Dean Winchester (godsfave) wrote in aumadisonvalley, @ 2021-07-09 09:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete gdoc, [plot] mirrorverse, dean winchester (godsfave), laurel lance (libras) |
Who: Dean Winchester & Mirror Laurel
Where: Random location in Madison
When: 7/9 - early morning
What: Laurel confronts Dean about Sara's murder
Warnings: none
It was another night and another chance to find out exactly what happened to her sister. Ever since Sara’s sudden death, Laurel had been spending every available moment hunting down the Winchesters. While the younger brother claimed her sister’s death had been an accident, Laurel believed otherwise. There was absolutely no way Sara would fall prey to something like that. She was a trained assassin and fighter. No, there was something else going on, something far more malicious and Laurel Lance was determined to get to the bottom of it. Donning her Black Canary garbs, Laurel headed out and started her search for the two brothers. Her stops were their normal haunts, but she found they were empty of either brother. Frustrated, Laurel perched on the edge of the roof, looking out over the small, darkened town of Madison Valley. When she first arrived, she believed this place her second chance, but now, after losing Sara, Laurel wasn’t so sure. There was only violence and suffering here; it was on the verge of being just as bad as Star City. With limited supplies and residents against the refugees, Laurel didn’t see the situation as getting better. Movement out of the corner of her eyes drew her attention away from her thoughts and she smirked. It was the first sign of a good night Laurel had experienced since she’d set out. Dean Winchester was walking down the street...alone. There was no Danny or Sam beside him. He was completely vulnerable and Laurel planned to take advantage of it. He’d stonewalled her at every turn, but without Sam by his side, there was no way he could hold her off now. Skillfully, she swung from the building and planted both her feet into Dean’s broad chest, knocking him to the ground. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” Laurel landed and walked forward, arms folded upon her chest. “I was starting to think you stood me up.” Dean had absolutely no clue what was going on. In the blink of an eye he suddenly found himself in what appeared to be some kind of post-apocalyptic Madison Valley. The businesses that he knew in Madison weren’t where they should have been, and many of the store fronts had boarded up windows and appeared to have been shut down for quite some time. He pulled out his phone to see if he could reach Sam, his mother, or anyone, but he didn’t seem to have any service. “Great, that’s just fucking great,” he grumbled, stuffing it back into his pocket. The town wasn’t completely deserted, a decent amount of residents shuffled back and forth on the street. Instead of continuing to stand there, he went up to an older male to ask him what was going on. Before he could even say a word, the man started to beg, asking Dean not to hurt him. Dean looked at him oddly, noticing how the other appeared to be kind of terrified by him. “Dude, chill, I just want to know what’s going on here.” The other looked at him as if he were insane. “What do you mean, what’s going on here?” He phrased his question carefully, not wanting to upset Dean. “Nothing is going on here, sir.” Dean couldn’t help but notice that everyone else in the general vicinity had gone quiet or stopped moving. “Whatever, I’ll figure it out myself.” He moved to step forward and the other man flinched, but Dean brushed it off, once again noting that everyone seemed to get out of his way as he walked towards them. Maybe they were frightened of him simply because he was a new visitor in the town. He continued down the street, heading towards the house where he and Lisa lived. Just as he turned the corner he saw something coming towards him. Before he could react, there was a sudden pain in his chest and he fell back on his ass. “Did you just fucking kick me?” He looked up at her with an angry glare, moving to rise from the ground. “What the fuck, Laurel? I just got here and I have no idea what the hell is going on.” While he was still irritated by her greeting, he figured she might know more and let it go. “How long have you been here? Do you know what the hell is going on here?” “Uh yeah, I just fucking did.” Laurel watched as he pushed himself up and stood. There was something different about Dean. Something less cold and angry than she remembered. Well, he was angry, but not that vengeful, destructive hatred he always wore around him like some over priced leather jacket. No, something was off about him and she didn’t need the twenty questions to figure it out. Laurel arched a brow and stepped forward. “Did you hit your head or something? You know what the fuck is going on here. The residents hate us, there is no supplies, and my sister is dead and my money is on you and your brother for that one.” Sure, Sam claimed it was an accident, but Laurel didn’t believe that shit for a moment. No, Sam had done something and Laurel was going to find out what and why he had. “Hence the kicking you part of this entire situation.” Nothing about what she had just said seemed right. Well, aside from the supply issue, which was rather obvious, given the state of decay the town was in. He continued to look at her in confusion, still unsure about what was going on. From the way she phrased things it seemed like she had been there for quite some time now, but that didn't make any sense. "Okay, well-" he stopped mid-sentence, now looking at her in awe. "What the hell do you mean? Sara isn't dead and Sam would have never done such a thing. Why would you ever say that?" Dean couldn't even imagine a scenario where Sam would have killed Sara, but he had just seen her the other day. He reached into his pocket to pull out his phone, sighing when he saw there was still no reception. "Speaking of Sam, have you seen him around? I thought maybe he wasn't here, but I'm sure you and I aren't the only ones in this place." “You’re always blinded when it comes to your brother,” Laurel replied swiftly. “But we both know what happened to Sara was no fucking accident, Dean. You loved her, remember?” His expression of surprise and awe seemed legitimate. He honestly believed his brother could not have killed Sara or been responsible for her death in any way. It fit with Dean’s protective, stupid blind nature when it came to Sam. Still, Laurel would have thought Dean would have at least considered it given Sam was the last to see her alive and, more important, he fucking loved her sister. At this question, Laurel rolled her eyes. “Of course we’re not the only ones, moron. Did you hit your head or something when I kicked you?” Seriously. What was wrong with Dean? He wasn’t acting at all like the cold hearted bastard she knew him to be. “He’s probably out there killing someone else’s sister.” He opened his mouth to protest, but he knew she was right. When it came to Sam, he was always looking the other way. When she then mentioned him being in love with Sara, he knew something had to be wrong. "Listen, I'm not the Dean you think I am. I have never been in love with your sister. I mean, we only had sex once, okay, twice, but she's with someone else and so am I." Dean stumbled over his words, trying to figure out what was going on. "I'm guessing the other me, he's not well liked around here?" It made sense as to why the other residents had avoided him and were afraid to even look at him. "He's possibly kind of a dick? Isn't very nice to anyone?" He knew that there were multiple versions of himself and others, and had even met another Sam and Dean from a different reality. "How long have you been here?" Was there really a version of his brother that had been so heartless to have killed Sara? He was in love with her? "Why is this place such a shit hole?" For the first time since she’d run into him, Laurel’s expression softened slightly. She studied him intently for a moment, trying to figure out if he was telling the truth or if Dean was playing her. However, from the Dean she knew, playing Laurel was impossible and not something he bothered with. He would simply insult her and tell her to get the fuck away from him; he didn’t waste his time on a woman he never stood a chance with. And this Dean was not attacking her or lashing out at her (outside of being upset at the kick to his chest). This Dean said he’d never been in love with Sara and that they were with other people. It seemed crazy, but Laurel wasn’t a stranger to different versions of someone. She had herself a clone too back in her world. What Dean was describing was not too far fetched. “Yeah, you’re a real dick here. You and your brother run this place with an iron fist a lot of the time and people are scared of you,” Laurel replied after a moment. “Also, lucky for you, I come from a world where alternative versions of people exist. I believe you. Besides, if you were him, you would have told me to fuck off by now.” Laurel dropped her arms to her sides. “We showed up about a year ago here. Me and others from different worlds, including you and your brother. The residents didn’t like us, they feared us, hated us, and soon they had a very good reason to.” Laurel looked down. “Supplies stopped coming into the town and thus there was a shortage of everything. So, people started to do what people do when there's a shortage of the necessities. They get ugly, brutal, and cold.” Dean knew exactly what she meant. He had gone through the same kind of situation multiple times before. Without some kind of order, there was complete chaos. From the sound of things it didn't seem like he and his brother had been assisting the town. Instead, they had taken control of things for their own use, and Dean couldn't help but wonder how they got to that point. "Okay, so…" he reached up to rub his hand against the back of his neck, trying to figure out his next steps. It would have been helpful to have his brother around, but he didn't even know which version of him was in the town. If he had been in the same scenario, minus the hatred and fear from the other citizens, he would have easily stepped up to take control. What if he was stuck here with everyone? How was he supposed to fight to find a way back without even knowing how they arrived in the first place? "I think we need to see if my other half is still here. Do you know where they live, or anything that might be helpful?" In Madison Valley, there were fractions of refugees. Dean, Sam, and a few others were in one fraction. Laurel had been with her sister who had, in turn, been with Dean, but ever since losing Sara, Laurel severed contact with them. She didn’t want to be in a group with a murderer and Laurel did think Sam was responsible even if the evidence didn’t directly point to the younger Winchester. Laurel was curious. How would Dean respond to the situation without his brother potentially in the fold? They two were rarely, if ever, separated and they would essentially die for each other. Dean on his own without Sam to lean on was an interesting situation or a good Dean with a Sam that was a bad version. Would he face off against his own brother? What if he was permanently stuck here? This Dean might be more sympathetic to her cause. Laurel was willing to work on the assumption that it could be a real possibility. “You dated my sister. Of course, I know where you fucking live,” Laurel replied, bluntly. “ And I can take you, but neither of them might be happy to see you.” “Correction, I didn’t date your sister. It was the other one, remember?” Honestly, Dean wasn’t all that surprised that another Dean had fallen for Sara. She was drop dead gorgeous and knew how to kick ass like nobody else. He wondered what Sara had been like, but he wasn’t about to ask Laurel. He didn’t want to dredge up old feelings. How long had it been anyway? Another question he wasn’t prepared to ask. For a brief moment he also wondered if the other Winchester duo would try to kill him. “I can already tell you, no, they will definitely not be happy to see me. They might feel threatened by my presence and possibly try to off me.” He wasn’t aware of just how awful the brothers were, but he did know that when he bore the Mark of Cain as a demon, he had absolutely no qualms about anything. He probably wouldn’t have just gone out on a killing spree, but anyone who stepped in his way? They would have been eliminated without a second thought. “I mean, that is, if they are still here and we haven’t potentially swapped places.” Which, if that were the case, could be disastrous. Madison Valley was a quiet town, mostly, and everyone was far too trusting. Although, with Crowley, Castiel, Balthazar and the other Lucifer, maybe they wouldn’t get to do too much harm. “Do we have to walk? Or, I can try and get one of these cars running.” At his comment, Laurel shrugged her shoulders. She only had Dean’s word to go on that he wasn’t the one that dated her sister. Also, a gut feeling that he was not the cruel, cold, and calculated Dean she’d come to know. So far, he was proving that instincts were still the tried and true way to know what someone was all about. Laurel wasn’t about to turn her back on him, but she wasn’t about to lash out again at him either. Well, unless he tried something first. “Oh definitely, but lucky for you, you met me first.” Laurel could handle herself against the brothers; Sara had seen to that. Granted, they were both proven killers, but Laurel wasn’t scared. She’d died back home and once you faced death, there was really not too much that scared you. “I’ll have your back.” Swapped places? Knowing Madison Valley, it was all too possible. In that case, her version of the Winchester brothers were possibly wreaking havoc in his world. Fuck. Losing Sara in this world had been rough, but the thought of losing her sister in another? It was too much. No, they had to find out what was going on. “See what you can do with one of those cars. We have to find out if they are still here. I’m not losing my sister in two places.” "Yes, so lucky for me," he replied with a tired sigh. "This is definitely not how I expected I would be spending my day." Dean muttered under his breath, approaching a Prius. Given that he didn't have his tools, he picked up a rock and smashed the window open. Taking care to not get cut, he reached over to unlock the door. Once unlocked he pulled the door open and maneuvered himself to remove the panel under the steering wheel. Using his knife he pried it open and cut the wires he needed, stripping the protective tubing. It took him a few tries but he eventually managed to get the car started. He looked around for something to brush the glass away with, and found a microfiber cloth, which would suffice. He made one last sweep over the seat before finally sitting down in the driver's seat, and waited for Laurel to get in. "So, explain something to me. If Dean was in love with Sara, why the fuck would he want her dead?" He questioned, pulling out of the driveway. "Do you really think they would hurt Sara?" The possibility definitely concerned him, but there was very little he could do about that. He made his way towards the place with the help of Laurel's direction. Upon first sight of the place he whistled sharply. "Damn, this is a pretty nice house." It would have been a lot easier on both of them if Dean had been the Dean Laurel knew, but Madison Valley, like always, had other plans. Laurel watched as he smashed the window of the Prius and reached in to open the door. Trusting him to manage it unsupervised, Laurel turned away to keep a look out for anyone that might decide to venture in their direction. Before long, Laurel heard the car start up and turned back in time to see Dean brushing the glass from the seats before climbing inside. Laurel hurried around to the passenger side and slipped in, slamming the door behind her. Dean pressed on the accelerator and the two were off; Laurel rattled off directions beside him until he broke in with a question. Laurel looked down at her hands in her lap. “Dean didn’t kill her. Sam claims Sara died accidentally, but it’s bullshit. He was the last one with her and everyone knew he was jealous of their relationship.” Well, not everyone, but Laurel always felt like it was a possibility. Sara’s “accident” kind of proved that. They pulled up to the Winchester house, which, to be fair, was rather nice and Dean whistled. “Well, being a thief and a murderer pays well.” "I wouldn't be surprised if Sam had killed her." The relationship between the brothers was a complicated one, and aside from Eileen, there had never been any dating between them. There just wasn't time for it all, not to mention it was too dangerous to get involved with someone. "Looks like it pays way better than saving lives, that's for sure." Dean commented, just before putting the car in park and killing the engine. "The house probably isn't locked, but it looks like they have multiple security cameras. So, if they're home, they already know we're here." He was walking into a dangerous situation, but he didn't have a choice in the matter. He wasn't about to run and hide in fear. At least this Dean would acknowledge the possibility. Laurel could only offer a nod in response. Receiving affirmation from Dean did not change the fact that her sister was dead and there was nothing that Laurel could do to bring her back this time. It was a very permanent, very sickening reality and just thinking about it made Laurel’s blood boil. “And yet, they haven’t unleashed the attack dogs on us,” Laurel replied. “They usually don’t hesitate to confront people that happen to stop outside their house. Believe me, I know.” Laurel leaned back in the passenger seat. “So, are we going in or what?” He took another minute to think about it, and figured it was do or die. The last thing he wanted was to end up dead on this side of the fence. But, he also knew he didn’t want to stay here forever. “Yeah, we’re going in.” Dean nodded in agreement and got out of the car. She was right, though. If anyone were at the house, they would have made a move by now. At this point he was confident that the place was unoccupied, but he still wasn’t sure if the other Dean was still around somewhere, or if they had actually swapped places. “We might be able to find some useful information in the house. Not to mention the fact that they probably have plenty of weapons we could steal. Let’s go.” He started towards the door with care, just in case they had set any traps down, and once he made it to the door he found he had been correct in the assumption that it was unlocked. They were far too cocky to ever lock it. |