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Who: Dean and Sam Winchester
When: January 25th
Where: Lincoln, Nebraska
Rating: PG 13
Notes: Sam and Dean are on a road trip. Trying to stop the seals from being opened and the Devil himself from being released. Brothers are investigating mysterious deaths.
Sam was now tied to a chair in Dr. Garrison’s office struggling to get free.
“Why are you doing this,” he asked angrily.
“You men. You’re the cause of all of this. Michael Carmichael was a womanizer. He wasn’t going to change. I was their marriage counselor. For months he was spitting out his drivel of how much he loved her and he’d change. Cutting off ties to the women he was with. But when she wasn’t looking…the way he looked at me…he had to be stopped. When I found this card, and discovered what it could do, I knew we could have our revenge against scum like him.”
“And Spade?”
“Thought he could do what he wanted with all women. Broke their hearts not caring how much it hurt them. Something I’m sure you and your partner know all about. At your core, all you men are alike.”
“Think you’re the one who needs some therapy,” Sam said still trying to break free.
“And I think you shouldn’t push me,” she said holding out the card. “I’ve killed quite a few men with this thing. And once your partner gets here, you’re both going to die.”
Meanwhile…
Dean roared the Impala to the clinic trying to get there as fast as he could. Sam was in serious trouble.
Their code word…Thunderstruck. It was to let the other know they were being held against their will. Things weren’t making much sense until the pieces in Dean’s mind fell together.
Dr. Garrison worked with all the women who’s significant other was killed under the ‘poetic justice’ of Athena. Her partner was leaving with clients, so she had to stop him.
She was behind it all.
Dean hated this part of the job. He and Sam weren’t murderers, so they’d never take a life. Stopping demons, vampires, monsters, and evil spirits they could handle. But finding a way to stop a human without killing them was always easier said than done.
As he parked in front of the building he popped the trunk. Looking at his display of weapons he grabbed his sawed off shot gun and grabbed some rounds before heading upstairs to the good doctor’s office.
Dean scanned the area, it seemed they were all alone here.
Perfect.
Dean ran up and kicked down the doctor’s door and took aim. Sam was tied to a chair and the woman was sitting on the desk flipping the card around her fingers idly. A wicked grin appearing on her face.
“Its about time you showed up.”
Behind her the clouds quickly darkened as lightning began to form.
“Crap,” Dean muttered under his breath. He had to be very careful how he played this or the Winchester boys would be extra crispy like the last guy.
“I know what you’re thinking. And I’d advise against it.”
“Really lady? Then just what the hell am I thinking?”
“Firing that gun…Killing me…saving your partner? That about cover it? You shoot that thing, it better kill me. Cause before I die, I’ll take you and your brother out in a very special way.”
Dean stares her down. He sees the truth in what she’s saying. If he and Sam didn’t do this right, they’d all end up dead.
“Sammy, you okay?”
“Fine…”
“So, you killed those men using that thing? How’d you get it if you don’t mind me asking?”
Keep her talking, Dean thought to himself.
“Auction of some old lady’s estate. Woman probably didn’t even know what she had. Or might have considering how rich she was. Who knows these things really?”
“I get that you want to get back at people who wronged you, but seriously…murder?”
“Just the way the card works. If you ask me, murder was a going easy on them. They deserved so much worse.”
“You really are a wack job you know that?”
“I’m still standing here. And you’re not dead yet, so I’d say I’m not that crazy. But yeah, killing those guys might be crazy to you, but they won’t be hurting anyone else.”
“You get that Sam?”
“Every word,” he replied.
She turned slowly to Sam. He was no longer tied up to the chair and he was holding up his cellphone. He had caught every word of her confession.
Fire raced through her eyes. She was not happy.
“Regular Houdini aren’t you? Lets see if you can get out of this one…”
She squeezed the card and it glowed blood red.
“I don’t think so,” Dean said. He shot her just as a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky bursting through the window.
All three hit the ground.
“Sam you okay?”
Sam picked himself up off the ground. “Fine. You?”
“Been better,” Dean said getting up.
“You shot her?”
They both heard a curse.
“Used rock salt rounds. You know we don’t kill people.”
“Big mistake,” Dr. Garrison said standing up.
Her card was in her hand, once again glowing. She tilts her head back and when she brings it back up her hair had snakes on it.
“Well that’s not good,” Dean said getting a little worried.
Her eyes glowed white, Dean and Sam ran and dove over the couch for cover as she shot beams of light from her eyes. The beam misses the brothers but hits the couch…turning it to stone.
“Oh that is REALLY not good,” Dean said. “So, Brainy Smurf got any ideas on how to dodge getting stoned by Medusa over there.”
“Only got one…the mirror on the other end of the room is reflective. Might deflect the beam and hit her.”
“Yeah, if she doesn’t hit us first.”
“Its all we got,” Sam said.
Dean cursed under his breath. “Fine…You better hope this works.”
“On three,” Sam said. Dean nodded.
“Three!”
The brothers ran as if in slow motion. Garrison shot the beams at them as they ran the beam cracking against the glass as they ran. As they reach the mirrored wall they dove to the ground.
The beam hit the mirror and bounced back hitting Dr. Garrison. She let out a painful scream she turned to stone.
Sam looked up carefully seeing that she was now completely stone. His idea had worked.
Dean got up and walked up to it and poked it.
“Damn. Talk about pilar of salt.”
Sam takes the card that is in her hand out of her grip. It was the only thing that wasn’t turned to stone.
“It didn’t turn to stone either,” Dean asked. Sam shook his head. “Well, lets just rip it then.”
“Dean…”
Dean grabs it and tries to rip it up. He struggles with it trying to rip it but it wont rip.
“Damnit.”
“Think that is one evil card Dean.”
“Well then how do you suggest we keep it safe?”
A little while later at their motel, Sam closes a hex box.
“Worked for the rabbits foot. Should work to contain this until we figure out what to do with it,” Sam said placing it into their trunk. “So, where we headed now?”
“Salem. And please no witch jokes. You know I hate those nasty bitches. Read some reports of kids going missing after trying to stay a night at Logan Castle. Abandoned outside of town. It was a reform school…lots of mysterious deaths. Angry sprits. Sounded like a party to me.”
The boys got in the car and Dean cranked up the music.
“But if we run across any witches…we are so out of there,” Dean said putting on his sunglasses as they headed down the road.
When: January 25th
Where: Lincoln, Nebraska
Rating: PG 13
Notes: Sam and Dean are on a road trip. Trying to stop the seals from being opened and the Devil himself from being released. Brothers are investigating mysterious deaths.
Sam was now tied to a chair in Dr. Garrison’s office struggling to get free.
“Why are you doing this,” he asked angrily.
“You men. You’re the cause of all of this. Michael Carmichael was a womanizer. He wasn’t going to change. I was their marriage counselor. For months he was spitting out his drivel of how much he loved her and he’d change. Cutting off ties to the women he was with. But when she wasn’t looking…the way he looked at me…he had to be stopped. When I found this card, and discovered what it could do, I knew we could have our revenge against scum like him.”
“And Spade?”
“Thought he could do what he wanted with all women. Broke their hearts not caring how much it hurt them. Something I’m sure you and your partner know all about. At your core, all you men are alike.”
“Think you’re the one who needs some therapy,” Sam said still trying to break free.
“And I think you shouldn’t push me,” she said holding out the card. “I’ve killed quite a few men with this thing. And once your partner gets here, you’re both going to die.”
Meanwhile…
Dean roared the Impala to the clinic trying to get there as fast as he could. Sam was in serious trouble.
Their code word…Thunderstruck. It was to let the other know they were being held against their will. Things weren’t making much sense until the pieces in Dean’s mind fell together.
Dr. Garrison worked with all the women who’s significant other was killed under the ‘poetic justice’ of Athena. Her partner was leaving with clients, so she had to stop him.
She was behind it all.
Dean hated this part of the job. He and Sam weren’t murderers, so they’d never take a life. Stopping demons, vampires, monsters, and evil spirits they could handle. But finding a way to stop a human without killing them was always easier said than done.
As he parked in front of the building he popped the trunk. Looking at his display of weapons he grabbed his sawed off shot gun and grabbed some rounds before heading upstairs to the good doctor’s office.
Dean scanned the area, it seemed they were all alone here.
Perfect.
Dean ran up and kicked down the doctor’s door and took aim. Sam was tied to a chair and the woman was sitting on the desk flipping the card around her fingers idly. A wicked grin appearing on her face.
“Its about time you showed up.”
Behind her the clouds quickly darkened as lightning began to form.
“Crap,” Dean muttered under his breath. He had to be very careful how he played this or the Winchester boys would be extra crispy like the last guy.
“I know what you’re thinking. And I’d advise against it.”
“Really lady? Then just what the hell am I thinking?”
“Firing that gun…Killing me…saving your partner? That about cover it? You shoot that thing, it better kill me. Cause before I die, I’ll take you and your brother out in a very special way.”
Dean stares her down. He sees the truth in what she’s saying. If he and Sam didn’t do this right, they’d all end up dead.
“Sammy, you okay?”
“Fine…”
“So, you killed those men using that thing? How’d you get it if you don’t mind me asking?”
Keep her talking, Dean thought to himself.
“Auction of some old lady’s estate. Woman probably didn’t even know what she had. Or might have considering how rich she was. Who knows these things really?”
“I get that you want to get back at people who wronged you, but seriously…murder?”
“Just the way the card works. If you ask me, murder was a going easy on them. They deserved so much worse.”
“You really are a wack job you know that?”
“I’m still standing here. And you’re not dead yet, so I’d say I’m not that crazy. But yeah, killing those guys might be crazy to you, but they won’t be hurting anyone else.”
“You get that Sam?”
“Every word,” he replied.
She turned slowly to Sam. He was no longer tied up to the chair and he was holding up his cellphone. He had caught every word of her confession.
Fire raced through her eyes. She was not happy.
“Regular Houdini aren’t you? Lets see if you can get out of this one…”
She squeezed the card and it glowed blood red.
“I don’t think so,” Dean said. He shot her just as a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky bursting through the window.
All three hit the ground.
“Sam you okay?”
Sam picked himself up off the ground. “Fine. You?”
“Been better,” Dean said getting up.
“You shot her?”
They both heard a curse.
“Used rock salt rounds. You know we don’t kill people.”
“Big mistake,” Dr. Garrison said standing up.
Her card was in her hand, once again glowing. She tilts her head back and when she brings it back up her hair had snakes on it.
“Well that’s not good,” Dean said getting a little worried.
Her eyes glowed white, Dean and Sam ran and dove over the couch for cover as she shot beams of light from her eyes. The beam misses the brothers but hits the couch…turning it to stone.
“Oh that is REALLY not good,” Dean said. “So, Brainy Smurf got any ideas on how to dodge getting stoned by Medusa over there.”
“Only got one…the mirror on the other end of the room is reflective. Might deflect the beam and hit her.”
“Yeah, if she doesn’t hit us first.”
“Its all we got,” Sam said.
Dean cursed under his breath. “Fine…You better hope this works.”
“On three,” Sam said. Dean nodded.
“Three!”
The brothers ran as if in slow motion. Garrison shot the beams at them as they ran the beam cracking against the glass as they ran. As they reach the mirrored wall they dove to the ground.
The beam hit the mirror and bounced back hitting Dr. Garrison. She let out a painful scream she turned to stone.
Sam looked up carefully seeing that she was now completely stone. His idea had worked.
Dean got up and walked up to it and poked it.
“Damn. Talk about pilar of salt.”
Sam takes the card that is in her hand out of her grip. It was the only thing that wasn’t turned to stone.
“It didn’t turn to stone either,” Dean asked. Sam shook his head. “Well, lets just rip it then.”
“Dean…”
Dean grabs it and tries to rip it up. He struggles with it trying to rip it but it wont rip.
“Damnit.”
“Think that is one evil card Dean.”
“Well then how do you suggest we keep it safe?”
A little while later at their motel, Sam closes a hex box.
“Worked for the rabbits foot. Should work to contain this until we figure out what to do with it,” Sam said placing it into their trunk. “So, where we headed now?”
“Salem. And please no witch jokes. You know I hate those nasty bitches. Read some reports of kids going missing after trying to stay a night at Logan Castle. Abandoned outside of town. It was a reform school…lots of mysterious deaths. Angry sprits. Sounded like a party to me.”
The boys got in the car and Dean cranked up the music.
“But if we run across any witches…we are so out of there,” Dean said putting on his sunglasses as they headed down the road.
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