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Title: Living for Giving the Devil his Due. Chapter 9/13
Author: Strangevisitor7
Fandom: Supernatural, BtVS & Quantum Leap
Characters : Dawn, Willow, Faith, Sam Winchester, Dean, Bobby Singer, Admiral Al Calavicci, Sam Beckett.
Pairings : Dean/Faith, Sam/Dawn
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: All things SPN belong to Eric Kripke, et al. All things Buffy belong to Joss Whedon, All thing Quantum Leap belong to Donald P. Bellisario, et al..
Summary: Sam Beckett has leaped into Dean Winchester will it save Dean from the deal or damn them both.
The other chapters are here:
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13
Chapter 9: With A Little Help From My Friends
Al wasn’t keen on bringing in outside assistance to a top secret government project but he realized that there was no one in the mountain qualified to handle demons and ancient rituals. They didn’t even have a decent linguist on staff.
Al had to laugh. Who was he kidding? Even if he explained it all to the scientific staff, none of those eggheads would accept the supernatural. Heck, Al barely believed it himself and he didn’t have years of scientific brainwashing to overcome. Nope the Sams, and he had begin to think of them as a unit, were right, with Dean banned from assisting, the Summers girl and her friend were really the only option.
Even as the phone was ringing, Al was unsure what to say to get Dawn to come to New Mexico. When she finally came on the line, Al explained that he was with a top secret government project in New Mexico and they were in dire need of a linguist. He was aware that she had worked with government projects of this type in the past and she came highly recommended. Dawn said thanks but no thanks.
He realized this approach wasn’t working, so, he tried the truth. Al told her that Dean was alive and needed her help to stop the demon from collecting his soul and to save Sam from dying. He figured that last part should keep her interested. Instead, Dawn told him to go to hell and hung up. When he called back, another women named Faith described what she would do to him if he called again.
Time for Plan B: tell Dean the truth. Al found himself outside the waiting room watching Dean eat, again, and according to Gooshie the music was Blue Oyster Cult. Better but still not his taste.
Dean barely looked up when he entered the room, “More questions, Al?” sneered Dean, turning his name into an insult.
“Actually, it’s time for the truth.”
That got Dean’s attention away from his lunch. Al talked and Dean listened. He reviewed all the disclosure that had passed between the Sams. Al explained about the soul swap that apparently hid Dean from the demon. Al confessed that Dean was in the future and currently inhabiting Dr. Samuel Beckett’s body. The Admiral then handed him a mirror. Dean’s disbelief vanished when he saw the brown-eyed, squared-jawed face of Dr. Beckett staring back at him.
Dean ran his hand over his face. “Still feels like me.”
Al nodded. “One of the odd compensations of the leap. You feel like you; only your reflection shows the truth.”
“So,” Dean smirked. “I guess neither one of us is crazy. I assume you have a plan to swap us back?”
Al sensed that this was Dean’s offer of cooperation. “Unfortunately, we don’t have control over when a transfer occurs and according to your brother you may be here as long as a year before the leap is triggered”
Dean’s eye grew dark. “A year in this room with only you for company. That is not happening. I may summon the demon myself.”
“No, you won’t. The Sams will never forgive me if I screw this up. So, I am going to insist we do it their way. Capice?”
“Little brother gave you that bitchy, do it my way face didn’t he?” When Al nodded, Dean admitted. “Yeah, even I have trouble getting around that one. Okay, we do it his way until we don’t.”
Al raised an eyebrow at Dean’s faux capitulation but he let the moment pass because right now he needed Dean to make a phone call. “The plan was to get the Cleveland crew to help out. I tried to convince Dawn to come help arrange the protections. Unfortunately, she didn’t believe me and now every time I call, Faith answers and threatens to cut off parts of my anatomy that I would rather keep.”
Dean laughed. “Secret government initiatives don’t go over well in the Summers' household. Don’t bother with Dawn, just call Sam directly instead.”
Silence hung between them. “What, he and Dawnie break-up?” Dean studied Al, who refused to meet his gaze. “Son of a bitch! What aren’t you telling me!” Dean loomed over Al shouting. “Where’s Sammy?”
Al told him what happened to Sam.
Sam’s response to the news of his own death had been a gentle breeze compared to the hurricane of Dean’s rage. The furniture went flying and Al retreated to the safety of the hall to call for back-up. It finally took four marines and the threat of sedation to calm Dean’s berserker fit.
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Dean was pacing and thinking. He needed to get back to his own time right now and save his little brother, again. An alien feeling at the back of his mind kept assuring him that nothing bad would happen to Sammy. Was that Beckett? He’d been getting flashes and feelings of another life. Were he and Beckett communicating somehow? Dean was oddly comforted by that thought. Ultimately, it didn’t really matter what the Sams wanted, Dean was a man of action and his plan didn’t involve waiting around for a year.
Al returned with a phone once Dean had proved he was calm. Dean called Willow’s private line at the Cleveland house, grateful that it was still the same. “Hello,” came the familiar voice.
“Willow, don’t hang up. This is really Dean. Cast whatever spell you need to in order to confirm that I am who I say I am. I can wait.” Dean heard the call being transferred to speaker and Willow’s voice calling for Faith and Dawn.
“Ok, whoever you really are, we are going to finish this. One chance to rationalize why you are upsetting my friends with your ridiculous story. If Faith doesn’t like your explanation, I will be sending her to kick your ass. So, say what you have to say. We’ve got places to be.”
Willows voice sounded flat to Dean. Not at all like the bubbly redhead he knew. For an instant, he wondered what could have happened to her and to the other missing scoobies. Part of him knew the answer wouldn’t be good, so he didn’t ask. Instead, he spoke directly to Faith. “Do you remember the last time we argued and you threatened to kick my ass? We were supposed to be patrolling and instead we ended up naked in the middle of Lake View Cemetery. Of course the fun ended when Dawn and Sam came looking for us.”
Dean waited through the silence, when a small voice, he was sure was Dawn, asked, “What did Sam say when we found you?”
Dean answered simply. “Sam wanted to know if you wanted to patrol horizontally, too, and you slugged him in the arm.”
“Willow, how is this possible?” Dawn asked, her voice nearly breaking. “Could it be Dean?”
Dean was shocked by the raw pain in her voice. Was she still mourning Sam? Oh Dawnie, he thought, Don’t worry, I am going to fix this.
“That’s just it.” Willow confessed. “I can tell the words are true but I can’t be sure it’s really Dean.”
“Dean is dead. Period. The end.” He recognized the new voice as Faith. “We went to Arizona to help Sam burn his body. We scattered Dean’s ashes in the Canyon. So, whoever you think you are, you ain’t Dean. So, hanging up now.”
“Faith,” Dean said and he tried to inject as much of himself into that one word as he could, willing her to believe. “Please, I know you don’t trust easily but you’ve got to try this time. It really is me. Bring all the weapons and spells you want. But I need your help and Sam does too.”
“Sam?! Is he with you?” Dean could hear the hope in Dawn’s voice.
“No, and I can’t explain on the phone, but I swear, if this plan works, you will see him again and so will I.”
There was some muffled discussion and finally Faith’s voice came on the line, cold as ice. “We’ll come, but if your lying, you will regret it.” Dean could feel the chill.
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Dean had warned Al that Willow was going to teleport into the mountain, but he had to laugh at the shocked look on Al’s face when the girls appeared twenty minutes later. It was a kick sometimes to watch someone else get up to speed with the supernatural stuff that he lived with everyday. Dean motioned for Al to stay out of the way as this could get ugly quick.
“Hi girls. Looking good.” And he meant it. It didn’t seem like he was too far into the future. “I know, I don’t look like me...huh..oof” She came flying at him knocking the wind right out of him.
Dean found himself pinned to the wall by Faith and she had a murderous look in her eye. “You are NOT Dean. Who are you?” She pushed her forearm into his throat.
“Don’t you think we should ask the others to leave before we start the foreplay, darlin’.” Dean tried to sound casual but he was having a little trouble breathing.
She looked him like she was staring into his soul. In her concentration, she released her hold just enough to give Dean an opening. He pulled her arm down and lowered his mouth on to hers. She didn’t resist. She met his intensity, as if using the kiss to confirm what hers eyes couldn’t. Her free hand came up to grab his hair, pulling him down and forcing his tongue even deeper into her mouth.
Time seemed to stand still for Dean until the sound of Willow clearing her throat penetrated his conscience and he separated himself from Faith.
“Damn, girl.” Dean looked into her glistening eyes. He was blown away by the loss and longing he saw there. “Guess you missed me, huh?” He added, trying to sound nonchalant.
She punched him playfully in the chest and smiled. “Don’t flatter yourself, boy toy, I ain’t been lacking for fun.” She turned away quickly but not before Dean could see she was lying.
Faith in pain over him was a shock. But soon, their past would change and her pain would be gone. Dean would make sure of it.
Faith nodded at her companions and Dean was pulled out of his thoughts as Willow and Dawn descended on him and wouldn’t let go. They asked questions and talked over each other in that scooby way that made him smile.
He promised to answer all their questions if they would just sit down and listen. First, Dean introduced Al. Then, as the girls made themselves comfortable around the room, he and Al explained project quantum leap, time travel, why he was in Dr. Samuel Beckett’ body, and the possibility of beating the demon. He reviewed his brother’s version of the plan that would have them protect him for the next year here in the mountain. All three immediately agreed to help.
Al decided it was time to check in with the Sams and let them know that the women were here and on board.
Once Al was gone, Faith asked, “Okay Dean, what’s the real plan?”
“Yeah,” agreed Willow. “No way you stay cooped up in this windowless prison for a year.”
“Or leave Sam in someone else’s care,” added Dawn.
He saw hope in all of them and was hopeful in return. “That’s my girls. Nice to see I haven’t been forgotten.” He smirked and heard Faith mumble as if that were even possible..
He continued. “Damn straight that plan ain’t gonna work for me. It’s very simple. You pretend to lay protections but instead you summon the crossroads demon, banish her, and then I head back home.”
“But, Dean, isn't that considered active interference?” Willow pointed out.
“Sammy believes that being here in the future should negate aspects of the deal. Here the ‘year’ is long gone so technically the deal is already broken. Geek-boy is rarely wrong but I just want to take a more timely approach. I really don’t want Beckett living in my body for year.”
That last statement elicited a chuckle form Faith. “Worried about your reputation, Kansas.”
“Can’t have some rocket scientist geeking up the goods,” Dean confirmed and then more seriously asked. “Can I count on you to do this?”
He looked at each of the women and received confirmation that they were on board.
Faith came to sit on his lap. “Just wondering if I get to take this body for a ride before you swap back.”
He’d left her behind when he and Sam drove off to Arizona. He never thought he’d see her again. Dean held her close and breathed in the scent of her. His heart ached for the need of her. “Babe, you know I’d love too but...”
“I know, Deano, we got work to do.”
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Demon interlude: Part 4
Every since she’d aligned herself with Lathos, Pacisca had been hearing rumors of a project he had to thwart the champions of TPTB. She didn’t believe it. Lathos was very powerful but even he wasn’t stupid enough to challenge Them directly. Hell spawn loved to gossip and of course demons lied even to each other.
Lucky for her, Lathos had an abundance of experience with time traveling souls or she would never have been able to collect Dean. She didn’t wonder how he had known so much about the soul hopping Dr. Beckett and why he was so important. Dean was an important soul too and in certain circles, his biography was well known. Funny, she wouldn’t have that soul hopping happened often but it seemed to be a hobby of Lathos’.
For now she was just happy that Lathos had given her a free pass to the mortal world. It was good until Dean’s soul was collected. She knew she shouldn’t gloat but she just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to taunt Sam Winchester one more time.
The idea was so delicious. She would get the opportunity to give a true villain’s monolog. She was beside herself with glee at the thought of watching the hope fade from Sam’s eyes as she informed him that she was headed to the future to collect his precious brother, and there was nothing he could do about it.
First stop, South Dakota 2008 and then to New Mexico 2015. Yeah, gloating was a failing of her kind and she was no exception.
Chapter Title is from “With A Little Help From My Friends ” by The Beatles
Chapter 10
Tonight, I am going to see Styx in concert. Whoo hoo! I haven't seen them since high school and now they are forever linked to Supernatural.
emmacmf. A discussion with her helped me clarify some stuff about my demons.Title: Living for Giving the Devil his Due. Chapter 9/13
Author: Strangevisitor7
Fandom: Supernatural, BtVS & Quantum Leap
Characters : Dawn, Willow, Faith, Sam Winchester, Dean, Bobby Singer, Admiral Al Calavicci, Sam Beckett.
Pairings : Dean/Faith, Sam/Dawn
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: All things SPN belong to Eric Kripke, et al. All things Buffy belong to Joss Whedon, All thing Quantum Leap belong to Donald P. Bellisario, et al..
Summary: Sam Beckett has leaped into Dean Winchester will it save Dean from the deal or damn them both.
The other chapters are here:
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13
Al wasn’t keen on bringing in outside assistance to a top secret government project but he realized that there was no one in the mountain qualified to handle demons and ancient rituals. They didn’t even have a decent linguist on staff.
Al had to laugh. Who was he kidding? Even if he explained it all to the scientific staff, none of those eggheads would accept the supernatural. Heck, Al barely believed it himself and he didn’t have years of scientific brainwashing to overcome. Nope the Sams, and he had begin to think of them as a unit, were right, with Dean banned from assisting, the Summers girl and her friend were really the only option.
Even as the phone was ringing, Al was unsure what to say to get Dawn to come to New Mexico. When she finally came on the line, Al explained that he was with a top secret government project in New Mexico and they were in dire need of a linguist. He was aware that she had worked with government projects of this type in the past and she came highly recommended. Dawn said thanks but no thanks.
He realized this approach wasn’t working, so, he tried the truth. Al told her that Dean was alive and needed her help to stop the demon from collecting his soul and to save Sam from dying. He figured that last part should keep her interested. Instead, Dawn told him to go to hell and hung up. When he called back, another women named Faith described what she would do to him if he called again.
Time for Plan B: tell Dean the truth. Al found himself outside the waiting room watching Dean eat, again, and according to Gooshie the music was Blue Oyster Cult. Better but still not his taste.
Dean barely looked up when he entered the room, “More questions, Al?” sneered Dean, turning his name into an insult.
“Actually, it’s time for the truth.”
That got Dean’s attention away from his lunch. Al talked and Dean listened. He reviewed all the disclosure that had passed between the Sams. Al explained about the soul swap that apparently hid Dean from the demon. Al confessed that Dean was in the future and currently inhabiting Dr. Samuel Beckett’s body. The Admiral then handed him a mirror. Dean’s disbelief vanished when he saw the brown-eyed, squared-jawed face of Dr. Beckett staring back at him.
Dean ran his hand over his face. “Still feels like me.”
Al nodded. “One of the odd compensations of the leap. You feel like you; only your reflection shows the truth.”
“So,” Dean smirked. “I guess neither one of us is crazy. I assume you have a plan to swap us back?”
Al sensed that this was Dean’s offer of cooperation. “Unfortunately, we don’t have control over when a transfer occurs and according to your brother you may be here as long as a year before the leap is triggered”
Dean’s eye grew dark. “A year in this room with only you for company. That is not happening. I may summon the demon myself.”
“No, you won’t. The Sams will never forgive me if I screw this up. So, I am going to insist we do it their way. Capice?”
“Little brother gave you that bitchy, do it my way face didn’t he?” When Al nodded, Dean admitted. “Yeah, even I have trouble getting around that one. Okay, we do it his way until we don’t.”
Al raised an eyebrow at Dean’s faux capitulation but he let the moment pass because right now he needed Dean to make a phone call. “The plan was to get the Cleveland crew to help out. I tried to convince Dawn to come help arrange the protections. Unfortunately, she didn’t believe me and now every time I call, Faith answers and threatens to cut off parts of my anatomy that I would rather keep.”
Dean laughed. “Secret government initiatives don’t go over well in the Summers' household. Don’t bother with Dawn, just call Sam directly instead.”
Silence hung between them. “What, he and Dawnie break-up?” Dean studied Al, who refused to meet his gaze. “Son of a bitch! What aren’t you telling me!” Dean loomed over Al shouting. “Where’s Sammy?”
Al told him what happened to Sam.
Sam’s response to the news of his own death had been a gentle breeze compared to the hurricane of Dean’s rage. The furniture went flying and Al retreated to the safety of the hall to call for back-up. It finally took four marines and the threat of sedation to calm Dean’s berserker fit.
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Dean was pacing and thinking. He needed to get back to his own time right now and save his little brother, again. An alien feeling at the back of his mind kept assuring him that nothing bad would happen to Sammy. Was that Beckett? He’d been getting flashes and feelings of another life. Were he and Beckett communicating somehow? Dean was oddly comforted by that thought. Ultimately, it didn’t really matter what the Sams wanted, Dean was a man of action and his plan didn’t involve waiting around for a year.
Al returned with a phone once Dean had proved he was calm. Dean called Willow’s private line at the Cleveland house, grateful that it was still the same. “Hello,” came the familiar voice.
“Willow, don’t hang up. This is really Dean. Cast whatever spell you need to in order to confirm that I am who I say I am. I can wait.” Dean heard the call being transferred to speaker and Willow’s voice calling for Faith and Dawn.
“Ok, whoever you really are, we are going to finish this. One chance to rationalize why you are upsetting my friends with your ridiculous story. If Faith doesn’t like your explanation, I will be sending her to kick your ass. So, say what you have to say. We’ve got places to be.”
Willows voice sounded flat to Dean. Not at all like the bubbly redhead he knew. For an instant, he wondered what could have happened to her and to the other missing scoobies. Part of him knew the answer wouldn’t be good, so he didn’t ask. Instead, he spoke directly to Faith. “Do you remember the last time we argued and you threatened to kick my ass? We were supposed to be patrolling and instead we ended up naked in the middle of Lake View Cemetery. Of course the fun ended when Dawn and Sam came looking for us.”
Dean waited through the silence, when a small voice, he was sure was Dawn, asked, “What did Sam say when we found you?”
Dean answered simply. “Sam wanted to know if you wanted to patrol horizontally, too, and you slugged him in the arm.”
“Willow, how is this possible?” Dawn asked, her voice nearly breaking. “Could it be Dean?”
Dean was shocked by the raw pain in her voice. Was she still mourning Sam? Oh Dawnie, he thought, Don’t worry, I am going to fix this.
“That’s just it.” Willow confessed. “I can tell the words are true but I can’t be sure it’s really Dean.”
“Dean is dead. Period. The end.” He recognized the new voice as Faith. “We went to Arizona to help Sam burn his body. We scattered Dean’s ashes in the Canyon. So, whoever you think you are, you ain’t Dean. So, hanging up now.”
“Faith,” Dean said and he tried to inject as much of himself into that one word as he could, willing her to believe. “Please, I know you don’t trust easily but you’ve got to try this time. It really is me. Bring all the weapons and spells you want. But I need your help and Sam does too.”
“Sam?! Is he with you?” Dean could hear the hope in Dawn’s voice.
“No, and I can’t explain on the phone, but I swear, if this plan works, you will see him again and so will I.”
There was some muffled discussion and finally Faith’s voice came on the line, cold as ice. “We’ll come, but if your lying, you will regret it.” Dean could feel the chill.
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Dean had warned Al that Willow was going to teleport into the mountain, but he had to laugh at the shocked look on Al’s face when the girls appeared twenty minutes later. It was a kick sometimes to watch someone else get up to speed with the supernatural stuff that he lived with everyday. Dean motioned for Al to stay out of the way as this could get ugly quick.
“Hi girls. Looking good.” And he meant it. It didn’t seem like he was too far into the future. “I know, I don’t look like me...huh..oof” She came flying at him knocking the wind right out of him.
Dean found himself pinned to the wall by Faith and she had a murderous look in her eye. “You are NOT Dean. Who are you?” She pushed her forearm into his throat.
“Don’t you think we should ask the others to leave before we start the foreplay, darlin’.” Dean tried to sound casual but he was having a little trouble breathing.
She looked him like she was staring into his soul. In her concentration, she released her hold just enough to give Dean an opening. He pulled her arm down and lowered his mouth on to hers. She didn’t resist. She met his intensity, as if using the kiss to confirm what hers eyes couldn’t. Her free hand came up to grab his hair, pulling him down and forcing his tongue even deeper into her mouth.
Time seemed to stand still for Dean until the sound of Willow clearing her throat penetrated his conscience and he separated himself from Faith.
“Damn, girl.” Dean looked into her glistening eyes. He was blown away by the loss and longing he saw there. “Guess you missed me, huh?” He added, trying to sound nonchalant.
She punched him playfully in the chest and smiled. “Don’t flatter yourself, boy toy, I ain’t been lacking for fun.” She turned away quickly but not before Dean could see she was lying.
Faith in pain over him was a shock. But soon, their past would change and her pain would be gone. Dean would make sure of it.
Faith nodded at her companions and Dean was pulled out of his thoughts as Willow and Dawn descended on him and wouldn’t let go. They asked questions and talked over each other in that scooby way that made him smile.
He promised to answer all their questions if they would just sit down and listen. First, Dean introduced Al. Then, as the girls made themselves comfortable around the room, he and Al explained project quantum leap, time travel, why he was in Dr. Samuel Beckett’ body, and the possibility of beating the demon. He reviewed his brother’s version of the plan that would have them protect him for the next year here in the mountain. All three immediately agreed to help.
Al decided it was time to check in with the Sams and let them know that the women were here and on board.
Once Al was gone, Faith asked, “Okay Dean, what’s the real plan?”
“Yeah,” agreed Willow. “No way you stay cooped up in this windowless prison for a year.”
“Or leave Sam in someone else’s care,” added Dawn.
He saw hope in all of them and was hopeful in return. “That’s my girls. Nice to see I haven’t been forgotten.” He smirked and heard Faith mumble as if that were even possible..
He continued. “Damn straight that plan ain’t gonna work for me. It’s very simple. You pretend to lay protections but instead you summon the crossroads demon, banish her, and then I head back home.”
“But, Dean, isn't that considered active interference?” Willow pointed out.
“Sammy believes that being here in the future should negate aspects of the deal. Here the ‘year’ is long gone so technically the deal is already broken. Geek-boy is rarely wrong but I just want to take a more timely approach. I really don’t want Beckett living in my body for year.”
That last statement elicited a chuckle form Faith. “Worried about your reputation, Kansas.”
“Can’t have some rocket scientist geeking up the goods,” Dean confirmed and then more seriously asked. “Can I count on you to do this?”
He looked at each of the women and received confirmation that they were on board.
Faith came to sit on his lap. “Just wondering if I get to take this body for a ride before you swap back.”
He’d left her behind when he and Sam drove off to Arizona. He never thought he’d see her again. Dean held her close and breathed in the scent of her. His heart ached for the need of her. “Babe, you know I’d love too but...”
“I know, Deano, we got work to do.”
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Demon interlude: Part 4
Every since she’d aligned herself with Lathos, Pacisca had been hearing rumors of a project he had to thwart the champions of TPTB. She didn’t believe it. Lathos was very powerful but even he wasn’t stupid enough to challenge Them directly. Hell spawn loved to gossip and of course demons lied even to each other.
Lucky for her, Lathos had an abundance of experience with time traveling souls or she would never have been able to collect Dean. She didn’t wonder how he had known so much about the soul hopping Dr. Beckett and why he was so important. Dean was an important soul too and in certain circles, his biography was well known. Funny, she wouldn’t have that soul hopping happened often but it seemed to be a hobby of Lathos’.
For now she was just happy that Lathos had given her a free pass to the mortal world. It was good until Dean’s soul was collected. She knew she shouldn’t gloat but she just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to taunt Sam Winchester one more time.
The idea was so delicious. She would get the opportunity to give a true villain’s monolog. She was beside herself with glee at the thought of watching the hope fade from Sam’s eyes as she informed him that she was headed to the future to collect his precious brother, and there was nothing he could do about it.
First stop, South Dakota 2008 and then to New Mexico 2015. Yeah, gloating was a failing of her kind and she was no exception.
Chapter Title is from “With A Little Help From My Friends ” by The Beatles
Chapter 10
Tonight, I am going to see Styx in concert. Whoo hoo! I haven't seen them since high school and now they are forever linked to Supernatural.
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Date: 2007-07-08 03:36 pm (UTC)I love the music in SPN; I'll watch episodes over for a fifth or sixth time just to hear the music.
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Date: 2007-07-08 11:19 pm (UTC)OOoo, it just keep getting better! Nice to see Wilow and the gang. Dean! You sneaky boy! And I can totally seee him going into an insane rage on hearing Sam's dead. We see a glimpse of it in "The Benders", I can only imagine how terrifying he'd be if Sam died! O_O
And the demons! Mmm, what a delicious plot!
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Date: 2007-07-09 02:20 am (UTC)I am really glad you like the scooby gang. i was initially worried about a 3rd verse but I needed soemone to help once I killed future Sam.
Thank you so much for your comments. I looked forward to your response to the chapter.