Dean Winchester (boundtothehunt) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-06-17 23:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !completed gdoc, !log, [plot] demon!dean, ~2017 june, ~25 points, ~~dean winchester (boundtothehunt), ~~methos (chivalrysstupid), ~~~~ sara lance (thecanary) |
Who: Dean Winchester and Sara Lance (special appearance by Methos)
What: He’s a demon, she used to be his friend
When: Saturday night
Where: near the Verdant
Warnings: Demons are Not Nice
Status: Closed/Complete
Dean had been laying low, staying on the move, never in one place long enough for someone to get a lock on him and come his way. He wasn’t looking to get himself hunted or anything, though with Sam out of the picture he doubted anyone would have the first clue what to do with him even if they did come his way. He’d heard his brother had lived; that was too bad. He’d heard Johanna had lived too, that irked him. He’d left her crippled and bleeding, alone in her house, had expected her to just bleed out before anyone found her.
He should have just finished the job.
He stayed away from his usual haunts, drinking at bars he didn’t usually go to, but for reasons he didn’t think about he found himself walking toward Sara’s club. Maybe he could duck in, get some tail from some poor, desperate waitress before he got spotted.
***
Sara hadn’t been spending much time at the club since Dean’s death and Sam’s injury. She was grateful that she had a competent staff to handle things without her so that she could focus on dealing with the latest round of crap from the dome.
No matter how good her staff was, there were a few things that she had to handle herself, so she was heading into the club for a few hours to do some paperwork when she had the sudden feeling of being watched. Years of training from the League of Assassins meant her awareness was better than average and since letting herself get captured by Methos, she was on high alert.
“Who’s there?” she called, hand automatically going to her side and wishing she had her batons.
***
It wasn’t like no one knew what he was, what he’d done, and Dean didn’t care that they did. No one was going to do anything about it. Chances were they were still hoping he could be saved. He didn’t want to be saved. Life was better this way, when he didn’t care about anyone.
It wasn’t like he had a reason to hide, so Dean just strode into view, casual as anything. “Hey, Sara. What’s going on?”
***
“Dean.” There was a moment of overwhelming relief when she first saw him. He was back, somehow, thanks to the magic of the dome. Sam was going to be so happy.
That moment was short lived when she remembered that he was a demon and had nearly killed Johanna. Fuck. Who should she call for help? She wasn’t equipped to take out a demon despite all of her skills. “Wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
She would play it cool. Keep him talking and figure out who she could covertly message while she did.
***
Dean wasn’t just a demon. He was a Knight of Hell. The biggest and the baddest and evil through and through. And with the Mark and the First Blade, he was virtually unstoppable.
“No, guess you weren’t.” He wandered a little closer, not a single trace of caution or fear, he had no reason to be, know that Sara wasn’t equipped to take on the likes of him, probably just wanted to get him locked up somewhere until they could fix him. Damn Sam and his damn little girlfriend. “Finally done licking those kidnapping wounds?”
As a human, Dean had been a lot more sympathetic.
***
Her training was good enough that she didn’t display any outward reaction to his question. “Been a little busy cleaning up after you,” Sara remarked casually. “You left Sam in a bad way.” It was probably too much to hope that there was some underlying essence of Dean left that would still care about his brother.
“What do you want, Dean?”
She stuck her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket, glad she was wearing it despite the heat. It offered at least a modicum of protection if things got physical. Luckily, she knew where the shortcut was to her texting app on her phone’s home screen. She couldn’t remember who she texted last, but they were about to get a 911 from her.
***
He just shrugged. Sam had deserved what he’d gotten. Dean had said time and time again that when he lost to the Mark, he needed to be put down. He’d known it, he’d said it. Handle it and burn his body. Sam had fought him. Sam had been dealt with. There was a part of Dean that did care about Sam, that would perk up if his brother called, but it wasn’t enough that he cared whether Sam lived or died. As long as he was the one who did it.
“You know how it is. Grab a drink, get into some desperate waitress with no future, call it a night.”
His attention flicked toward her hands. She was up to something, and he shouldn’t let her screw things up for him.
“What are you doing?”
***
“Wondering if there is any trace of my friend left,” Sara said, shrugging her shoulders and hoping that her text got through to someone that would be able to provide help.
Logically she knew that the thing in front of her wasn’t really Dean. It might look and sound like him, but it wasn’t really him. And she needed to stop thinking about it as someone she cared about. Just because she wasn’t equipped to take out a demon didn’t mean she wasn’t going to have to see someone else take him down.
***
In a blink he was moving in, catching her arm. He knew she was up to something and he wasn’t in the mood for her crap. All he wanted was to drink and get laid.
“Not a bit.”
Not a bit that he was acknowledging anyway. Not a bit that he could actually access even if he wanted to.
***
As soon as he grabbed her arm, Sara let go of the phone in her pocket, hoping he wouldn’t realize that she’d been trying to get some backup. “Well, now, there’s no need to get physical,” she said, slowly pulling her hands out of her pockets and holding them up in front of her.
It was probably too much to hope that she’d be getting out of this encounter completely unscathed.
***
There was a certain amount of patience in him, but the Mark always drove him to the violent answer first. One wrong move and once a friend or not, she was in trouble.
“What? You never thought we should?” Were he himself, Dean never would have even considered Sara as a viable option. She’d been his friend, and that was it. Now, he didn’t care. She was a warm body and could probably score him free booze. Win-win.
***
Sara definitely didn’t see that coming. “No, I can’t say I did,” she said. They’d always just been friends and she had whatever it was going on with his brother. Not that any of that mattered to the demon currently wearing her friend like a suit.
“You know, I have some work to do,” she said. “I should probably get going and let you get on with your evening.” It was a long shot, but maybe she could get away from him and raise the alarms.
***
It wasn’t going to happen. Dean had locked on now, and that was it. He was getting what he wanted. And he wanted to get laid.
His hand tightened on her arm. “Come on. Don’t be like that.”
Part of him, the tiny part that was the memory of being human, said he shouldn’t, said it wasn’t right, but Dean didn’t listen to that anymore. Using his grip on her arm he shoved her back into the nearest wall, stepping in close and kissing her.
***
This was worse than if he’d hit her. Sara struggled, trying to get out of his grasp, but he was too strong and she realized that there was no way she was getting out of this on her own. All she could do was hope that her text got out or someone would happen to come by sooner rather than later.
She wasn’t going to make it easy though and she pressed her lips shut tight.
***
There wasn’t any reason that she would have been texting Methos but he had left the house feeling like everything there was too quiet with both Percy and Reyna now gone. He hadn’t said anything to Maria but it really felt like a continuation of things going badly after what had happened when the boarding house was empty of everyone it was intended to be there to help.
It was only probably the second time he’d left the area of the boarding house and gone walking. At least with his hair back to the way it was supposed to be and not Methos as Death long he figured people might not recognize him as easily. Why he was going by Verdant when he couldn’t...wouldn’t....go in he wasn’t sure but when he saw someone shoving a woman against a wall to kiss where it obviously wasn’t welcome it didn’t matter.
“Hey!” Methos didn’t even think. He just punched the aggressor in the small of the back before grabbing him to shove him away from...Sara? He hadn’t realized it was her before he stepped in but he wasn’t backing down. “Are you all right?”
***
That was one way to get Dean’s attention, even if it hadn’t been what had been intended. He stumbled a little, turning quickly, snarling at the guy.
“We’re fine. Mind your own business.”
He hadn’t come out looking for a fight, but he wasn’t walking away from one presented to him. Bloodlust bubbled in him, the Mark craving a kill, his eyes turning black in a blink. Whoever this idiot was, he’d stepped in front of the wrong guy.
***
Pretty much the last person Sara was expecting to see come to her aide was Methos, the man who not long ago knocked her out and kidnapped her not far from here. Still, she was grateful to see him, especially since she knew that it wasn’t possible for Dean to kill him.
While Dean was distracted, she fumbled for her phone, trying to get a message to Constantine. He should be inside the club and able to get to them quickly. At least she hoped. He was the best equipped in town to handle this threat.
***
Oh well that thing with the black eyes was new. Methos wasn’t carrying his sword...you try hiding one in the summer when wearing a long coat made you really stand out...but he still knew how to defend himself. “Sara didn’t look fine, and you look god awful to be honest. Black is not your color.” Methos kept his distance as much as he could without leaving Sara exposed to Dean again.
“Why don’t we all move along and just live and let live?”
***
Laughing softly, more to himself than anything, Dean’s eyes returned to normal while he casually pushed his sleeves up, revealing the Mark in the process. He was armed, could kill this guy in a second if he wanted to, but that would ruin it.
“God doesn’t have a whole lot to do with any of this, pal.” In all honesty, God didn’t have a lot to do with anything. And was kind of a dick. Just screwing off and letting everyone fumble around in the dark the way he did. “But you’re in luck today because I’m looking for a drink and a lay and you don’t look like you can provide either.”
Sara could probably provide both, even playing hard to get.
***
Sara had no intention of providing either.
“You should probably look elsewhere for both of those things,” she said, knowing that she couldn’t take him down on her own, but hoping maybe the presence of another person would make him second guess the idea of trying to get either from her or anyone else at Verdant.
***
“You’ve already wasted time here. There will be people looking for you, and for Sara. Does what you want mean you’re willing to risk a crowd?” Methos honestly had no idea if other people would show up or not but it would make sense they’d still be on alert after what he did and with this new problem.
Methos was harder to kill than that even with Dean running on being a demon but he’d like to avoid dying again anyway if he could. “Sara, get inside.”
***
Most of him wanted to just take this guy out, crowd or no crowd. Talking sense into him wasn’t ever going to work, Dean just didn’t care anymore. Less than he’d come out looking for trouble, though, had he come out looking to get tracked down by those he was trying to avoid.
And now that he thought about it, Sara was one of the people he didn’t want anything to do with anymore.
With a growl, he glared at Sara even as he backed off a few steps. “Not worth it.” Something in him stopped him from adding further insult, pointing out that she just gave it away to anyone who looked her way anyway. Instead he looked to the guy who’d interrupted and gave a wicked grin. “She’s my gift to you. You can probably get at least a blowjob in the stockroom for saving her ass. You’re welcome.”
Knowing it wasn’t a good idea for him to stick around, he just walked away.
***
As she watched Dean walk away, she pulled her phone out and sent another message to Constantine, letting him know that he was in the area and he should be on alert.
“Uh, thanks,” Sara said, feeling a little awkward when she was left alone with Methos. The last time she’d actually seen him was when he wasn’t himself and was holding her captive. She knew and understood that it wasn’t really him, remembered all too well that she’d hurt people when she was separated from her soul, but that didn’t mean that seeing him wasn’t still painful.
***
Methos let out a soft sigh when Dean walked away before he turned to look at Sara. It had been easy to dismiss any awkwardness in the heat of things but now it was just the two of them.
“It was the least I could do.” He meant it. Methos felt like he owed her a lot more than that for everything that had happened. “You should probably get inside and stay inside. There’s no guarantee he’s actually left the area.”
***
Sara knew he was right and she nodded. She should also probably message Sam and Johanna and warn them that he was out and about. It seemed like he’d been lying low lately, but they all knew he was still in town somewhere. There was a good chance that someone else was going to get hurt soon.
“Want to come in for a drink?” she offered.
***
“Maybe I could come in for a few minutes.” Methos nodded his head slightly. “Just to make sure he leaves. I didn’t bring any weapons with me.” He didn’t want to infringe on her safe place in Verdant if she wasn’t ready for him to be there but he didn’t think it was a great idea to be out on the street alone right now either.
***
“Yeah, I don’t have any on me either,” she said. Not that she thought weapons would be particularly effective against a demon as strong as Dean. She headed towards the club, aware that Methos was right behind and her feeling conflicted about the fact that he’d just prevented her from being raped and possibly worse. “But I have a stash in the club.”
***
“Carrying a sword in the summer is ridiculously obvious unfortunately.” Methos was keeping it light on purpose. He was afraid if he got too serious one or the other of them would break down or get mad at the other. Methos knew his own emotions tended to flip on a dime at the moment and was sure hers might be just as bad.
“Thank you. For letting me in I mean. I wasn’t coming this way to test that out I promise.”
***
Her batons were slightly less obvious and Sara was kicking herself for not carrying them when she knew there was a threat in town. “It’s fine,” she said. “If you want a knife or something to carry until he’s taken out, let me know.”
Most people probably wouldn’t offer to lend weapons to someone who hurt them mere months before, but Sara wasn’t most people. When they got to the club, she opened the door and walked in ahead of him, wanting to make sure that if Bruce or Constantine spotted him, they would realize she invited him. The last thing she wanted right now was to deal with that kind of drama.
***
“I have one at home.” And a gun but he had been trying to be less threatening. That had obviously been a mistake and he wouldn’t make it again. Methos was glad she was going in first but he wasn’t drawing attention to it. “Maybe you could tell me a little bit more about what’s going on before I go. So I can make sure MacLeod and Maria are up to speed as well. Although to be honest they might know more than I do but just in case.”
And maybe it was time to stop staying at home and not reading most of the news that was posted. Maybe it was time for Methos to get back out there.