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Haven't we played this game before?

Sam was on his motorcycle, racing across the city as he followed the magical tracer that was leading him to where the Triad was holding the reapers. Ruby had taken her sweet time trying to break through their magic, but she had and they knew where their main base of operations was.

Now Sam was on the trail of a magical orb of light, guiding him to the location that Ruby and the other demons had already gone ahead to scout out and prepare for him. The other human hunters, including his son, were all safe in the complex and working to defend it if this was a trap.

The Triad were the worst that Sam faced in this new world, and he didn't take anything they did without considering every faucet of the plot they could have. And with the demons at the location, he had more than enough protection to be able to protect himself.

After all, he might be immoral, but he wasn't a Highlander. Sam was pretty sure a well placed cut or explosion would be the end of him, and he wasn't about to give the Triad a chance to test that.

Ruby, I'm almost there. Five more minutes.

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Dean and Nancy were right. Being corporial was hard. It sapped energy. The little things were easy, having you body recognize the floor or the physical form of a chair. He thought that it wasn't even actually beng corporial, but just sort of faking it, mostly for the peace of mind of their charges.

He'd done it before. The real deal. So he could play the piano or so if he took the form of a cat people could pet him. They took comfort in it and it meant they didn't have to be alone when the end came. Normally a reaper's job started only after the last breath, but sometime he did what he thought of as overtime.

What he was doing now though was harder. This was forcing himself to be just as solid as he had been the day he died. Total and complete. He needed to be an X5 here, not a reaper.

Because in that respect Sam was right. A reaper was a liability. But an X5 was an asset, dispite Sam's apparently massive ego. Because he knew Dean's scent. And that his kitty nose could follow.

He did wait for Ruby and Sam though. They had the fire power. He wasn't stupid enough to run off with out them. "I've got his scent. Whatever they have going on here isn't messing with my senses. Just the reaper stuff." He lead the way as fast as he could while making sure they stayed with him and that he didn't loose the scent. "This place is a friggin maze."

Eventually he pulled up short near an open door. "Way to easy." Yeah, he was nervous. Only a moron wouldn't be. He sniffed purposefully, and then pinched his nose to stifle a sneeze and looked back at them. "Uh, not to have you look down you're nose at me even farther, but I'm a little knew at this whole supernatural thing. Salt I get, and the trap that scream Reaper Danger, but pepper and sulfur? And not demon sulfur either, before you ask. And iron? But that might be me. There's a lot of bare metal holding this place up."

Edited 2009-04-27 01:43 (UTC)

Sam walked into the doorway, then stopped short of the lines. Four lines. "Gopher dust," Sam explained the Alec as he looked into the room, seeing Dean beaten up and a small snarl came to the side of his mouth.

"You really just want to get to the top of my hunting list, don't you?" Sam sneered as he glared at Stolas. He moved his foot to swipe at the lines. He went through the gopher dust and salt easily before he felt resistance and almost like he had kicked a wall.

He couldn't hide the confusion from his face as he looked down at the line, then at Ruby. What the hell?

"Touch-down!" Stolas said with a happy cackle, before turning back to where Dean was sitting in a heap on the floor, grabbing him by the hair pulling his head back. "I knew I could do it, didn't you Dean-o? I told you that sooner or later, your brother was going to cross that tiny little line between smooth sailing and preventable."

As he finished the statement, he slammed Dean's head back into the ground. Dean reeled from the blow his hand coming up to brace his face as he rolled away from the demon, but Stolas wasn't interested in him anymore. He wanted to go rub a few things in little Sammy Winchester's face.

"How does it feel, Sam? To not have all the doors opening for you for a change?" He bounced his way across the floor, stopping in front of Sam and giving him a grin. "See, I knew -- that if I waited long enough and worked hard enough, I could come up with a mixture to keep you out. Only a matter of time, and look at this. Now I have a shiny little AntiChrist proof room. How do you like that?"

Alec watched Stolas through narrowed eyes and then calmly knelt, and carefully patched the salt line and broke the line that seemed to slow Sam. He kept clear of the the burning sensation he could feel from the trap. "Cut that last one for me and I say we kick his ass, take Dean and leave him to rot." That would be why he patched the salt line. He grinned at Stolas. A distinctly predatory and feral expression.

Problem was, with the salt line intact, Ruby couldn't come in with him. And Alec, while he might be Dean's new partner in crime, had not earned Sam's trust enough to let him have his back.

This is why Sam didn't like working with people he didn't know. Because they were on two different mindsets and would only butt heads.

"No, I have a better idea. You get Dean and get out of here. I can handle Stolas." While Stolas had been doing his little monologue, he had reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, The pocket was actually padded and had a wire form to keep it from collapsing easily, and he pulled three tiny water balloons out. He looked at Ruby, then nodded.

It was something his son had developed when he was younger that Sam had made easier for hunters. Michael had joked about water balloons filled with holy water that Ruby would be able to carry and throw over salt lines at other demons. Of course, there was always the fear that it would break on her, which would be bad.

That's when Michael went to work on paint gun bullets with holy water in them for her, and Sam stuck with the water balloons.

The first balloon dropped on the line, the holy liquid dissolving the salt as well as washing away the chalk on the reaper line. All four were broken.

In the same movement, Sam rushed in and threw the other two balloons right at Stolas' face. The impact wuold coat him in enough water to distract and cause pain, enough for Sam to tackle the demon to the ground, then funnel his power as he let his hand glow yellow.

It had to be fast and quick otherwise Stolas would get away again and frankly, Sam was getting tired of him kidnapping family members to get at him.

Two balloons of holy water really just weren't what they used to be, and Stolas -- well, he'd always been one for pain. He was a Fallen however, so two water balloons mostly just tickled, and when Sam tackled him to the ground, he managed to get his legs up and under him pushing into Sam's stomach and physically tossing the man over his head. He may have been impervious to most psychic attacks, but he had a center of gravity just like everyone else.

Dean, on the other hand, was making a very valiant effort to get himself on his feet. It wasn't working too well. Instead, he wound up slumped against the wall, slurring something about Stolas staying away from his brother, and not making very much sense. The room spinning probably wasn't helping. It'd been a long time since he had taken a beating like that, and he really would prefer to be passing out now, thank you very much.

Alec wanted to throttle Sam. Seriously. Way to check the plan.

Alec went for Dean though. Dean was his first priority. Trouble was he knew Sam would be Dean's. At this point he knew how Dean was. Alec pulled Dean to his feet and tucked himself under Dean's shoulded. "Suppose you want me to go back for Sam next, right?"

"Ruby!" Sam shouted as he rolled to his feet, not planning on staying on his pack for more than a second. She was his partner now, not Dean, and not Alec. They worked together and were good at it.

He might not trust Alec to have his back, but he sure as hell trusted Alec to take care of Dean. They were partners and that's what they did.

Sam didn't look back to check on his brother, instead focusing completely on Stolas, a smirk on his face. "Oh, come on, Stolas, you wanted me here, and you got me. Don't tell me because your little line didn't work as well as you hoped, that you've got no backup."

At that point, with a good portion of his forces IN the room, one of his demons redid the salt line, staying outside with three others as a sentry against anyone coming from the other direction.

And all of the sentries had earplugs in, working in tandem to the psychic connection with Sam. They had been up against Stolas enough times to work around his powers now as much as they could.

Dean slumped onto Alec, letting him lead him out. It was unspoken that someone would be going back for Sam. Right now, Dean just wanted to be somewhere else. And he trusted Alec to lead him to somewhere safe, whether he wanted to be or not. "Stupid dick."

Stolas glanced back at Sam and all the demons that were now flooding the room. He could feel Ruby behind him, and just watched Sam in front of him for a moment, before giving him a grin. "I didn't know if it would work period, so technically, this worked better than I expected. And now I know your little balloon trick, so next time -- I'll be prepared."

He paused for a moment, before spreading his arms open wide and just staying where he was. "Really. The only way I have left to go -- is up." And with that, he roared out of the body, heading straight up into the ceiling. As soon as he was gone, the body collapsed to the ground, dead.

Alec wrapped an arm around Dean's waist and took most of his weight. Once they were out of the room Alec waited. He didn't know the way out and wouldn't leave until he knew Sam and the others were safe. He owed them that for coming to get Him and Dean. Mostly Dean, but still. "He is going to be a problem. A huge problem."

"Stolas has been a problem for the last hundred and fifty years. And that's actively." Sam walked out the door, kicking the new salt line so his demons could follow him. "He's not going to stop anytime soon."

He knelt down by the line that he blocked him from entering the room. He fished a napkin out of his pocket, grabbing a huge handful of it to bring back to the lab for analysis. "Not sure I like the fact he's found a new trick like this," he told Ruby as he tied up the napkin.

"Neither do I," Ruby replied, looking back at him before turning back towards Dean. "But we'll worry about it later."

Dean was leaning in to Alec a little more, listening to the conversation around him, but not really hearing it. He just closed his eyes leaning into Alec more. "Sleepy."

"Then sleep. But understand I'm gonna carry you around like a big girl." That room had done something. Trapped Dean in the physical world. And that was draining. Alec could feel the drain in himself and he was doing it voluntarily. He was also uninjured.

He bent his knees and got and shifted his hold so he had and arm under Dean's knees and shoulders. You didn't do a fireman's carry when someone had damaged ribs. He looked up at all the others. "Get us out of here."

"I wasn't planning on you two being stuck corporeal." Sam reached into his pocket, pulling out a phone. "I'll have a car meet us to take you two back."

He took a moment to give Dean a good once over as Alec picked him up. He was worried, but he also knew that Dean... was dead. Not like there was a risk of him dying from injuries.

Dean was out within minutes, and Ruby moved ahead of them, glancing around to make sure there were no demons ahead of them before nodding towards them. "C'mon. This way."

Dean wasn't actually heavy enought o be a problem but dead weight was always more disconcerting that some one who was awake. He was starting to feel the burn from the energy drain but figured he'd be okay for a while longer. He didn't feel much like talking though and followed her silently.

Sam would offer to help, but he had a feeling it would take a stab at Alec's pride. Now that the danger of the situation was past, he was a bit more thoughtful of these kinds of things.

When they got outside, there was a black town car waiting for them next to Sam's motorcycle. Sam walked over, nodding to the driver who opened the back door. The other demons dissipated and disappeared back to their patrol routes they were on.

"You want to ride with them, or take a ride on the cycle?" he asked Ruby.

"I'll ride with," she said with a nod. "Just to be sure."

Not that she didn't love riding on the bike, but with Dean in the condition he was in, they couldn't be too careful. At least not until he was safe out of harm's way.

This? This was all against Alec's nature. This trust in people he didn't know. This allowing demons so close after his adimtedly limited but pretty awful experience with them. But he didn't have a choice and he knew it so he got them bother settled and kept Dean pulled up close to him.

"Alright. I'll ride ahead and let Tessa and Nancy know we have them." He was softer a moment, then leaned in and kissed Ruby on her forehead. "If something happens, reach out to me and I'll turn right back around."

"I know," she nodded, giving his hand a squeeze before turning and sliding into the front seat of the car, getting in and waiting for the driver to follow Sam back towards home.

He closed the door to the back and then went and got on his bike. Moments later they were driving back through the city until they pulled into the underground garage. He had to stop and retract the salt barrier over the garage entrance so that Ruby wouldn't be hurt as the car pulled into the garage.

Finding the intercom, he called the front desk and let them know to find where the reaper Nancy was and to have her meet them in the medical ward. Sam wasn't sure just what could be done for Dean, but if anyone would know, his medical staff would.

Then he went and opened the door, leaning in. "If you want, I can carry him for awhile so you can recoup some of your energy," Sam said to Alec, asking instead of ordering.

He shook his head at Sam's offer. He didn't even mean to be an ass about. "I just. . . Not til I see Nancy or Tessa." Untill someone else he knew could watch over Dean. Alec didn't know these people and if anything happened to Dean it would be on his head. "Besides," he grinned. "I used to be able to bench press a Buick." He got out and scooped Dean up again.

"Alright. Nancy's going to meet us in the med ward. I don't know if they can really do anything for Dean, but at least they can see if they can."

He gave Alec room, watching them carefully.

Alec went where he was directed and laid Dean down on an available bed carefully and then curled up on the foot of the same bed while his eyes roamed the room for exits and Nancy.

Edited 2009-04-28 04:07 (UTC)

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