SCC/SPN - Demons vs Machines (2/?)
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jebbypalTitle: Demons Versus Machines continued
Author:jebbypal
rating: everyone
summary: Apocalypse, Judgment Day, what's the difference?
A/N: Continued from part 1 Go back and make sure you read all of it, as I added more to the post late last night. I think it's official that I've written more in this week than I have all year.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Keep up, Sammy. Nothing here is funny enough to kid about. The girl and the old man keep talking like they know both of us. Sarah –“
“The mother.”
“Yes - she doesn’t remember us, but given that neither of us had topped five feet at the time, I’m not too surprised.”
“I don’t remember her,” Sam offers.
“You were seven. What do you make of the girl?”
Sam rubs his head, hard enough to feel discomfort through his splitting headache, but careful of the eight stitches in his scalp. He doesn’t want her coming after him with a needle again. “Were you looking at her when you said Christo?” Dean just shakes her head. “She’s strong, crazy strong, but I tested her when she was stitching me up. If she is a demon, she’s high-level to not react.”
“Or we have a rogue angel that’s bought into some end-of-days sctick.”
“It is the end-of-days,” Sam points out. “If she’s an angel, she has less grace than even Cas. She wouldn’t have needed to lay hands on us to put us out.”
“Maybe she likes it.”
Sam gently shakes his head. “I don’t think so. I grabbed her when –“ he stops for a second. “I grabbed her when she was manipulating my shoulder. She…I don’t know. She felt too solid.”
“Too solid? What the hell does that mean? A shifter? Werewolf?”
“Better not be since it’s a full moon. I don’t know. I just know she didn’t feel like Cas or Anna.” Sam grabs the Gatorade that the band of …his brain even blanks on what to call them. Sam hates when concussions rob him of words. “What about the kid? You said something was wrong with him.”
“He’s not old enough.”
Sam laughs, but it quickly turns into a strangled cough as the bruised muscles and bone in his chest protest. “Dean, you were hunting by the time you were 13. So how does that make him not old enough?”
“Sam, it was the early nineties when we ran into him and his mom. He was around your age. Does he look like he’s around your age now?”
Sam looks across the room where the kid is talking to his sister. There’s no way. “Maybe the kid you remember had a little brother.”
“His name was John back then.”
“Maybe his mom sucks at coming up with names. Or maybe its their last name.”
“You’re grasping at straws, Sammy.”
“Then come up with a better explanation, Dean.”
“What are they talking about?”
“You.” Cameron is always succinct at the best of times, but something about these two has her quieter than usual.
“What about me?” John asks.
“Dean says you should be older.”
“Huh.” It’s weird to have someone notice it. Someone other than Charlie or Ellison anyway. “How much do they know?”
“Now they know nothing. Though they think I’m not entirely human.”
“Really?” Nice to know that two of the guys that will be in his Resistance aren’t entirely oblivious. “What do they think you are?”
“They’ve ruled out demon, but are withholding their judgment on angel until I prove that I’m something else.”
“Angel?” Not oblivious, but completely and utterly crazy. That’s okay. With all the people his mom has worked with over the years, John’s learned to manage crazy. “What about in the future? What do they think of you there?”
Cameron looks over her shoulder at the brothers and pauses for a second before she answers. “Dean avoided the ones you reprogrammed. Sam would sometimes help you make repairs though. I never knew what they thought of me.”
John reaches into the bag of supplies that they’d found with the Winchesters. Lighters, kerosene, boxes of salt, and a lot of guns modified to shoot salt rounds. Crazy, John could work with. But this was an entirely different level of crazy than the UFO and government conspiracy nuts he was used to. “And their apocalypse– what did you think of that?”
“Insufficient data. Skynet did not register them as a threat until after Judgment day. They claimed to have stopped the apocalypse almost three years before that.”
“But you believe them enough to not want to hurt them?”
“No, I know I can’t hurt them because they saved your father’s life.”
Sarah and Derek clear the rest of the house, confident in Cameron’s ability to manage the brothers. “What aren’t you telling me?” she asks him once they’ve cleared the master bedroom. She’s certain that Cameron can hear them if she’s paying attention, but its far enough away that the Winchester brothers shouldn’t hear anything that would upset them.
“They’d be good allies. They have a network that could be useful if we have to run.”
“That’s not it.”
Derek thinks about the hunters he’d known in all the camps. For the most part, they’d been solitary. When more than one was in a camp at a time, they’d congregate to swap stories of times when they could defeat the monsters with latin, silver, and flame. But they’d always been fearless. “They were never afraid of Metal.”
“So you’re saying they’re stupid and insane?”
Derek shakes his head. “No. Dean, he told me once that there wasn’t anything special about the metal. Like a lot of other monsters, it could kill you, or even make you want to be dead. But that was it. Once you died, you were free. He said that demons weren’t like that.”
“But you never believed his tale of the apocalypse?”
Derek walks to the window and looks into the darkness that hides the brown grass and bald dirt spots. “I couldn’t believe that something like Judgment day could happen without the rest of us knowing it had.”
“Demons and ghosts?”
“Told you, ghosts are plentiful in the future.”
“Quit being difficult, Reese. Demons?”
“I told you I never saw any.” But he remembers the look on Kyle’s face when Dean had dumped his body in the makeshift infirmary, the hex bag bouncing on his chest, and the insistence of the Winchester brothers that everyone on patrol carry one from that day forward, unless they were willing to get the tattoo. “Others did though. And after, they weren’t scared of Metal either.”
TBC
Author:
jebbypalrating: everyone
summary: Apocalypse, Judgment Day, what's the difference?
A/N: Continued from part 1 Go back and make sure you read all of it, as I added more to the post late last night. I think it's official that I've written more in this week than I have all year.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Keep up, Sammy. Nothing here is funny enough to kid about. The girl and the old man keep talking like they know both of us. Sarah –“
“The mother.”
“Yes - she doesn’t remember us, but given that neither of us had topped five feet at the time, I’m not too surprised.”
“I don’t remember her,” Sam offers.
“You were seven. What do you make of the girl?”
Sam rubs his head, hard enough to feel discomfort through his splitting headache, but careful of the eight stitches in his scalp. He doesn’t want her coming after him with a needle again. “Were you looking at her when you said Christo?” Dean just shakes her head. “She’s strong, crazy strong, but I tested her when she was stitching me up. If she is a demon, she’s high-level to not react.”
“Or we have a rogue angel that’s bought into some end-of-days sctick.”
“It is the end-of-days,” Sam points out. “If she’s an angel, she has less grace than even Cas. She wouldn’t have needed to lay hands on us to put us out.”
“Maybe she likes it.”
Sam gently shakes his head. “I don’t think so. I grabbed her when –“ he stops for a second. “I grabbed her when she was manipulating my shoulder. She…I don’t know. She felt too solid.”
“Too solid? What the hell does that mean? A shifter? Werewolf?”
“Better not be since it’s a full moon. I don’t know. I just know she didn’t feel like Cas or Anna.” Sam grabs the Gatorade that the band of …his brain even blanks on what to call them. Sam hates when concussions rob him of words. “What about the kid? You said something was wrong with him.”
“He’s not old enough.”
Sam laughs, but it quickly turns into a strangled cough as the bruised muscles and bone in his chest protest. “Dean, you were hunting by the time you were 13. So how does that make him not old enough?”
“Sam, it was the early nineties when we ran into him and his mom. He was around your age. Does he look like he’s around your age now?”
Sam looks across the room where the kid is talking to his sister. There’s no way. “Maybe the kid you remember had a little brother.”
“His name was John back then.”
“Maybe his mom sucks at coming up with names. Or maybe its their last name.”
“You’re grasping at straws, Sammy.”
“Then come up with a better explanation, Dean.”
“What are they talking about?”
“You.” Cameron is always succinct at the best of times, but something about these two has her quieter than usual.
“What about me?” John asks.
“Dean says you should be older.”
“Huh.” It’s weird to have someone notice it. Someone other than Charlie or Ellison anyway. “How much do they know?”
“Now they know nothing. Though they think I’m not entirely human.”
“Really?” Nice to know that two of the guys that will be in his Resistance aren’t entirely oblivious. “What do they think you are?”
“They’ve ruled out demon, but are withholding their judgment on angel until I prove that I’m something else.”
“Angel?” Not oblivious, but completely and utterly crazy. That’s okay. With all the people his mom has worked with over the years, John’s learned to manage crazy. “What about in the future? What do they think of you there?”
Cameron looks over her shoulder at the brothers and pauses for a second before she answers. “Dean avoided the ones you reprogrammed. Sam would sometimes help you make repairs though. I never knew what they thought of me.”
John reaches into the bag of supplies that they’d found with the Winchesters. Lighters, kerosene, boxes of salt, and a lot of guns modified to shoot salt rounds. Crazy, John could work with. But this was an entirely different level of crazy than the UFO and government conspiracy nuts he was used to. “And their apocalypse– what did you think of that?”
“Insufficient data. Skynet did not register them as a threat until after Judgment day. They claimed to have stopped the apocalypse almost three years before that.”
“But you believe them enough to not want to hurt them?”
“No, I know I can’t hurt them because they saved your father’s life.”
Sarah and Derek clear the rest of the house, confident in Cameron’s ability to manage the brothers. “What aren’t you telling me?” she asks him once they’ve cleared the master bedroom. She’s certain that Cameron can hear them if she’s paying attention, but its far enough away that the Winchester brothers shouldn’t hear anything that would upset them.
“They’d be good allies. They have a network that could be useful if we have to run.”
“That’s not it.”
Derek thinks about the hunters he’d known in all the camps. For the most part, they’d been solitary. When more than one was in a camp at a time, they’d congregate to swap stories of times when they could defeat the monsters with latin, silver, and flame. But they’d always been fearless. “They were never afraid of Metal.”
“So you’re saying they’re stupid and insane?”
Derek shakes his head. “No. Dean, he told me once that there wasn’t anything special about the metal. Like a lot of other monsters, it could kill you, or even make you want to be dead. But that was it. Once you died, you were free. He said that demons weren’t like that.”
“But you never believed his tale of the apocalypse?”
Derek walks to the window and looks into the darkness that hides the brown grass and bald dirt spots. “I couldn’t believe that something like Judgment day could happen without the rest of us knowing it had.”
“Demons and ghosts?”
“Told you, ghosts are plentiful in the future.”
“Quit being difficult, Reese. Demons?”
“I told you I never saw any.” But he remembers the look on Kyle’s face when Dean had dumped his body in the makeshift infirmary, the hex bag bouncing on his chest, and the insistence of the Winchester brothers that everyone on patrol carry one from that day forward, unless they were willing to get the tattoo. “Others did though. And after, they weren’t scared of Metal either.”
TBC