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single_man_tear) wrote2024-08-25 07:44 am
single_man_tear) wrote2024-08-25 07:44 am
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Hannibal Missouri - Sunday Evening
Before Dean even got close to Hannibal, Missouri, he “borrowed” a pickup truck and put on the ugly magical costume jewelry Wanda gave him just in case he ran into anyone who might recognize him. Too many people knew he was alive now. He needed to keep that down to just the two.
When he found Aiden at the hotel, the kid was too freaked out to be any help. So Dean told him to sit tight, and he’d handle it.
He found them in an abandoned warehouse. Of course it was an abandoned warehouse. One day, Dean figured, the creepy crawlies of the world would wise up and set up shop on a sunny beach. Hunters would never think to look there.
Dean moved silently through the dimly lit space, his grip on the silver knife tightening as he rounded a corner. Krissy and Jo were unconscious, hanging from chains in the rafters. IVs were hooked into their arms. Dean knew that setup all too well. He’d been there himself.
The Djinn was busy attending to his blood farm, just finishing with Josephine. Its tattooed hand pressed against her temples, locking her deeper into a hallucinogenic state . As the Djinn turned toward Krissy, Dean didn’t hesitate.
He lunged, driving the silver blade, treated with lamb’s blood, deep into the Djinn’s back. The creature hissed, its eyes glowing a fierce blue as it tried to twist away. But Dean shoved the blade deeper into its chest, twisting it hard to seal the deal. The Djinn gasped once before crumbling into dust.
Dean didn’t waste a second. He moved to Krissy, gently patting her cheek. “Krissy, hey, wake up,” he urged. She stirred, blinking as she slowly came to, her eyes widening when she recognized him—or rather, the man she thought was Jim Hetfield.
“I saw my mom.”
Dean blinked and sighed. He knew exactly what that felt like.
“You’re safe,” he said, bringing her down from the chains. “Let’s get you both out of here.”
************
The cool night air was a relief after the stifling warehouse. Dean leaned against the pickup truck, arms crossed, watching as Krissy tried to shake off the Djinn’s touch. He could see the frustration in her eyes, the way she was beating herself up for getting caught.
“Krissy,” Dean said, shaking his head. “Don’t do that to yourself. Even the best of us get caught sometimes.”
She looked up at him, doubt clouding her face. “I should’ve been smarter. I should’ve seen it coming.”
Dean shook his head again, pushing off the truck and stepping closer. “Look, I’ve been doing this a long time. I’ve faced all kinds of nasty crap than I care to count. And you know what? I’ve been caught. It happens to all of us.”
He paused, trying to get through to her. “You ever hear of Dean Winchester?”
Krissy rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Everyone knows the Winchesters. He was kind of a jerk.”
“Right, well, I’ve worked with him,” Dean said, mixing a bit of truth with the lie. “Did you know he got caught by a Djinn? Straight-up taken and strung up like a piece of meat. Another time, he got sucker-punched by one in his own home. If his brother hadn’t been there, he’d have been toast. Point is, it’s not about whether you get caught. It’s about what you do after. You get back up, you keep fighting. You learn, you get stronger. You help people. That’s what we do.”
She listened, her expression softening as his words hit home.
“You did good, Krissy. You and Jo held out long enough for me to get here. You had Aiden looking out for you and calling for backup. That’s what counts. Next time, you’ll be ready. And if you ever need help again, you know who to call.”
Krissy managed a small, determined smile. “Right. Helping people. Thanks, Jim.”
Dean grinned, feeling a swell of pride. “Anytime, kid. Now let’s get out of here before something else decides to take a shot at us.”
He helped her into the pickup, where Josephine was starting to wake up. As they drove off into the night, Dean couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope. Krissy was tough.
She’d be alright.
And maybe, so would he.
[NFB]
When he found Aiden at the hotel, the kid was too freaked out to be any help. So Dean told him to sit tight, and he’d handle it.
He found them in an abandoned warehouse. Of course it was an abandoned warehouse. One day, Dean figured, the creepy crawlies of the world would wise up and set up shop on a sunny beach. Hunters would never think to look there.
Dean moved silently through the dimly lit space, his grip on the silver knife tightening as he rounded a corner. Krissy and Jo were unconscious, hanging from chains in the rafters. IVs were hooked into their arms. Dean knew that setup all too well. He’d been there himself.
The Djinn was busy attending to his blood farm, just finishing with Josephine. Its tattooed hand pressed against her temples, locking her deeper into a hallucinogenic state . As the Djinn turned toward Krissy, Dean didn’t hesitate.
He lunged, driving the silver blade, treated with lamb’s blood, deep into the Djinn’s back. The creature hissed, its eyes glowing a fierce blue as it tried to twist away. But Dean shoved the blade deeper into its chest, twisting it hard to seal the deal. The Djinn gasped once before crumbling into dust.
Dean didn’t waste a second. He moved to Krissy, gently patting her cheek. “Krissy, hey, wake up,” he urged. She stirred, blinking as she slowly came to, her eyes widening when she recognized him—or rather, the man she thought was Jim Hetfield.
“I saw my mom.”
Dean blinked and sighed. He knew exactly what that felt like.
“You’re safe,” he said, bringing her down from the chains. “Let’s get you both out of here.”
************
The cool night air was a relief after the stifling warehouse. Dean leaned against the pickup truck, arms crossed, watching as Krissy tried to shake off the Djinn’s touch. He could see the frustration in her eyes, the way she was beating herself up for getting caught.
“Krissy,” Dean said, shaking his head. “Don’t do that to yourself. Even the best of us get caught sometimes.”
She looked up at him, doubt clouding her face. “I should’ve been smarter. I should’ve seen it coming.”
Dean shook his head again, pushing off the truck and stepping closer. “Look, I’ve been doing this a long time. I’ve faced all kinds of nasty crap than I care to count. And you know what? I’ve been caught. It happens to all of us.”
He paused, trying to get through to her. “You ever hear of Dean Winchester?”
Krissy rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Everyone knows the Winchesters. He was kind of a jerk.”
“Right, well, I’ve worked with him,” Dean said, mixing a bit of truth with the lie. “Did you know he got caught by a Djinn? Straight-up taken and strung up like a piece of meat. Another time, he got sucker-punched by one in his own home. If his brother hadn’t been there, he’d have been toast. Point is, it’s not about whether you get caught. It’s about what you do after. You get back up, you keep fighting. You learn, you get stronger. You help people. That’s what we do.”
She listened, her expression softening as his words hit home.
“You did good, Krissy. You and Jo held out long enough for me to get here. You had Aiden looking out for you and calling for backup. That’s what counts. Next time, you’ll be ready. And if you ever need help again, you know who to call.”
Krissy managed a small, determined smile. “Right. Helping people. Thanks, Jim.”
Dean grinned, feeling a swell of pride. “Anytime, kid. Now let’s get out of here before something else decides to take a shot at us.”
He helped her into the pickup, where Josephine was starting to wake up. As they drove off into the night, Dean couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope. Krissy was tough.
She’d be alright.
And maybe, so would he.
[NFB]