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Tweak says, "what's this, a missile launch?"

allisawwasevil (allisawwasevil) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2013-01-24 03:36:00

Entry tags:

god, john winchester

WHO: John Winchester & God
WHAT: Emmy wants to have a conversation with John. John hopes he hasn't backed himself into a smiting corner.
WHEN: January 24th; Evening
WHERE: The Roadhouse
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

It would not have been an exaggeration for John to say that he was scared shitless as he stepped into the Roadhouse and quietly sought out a booth to settle down into. The thought of having a conversation with God because he'd threatened one of her kids, when he knew all too well just how angry a protective parent could get, was enough to leave him feeling sick to his stomach. A protective parent with the ability to blink him out of existence was not something that he really wanted to think too hard about. So as he slipped into the booth, John waved over one of the waiters immediately and ordered a whiskey. Beer wasn't going to cut it for this conversation. He needed something to not only steel his nerves but take away some of the barriers that might hold himself back.

He was willing to wager that God would appreciate honesty more than blind obedience, and if he was wrong, well, he would feel less pain if he was a bit drunk.

Hesitating as the waiter asked if he wanted anything else, John glanced across the booth before turning back to the waiter. What in the world did you order for God? Did he even bother? After a moment of silence, John waved him off with a quiet assurance that if the person joining him wanted anything, that he could always come back later. Better to wait and let Her order for Herself than guess wrong.

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allisawwasevil
2013-01-31 04:10 am UTC (link)

"Not really," John answered, probably more truthfully than he needed to be, He wasn't prepared. He wasn't prepared in the least, and he didn't understand, either. How in the world would seeing the destruction that he could manage make Lucifer want to behave? He was the devil. Death, destruction, mayhem, those were his bread and butter. He thrived on chaos like this. Especially in this sort of dynamic, with himself on top and everyone else scrambling for a foothold. Why in the world would this be any sort of tipping point?

"Roger, dodger," Gabi said with a grin and a wink at her sister before slipping back into the alley and...disappearing. Whatever she was doing, it was good enough for John not to even be able to spot it.

"What now?" John asked quietly. "Are you going to make me watch grandkids I barely know get killed?"

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skeeballfanatic
2013-01-31 04:21 am UTC (link)

While Emmanuelle could appreciate his candor, she had to admit - if only to herself - that his stubbornness was becoming irksome. Still. She had dealt with far, far worse and was hardly going to let John Winchester be her undoing. So she simply replied, "No. I'm not." Then, with another wave of her hand, the scenery around them once again changed. This time it revealed the inside of a building - a former factory of some sort - that had obviously been redone as some sort of resistance headquarters. Maps of Colligo, with various areas marked in some form or fashion, lined a section of the wall. Standing just to the side was none other than John's youngest son.

However, it was obvious at a glance that this Adam was hardly the same timid, shell of a young man that he was currently in Colligo. No, this version of him was clearly self-assured, and hardened in ways that suited him yet also looked out of place on someone who was never meant to become such a way. He was speaking in low tones with someone else, pausing only when someone approached them and began telling him something that was clearly meant for him only.

His jaw tightened at the news and he turned his attention across the large room, to a small group gathered in a corner. Putting two fingers in his mouth, he whistled then jerked his head, indicating they should come over. Emmanuelle, meanwhile, looked to John as the scene continued to unfold around them.

"You stated your intention was to provide Adam with a sense of security by removing Lucifer as a potential threat from his life," she murmured. Her attention went back to the group as Adam started speaking to them, Meri and Jack's names being mentioned in the flow of conversation. "However convoluted the steps were, you did manage to achieve that goal to some small extent. As you can see, Adam is hardly the victim any longer."

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allisawwasevil
2013-01-31 04:30 am UTC (link)

"Me? Me?!" John's exclamations would have echoed in the room and caught everyone's attention if they had been capable of being overheard. "I didn't have a hand in any of this. This is just an illusion. Your doing. At most, your son's and that goddamn Norse God." John practically huffed. He wasn't at fault for any of this, and even at good at it was seeing Adam finally standing tall, finally looking as though he wasn't shaken to the core, John wasn't sure that it was worth trading for this sort of situation.

Not that locking Lucifer up would do that. Why would it? Why would it give him any more reason to destroy them than he had already created in his own mind? Besides, if it was really that bad, why was it the very same strategy that God Herself had apparently taken when everything had finally been initially resolved?

"You're out of your mind. You're absolutely out of your mind. Putting him into a ring of holy fire wouldn't start this."

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skeeballfanatic
2013-01-31 04:41 am UTC (link)

Emmanuelle certainly hadn't expected John to take the information she'd given him lightly. She had expected denial, arguments, and even insults. However, just because she expected those things didn't mean she was going to stand idly by while they were hurled her way. She was a loving, kind, benevolent deity but even she had her limitations.

Turning on him suddenly, everything around them coming to an abrupt halt, Emmanuelle's gaze was a hard one as she pinned him with a look. "Watch your tongue with me, child, or I'll remove it," she said in a low, dangerous tone that all but demanded his full attention. "This place is not of my doing. That claim falls solely to you, and those who stood with you at the time. Whether or not you choose to believe that fact is, of course, your decision. However that does not make it any less true."

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allisawwasevil
2013-01-31 04:52 am UTC (link)

"Manipulations. Trickery. You're just trying to scare me into doing what you think is best," John snapped, slightly quelled, but not enough to entirely back down so much as simply lower his voice. "Well, guess what. I'm not one of your little angels that you can boss around. I'm human. I don't have to take orders from you. I don't even have to believe in you if I don't want to. Standing right here in front of me, and I can still, simple as you please, tell you that you don't exist. You're nothing more than a fairy tale dreamed up by a bunch of sad, lonely old guys who wanted something to keep themselves warm at night."

John gritted his jaw, staring up at the woman before him before turning his gaze away, shifting it back onto Adam as he tensed, every muscle in his body on edge as he spat out, "I spent a century in hell. And now, I'm starting to think what they made me go through is kind compared to what you seem willing to do."

A long silence passed between them, a thick heavy burden hanging in the air that would likely only swell if one of their tempers flared again, but after that long moment, after a span of heartbeats as he kept his eyes locked on Adam, taking some reassurance in the fact that there was something which would heal his wounds, however horrible it was, John finally chose to speak again.

"I want to see Sam."

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skeeballfanatic
2013-01-31 05:06 am UTC (link)

Emmanuelle didn't comment on the things he'd said about her, didn't bother to defend herself or deny any of it. The pain she felt at his words, at the claims that she wasn't real, was nothing compared to the heartache that seized her at the thought of him not learning his lesson throughout all of this. To let this end without his understanding would be to all but condemn Colligo to this very fate, if not something worse.

Sighing softly at his next demand, she gave a slight shake of her head. "No, John," she said softly, "you don't." Yet even as she spoke, the scenery around them was once again changing. Now, they were standing at the end of a long corridor. There was the obvious sounds of screaming, of torture, taking place nearby, coupled with the low, sadistic laughter of those responsible for inflicting the pain.

For a long moment, that was all that greeted them until finally a figure appeared at the other end of the hallway. It was obvious it was Sam yet, at the same time, the man didn't carry himself at all the way Sam did. There was a darkness that seemed to shroud him, an eerie vibe he was giving off that even made Emmanuelle uncomfortable to be around.

Making his way down the corridor, Sam was speaking in a low, clipped tone to someone walking alongside him. Although not quite close enough to be heard clearly, it was obvious from the bits and pieces that were picked up on that he was discussing where to take a newly caught prisoner. Emmanuelle cast a glance toward John, deciding to fill in a few of the blanks for him if only to make him understand why staying here, watching Sam, wasn't going to end well.

"To his credit, he held out far longer than most would have in his situation," she stated. "It wasn't until Lucifer found ways to slip him demon blood that he began to lose his way. Unfortunately, with everything that was going on, no one realized what was happening until it was too late. Once he'd redeveloped his habit, it was only a matter of time before he was ousted by the others and turned to the only avenue he felt he had left."

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allisawwasevil
2013-02-01 02:25 am UTC (link)

It was his worst nightmare brought to life, what had been done to Sam full to bare right before his eyes. John stood there, watching his son as his heart was pulled between conflicting emotions, torn between knowing what had to be done and what he wished he could do. While he had, for the longest time, been certain that he could have killed Sam if it had come down to it, standing here now with that necessity actually a factor, he felt his heart clench at the idea. Sam was his son. Sam was his baby, the last piece of Mary that he had had to cling to in many different ways, and even with what he had been twisted in to, there was a part of John that wished there was some way to change this, some way to reverse it, without death being involved.

Which was a thought he'd never thought would ever cross his mind.

"Take me away," John said, his voice cracking ever so slightly as the words crossed his lips. "I don't- I can't... We need to go. I don't want to watch this." Because he knew, if they stayed any longer, there would definitely be something to watch.

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skeeballfanatic
2013-02-01 02:36 am UTC (link)

Emmanuelle wasted no time in doing as he'd said. She gave him a small, sympathetic smile as reality shifted yet again, this time revealing a large room that was mostly empty save for the man standing near a window and two men standing guard near the door. "One last thing, before this ends. Hopefully, you'll learn what you need to know by the time this is through," she said simply, if somewhat cryptically, to John. Then she fell silent and let the scene play out before them.

It started with an explosion. Near enough to be loud and shake the foundation of the building, but not quite close enough to cause any real structural damage. There was a plume of smoke that filled the surrounding sky and the stink of fuel was thick in the air. As the guards immediately rushed toward the window to look outside, one of them silently dropped to the ground from an arrow in his back. A heartbeat later, the other one followed suit, none the wiser to the attack.

A heartbeat after that, a panel on the ceiling slid aside and Meri lowered herself into the room. Glancing at each guard, she pulled the arrows from them then turned her attention to the man standing there, still looking out the window. Silently, Meri unsheathed her knife and held it loosely in her hand in front of her as she eyed her brother's profile.

"All right, Jack, you want to explain why you're just hanging out in a room with Dumb and Dumber, over here?" she questioned in a dangerously neutral tone. Something was up. She didn't know what, but something was definitely wrong, here.

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snipsandsnails
2013-02-01 02:55 am UTC (link)

Jack had turned down Loki more times than he could count. No matter how much he might have cared about the Jötunn once upon a time, he would never forgive him for destroying his home and ripping apart his family. His parents. Adam. So many people he had cared about. And they were all gone because of Loki. There was no way he could get past that. No way he'd ever say yes. So Loki had stopped asking. It had hurt, for a moment, when the staff had stabbed into his heart as he struggled against the hold of the guards. Not just the physical pain and the deeper feeling of being ripped apart, but the last shred of belief that, of all the things Loki would do, his former friend would never do that. But then it stopped. Everything stopped.

He barely reacted to his sister's entrance, aside from a soft snort of amusement. "You're late," he said. "But you always did like to make an entrance. I figured you and Gabs would pout if I didn't let you play the big damn heroes." For a moment, it was as if he was fine. And that was the point. It would hurt more if Meri thought she'd gotten there in time. And Jack knew that. There had been a time when he would have cared about that, but now that was gone. His only concern was Loki's will. Everything he cared about - his cause, this place, his fanatical devotion to his sisters - it had been turned in on itself and redirected at Loki.

After a pause, he turned to Meri, unearthly blue eyes glinting in the dim half-light of the room. Then, a knife was flying through the air at her throat. Loki's plan was clear. One of them would kill the other. And then, whoever was left would be too broken to ever pose a threat to his and Lucifer's power. It was a good plan. Fucked up, but good all the same.

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allisawwasevil
2013-02-01 03:14 am UTC (link)

What in the-?! John didn't know what in the wold this God was thinking, pulling him from one severe situation and dropping him directly into the midst of another. If she was trying to shock him to death by showing him just how drastic things could get, John knew how bad things could get. But forcing him to watch his grandchildren try and kill each other was cruel on a scale that he had thought even an old testament deity wouldn't be capable of. Abraham had gotten a reprieve yet he was supposed to stand here and watch this. No. No. He wasn't about to show the sort of faith that had been expected of the other, but at least he could refuse to be a passive entity any longer.

"Stop this. Stop it!" John exclaimed, glaring at the deity standing next to him. "I know you have the power and the ability to put it right. Why do you just let everything go to hell? Why do you just let them suffer when they've done nothing to deserve it? When nobody has done anything to deserve it? Stop this!"

There was a note of desperation in John's voice, one that he was almost always able to keep out of his presentation, but in this moment, it didn't matter. It didn't matter how much weakness he showed or how he allowed his emotions to spill out. She was the only one who could see him so it didn't matter. He could be as broken as he wanted, as broken as he needed, and everything, all of this, had definitely left a mark. Dean being dead was bad enough. Sam being as far from himself as humanly possible was another. There was no sense in letting the single strands of what was left of his family be destroyed in front of him as well.

"Please."

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spiceandsugar
2013-02-01 03:33 am UTC (link)

Meri only barely dodged the knife, dropping to the ground a split second before it made contact. She breathed a sigh of relief as she leapt back to her feet, still brandishing her own knife. She had a pained look on her face as she stared at her compromised twin brother. "I know what you'd want me to do," she said. "But screw that. I want my brother back." Then she did something rare.

She used her ability.

Disappearing from the human eye, moving along in the blind spot that all of humanity shared, she came around and at Jack from behind. She wrapped one arm around his throat, the crook of her elbow pressed firmly against his adam's apple, the knife re-sheathed and, with her newly freed hand, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and twisted them both, slamming his head into the nearest wall with as much might as she dared without cracking his skull open.

Emmanuelle turned to John then, pain shining in her eyes. "Do not mistake my absence for apathy," she murmured. "This is not my world. If it were, I would have certainly intervened in ways, by now." She didn't say anything more for a long moment, simply watching the fight unfold between Meri and Jack, before finally she looked back to John.

"It's time to take my leave of this place," she announced. "I hope, soon, you will be able to say the same." With that, she reached out and, with a single finger, poked him in the center of his chest.

Then she was gone.

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snipsandsnails
2013-02-01 03:45 am UTC (link)

Meri had an ability, but so did Jack. She may have got the drop on him, but his own ability kicked in once she'd slammed his head into the wall. Early on, it had been feelings. Gut instincts. Flashes of things to come. He'd called it his spider-sense, because he'd never stopped being a giant geek. These days, he'd fine-tuned it. He could focus on someone and know what they were going to do before they did it. It was especially useful at moments like this, when he was fully immersed in a fight and needed that edge that would make him that much quicker. So he almost felt her next move coming, catching her arm and bringing his elbow up toward her jaw, simultaneously pulling out another knife and stabbing at her side. Nowhere vital, but he wanted to cause some pain. Distract her.

Of course, then he was distracted by another person suddenly there. Normally, he wouldn't have been thrown by the fact that his long-dead grandfather was suddenly there, but Loki's magic meant that John meant as much to him as anyone other than his master did. Precisely nothing. He just spit out some blood and jerked Meri around to face the older man, hoping for a different kind of distraction before making another effort at stabbing her, this time in the throat. He would kill her, if it was the last thing he did. Loki wanted it, and so he'd do it. The only thing that mattered was pleasing Loki. Even his love for his sister couldn't get past that.

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spiceandsugar
2013-02-01 03:52 am UTC (link)

Meri let out a sharp sounding grunt as the knife slammed into her side. It was sharp so it slid in easily, and there was a moment of numbness before the pain reared it's head. White hot, ugly, coupled with the feeling of blood spilling from the wound. Ignoring all of it, Meri clamped down hard on Jack's foot before slamming her head backward and into him.

Stumbling away, she spun on her heel and threw her arm out, catching him in his nose with her elbow. Continuing with the momentum, she next grabbed him by the front of his shirt and shoved him as hard as she could toward the wall. Then she cast a quick glance toward the... whatever it was, that had appeared in the room, looking like her long-dead grandfather.

"Sorry," she quipped. "I'm a little busy right now. If you want to take a number, I'll get to kicking your ass next." Then she turned back to Jack, reaching out with the intention of grabbing hold of him and bashing his head in some more.

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allisawwasevil
2013-02-01 04:00 am UTC (link)

What in the world could she mean by that? That he would be able to say the same thing soon? Taken a bit by surprise at the poke in the chest, he didn't quite realize that she'd vanished entirely until casting a few quick glances around the place. Great. Great. So she'd just left him here to watch the massacre without anyone to demand to take him away or any way to intervene. Some caring and merciful God she was. Rubbing his chest, John turned his gaze back to the pair of them, watching the fight with a growing anxiety.

That was, until both their gazes seemed to turn to him, and Meri was -- apparently -- addressing him. But how-? It dawned a second later that not only had she left, but she's trapped him here. He was no longer an observer but part of the action. And that meant he could help.

At least, he could have if it wasn't obvious that Meri would only try and kick both their asses if he attempted to.

Understandable enough. He wouldn't have trusted anyone or anything that appeared out of nowhere, either. "I'll just... stay right here, then."

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snipsandsnails
2013-02-01 04:36 am UTC (link)

Jack didn't bother with John, once it was clear he wasn't going to be interfering. His only focus was on Meri. This had always been the case, Jack thinking about her above anything else. But before it had been as his sister. His twin. Now, it was as his target. A threat to be eliminated. And while Meri was definitely a fighter, no question, he was just as good and didn't have any sort of sentimentality holding him back. He knew Meri would kill him if she had to, but she would always try to save him first. He didn't have to worry about that. All he wanted was to see her dead, and he'd do whatever it took to see it through.

He caught Meri's arm twisting it at an uncomfortable angle and kicking out hard at her ribs. A moment later, his other arm was wrapped tightly around her throat as he did his best to choke her. He wasn't enjoying this, since he felt no emotional connection to what was happening, but he was proud not to be failing Loki. It was something at least. He tightened his arm, looking down at her. "This would be much easier if you'd stop struggling. You're never going to win, Mer. It was stupid to think we ever would."

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spiceandsugar
2013-02-01 04:42 am UTC (link)

Meri wasted no time in stretching her arms out, pressing her thumbs into his eyeballs as hard as she dared without actually rupturing them. When reflex dictated he jerk his head away from her, she dropped her arms down and managed to break free of the chokehold. Twisting away, out of his grasp, the knife was back in her hand in the blink of an eye and she was striking out, aiming for his side much as he'd done to her.

Enough was enough. It was time to end this, one way or another. Meri eyed him warily, her hardened heart breaking at the knowledge that there was every chance she was going to have to kill her twin. No one should have to do such a thing. No one.

But hope wasn't quite lost yet. Spotting a chair out of the corner of her eye, Meri turned toward it and yanked it into the air. Spinning on her heel, she brought it down directly on top of Jack, still holding on tightly as it shattered into large splinters in every direction.

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snipsandsnails
2013-02-01 04:52 am UTC (link)

Jack swore as she nearly took out his eyes, then jerked out of the way of her knife, making it so it sliced his side instead of stabbing deeper. His expression was dangerous as he went to grab his sword, ready to end this. Playing had been fun, but he was getting tired of it. There was no reason to drag this out. No reason not to just kill her. He didn't want to admit it, but part of him was resisting. Part of him rebelled at his orders. That was probably why Meri was still alive. But he was a good soldier. He would come through and do what he had to. He wouldn't fail.

Then, before he could react, the chair was hitting him hard, striking him in the head and knocking him to the ground. He lay there, dazed, for a long moment, as something broke inside him. Everything came rushing back and suddenly it was hard to breathe. Loki had done that to him. Loki had done the one thing he'd never thought he would do. And he'd tried to kill his sister. He'd nearly succeeded. He felt sick with shame and couldn't bring himself to move, just laying there curled in on himself and shaking as the full impact of what he'd done hit him.

Clint had always stressed that the people controlled by Loki weren't at fault, but he knew their mentor had never stopped blaming himself for his actions. And it was the same for Jack. He would never blame anyone else, but he would always feel guilt for his actions under Loki's brief control. Because he should have fought back. Meri was his sister. His twin. That should have been enough to fight off some stupid stick. He couldn't quite take the guilt and the betrayal and every other sick, painful emotion he was feeling, and he half wished it hadn't worked so he wouldn't have to feel like this.

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spiceandsugar
2013-02-01 04:58 am UTC (link)

As soon as the chair splintered, Meri dropped the pieces she held and drew her crossbow. In a second, she had an arrow aimed down at her brother. At this distance, there was zero possibility of a miss. With a slow exhale, she observed him for a moment. When she spoke, her voice had a tremor to it.

"Jack?" She didn't dare hope. Not really. But a small part of her wanted to, very much. She didn't lower her weapon, though, finger still hovering over the trigger as she tried to determine if he was playing a trick on her or if he'd finally broken free.

Quickly, she cast a glance toward John. Opening her mouth to say something, she stopped as a loud siren began to sound. "Sonofabitch," she swore as she turned back to Jack. "Time to go," she announced flatly.

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