Dean Winchester (godsfave) wrote in aumadisonvalley, @ 2021-07-07 17:42:00 |
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The Winchester brothers and Alex Manes had become the law in mirrorverse Madison Valley, though they didn’t necessarily work together. They had split the town in two and most of the time they existed together without any issues. When Dan had first arrived, Dean had been ready to shoot him upon first sight. The gun was cocked and pointed straight at Dan when Dean changed his mind. At the last second, he had decided that maybe Dan could be of some use to him. He was tired of running back and forth for whatever reason and offered Dan a place by his side. Dan would be well protected and Dean would be able to relax more. It was a win-win situation. They had commandeered a spacious mansion situated close to the water, but it wasn’t all that close to any of the retail shops. Which was where Dan came in. Sure, they could have gone in, guns blazing, taking everything they wanted, but it was much easier to send Dan. Why go through the hassle himself when he could be lounging by the pool instead? After noticing that they were running low on some essentials, Dean sent Dan out with a list of things to pick up while in town. He glanced down at his watch to check the time and it had been a little over an hour and a half since Dan had left. It shouldn’t have been taking that long and he was growing a little impatient. If he had to leave to search for Dan, he was going to be pissed. Dan, mostly thought the situation with the Winchester brothers could have gone worse. He escaped death, again. Honestly, that hell loop? This was in some ways much worse, and in some ways better. For instance, the days here weren’t the same. But, being good here? Not gonna happen if he wanted to survive. Getting the essentials shouldn’t be difficult. Nothing he hadn’t done before. Gathering the first 90% of the list? Easy. But, a few townie dude bros decided to make things difficult. At first? They just followed from a distance trying to be tough. Dan rolled his eyes at that. But, then a couple decided to circle him, lobbing out words like “refugee garbage” and “another fucking Mexican”. Oh good. Racist too. Two hung back, obviously waiting to grab Dan if he ran. Fat fucking chance of that. When the one guy swung, Dan caught his wrist, twisting it so everyone heard the pop. One of the two guys holding back looked a bit sick, which Dan didn’t blame him for looking that way. The noise was not for the faint of heart. The second one gave him a look. “I just need to grab one more thing off my list and then I’m out of your hair. Either you can let me go, or we can fight, until I’m left standing.” The greenish guy took that as a time to run, with his friends shooting him dirty looks. When both guys came at him, the one guy managed to land a punch to the eye, which annoyed the fuck out of Dan. But, he grabbed the pepper spray he had handy and sprayed one guy’s face. The other guy lost the fight in him. Dan grabbed his stuff. And then sped up to grab the last of the list. When he finally returned, he looked at Dean. “Don’t at me about the speed. Fucking locals.” But, he pulled out everything that Dean requested. Dean looked at him incredulously upon hearing the other man tell him not to get pissed. “Excuse me?” His voice was deeper than usual, and his eyes cold as ice as he locked his gaze with Dan’s. “Did you seriously just tell me what to do? Last time I checked, I made the orders around here. Not you, Espinoza.” While he treated Dan better than most, he couldn’t have anyone talking back to him. “You’re fucking lucky it’s just me and you right now, or you would have seriously regretted that comment.” He made his way over to the counter where Dan was placing everything, and he grabbed a piece of fruit, inspecting it before taking a bite. “So, what the fuck happened, Dan? It looks like you either ran into something, or someone hit you.” At this point he would have thought anyone would know better, but it seemed that he was wrong. When he was in town most were afraid to even look at him. But, Dan? That was a different story. For some reason people didn’t always respect Dan with that same courtesy and that was unacceptable. “Who the fuck hit you, and why?” Dan managed to not roll his eyes at Dean. Yeah, Dean basically owned his ass, but that didn’t mean Dan didn’t have quiet opinions about it. He did hold his tongue when he spoke next, uttering the only two acceptable words. “Sorry boss.” Yeah, speaking back to the boss in front of others, especially Sam never ended well. Somehow, Dean seemed to like him a little more than his brother did, as much as Dean liked anyone. “I definitely didn’t run into anything. I’m not sure. They looked drunk, and barely out of their teenage years, but they’re nobody we’ve dealt with in the past.” Dan thought about it further. “I don’t know why the fuck they started in on me today. They started following me. Cornered me. The one guy has a snapped wrist now. Another got in a shot before I used the pepper spray. The one guy who ran looks like that one store owner who took a little longer to grasp how things worked with you.” If people didn’t afford Dan the same courtesy as Dean it wasn’t for lack of trying. Dan figured his eyes still looked friendly. Something he wished would change. No matter how hard his expression, his eyes still looked like he was enjoying a tea party with Trixie. Dean might judge Dan for using the pepper spray, but it worked on a group and oddly made guys think twice more than a black eye. He had been about to praise Dan for his efforts, until he heard “Dan? You just- pepp-” Dean closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath, clearly disturbed by this revelation. Pepper spray was definitely an effective deterrent, but it made Dean look like a joke. “You went up against some teenage delinquents and you let one punch you and another get away? Dan, seriously, how many times do we need to have this talk?” He sighed dramatically and moved to take a seat, kicking his legs up to rest against the table. “That was blatant disrespect and you let them get away with it?” He took another bite of his peach and just stared at Dan while he chewed. “You see, that doesn’t work for me. Okay, you broke a bone, that was good, I like that. The rest of it? Not so good.” Dean had a pretty good idea of who he was talking about, which left him disappointed. He had thought he’d finally gotten through to James but it seemed like it hadn’t stuck. “Now I have to get in the car and drive into town myself and take care of this.”You’re so much better than pepper spray, Daniel.” He finished off his peach and stood from the chair, moving over to the garbage to throw the pit in the trash. “Let’s go, Danny boy. I’ve got some examples to make. But first, I need my machete” Thank God Dan didn’t ever tell Dean about Lucifer’s nickname for him. He didn’t think he could handle anyone else calling him ‘Detective Douche’. Danny boy was bad enough. Though he knew he deserved it. Obviously he wouldn’t explain his reasoning to Dean, but hearing a teen shout, ‘IT FEELS LIKE MY EYES HAVE GONORRHEA’ had brought odd joy to Dan. At the mention of the machete, he went and grabbed Dean’s, along with the backup Dean had. Dean liked having a second when he inevitably lost track of the first one in the foray. Dan thought the only reason Dean hadn’t broken more in fights had to do with how difficult it was to get solid weapons in this town. Dan grabbed the knives he preferred using. Big weapons might be intimidating, but all intimidation flew out the window if the person wielding the big weapon looked awkward using it. He handed the machete to Dean. He’d carry the backup and his knives, because otherwise Dean might lose track of the backup before he needed it. “Ready when you are, boss.” Dan made sure Dean saw his knife set, before he tucked them in the hidden inside pocket. Dan had become like the older brother Dean never wanted. Maybe he had become a little too attached to the other man, but at least he was helpful, and he did as Dean said. He took the machete from Dan and brandished it around in the air, having become quite skilled with it. Guns were easier to use, but Dean enjoyed the torture, hearing the other beg for their life was an addiction he didn’t want to live without. He didn’t always get his hands dirty, though. Sometimes he had Dan take care of it, or he requested the services of Nancy or Allison. It all depended on his mood and how much of an example he wanted to make. He grabbed his keys from the table and headed outside to the car with Dan. “I can’t decide on what to do with James. I kind of liked him, but I can’t have anyone being disrespectful to you. It’s just not good for business.” He hit the button on his key fob to unarm the car and stood back for a moment. He had some enemies and he wasn’t about to let anyone blow him up with his car. While they had security cameras running non-stop, you could never be careful.”I’m sure the one is at the clinic right now.” Dean commented, just before getting in the driver’s seat. Dan admitted, although never out loud, that Dean brandishing the weapon looked almost artistic. Like one of those rhythmic gymnasts. Of course, to say that to Dean almost ensured that the weapons would be used on Dan. No thank you. But, it probably said something about Dan that hearing people beg for their lives no longer bothered him. Not that he liked it exactly, but he found it perversely amusing. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think James is behind this. James would rather do something behind our backs and then act innocent until we catch him. Besides, he’s been pretty docile the last month. But, I’d wager his son isn’t too happy with how you made an example of him last month.” Dan crawled into the passenger seat, patiently waiting for Dean’s car check to come to completion. James still wore the walking boot after Dean sent Dan to shatter his ankle. He thought Allison had followed up with something, but the shattered ankle still hadn’t fully healed. “Yeah, I would wager a couple of them are at the clinic. Not many places in town have eyewash, besides the clinic. The townies wanted to make lives difficult for the refugees, and inadvertently made life more difficult for them. As they drove, Dan decided on silence until they got to the clinic. For Dean, the options were endless. He could torture in ways that nobody else would ever think about. Sometimes it was torture, other times it was death. It was dependent upon the crime. Most of the residents had fallen in line, but every now and then there would be a small uprising that he would have to take control of. "That son of a bitch will be lucky if I don't rip out his eyeballs myself." He grumbled, hitting the gas and flying towards main street. While his brother never thought twice about killing someone, Dean usually toyed with them instead, making them they were dead. Though he would be hard pressed to admit it, Dean actually working with Dan. "I really don't understand why they just don't behave. Do as I ask and you won't get hurt. It's simple, yet it seems they are incapable of grasping the message." Even though he had a car, Dean still hated going into town. He much preferred staying at the house and enjoying the water. "I don't know why I wore this fucking shirt. It's my favorite and blood is going to be a bitch to get off." Honestly, Dan thought Dean and Maze would get along real well. They could have drinks and bond over shared torturing stories. Plus, he thought they might both learn some new techniques from the other. Dan didn’t think about it too long, or he’d get sad. And one thing Dean couldn’t stand? Moping. So, Dan closed his mind to thoughts of friends from back home. To be fair, the residents who weren’t falling in line these days seemed to be young adult holdouts, who still thought themselves invincible. Hadn’t Dan thought himself that way a couple decades ago? Except, Dean would put up with exactly shit, so it worked out better for everyone if they just did as Dean said. Although, Dan admitted that he enjoyed taking out some aggression on idiot townies. “I think cuz most of the holdouts are fucking young and dumb. They think they can handle anything you throw at them. Apparently they haven’t learned.” At the mention of Dean’s shirt, Dan reminded him. “We had this talk last time. I made sure the trunk has a few shirts that you don’t mind getting dirty.” And that was why Dean kept Dan around. He wasn’t squeamish, but also when Dean got frustrated over day to day shit, Dan usually did what was needed to make those things less annoying. They got to the clinic and Dan got out and stretched. He waited for Dean to change. Dan didn’t care much about the current shirt he wore. Not like he really had that much clothing he liked anyway. He bent down and grabbed the spare machete, and a hammer that Dean had in the car. Ya never knew what might tickle Dean’s fancy when it came to teaching lessons. “Ah, the good ‘ole days. When you think you’re magically invincible. I guess they’ll have to learn the hard way.” Dean turned to look at Dan with a crooked smile, more than pleased in regards to there being clean shirts in the trunk. “You just think of everything, don’t you? Sometimes, I have to wonder if I’d survive without you.” Of course, he would manage to keep his shit together. It just would have been twice as difficult. They pulled into the parking lot of the clinic and Dean stepped out of the car, going to the trunk to change his shirt. “I love the enthusiasm, Dan. Someone’s eager to kick some ass.” He shut the trunk and moved to grab his machete, once again brandishing it about as he walked. “Class is in session, survival one oh one. There will be a homework assignment, so I hope everyone pays attention,” he said, walking in the door. |