kept telling herself that the human host might still be salvageable.
“Why don’t you just lay down hun, I’m just gonna freshen up,” she smiled, headed towards the bathroom.
He just shrugged off his jacket and sat down on the bed, “Sure thing sweetheart.”
“Your turn,” she whispered, slipping in the small bathroom bunched up with the boys.
“Is he trapped?”
“No, I told him you were in here and he’s waiting to ambush you…would you just go?!”
Sam huffed, even though he was smirking and stepped out first.
Dean was just about to follow when he stopped and looked over at Casey, she had her eyes closed, fists clenched by her side.
“Hey…hey,” he said a little stronger, reaching up to tilt her face towards his. “You okay?”
She leaned into his touch ever so slightly and he could have sworn he saw her brown irises lighten a little.
“Yea, I’m fine,” she grinned, pushing past him to go back out into the room.
“What the Hell you traitorous bitch!” Chuck roared, slapping futilely at the barrier the seal held him within.
“Sam…”
“You may send me back but mark my words proditor, I will make sure every one of us knows who you are and who you’re fighting with,” he glared, black eyes shining.
“You have fun with that.”
Sam took a deep breath, preparing to start reading the exorcism when Dean slapped a hand down over the page, “Wait.”
“Why?”
“Go wait outside,” he said, turning to look at Casey.
“What? Why?”
“Because he’s about to read an exorcism, so unless you want to go back with this joker over here, you need to go wait in the car.”
“Oh…right.”
None of them had thought about that little detail, it suddenly complicated this whole arrangement they had. It was going to be tricky fighting with them, when she couldn’t be around for the most important part of the battle.
She nodded, taking his keys and headed outside.
Sam waited until he heard the tell-tale creak and slam of the Impala’s door before he started reading.
Casey could hear the screams outside.
Unfortunately, the poor bastard that had been possessed didn’t make it. Sam had slipped out the back to get rid of the body when Dean appeared in the room’s doorway, letting Casey know it was okay to come back in.
“I’m guessing this one wasn’t a win,” she muttered, closing the door behind her.
“No, it wasn’t,” Dean snapped, collapsing on the bed and running his hand through his hair.
They sat in silence until Sam got back.
“I got an idea,” he blurted out, before he was even through the door.
“Well that’s never good,” Dean shot back, looking up.
Sam sent him a withering glare.
“A binding link.”
A cold spike shot up Dean’s spine, the name alone calling back unwanted memories of a black-eyed Sam.
“What about it?”
“We can bind Casey inside her body, and then we won’t have to worry about making sure she’s clear of exorcisms.”
Dean turned to look at her where she was propped against the headboard of his bed.
“Sounds good to me,” she shrugged.
It wouldn’t completely nullify the effects of an exorcism; it would still feel like she was trying to be torn from the body. But she’d lived through Hell itself, so why not?
“Alright,” Dean nodded, “We’ll do you remember what…when Meg…”
“No,” Sam whispered, absentmindedly fiddling with his sleeve, pulling it down over his wrist.
“Alright,” Dean cut out, a little harsher than he wanted to. “Call Bobby, tell him we’re stopping by. He’ll know how to do it, and if he doesn’t he’ll be able to figure it out…just…don’t tell him why we’re coming.”
Sam nodded, digging his cell phone out of his pocket while Dean and Casey locked eyes in silence.
Chapter Notes: Pavel, the name of 'Chuck' is Latin for small or humble, from here: http://www.babynamesworld.com/meaning_of_Pavel.html
Anjasi, the name Casey gives, is Sanskrit for honest or deceitless. I wanted to stick to Latin but I really liked the meaning for that name, and Sanskrit is old right? lol From here: http://www.babynamesworld.com/meaning_of_Anjasi.html
Casey also uses the word commilito which is Latin for comrade or companion in war, when she addresses him in the diner.
And 'Chuck' calls her a proditor when he is trapped, which is Latin for traitor or betrayer.
I used this site, for both word translations: http://www.tranexp.com:2000/Translate/result.shtml
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Chapter 5
Chapter Wordcount: 1207
They spent a week learning how to move around each other, how to deal with the new dynamic.
And Dean maxed out a new credit card on outfitting Casey since she had left everything behind when she had single-mindedly sought them out.
The end of that week tested both the boys’ trust in her.
Dean swung open the glass door to a Steak ’n’ Shake and let Casey and Sam walk in before him.
Sam had just grabbed the second door’s handle, about to enter the restaurant when Casey froze.
“What?” Dean asked, following where she was staring.
“He’s a demon.”
“What?” Sam asked, spinning around to look at where her gaze was fixated.
“Way to make it obvious guys,” she snapped, grabbing Sam’s sleeve and yanking him back around.
“The middle aged, five-seven, five-eight dude sipping a chocolate shake…brown jacket. He’s a demon.”
“How can you tell?”
Casey just arched her brow and shot Sam a look.
“Okay fine, what do we do?”
“You boys go back to the motel.”
“What?” Dean squawked.
“Go back to the motel; put a seal under Sam’s bed.”
“And what are you going to do?”
“Take him there.”
Dean arched his brow this time.
“Look, he’s going to be able to tell what I am just the way I can. And it hasn’t quite gone down the grapevine yet that you boys have a demon on your side so I can get him to follow me back, get him in the seal and then wham, bam, thank you ma’am you send his ass packing back to Hell.”
They had to admit, it was a pretty good plan.
“C’mon Sam,” Dean said, grabbing Sam’s jacket and yanking him back outside. He stopped and pointed a finger at Casey before he let the door close behind him. “You’re not there in a half hour and I’m coming back.”
She just nodded, waiting for them to leave before she made her way into the restaurant. She waved off the waitress and headed straight for the lone man, sliding into the seat opposite him and grinning.
“Hi there,” she smiled, letting her eyes flash black for a split second.
“Hi yourself,” he grinned, letting his own eyes slip, leaning back, propping his arm across the back of the booth.
“What’s your name handsome?” she smiled, buttering him up.
“Chuck.”
“That’s not the name I was looking for sweetheart.”
He grinned, “Pavel.”
She smiled, “Anjasi, but you can call me Casey.”
“Well Casey, what are you doing in this no-name town?” he asked, lecherous grin crossing his face as she leaned forward, pushing her breasts dangerously close to spilling out of her top.
“Passing through…you know, places to see, people to do…or kill, whatever,” she shrugged.
His smile widened.
“Look, no need for us to beat around the bush commilito, so what do you say we go back to my place.”
“Well alright then,” he smiled, throwing some cash down before leading them outside.
Casey made sure to make enough noise that the boys would know they had arrived before she just barged into the room.
Dean nodded, slapping Sam’s chest and motioning to the bathroom, where both of them slipped into and stood quietly.
‘Chuck’ had his hand on the small of Casey’s back and it took every ounce of control she had to not just spin around and rip it off. She kept telling herself that the human host might still be salvageable.
“Why don’t you just lay down hun, I’m just gonna freshen up,” she smiled, headed towards the bathroom.
He just shrugged off his jacket and sat down on the bed, “Sure thing sweetheart.”
“Your turn,” she whispered, slipping in the small bathroom bunched up with the boys.
“Is he trapped?”
“No, I told him you were in here and he’s waiting to ambush you…would you just go?!”
Sam huffed, even though he was smirking and stepped out first.
Dean was just about to follow when he stopped and looked over at Casey, she had her eyes closed, fists clenched by her side.
“Hey…hey,” he said a little stronger, reaching up to tilt her face towards his. “You okay?”
She leaned into his touch ever so slightly and he could have sworn he saw her brown irises lighten a little.
“Yea, I’m fine,” she grinned, pushing past him to go back out into the room.
“What the Hell you traitorous bitch!” Chuck roared, slapping futilely at the barrier the seal held him within.
“Sam…”
“You may send me back but mark my words proditor, I will make sure every one of us knows who you are and who you’re fighting with,” he glared, black eyes shining.
“You have fun with that.”
Sam took a deep breath, preparing to start reading the exorcism when Dean slapped a hand down over the page, “Wait.”
“Why?”
“Go wait outside,” he said, turning to look at Casey.
“What? Why?”
“Because he’s about to read an exorcism, so unless you want to go back with this joker over here, you need to go wait in the car.”
“Oh…right.”
None of them had thought about that little detail, it suddenly complicated this whole arrangement they had. It was going to be tricky fighting with them, when she couldn’t be around for the most important part of the battle.
She nodded, taking his keys and headed outside.
Sam waited until he heard the tell-tale creak and slam of the Impala’s door before he started reading.
Casey could hear the screams outside.
Unfortunately, the poor bastard that had been possessed didn’t make it. Sam had slipped out the back to get rid of the body when Dean appeared in the room’s doorway, letting Casey know it was okay to come back in.
“I’m guessing this one wasn’t a win,” she muttered, closing the door behind her.
“No, it wasn’t,” Dean snapped, collapsing on the bed and running his hand through his hair.
They sat in silence until Sam got back.
“I got an idea,” he blurted out, before he was even through the door.
“Well that’s never good,” Dean shot back, looking up.
Sam sent him a withering glare.
“A binding link.”
A cold spike shot up Dean’s spine, the name alone calling back unwanted memories of a black-eyed Sam.
“What about it?”
“We can bind Casey inside her body, and then we won’t have to worry about making sure she’s clear of exorcisms.”
Dean turned to look at her where she was propped against the headboard of his bed.
“Sounds good to me,” she shrugged.
It wouldn’t completely nullify the effects of an exorcism; it would still feel like she was trying to be torn from the body. But she’d lived through Hell itself, so why not?
“Alright,” Dean nodded, “We’ll do you remember what…when Meg…”
“No,” Sam whispered, absentmindedly fiddling with his sleeve, pulling it down over his wrist.
“Alright,” Dean cut out, a little harsher than he wanted to. “Call Bobby, tell him we’re stopping by. He’ll know how to do it, and if he doesn’t he’ll be able to figure it out…just…don’t tell him why we’re coming.”
Sam nodded, digging his cell phone out of his pocket while Dean and Casey locked eyes in silence.
Chapter Notes: Pavel, the name of 'Chuck' is Latin for small or humble, from here: http://www.babynamesworld.com/meaning_of_Pavel.html
Anjasi, the name Casey gives, is Sanskrit for honest or deceitless. I wanted to stick to Latin but I really liked the meaning for that name, and Sanskrit is old right? lol From here: http://www.babynamesworld.com/meaning_of_Anjasi.html
Casey also uses the word commilito which is Latin for comrade or companion in war, when she addresses him in the diner.
And 'Chuck' calls her a proditor when he is trapped, which is Latin for traitor or betrayer.
I used this site, for both word translations: http://www.tranexp.com:2000/Translate/result.shtml
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