Dean Winchester (godsfave) wrote in aumadisonvalley, @ 2021-07-09 09:57:00 |
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While exploring the bedroom of his twin, Dean had come across a makeshift map with various pinpoints scattered about, along with some interesting names. Dickbag look-alike, hot blind bitch, twat waffle, hot piece of ass, along with a small pool of actual names, like Mary, Nancy, and Allison. He was ninety-nine percent positive that hot blind bitch was Pam, and that was a good thing. He snapped a few pictures using his phone, in case he needed to reference it later. Instead of continuing to wear what he had shown up in, Dean took the opportunity to change into something from the closet. Once he was dressed and had grabbed some weapons, he let Dan know that he was going out to see someone. He helped himself to a set of keys for an Audi and made his way outside to get in the car. While he only had a vague idea of where she was, he was sure that he would find the farmhouse. About fifteen minutes later he pulled up to a building that appeared to resemble something that someone would refer to as a farmhouse. Dean parked the car and slipped the keys into his pocket just before letting himself in. “Uh, hello?” he called out, completely forgetting that people were terrified of him. Pamela had Seen this coming...well, not exactly this, but her vision had told her that something would change for the Winchesters. She just hadn’t expected this. The alert system that Eliot had put in place had warned her someone was approaching. Casting out her awareness told her who it was...and he was not what she was used to. Which was actually a relief. She hid herself beside the door when he let himself in. In the blink of an eye she got a good look at Dean and realized this was the Dean she knew from home. A smirk pulled her lips to one side as she put the end of the metal pipe she held against his back. “Reach for the sky, cowboy.” He felt the press of metal against his back and when she told him to put his hands in the air he realized exactly who it was. Dean rolled his eyes and lifted his hands as directed, showing her he had nothing in hand. “I’m surprised you didn’t ask me to bend over. Or does that request come next?” He joked with her playfully, “I sure hope it doesn’t involve that pipe in your hands.” He was more than relieved to finally find someone he knew, and more importantly, someone who might be able to assist with getting back. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say that you and this other Dean don’t get along. Are you always fucking up his shit for fun?” A grin spread across her face as she lowered her hand. She let out with a chuckle that held all of her relief then pulled Dean into a hug that expressed how she felt physically. “You have no idea how good it is to see you!” And of course she copped a feel of that tight ass. “You guess right,” she said as she let him go. The end of the pipe was used to close the door. “More to keep him and Sam from killing people than fun, but I have to admit it puts a smile on my face whenever he starts stomping around in frustration.” Those white plastic orbs she has in place of eyes could still be disturbing. “C’mon. There’s beer in the fridge. We need to talk.” Dean jerked slightly at the grab to his ass but brushed it off, pleased to see that she hadn’t changed, or she wasn’t one of the crazy ones. “Yes, I have been informed that they are a pair of...psychotic murderers? Sam killed Sara and I have no idea who else they’ve killed. It looks like they were trying to nail Alec, but haven’t been able to do so.” He let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders dropping as the tension eased in his body. “This place is a fucking disaster area, the other side of Madison Valley is nothing like this.” He followed her wherever she was going, his hand against her lower back. “I have already been to the mansion and met Dan. Do you happen to know for sure if we swapped places? Is Sam here anywhere?” “That’s one way to put it.” The first time she realized that the Sam and Dean here were on the opposite polarity to the ones she was used to she’d almost cried. Then the killings started, and she got pissed. “I’ve been doing everything I can to throw things and people in their way, but there are a lot of other people who’ve gone all dark side.” She grabbed a couple of bottles out of the fridge then tossed one...unerringly...to Dean. “I’d have to open myself up to go look, but it stands to reason that if you’re here he is too.” She opened her beer, took a very long drink then dropped the bomb. “If your evil twin is in the land of shiny happy people then there’s a lot to be done. He’d mow through them.” Pamela took a seat at the kitchen table with a tired sigh escaping her. “This place...it’s what Earth would have become if you guys didn’t stop the shit from happening. It turns people. Good people. Keep an eye out for a guy named Rogers. He’ll fuck your shit up.” Another swallow was had. “I had a dream there were changes for you and Sam. It’s a relief to see you, but…” she shook her head. He caught the beer in hand, surprised that she hadn’t missed and thrown it into the wall or something. Dean took a seat at the table and twisted the cap off his beer to play with in his other hand. “Yeah, I figured that we somehow swapped places and now that crazy son of a bitch is doing who knows what. I’m not too concerned about it. I’m sure that someone will figure it out. Cas is there and so is my mom, who I think is also here?” He leaned back against the seat and took a long pull from his beer. “I’ve seen before what happens when Sam and I don’t make the right call, twice. It’s not pretty, but, at least there’s no disease infecting everyone here, right?” Setting the bottle down for a second he reached into his pocket to retrieve his cell phone, noting that he still had no service. “I just hope he’s okay if he’s here, Sam, that is.” He heaved another side and reached up with his left hand to rub it briskly over his face. “I was thinking you might be able to find a way out of here.” There was a slight pause and he cocked his head in thought. “Stay away from Rogers? Any idea what he looks like?” “Cas?” And Mama Winchester? Interesting. Pamela wasn’t sure how she missed that, other than she probably wouldn’t recognize Mary if she swatted her in the head. “Too bad he’s not here. I still owe him.” She smirked as she literally tapped one of the white plastic orbs. “If he is here you know he’s fine.” She huffed in wry amusement. “Grumpy handles being on his own better than you do.” She expected vehement denial there. Her smile faded, however. Not much could do suppress Pamela Barnes, but this place did. “Hard to miss. He carries a red, white, and blue shield with a star dead center. He’s not as...enthusiastic as Darth Winchesters, but he doesn’t hold back, either. He can snap a neck with one hand, and he isn’t a vampire or shapeshifter.” “Well, if we figure out a way back to the other side, you’re coming with. Cas is there and you can yell at him all you want.” Which would probably be interesting to witness, but that wasn’t important at the moment. Dean looked at her with a raised brow over the comment about Sam being better on his own than Dean was. “Who is better isn’t really relevant, even though you’re definitely wrong about it and you have no idea what you’re talking about.” He managed to get out in a long run-on sentence. “I’m sure that he can handle himself, but I still prefer to know where he is. I don’t want him to have an angry mob of villagers going after him.” His fingers tapped against the table in thought, realizing she meant Steve Rogers. “Captain fucking America? He’s gone to the dark side, and he wants to snap my neck? Or, rather, the other Dean, but I’m sure that won’t make a single difference to him.” Great. He was a skilled fighter, but there was no way he could take Steve on his own. “I guess I’m going to have to stay under the radar and hope we never cross paths. How the hell long have you been here?” Yep. There it was. Pamela just grinned in the face of Dean’s denial. She didn’t feel inclined to press the point, however. “I can trance and search for Sam for you. And this place is warded within an inch of your life. No Sith Lords allowed.” This really was the wrong Winchester brother to be throwing all the Star Wars references out there. “So you got a place to relax.” She shrugged a shoulder. “It’s too bad Rogers is dark side. He’s got a better ass than Sam does.” And everyone knew how much she appreciated the male buttocks. “And it’s not just you. He’s pissed at the world so he’s on his own side. He just doesn’t care who he kills.” At Dean’s question she shook her head. “Hard to tell, but a few months. Almost a year? I lost count.” “Wards are always a good thing. Unless they fail, which isn’t a good thing.” He stated matter of fact, having been in such a situation before. “If Rogers is a Sith Lord does that mean I can pretend to be Han? Or Luke, but probably Han. It would be pretty sweet if I had a blaster to blow him away with. Oh! You can be Princess Leia and wear that sweet ass costume of hers.” Star Wars was something Dean was familiar with, but when it came to Star Trek he had no clue. “I bet you’d look fucking amazing in it.” He took another pull from the bottle and looked at her with a raised brow. “If I happen to see him, I’ll let him know how appreciative you are of his ass.” It had been years since he’d last seen Pam and it was far too easy to fall into some playful banter with her, but there were more pressing matters. “Yeah, it’s easy to lose track of time in a place like this. Do you have any idea how we can open a portal or whatever the fuck and get out of here?” “You haven’t met Eliot,” she said as a smirk formed on her face. Her housemate was interesting. He’d probably drive Dean to drink in under twenty minutes which held some amusement, too. “He’s more than the magic slingers we’re used to.” Pamela laughed. “Dean, you are Han Solo, but if you think you’re gonna get me in that bikini thing you really need to sweeten the deal.” This time her smile was decidedly naughty. She had always pictured herself in a Winchester boys sandwich. It was a very pleasant fantasy. “Unfortunately, even a blaster wouldn’t hold a candle to that shield,” Her expression went serious again. “I don’t know what it’s made out of but nothing has so much as chipped the paint on it. He’s got combat and guerrilla tactics training. Just be careful.” She finished off her beer, sighed then shook her head. “No clue. The dome is even more elusive and mysterious than those angel creeps. But something had to happen to punch a hole between this world and the other one. I just need time and protection to start poking around astrally.” “Eliot? Nope, never even heard of him before. Then again, I’m sure there’s a ton of people I have yet to hear about.” Dean couldn’t help the blush that crept across his face in response to that smile of hers. “Nope, that’s never gonna happen, sorry to disappoint.” He didn’t give a fuck what she looked like or how good she was in bed, there would never be a situation where he was performing sexual acts of any kind with his brother involved. “Besides, I have someone waiting for me at home.” He finished off his beer and set it down on the table, still fiddling with the cap in his left hand. “Yeah, I know, pretty much everything is useless against that shield. It’s got vibranium in it, which comes from Wakanda and it’s pretty fucking rare. I’ll just have to make sure I stay low enough and not draw any attention to myself.” Dean wasn’t sure what would happen if he died in this version of the town, but he wasn’t interested in finding out. “Protection I can handle easily. Is this the best place to do it? I’ve got some weapons in the car.” Pamela laughed. “Why Dean! You’ve settled down? I never would have guessed that.” Sam, sure. Dean had too much love for the road, but obviously something had changed that. She was happy for him, though. Both boys deserved their own lives. She had no idea what vibranium or Wakanda was, but it didn’t matter. She kept to the important part. “Here is perfect. Eliot’s got the wards. You have the guns. Should keep things secure. You want me to do this now?” “Yeah, I guess I have. Madison Valley doesn’t really need my help. It’s nothing like this mess of a town.” There was a slight hesitation on his part to answer her. Dean had asked her for help twice before, and each time something happened to her. He had never been able to protect her and he didn’t want her getting fucked over yet again. “If this is the most secure location around, other than the mansion, then I say we do it here. I’ll be right back.” He stood from the table and went back to the car, returning a few minutes later with two guns, plus a knife tucked safely at the bottom of his leg. “Alright, let’s do this thing.” Pamela would remind him that she’s perfectly capable of saying no, especially after she lost her eyes. She didn’t know she helped the Winchesters a second time...and paid for it with her life. Even if she knew she would say she had a say in the matter. She’d made her choice. What she was about to do could potentially give any of the sensitives in town the heads up that something was going on. Pamela hoped they’d just assume she was doing a check to see who was being naughty again. She just hoped no naughty sensitive took too close an interest and sold the information to someone they really didn’t want in the know. “Ok,” she said as she shimmied into a more comfortable position in the kitchen chair. “I doubt anything will happen, but just in case, the safe word is Wincest.” Pamela smirked as she waited for the outrage. “What the fuck, Pam? If you’re reading some of that fan fiction, I don’t even want to know. I do not want to know a single detail about any of it.” Dean himself had read some of the stuff, but that had been years ago, when he first found out about it all. “I swear, I think you just enjoy rattling my chains.” Dean moved to stand next to the door, fully prepared to shoot someone at any moment. His gaze darted from Pam and to the reflection of the open door, which he could easily see if someone was coming. He held the revolver in his hand, pressed flat against the wall, ready to take down anyone who got in her way. “Good luck, Pam. Don’t take too long.” The last thing he wanted was for her to get stuck or something during her astral plane flight, or whatever it was. She couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing. Dean was so easy to poke. His buttons were big and shiny. Easy to push. “If I ever need something shocking to knock my concentration, the idea of you and your brother all intimate and shit would do it.” Her grin was entirely unrepentant. Before she was blinded she used to have to close her eyes. Now she didn’t, so it might be a bit eerie to watch her trance out with those white plastic orbs unlidded. Her hands rested palms down on the small kitchen table as everything went silent. More than a few minutes passed before she began to speak. “Sam’s here. Your Sam. Same ol’ Grumpy.” Her lips formed into an appreciative smirk. “He’s lurking around a neighborhood that hasn’t been used in a long time.” The address was near where Sam lived in normal Madison Valley. “There’s a bunch of new players in town, too. I don’t recognize them. Black haired vampire bitch. Real bad attitude. Has an Asian guy with her. His aura is off the charts. Never seen them before.” “Oh, c’mon, Pam.” Dean protested with a loud groan, rolling his eyes in response. “I’m trying not to vomit over here, and you’re really not helping.” She knew how to push every single one of his buttons and he always took the bait. “Sam is here? Okay, that’s good. Maybe he went to his house, that’s what I did earlier.” He tried to think of who she might have been talking about, but nobody specifically came to mind. “I fucking hate those vamp bastards. Of course, I don’t have any dead man’s blood on me, but I can sure as hell chop their fucking heads off.” This was the first time in forever that he actually felt useful. “Do you know how everyone is coming here?” “Not our kind of vampire,” she said in a more serious tone. “Aura isn’t the same. I don’t think dead man’s blood is gonna do the trick, but I can’t imagine anything that could survive without a head.” Pamela didn’t like the look of either of their auras. They fit in this place a little too well. “No,” she said with a sigh. “That’s a bit beyond me...unless I go super trance but then I’d be useless for anything else.” This time she had to admit something. “And it would leave me vulnerable to whatever could be causing the problem.” She kind of didn’t want to die. “Actually, a knight of hell can survive without their head. That was definitely not a pretty sight, let me tell you. She put her head back on with these awful looking stitches, and...yeah, not good.” If there was some kind of a super vamp out there, they were going to need some better protection. “Maybe I should go find Sam and we can set up some kind of a game plan.” Maybe he would head back to the mansion to talk with Dan and see what he knew, if anything. “No, that’s fine, I don’t want to leave you vulnerable like that, especially if I have no idea how to save you. Do you need me to pick up anything for you or something?” “Not really something I ever wanted to know, Dean.” When it came to demons she preferred to let other people handle that. Angels...well, she had a personal beef there. Just one in particular, but if any other angels got in her way she’d figure out how to make them squirm. “There’s other people here who sling magic, work with shit. Maybe we could pool together to figure this out.” She nodded toward the fridge. “Get me another beer?” She chuckled. “Just stay alive, and keep Grumpy safe. I need you guys.” That much was evidently clear just based on that dream. “Yeah, well, you started it with that Wincest bullshit.” He responded matter of fact, walking over to the fridge to grab her another beer. “I have a lot to do, it seems, and it’s not going to be easy walking around like the other dick bag.” He would have to figure out a way to still lay low, not making himself obvious as he tried to search out some help. Dean set the bottle of beer on the table next to Pam and he leaned down to press a quick kiss to her forehead. “Don’t get dead while I’m gone, alright?” Pamela took the beer then lifted it toward Dean. “Keep that handsome head down,” she said by way of wishing him luck. |