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phantismaFandom: Stargate Atlantis/Supernatural Crossover
Title: Don't Think We're in Kansas, Chapter 9 (Previous Chapters found Here)
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter) Dean, Ronon, John, Sam, Rodney, Elizabeth, Dr. Heightmeyer and a special guest
Word Count: 3169 (this chapter)
Rating: PG-13 (sorry...I stopped just before the porn...)
Summary: Sam and Dean are adjusting to life on Atlantis, and Sam at least is genuinely happy. Until an old friend comes to call.
A/Ns & Warnings: This is a bunny "given" to me by denyce. I don't know if she knew what she was getting into. Um. So...warnings. This is a slave fic. This is Dean slave fic...nothing like the OTHER slave!Dean fic. This is new and different. This will involve dubious on, and kinky, kinky sex. Just not in this chapter. Sorry.
“No offense, Doctor. I just don’t see the need—“ Sam sighed and sank into the chair, looking anywhere but at the petite blonde psychiatrist.
“It’s okay Sam. I get that a lot. I just want to check in, see how you’re adjusting to life here on Atlantis.”
Sam shrugged. “Well, it’s different.”
She pressed her lips together and leaned forward. “How are you getting along with Colonel Sheppard and the rest of the team?”
“John’s great.” Sam relaxed and stretched his long legs out. He had to be careful here…even if Sam and Dean’s secret were out and in the open, there were other ones to consider keeping. “He’s really worked hard at making us feel welcome. Ronon too.”
“What about Teyla and Dr. McKay?”
“I haven’t dealt with Dr. McKay much. He seems…well, he’s fine, I guess. Teyla though. I don’t think she likes us much.”
“Why do you say that?”
Sam frowned and shook his head. “She’s made it very clear that she didn’t like the idea of John buying us, for any reason.”
“And how do you feel about that?”
Sam cocked his head to the side. “About her not liking us, or…”
She smiled softly. “About Colonel Sheppard buying you.”
“I was a little freaked out at first, you know? It isn’t something you expect. But neither is touching a mirror and ending up in a different galaxy.”
“Your brother does that too.”
“Does what?”
“Deflects. If he can’t use humor, he shrugs it off.”
Sam nodded. “We grew up different than most folks, we…deal. We cope. We adapt.”
“You adapt to being slaves?”
Sam crossed his arms. “You got to admit, it could be worse. I mean as ‘masters’ go, John’s a pretty good guy. And look at this place.”
“As I understand it you and your brother are physically unable to return home?”
“Unless we want to keel over and die as soon as the gate closes.” Sam said, shaking his head. “I get where you’re going. There isn’t all that much to go home to. Our parents are both dead. We don’t have a home, unless you consider a ’67 Impala home. We don’t have much in the way of friends, and a big long list of really nasty enemies…so, give me the choice, and I’d like say this place beats home, hands down.” He looked up at her. “Even with the alien technology and slave thing and life-sucking monsters.” He grinned. “Well, that last part isn’t all that different from home.”
Almost two months. Dean watched Sam laughing with a group of science geeks at a table in the cafeteria. Really laughing. He was relaxed, comfortable.
There were days Dean still chaffed at the whole idea. Admittedly, they didn’t come often anymore. Not when he got to see Sam smile like that. A smile that gutted Dean. Three hundred mega-watts of Sam. Pure and simple.
Everything else could take a back seat as far as Dean was concerned. He turned his eyes back to John, realizing the Colonel had been talking to him while he stared at his brother.
“I’m just saying…we got proof our bad guys exist…but so far, you haven’t shown us squat.”
Dean knew John was just trying to get a rise out of him, they’d been playing at it for days. “You want proof?” Dean asked. “I can show you proof. Just not here. Take us back to Earth for a few days. I’ll show you all the proof you can handle. Just…make sure you’re sure, because fear and shit makes you a ripe target for demons looking for a meat suit.” He bit into his apple and looked back at Sam.
“I’ve got some leave stacked up.” John said, leaning in toward Dean.
Dean flicked his gaze back to John. “You’re serious.”
John shrugged. “Maybe. Could be fun.”
“Fun. Fun, the man says.” Dean rolled his eyes.
“What’s fun?” Sam asked as he rejoined them.
“Our master here thinks it would be fun to go back to earth and hunt up some demons.”
“Are we back on that?” Sam asked, snagging potato chips off John’s plate.
“He thinks it’s time we offer him proof.”
Sam shook his head. “What, you don’t have monsters enough in your own world?”
“I’m just saying…it could be fun.”
“Yeah, until you’re pinned against the wall having the life choked out of you while the damn thing monologues about how evil it is and how pathetic you are…and the only thing that’s going to save you is on the table across the room.” Sam said, sitting next to Dean. “Or, until it’s found its way inside someone you care about and you know you should kill it…you know, but you can’t because he’ll die too.” Sam’s voice just sort of trailed off, his face turned away, resting on Dean’s shoulder.
“Colonel Sheppard, please report to the gateroom.”
“That’s my cue.”
Dean turned to Sam after John was gone. “Hey. You okay?”
Sam nodded, then raised his head. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s okay.”
“Hey, Doctor Beckett cleared me for full contact. Want to see if we can round up Ronon for a little sparring?”
Dean raised an eyebrow, and Sam rolled his eyes as he felt the arousal that swept through Dean. “Sparring, eh? I’m always up for a little…sparring.”
“You are incorrigible.”
“But I’m adorable.”
He was sweaty, sticky, and more than a little sore, but he threw himself at Ronon, twisting away from his hands and dropping to the floor, bringing the big guy down and nearly getting him pinned before he broke free. Ronon was laughing as Sam got back to his feet and Dean circled in, the two brothers working in tandem against him.
Sam bounced on the balls of his feet, watching for his opening. He almost didn’t notice the first tingle of it. Like a vague memory…a distant flutter in his right temple, a flash of light.
“No.”
Sam grabbed at his head and turned away, stumbling before going to one knee. Dark, faces, voices. Black eyes. Blood. Demon. It ripped through him, like a knife raked through his temple and behind his eyes.
He could feel Dean’s hands, pulling at him. He could almost hear his voice, frantic and tinny in the absence left behind. Sam was panting, his nose bleeding. He looked up at Dean, still holding his head.
“Sam?”
He dragged in air and nodded, shifting so he was sitting on the ground.
“Was that…”
Sam nodded again.
“What? Why? How?”
“Dean. Give me a minute.”
“What was that?” Ronon asked, squatting now beside Sam.
“That was a vision.” Dean said, rubbing Sam’s shoulder lightly.
“Looks painful.”
“Yeah. It really is.” Sam held up his hands and Dean backed off. “I’m all right.” He had caught his breath and was trying to parse through the images. “It’s a mess though. People I don’t know, places I’ve never seen.” He looked at his brother and winced at the fear in his eyes. “I think…maybe…”
Dean nodded. “You guys might get your demon hunt after all.”
Sam stood on the balcony watching people pass by underneath him. He was fairly certain that the man he saw in his vision was wearing an Atlantis uniform. Dean was pacing behind him.
“Why don’t you go…do something.” Sam said in frustration, glancing over his shoulder. He froze. Behind Dean in the walkway. “Dean.” Sam hissed. “That’s him.”
Dean turned. “Who?”
“The one arguing with McKay.”
“You’re sure?”
The man in question turned and looked at them. “Yeah…pretty sure.” Sam said as he started toward them, his eyes turning black.
“Kavanah, get back here I wasn’t—“
“Sammy Winchester…there you are.”
Dean launched himself at the man, but the demon pushed him and McKay away. “Isn’t this uniform just a kick in the ass?”
Sam was pinned against the railing as the demon reached for him. “Kind of a turn on, don’t you think?”
“Meg?” Sam inched away, but the hand closed on his throat.
The man’s face grinned. “Not anymore…she died, remember? You killed her…when you sent me back to hell.” He dragged Sam closer. “Which I intend to thank you for very soon.”
Someone had obviously seen the altercation, there was yelling and John’s voice. “Stand down, Kavanah. Let him go.”
His head cocked to the side, looking back over his shoulder at John. John went flying, but Ronon’s gun filled the space, tagging Kavanah and forcing him to drop Sam. He grinned. “I’ll be seeing you, Sammy.”
With that, he pitched over the railing, landing on his feet and taking off at a run into one of the side corridors.
“Sam!” Dean came flying at him.
“I’m okay.” Sam dusted his hands over his ass as he stood.
Dean leaned over the rail, trying to see where the demon had run. “Fuck.”
“Security, lock down the city. I want full containment. Start sweep in the tower with stunners. Kavanah should be stunned on sight.” John stalked over to them. “You two alright?”
Sam nodded. “That thing will kill anyone or anything. It won’t care.”
“And it won’t stay put. It might already be on the move.” Dean added.
“Move?” Ronon asked as he joined them.
“Different bodies.” Sam explained. “It doesn’t need much of an opening. Fear, anger, arrogance.”
“Great.” Ronon shook his head. “That’s half the science department.”
“So, how do we kill it?” John asked.
“You? Don’t.” Dean responded. “We’re going to need to trap it.”
Sam nodded. “Makes me wish we hadn’t left everything in the car that day.” He looked up at John. “It’s going to want to get back through the gate, get reinforcements. We need to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“I need chalk, paint, something.” Dean snapped his fingers. John looked startled.
“Why?”
“Devil’s trap.” Dean said, as if that answered the three hundred questions Sam saw in John’s eyes. Dean was already walking away, muttering and making lists. “You people have a priest here?”
“A priest?” John was jogging after him.
Sam shook his head and Ronon clapped a hand to his shoulder. “You sure you’re okay?”
“I will be. Just as soon as we find this son of a bitch.”
Ronon grinned. “Now, that’s a plan I can get behind. Come on. Let’s do some hunting.”
“Colonel Sheppard, do you want to explain to me what this is?”
“This, Elizabeth, is a devil’s trap.” John said smugly, crossing his arms and gazing down on Dean who was putting the finishing touches on the mark.
“And why exactly is Dean painting it on the floor of the gateroom?”
“To trap a demon.” John responded.
“Of course. Why didn’t I know that?” Elizabeth’s smile was strained.
John sighed and turned to her. “Sam and Dean think that the…demon…was looking for them and that it will try to return to earth to gather reinforcements.”
“Remind me again why we’re convinced they aren’t crazy?”
“Because I saw Kavanah, of all people, jump off that balcony and run away?”
“We have encountered alien technology and even life forms that could account for that.”
“I know. I know.” John looked at her, then down at Dean. “I’m inclined to believe them though…or at least, give them the benefit of the doubt.”
“Colonel Sheppard, we found Kavanah.”
John touched his earpiece. “Good work Major Lorne. Where are you?”
“En route to the infirmary, sir. He is unconscious and it looks like his legs are broken.”
Dean looked up at him and hitched his thumb toward the infirmary. John nodded at him. “I’m on my way.”
Sam met Dean at the doors to the infirmary, already shaking his head. “It’s jumped.”
“You’re sure?”
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother. “I’m not the one who got thrown into the wall this morning. Check for yourself if you like.”
Dean sighed explosively and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry. What do we do now?”
“Hell if I know.” Sam looked up as John joined them.
“Well, judging from the frustration rolling off of Dean, I expect our bad guy got away?”
They both nodded. “I still think it’s going to try for the gate.” Dean said.
“What I don’t get is how it knew.” Sam shook his head. “I mean…how would it have even known to look?”
“Maybe it was just dumb luck.” Dean offered.
Sam shook his head. “No. It was Meg….the demon that was in Meg. It knew us.”
“Which means that if it gets back, old Yellow Eyes will know where to find you too.” Dean said, his face tight and his jaw clenched.
“This is everything?” Dean asked, staring down at the bed.
“Everything we could find.” Sam answered, looking up from cataloguing the array. “We’ve got five rosaries, a half dozen crosses, a Catholic prayer book, salt. John’s rounding us up some iron.”
The door slid open and Ronon filled the space, looking down at the line of salt, then up at them. “Keeps evil out.” Dean said.
Ronon smirked. “Sure it does.” He stepped over the line. “My gun didn’t even slow it down, but a little salt is going to stop it?”
Dean shrugged. “Never said demons were logical.”
“Sheppard and Weir want to see you.” He gestured with his head and Sam tossed Dean a rosary as they headed for the door. They followed Ronon to Weir’s office.
“You saw what Kavanah did.” John was saying to Rodney.
“Yes, I saw. That doesn’t mean I’m going to start believing in demons.” Rodney said, rolling his eyes when Sam and Dean came into the room. “I am a scientist. There is a logical, reasonable explanation. Religious symbols and lines of salt are superstition at best. Ridiculous at worst.”
“Hey Rodney.” Dean said suddenly. “Catch.” He threw the rosary, smirking as Rodney caught it, then looked at it with a frown.
“Very cute.”
“Just checking.” Dean snatched it back and muttered “Christo,” under his breath just to be sure.
“Would you stop that?” Rodney’s voice leveraged up a notch in pitch.
“Sorry if I’ve offended your scientific sensibilities.” Dean said with a snort. “But there’s a demon in this city with its sights set on my brother, and its killed before.”
“Dean, we just want to be sure—“
“That we aren’t crazy, right?” Sam interrupted Elizabeth. “Believe me, we understand. We aren’t asking you not to do anything you would normally do if this were…an alien…or something.”
“Right.” Dean flopped into one of the chairs. “You do what you do. We’ll do what we do. And we keep that thing from getting off Atlantis.”
“For now, that’s what we intend to do.” Elizabeth said, folding her hands. “Now, we called you up here because we’ve had a chance to talk to Kavanah.”
“If one can call it that.” John interjected, coming to lean against the desk. “He doesn’t remember much. He’d gone back to Earth for his sister’s wedding. He got to the SGC, reported in, and everything after that is black, until he woke up in the infirmary.”
Sam scrunched up his face. “He’s lying.”
Elizabeth sat back like he’d hit her. “Excuse me?”
Dean shook his head. “Demons…they push the consciousness down, subdue it, but they don’t repress memory. In fact, they get off on the idea that the person will remember all the evil, sick things it did with their body…provided it doesn’t plan on killing the body when it doesn’t need it any more.”
“What’s this Kavanah like?” Sam asked.
Rodney snorted. “Arrogant, self-centered, with a modicum of talent.”
“Rodney.” Elizabeth’s tone was chastising.
“What? He is.”
“So you think he’s lying to protect himself from things the…demon…made him do?”
“This demon is a freaking pervert.” Dean’s head cocked. “Not that they all aren’t, but this one? If he’s straight, I guarantee she went after guys. If he’s timid, she made him aggressive. If he’s aggressive, she made him more so…or stripped him naked and offered him up to the biggest, baddest boy she could find.”
Both Sam and Dean looked at Ronon, then at each other.
Elizabeth cleared her throat. “She? You said she.”
“The first time we met this particular nasty she was in a woman named Meg.” Sam offered.
Dean watched Ronon move slowly to the door and even slower slip his gun from its holster. Dean stood, gesturing at Sam to keep talking. There was a woman, circling the devil’s trap, looking for a way around it. “Wait until she’s on this side, your shot should knock her into the trap.” Dean said softly.
Ronon nodded. He held the gun ready and they waited. All pretense at conversation had ended behind them. The woman looked up, her eyes black. Ronon shot, hitting her square in the chest. She stumbled backwards, directly into the trap.
“Fuck!”
Dean was out the door and down the stairs, with Ronon and Sam only slightly behind him. “Got you now bitch.”
“I’m going to enjoy licking your bones clean, Dean.”
“Temper, temper.”
She flew at Dean, only to get knocked back to the floor.
“Katie?” Rodney tried to push past Dean. “Katie, what are you doing?”
“Get back, McKay.” Dean shoved him at Ronon. “Control him. Sam?”
“Yeah, just a second.” He was flipping through the small book. “Got it.” He licked his lips. “DEUS, cui próprium est miseréri semper et párcere: súscipe deprecatiónem nostram; ut hunc fámulum tuum, quem (hanc fámulam tuam, quam) delictórum caténa constríngit, miserátio tuæ pietátis cleménter absólvat.”
Katie screamed and shook.
“Stop it. What are you doing?” Rodney pulled away, but Ronon held him.
“It’s called an exorcism.” Dean said.
“I’m going to fucking kill you.” Katie growled, her eyes filled with black, her voice rumbling.
“Katie?”
“Ne reminiscáris, Dómini, delicta nostra, vel paréntum nostrórum: neque vindíctam sumas de peccátis nostris. Pater noster secreto usque ad”
She screamed, writhing on the floor now as Sam read. “Qui tecum vivit et regnat in unitáte Spíritus Sancti Deus, per ómnia sæcula sæculorum.”
Katie’s head fell back, her mouth opened and the dark, inky mass spewed out of her, filling the air above the trap before sinking into the ground. Ronon let go of Rodney, who went to Katie’s side. Dean turned to Sam. “Nicely done.”
“I’ve had practice.” Sam said with a grin. “I’m just glad someone had this.” He held up the book. “Since we don’t have Dad’s journal and stuff.”
“Where do you suppose it went?” John asked, his head cocked as they stared at the painted symbol on the floor.
“Well, back home, we’d say hell. Here? I don’t know.” Sam said.
“But it’s gone from here. And that’s what matters.” Dean said. “It can’t get home, Yellow Eyes can’t come here. Sammy is safe.”
“For now.” Sam amended. “Sammy is also dead on his feet. I’m going to bed.”
“I think that sounds like an excellent idea.” John agreed.
Dean’s body tingled. Bed maybe, but Dean doubted he’d be getting much in the way of sleep.
Title: Don't Think We're in Kansas, Chapter 9 (Previous Chapters found Here)
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter) Dean, Ronon, John, Sam, Rodney, Elizabeth, Dr. Heightmeyer and a special guest
Word Count: 3169 (this chapter)
Rating: PG-13 (sorry...I stopped just before the porn...)
Summary: Sam and Dean are adjusting to life on Atlantis, and Sam at least is genuinely happy. Until an old friend comes to call.
A/Ns & Warnings: This is a bunny "given" to me by denyce. I don't know if she knew what she was getting into. Um. So...warnings. This is a slave fic. This is Dean slave fic...nothing like the OTHER slave!Dean fic. This is new and different. This will involve dubious on, and kinky, kinky sex. Just not in this chapter. Sorry.
“No offense, Doctor. I just don’t see the need—“ Sam sighed and sank into the chair, looking anywhere but at the petite blonde psychiatrist.
“It’s okay Sam. I get that a lot. I just want to check in, see how you’re adjusting to life here on Atlantis.”
Sam shrugged. “Well, it’s different.”
She pressed her lips together and leaned forward. “How are you getting along with Colonel Sheppard and the rest of the team?”
“John’s great.” Sam relaxed and stretched his long legs out. He had to be careful here…even if Sam and Dean’s secret were out and in the open, there were other ones to consider keeping. “He’s really worked hard at making us feel welcome. Ronon too.”
“What about Teyla and Dr. McKay?”
“I haven’t dealt with Dr. McKay much. He seems…well, he’s fine, I guess. Teyla though. I don’t think she likes us much.”
“Why do you say that?”
Sam frowned and shook his head. “She’s made it very clear that she didn’t like the idea of John buying us, for any reason.”
“And how do you feel about that?”
Sam cocked his head to the side. “About her not liking us, or…”
She smiled softly. “About Colonel Sheppard buying you.”
“I was a little freaked out at first, you know? It isn’t something you expect. But neither is touching a mirror and ending up in a different galaxy.”
“Your brother does that too.”
“Does what?”
“Deflects. If he can’t use humor, he shrugs it off.”
Sam nodded. “We grew up different than most folks, we…deal. We cope. We adapt.”
“You adapt to being slaves?”
Sam crossed his arms. “You got to admit, it could be worse. I mean as ‘masters’ go, John’s a pretty good guy. And look at this place.”
“As I understand it you and your brother are physically unable to return home?”
“Unless we want to keel over and die as soon as the gate closes.” Sam said, shaking his head. “I get where you’re going. There isn’t all that much to go home to. Our parents are both dead. We don’t have a home, unless you consider a ’67 Impala home. We don’t have much in the way of friends, and a big long list of really nasty enemies…so, give me the choice, and I’d like say this place beats home, hands down.” He looked up at her. “Even with the alien technology and slave thing and life-sucking monsters.” He grinned. “Well, that last part isn’t all that different from home.”
Almost two months. Dean watched Sam laughing with a group of science geeks at a table in the cafeteria. Really laughing. He was relaxed, comfortable.
There were days Dean still chaffed at the whole idea. Admittedly, they didn’t come often anymore. Not when he got to see Sam smile like that. A smile that gutted Dean. Three hundred mega-watts of Sam. Pure and simple.
Everything else could take a back seat as far as Dean was concerned. He turned his eyes back to John, realizing the Colonel had been talking to him while he stared at his brother.
“I’m just saying…we got proof our bad guys exist…but so far, you haven’t shown us squat.”
Dean knew John was just trying to get a rise out of him, they’d been playing at it for days. “You want proof?” Dean asked. “I can show you proof. Just not here. Take us back to Earth for a few days. I’ll show you all the proof you can handle. Just…make sure you’re sure, because fear and shit makes you a ripe target for demons looking for a meat suit.” He bit into his apple and looked back at Sam.
“I’ve got some leave stacked up.” John said, leaning in toward Dean.
Dean flicked his gaze back to John. “You’re serious.”
John shrugged. “Maybe. Could be fun.”
“Fun. Fun, the man says.” Dean rolled his eyes.
“What’s fun?” Sam asked as he rejoined them.
“Our master here thinks it would be fun to go back to earth and hunt up some demons.”
“Are we back on that?” Sam asked, snagging potato chips off John’s plate.
“He thinks it’s time we offer him proof.”
Sam shook his head. “What, you don’t have monsters enough in your own world?”
“I’m just saying…it could be fun.”
“Yeah, until you’re pinned against the wall having the life choked out of you while the damn thing monologues about how evil it is and how pathetic you are…and the only thing that’s going to save you is on the table across the room.” Sam said, sitting next to Dean. “Or, until it’s found its way inside someone you care about and you know you should kill it…you know, but you can’t because he’ll die too.” Sam’s voice just sort of trailed off, his face turned away, resting on Dean’s shoulder.
“Colonel Sheppard, please report to the gateroom.”
“That’s my cue.”
Dean turned to Sam after John was gone. “Hey. You okay?”
Sam nodded, then raised his head. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s okay.”
“Hey, Doctor Beckett cleared me for full contact. Want to see if we can round up Ronon for a little sparring?”
Dean raised an eyebrow, and Sam rolled his eyes as he felt the arousal that swept through Dean. “Sparring, eh? I’m always up for a little…sparring.”
“You are incorrigible.”
“But I’m adorable.”
He was sweaty, sticky, and more than a little sore, but he threw himself at Ronon, twisting away from his hands and dropping to the floor, bringing the big guy down and nearly getting him pinned before he broke free. Ronon was laughing as Sam got back to his feet and Dean circled in, the two brothers working in tandem against him.
Sam bounced on the balls of his feet, watching for his opening. He almost didn’t notice the first tingle of it. Like a vague memory…a distant flutter in his right temple, a flash of light.
“No.”
Sam grabbed at his head and turned away, stumbling before going to one knee. Dark, faces, voices. Black eyes. Blood. Demon. It ripped through him, like a knife raked through his temple and behind his eyes.
He could feel Dean’s hands, pulling at him. He could almost hear his voice, frantic and tinny in the absence left behind. Sam was panting, his nose bleeding. He looked up at Dean, still holding his head.
“Sam?”
He dragged in air and nodded, shifting so he was sitting on the ground.
“Was that…”
Sam nodded again.
“What? Why? How?”
“Dean. Give me a minute.”
“What was that?” Ronon asked, squatting now beside Sam.
“That was a vision.” Dean said, rubbing Sam’s shoulder lightly.
“Looks painful.”
“Yeah. It really is.” Sam held up his hands and Dean backed off. “I’m all right.” He had caught his breath and was trying to parse through the images. “It’s a mess though. People I don’t know, places I’ve never seen.” He looked at his brother and winced at the fear in his eyes. “I think…maybe…”
Dean nodded. “You guys might get your demon hunt after all.”
Sam stood on the balcony watching people pass by underneath him. He was fairly certain that the man he saw in his vision was wearing an Atlantis uniform. Dean was pacing behind him.
“Why don’t you go…do something.” Sam said in frustration, glancing over his shoulder. He froze. Behind Dean in the walkway. “Dean.” Sam hissed. “That’s him.”
Dean turned. “Who?”
“The one arguing with McKay.”
“You’re sure?”
The man in question turned and looked at them. “Yeah…pretty sure.” Sam said as he started toward them, his eyes turning black.
“Kavanah, get back here I wasn’t—“
“Sammy Winchester…there you are.”
Dean launched himself at the man, but the demon pushed him and McKay away. “Isn’t this uniform just a kick in the ass?”
Sam was pinned against the railing as the demon reached for him. “Kind of a turn on, don’t you think?”
“Meg?” Sam inched away, but the hand closed on his throat.
The man’s face grinned. “Not anymore…she died, remember? You killed her…when you sent me back to hell.” He dragged Sam closer. “Which I intend to thank you for very soon.”
Someone had obviously seen the altercation, there was yelling and John’s voice. “Stand down, Kavanah. Let him go.”
His head cocked to the side, looking back over his shoulder at John. John went flying, but Ronon’s gun filled the space, tagging Kavanah and forcing him to drop Sam. He grinned. “I’ll be seeing you, Sammy.”
With that, he pitched over the railing, landing on his feet and taking off at a run into one of the side corridors.
“Sam!” Dean came flying at him.
“I’m okay.” Sam dusted his hands over his ass as he stood.
Dean leaned over the rail, trying to see where the demon had run. “Fuck.”
“Security, lock down the city. I want full containment. Start sweep in the tower with stunners. Kavanah should be stunned on sight.” John stalked over to them. “You two alright?”
Sam nodded. “That thing will kill anyone or anything. It won’t care.”
“And it won’t stay put. It might already be on the move.” Dean added.
“Move?” Ronon asked as he joined them.
“Different bodies.” Sam explained. “It doesn’t need much of an opening. Fear, anger, arrogance.”
“Great.” Ronon shook his head. “That’s half the science department.”
“So, how do we kill it?” John asked.
“You? Don’t.” Dean responded. “We’re going to need to trap it.”
Sam nodded. “Makes me wish we hadn’t left everything in the car that day.” He looked up at John. “It’s going to want to get back through the gate, get reinforcements. We need to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“I need chalk, paint, something.” Dean snapped his fingers. John looked startled.
“Why?”
“Devil’s trap.” Dean said, as if that answered the three hundred questions Sam saw in John’s eyes. Dean was already walking away, muttering and making lists. “You people have a priest here?”
“A priest?” John was jogging after him.
Sam shook his head and Ronon clapped a hand to his shoulder. “You sure you’re okay?”
“I will be. Just as soon as we find this son of a bitch.”
Ronon grinned. “Now, that’s a plan I can get behind. Come on. Let’s do some hunting.”
“Colonel Sheppard, do you want to explain to me what this is?”
“This, Elizabeth, is a devil’s trap.” John said smugly, crossing his arms and gazing down on Dean who was putting the finishing touches on the mark.
“And why exactly is Dean painting it on the floor of the gateroom?”
“To trap a demon.” John responded.
“Of course. Why didn’t I know that?” Elizabeth’s smile was strained.
John sighed and turned to her. “Sam and Dean think that the…demon…was looking for them and that it will try to return to earth to gather reinforcements.”
“Remind me again why we’re convinced they aren’t crazy?”
“Because I saw Kavanah, of all people, jump off that balcony and run away?”
“We have encountered alien technology and even life forms that could account for that.”
“I know. I know.” John looked at her, then down at Dean. “I’m inclined to believe them though…or at least, give them the benefit of the doubt.”
“Colonel Sheppard, we found Kavanah.”
John touched his earpiece. “Good work Major Lorne. Where are you?”
“En route to the infirmary, sir. He is unconscious and it looks like his legs are broken.”
Dean looked up at him and hitched his thumb toward the infirmary. John nodded at him. “I’m on my way.”
Sam met Dean at the doors to the infirmary, already shaking his head. “It’s jumped.”
“You’re sure?”
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother. “I’m not the one who got thrown into the wall this morning. Check for yourself if you like.”
Dean sighed explosively and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry. What do we do now?”
“Hell if I know.” Sam looked up as John joined them.
“Well, judging from the frustration rolling off of Dean, I expect our bad guy got away?”
They both nodded. “I still think it’s going to try for the gate.” Dean said.
“What I don’t get is how it knew.” Sam shook his head. “I mean…how would it have even known to look?”
“Maybe it was just dumb luck.” Dean offered.
Sam shook his head. “No. It was Meg….the demon that was in Meg. It knew us.”
“Which means that if it gets back, old Yellow Eyes will know where to find you too.” Dean said, his face tight and his jaw clenched.
“This is everything?” Dean asked, staring down at the bed.
“Everything we could find.” Sam answered, looking up from cataloguing the array. “We’ve got five rosaries, a half dozen crosses, a Catholic prayer book, salt. John’s rounding us up some iron.”
The door slid open and Ronon filled the space, looking down at the line of salt, then up at them. “Keeps evil out.” Dean said.
Ronon smirked. “Sure it does.” He stepped over the line. “My gun didn’t even slow it down, but a little salt is going to stop it?”
Dean shrugged. “Never said demons were logical.”
“Sheppard and Weir want to see you.” He gestured with his head and Sam tossed Dean a rosary as they headed for the door. They followed Ronon to Weir’s office.
“You saw what Kavanah did.” John was saying to Rodney.
“Yes, I saw. That doesn’t mean I’m going to start believing in demons.” Rodney said, rolling his eyes when Sam and Dean came into the room. “I am a scientist. There is a logical, reasonable explanation. Religious symbols and lines of salt are superstition at best. Ridiculous at worst.”
“Hey Rodney.” Dean said suddenly. “Catch.” He threw the rosary, smirking as Rodney caught it, then looked at it with a frown.
“Very cute.”
“Just checking.” Dean snatched it back and muttered “Christo,” under his breath just to be sure.
“Would you stop that?” Rodney’s voice leveraged up a notch in pitch.
“Sorry if I’ve offended your scientific sensibilities.” Dean said with a snort. “But there’s a demon in this city with its sights set on my brother, and its killed before.”
“Dean, we just want to be sure—“
“That we aren’t crazy, right?” Sam interrupted Elizabeth. “Believe me, we understand. We aren’t asking you not to do anything you would normally do if this were…an alien…or something.”
“Right.” Dean flopped into one of the chairs. “You do what you do. We’ll do what we do. And we keep that thing from getting off Atlantis.”
“For now, that’s what we intend to do.” Elizabeth said, folding her hands. “Now, we called you up here because we’ve had a chance to talk to Kavanah.”
“If one can call it that.” John interjected, coming to lean against the desk. “He doesn’t remember much. He’d gone back to Earth for his sister’s wedding. He got to the SGC, reported in, and everything after that is black, until he woke up in the infirmary.”
Sam scrunched up his face. “He’s lying.”
Elizabeth sat back like he’d hit her. “Excuse me?”
Dean shook his head. “Demons…they push the consciousness down, subdue it, but they don’t repress memory. In fact, they get off on the idea that the person will remember all the evil, sick things it did with their body…provided it doesn’t plan on killing the body when it doesn’t need it any more.”
“What’s this Kavanah like?” Sam asked.
Rodney snorted. “Arrogant, self-centered, with a modicum of talent.”
“Rodney.” Elizabeth’s tone was chastising.
“What? He is.”
“So you think he’s lying to protect himself from things the…demon…made him do?”
“This demon is a freaking pervert.” Dean’s head cocked. “Not that they all aren’t, but this one? If he’s straight, I guarantee she went after guys. If he’s timid, she made him aggressive. If he’s aggressive, she made him more so…or stripped him naked and offered him up to the biggest, baddest boy she could find.”
Both Sam and Dean looked at Ronon, then at each other.
Elizabeth cleared her throat. “She? You said she.”
“The first time we met this particular nasty she was in a woman named Meg.” Sam offered.
Dean watched Ronon move slowly to the door and even slower slip his gun from its holster. Dean stood, gesturing at Sam to keep talking. There was a woman, circling the devil’s trap, looking for a way around it. “Wait until she’s on this side, your shot should knock her into the trap.” Dean said softly.
Ronon nodded. He held the gun ready and they waited. All pretense at conversation had ended behind them. The woman looked up, her eyes black. Ronon shot, hitting her square in the chest. She stumbled backwards, directly into the trap.
“Fuck!”
Dean was out the door and down the stairs, with Ronon and Sam only slightly behind him. “Got you now bitch.”
“I’m going to enjoy licking your bones clean, Dean.”
“Temper, temper.”
She flew at Dean, only to get knocked back to the floor.
“Katie?” Rodney tried to push past Dean. “Katie, what are you doing?”
“Get back, McKay.” Dean shoved him at Ronon. “Control him. Sam?”
“Yeah, just a second.” He was flipping through the small book. “Got it.” He licked his lips. “DEUS, cui próprium est miseréri semper et párcere: súscipe deprecatiónem nostram; ut hunc fámulum tuum, quem (hanc fámulam tuam, quam) delictórum caténa constríngit, miserátio tuæ pietátis cleménter absólvat.”
Katie screamed and shook.
“Stop it. What are you doing?” Rodney pulled away, but Ronon held him.
“It’s called an exorcism.” Dean said.
“I’m going to fucking kill you.” Katie growled, her eyes filled with black, her voice rumbling.
“Katie?”
“Ne reminiscáris, Dómini, delicta nostra, vel paréntum nostrórum: neque vindíctam sumas de peccátis nostris. Pater noster secreto usque ad”
She screamed, writhing on the floor now as Sam read. “Qui tecum vivit et regnat in unitáte Spíritus Sancti Deus, per ómnia sæcula sæculorum.”
Katie’s head fell back, her mouth opened and the dark, inky mass spewed out of her, filling the air above the trap before sinking into the ground. Ronon let go of Rodney, who went to Katie’s side. Dean turned to Sam. “Nicely done.”
“I’ve had practice.” Sam said with a grin. “I’m just glad someone had this.” He held up the book. “Since we don’t have Dad’s journal and stuff.”
“Where do you suppose it went?” John asked, his head cocked as they stared at the painted symbol on the floor.
“Well, back home, we’d say hell. Here? I don’t know.” Sam said.
“But it’s gone from here. And that’s what matters.” Dean said. “It can’t get home, Yellow Eyes can’t come here. Sammy is safe.”
“For now.” Sam amended. “Sammy is also dead on his feet. I’m going to bed.”
“I think that sounds like an excellent idea.” John agreed.
Dean’s body tingled. Bed maybe, but Dean doubted he’d be getting much in the way of sleep.
