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phantismaFandom: Leverage/SPN Crossover (To Salt the Flame verse- Part One, Part Two)
Title: to save a soul
Charcater: Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Eliot Spencer, Sam Winchester
Rating: R (for theme and language)
Word Count: 574
Summary: In a world where John Winchester left his only son to pursue a calling to the priesthood, Eliot Spencer is a young retrieval specialist with a penchent for getting into trouble, and Dean...well, Dean lives in a dark underground world of prostitution, and shady deals for priceless artifacts with supernatural properties. John and Dean and Eliot find Sam, but he's not exactly a sweet little boy
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havenward. John Winchester is a priest, Eliot Spencer is a young retrieval specialist who gets mixed up with John. Dean is the wayward bad boy son. Written for my second card for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"He fucking bit me!" Eliot growled as he stormed past John and into the bathroom.
"Eliot—"
"No. I did what you wanted. I got him. I brought him here. I'm done with you and your fucked up family."
"Eliot, come on." Dean tried to reason with him, but Eliot pushed him away.
"No, Michael-Dean, whoever the fuck you are. I did not sign up for kidnapping."
"My mother is going to rip your eyes out."
As one, the three of them turned to the object of their argument. He was slight, thin, with bony knees that looked awkward as he struggled against the ropes tying him to the chair.
"Your mother needs help too." John said, stepping away from Dean and Eliot, holding up both hands. "None of us want to hurt you."
"Bullshit." Sam spit at him. "That fucking caveman dislocated my shoulder."
"You bit me you son of a—"
Dean put a hand on Eliot's chest to stop him and John exhaled. "Let's everyone calm down, okay?"
"I don't know who you think you are, but I know that when my father finds you—"
"I am your father, Sam." John said.
Sam's face contorted in rage. "You are not my father, you lying sack of shit." He rattled the chair as he yanked on the ropes.
"He has a point there." Dean said dryly.
"Dean, that isn't helping." John sighed.
"Because you know all about helping." Dean shook his head. "Let me try."
"My father is going to cut open your gut and feed your intestines to his dog." Sam growled at Dean, spitting at him for good measure as well.
He yanked and one arm of the chair broke. Sam lunged at Dean, his free hand going for his throat. John jumped behind him and yanked backward. The chair cracked and Sam fell to the floor, jumping up immediately and lunging for the door.
Eliot intercepted him, wrapping him up in a sleeper hold and following him to the floor.
"Holy shit." Dean was rubbing at his throat and shaking his head. "I thought I was pissed at you."
"Nice. Did you bring the drugs I asked for?"
"One more thing to add to your penance the next time you go to confession, Father?" Dean asked, his tone icy. "Yeah I got them."
"We're going to have to sedate him. At least for now. Figure out what we're up against."
"What we're up against?" Dean asked incredulously. "He's spent more than 13 years being raised by a fucking demon that you let walk out of our house." He whirled on John. "What the fuck do you think we're up against? This isn't your average deprogramming, Dad."
John sighed, nodding. He had known that much coming in. He moved to the dresser and his bag, running his hands over the zipper before opening it. He knew what he had to do. He had to find a way into his son's head, a way to pull him out, make him see that his life had been a lie.
His hand hesitated over the supplies. Then he nodded slowly. "We'll start with an exorcism. Clear the floor, we need to set the place up." He opened his kit and cleared the dresser off to stage his supplies. Holy water and communion wafers, rosaries, chalk, anointing oil, candles…weapons in the war he was about to wage. The war for his son's soul.
Title: to save a soul
Charcater: Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Eliot Spencer, Sam Winchester
Rating: R (for theme and language)
Word Count: 574
Summary: In a world where John Winchester left his only son to pursue a calling to the priesthood, Eliot Spencer is a young retrieval specialist with a penchent for getting into trouble, and Dean...well, Dean lives in a dark underground world of prostitution, and shady deals for priceless artifacts with supernatural properties. John and Dean and Eliot find Sam, but he's not exactly a sweet little boy
A/Ns & Warnings: This world is all the fault of
havenward. John Winchester is a priest, Eliot Spencer is a young retrieval specialist who gets mixed up with John. Dean is the wayward bad boy son. Written for my second card for angst_bingo."He fucking bit me!" Eliot growled as he stormed past John and into the bathroom.
"Eliot—"
"No. I did what you wanted. I got him. I brought him here. I'm done with you and your fucked up family."
"Eliot, come on." Dean tried to reason with him, but Eliot pushed him away.
"No, Michael-Dean, whoever the fuck you are. I did not sign up for kidnapping."
"My mother is going to rip your eyes out."
As one, the three of them turned to the object of their argument. He was slight, thin, with bony knees that looked awkward as he struggled against the ropes tying him to the chair.
"Your mother needs help too." John said, stepping away from Dean and Eliot, holding up both hands. "None of us want to hurt you."
"Bullshit." Sam spit at him. "That fucking caveman dislocated my shoulder."
"You bit me you son of a—"
Dean put a hand on Eliot's chest to stop him and John exhaled. "Let's everyone calm down, okay?"
"I don't know who you think you are, but I know that when my father finds you—"
"I am your father, Sam." John said.
Sam's face contorted in rage. "You are not my father, you lying sack of shit." He rattled the chair as he yanked on the ropes.
"He has a point there." Dean said dryly.
"Dean, that isn't helping." John sighed.
"Because you know all about helping." Dean shook his head. "Let me try."
"My father is going to cut open your gut and feed your intestines to his dog." Sam growled at Dean, spitting at him for good measure as well.
He yanked and one arm of the chair broke. Sam lunged at Dean, his free hand going for his throat. John jumped behind him and yanked backward. The chair cracked and Sam fell to the floor, jumping up immediately and lunging for the door.
Eliot intercepted him, wrapping him up in a sleeper hold and following him to the floor.
"Holy shit." Dean was rubbing at his throat and shaking his head. "I thought I was pissed at you."
"Nice. Did you bring the drugs I asked for?"
"One more thing to add to your penance the next time you go to confession, Father?" Dean asked, his tone icy. "Yeah I got them."
"We're going to have to sedate him. At least for now. Figure out what we're up against."
"What we're up against?" Dean asked incredulously. "He's spent more than 13 years being raised by a fucking demon that you let walk out of our house." He whirled on John. "What the fuck do you think we're up against? This isn't your average deprogramming, Dad."
John sighed, nodding. He had known that much coming in. He moved to the dresser and his bag, running his hands over the zipper before opening it. He knew what he had to do. He had to find a way into his son's head, a way to pull him out, make him see that his life had been a lie.
His hand hesitated over the supplies. Then he nodded slowly. "We'll start with an exorcism. Clear the floor, we need to set the place up." He opened his kit and cleared the dresser off to stage his supplies. Holy water and communion wafers, rosaries, chalk, anointing oil, candles…weapons in the war he was about to wage. The war for his son's soul.
