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Title: Hunter Becoming Hunted, Part 4 of ? (Part One, Part Two, Part Three)
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean, Dana, John
Word Count: 2236
Rating: PG-13,for violence to a minor, recollections of childhood abuse
Summary: Dana is determined to save Sam, and find out once and for all who is trying to kill her.
A/Ns & Warnings: Part of the Keeper!Verse, recollections of childhood rape and abuse, demon possession.
Dana pulled against her Papa, but he was stronger and just managed to keep her behind the line of salt. “You let him go. Put him down.” She drew herself up to her full height, which next to Sam was nothing, but she lifted her chin and forced herself to be calm. “Put him down or I’ll put you down.”
The demon Andras laughed with Sam’s laughter and Dana swallowed. She had to reach Sam. He was in there somewhere, just like that man…the hunter. She could save him, she just had to find him first.
“You have an over-inflated sense of your own powers, little lady. I like that.”
There.
“I know my own strength.” Dana said, proud of the confidence she projected in her voice. “Do you?”
“Dana, don’t provoke him.” John said softly, his hand still on the scruff of her neck.
“Trust me Papa.” Dana pulled the blanket closer around her and moved so her toes were on the line of salt. Sam.
It should have been easier…would have been if she hadn’t pushed him to break the connection. “Come along, little one. Together you and I are destined for great things.”
Dana shook her head. Sam slipped away, behind the inky dark that filled him. “I have to get closer,” she said in a whisper.
“No.” John tightened his grip.
Dana grabbed his free hand. It was a no-no, a serious one, but this was a bad situation. She pushed her thoughts into her Papa’s head. I need to touch him, to get to Sam. I’m going to put him down, and we need to get him in here. Exorcism.
John reeled a little with the invasion, but she didn’t give him time to think about it, she stepped forward, one hand emerging from the blanket, a gun in her hand. “Maybe I should rephrase…Put my father down, bastard.” Her first shot bit through his thigh, dropping him to his knee and her second hit the arm holding her father. His grip faltered and Dean slid to the snowy ground.
“Now, Papa.” John crossed to them and grabbed Sam, dragging him into the room and tossing him onto one of the beds. Dana started drawing a line of salt around the bed while he went out for Dean.
Andras was cursing loudly as Dana doubled the line of salt with holy water, pausing every few seconds to splash some on him. She looked up as John laid Dean down on the other bed. “Is he okay?”
John shook his head. “I don’t know. You worry about securing him, I’ll take care of Dean.”
Dana nodded. She couldn’t feel Sam, even with him right there. She didn’t like this one bit, and as soon as this was over, she was going to demand he come back inside her head, where he belonged.
“Very clever little girl, aren’t you?” Andras said as she completed the second circle.
“Because I know how to use a gun? Or because I knew where to shoot?” She looked up to check on her father and Papa. Dean was starting to come around. “Papa, I need my bag from the car.”
John looked up and nodded. “Is he secure?”
“We’re going to want to tie him up, I think, but we’re good for now. I need clothes.”
Dana backed off to the dresser, leaning against it where she could watch both men.
“You shot your uncle, I’m impressed.”
“I shot a demon. Isn’t all that special.” She forced her eyes to meet his. “You’re not all that special.”
He laughed and she looked away. Sam
She knew he was in there…John stamped snow off his feet as he closed the door behind him and tossed her bag on the floor. Dana grabbed the bag and took it to the bathroom, pulling a clean pair of pants and a sweatshirt from it and dressing quickly.
John was thumbing through his journal and pulling together supplies they would need to exorcise this Andras. Dana climbed up on the bed by her father. His eyes were open and he offered a tentative smile. “Its okay, Daddy. I’m gonna get Sam back for you.” The bruising around his throat was already dark. “Don’t try to talk. It’s going to be okay.”
She took a deep breath and kissed his forehead. “Papa?”
“Almost, Dana.”
“Do you have handcuffs or rope?”
He nodded and held up a pair of cuffs. “I need you to cuff him to the bed. I need to be able to touch him.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea—“
She looked at him, green eyes flashing fire. “I know what I’m doing.” She felt energy surging through her, strong…maybe stronger than she could control. ”I can reach him.”
John nodded and stepped over the salt line to yank Sam’s arms up over his head. “You going to let a child do your dirty work, John?” Sam’s voice twisted around the name and John twisted the injured arm, drawing a gasp.
He secured Sam’s wrists and stepped back, looking to Dana. “Now what?”
“Watch my back, be ready to start the exorcism when I tell you.” Dana said. She grabbed a bottle of holy water and a blade and jumped up on the bed, straddling Sam’s stomach. “Okay, Andras…you wanted me? Here I am.” She could see her father struggling to sit up and spared him a glance, pushing him and holding him while her thought pounded into his head. Can’t do this and try to protect you too.
He fought against her for a second, then collapsed and she turned her attention to the demon. “You seem to know a few things. Tell me who has this price on my head and why.” Dana ripped open Sam’s shirt, exposing his chest and settling her hands against the skin. She could feel the demon…and Sam…
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, little one. I’m no fool like these others you’ve encountered, ask your precious Sam.” Sam’s face went slack and still, then he blinked.
“Dana?”
Dana almost cried in relief. “Sam…it’s okay.”
“No, Dana…it’s not. John…exorcise him…kill me if you have to….its bad….Dana, listen…I can’t fight him…I let him…years ago, before I knew your father, I let him into me…gave him permission. He can’t enter someone without permission.”
His body seized and nearly threw Dana to the floor, but she held on, following Sam down inside himself as Andras re-emerged. “See, little one? It is futile to resist. Open yourself to me and I will let Sam go.”
Dana didn’t respond, she was too busy burrowing into Sam. She didn’t know how she knew…but she did. If she could just get inside…get under, she’d see what Sam saw…she’d know this demon the way you only could when it lived in your skin.
John watched as Dana’s eyes grew hazy, glazing over. Her breathing mirrored Sam’s.
“Dad.” Dean was hoarse as he pulled himself up to sitting. “Get her out.”
John crossed to the line of salt, but found he couldn’t penetrate the barrier. “She’s got us blocked out.”
“How?” Dean rubbed at his throat and breathed through a wave of nausea.
“She’s been…I don’t know Dean. She…put her thoughts in my head. She’s never done that before.”
Dean nodded. “Me too. Did she tell you…anything?”
John shifted uneasily. “I think she’s trying to get information out of him.”
“Sam…or the demon?” Dean was obviously worried, his face pale. “She’s a kid…what does she think, she’s doing?”
“Saving him.” John said wearily.
It would be easier to save Sam if he wasn’t fighting her. Dana wasn’t prepared to fight both of them. Sam…let me…
He had her almost boxed in by barriers. She recognized them as a defensive reflex, but it didn’t help. Sam, help me.
She felt him respond, felt him around her. Show me
Images filtered past her, vague, dancing memories, then one sharpened. She was in some sort of temple, her heart pounding, her body sore. It took her a moment to realize she was Sam. “Let me in and we will deal with them together, Sam. Your enemies will be my enemies and my enemies yours. We will wreak damnation on them together.”
It shifted then, and she/Sam were in some mansion, a knife in their hand. Blood dripped from the walls. She tried to pull away from the image, but there was no where to go. They screamed and the dark, black of the demon poured out of them, leaving them weak and bloody and standing amid a half dozen dead bodies, including a child who was maybe 7. She felt her stomach churning…felt Sam retching. She knew their bodies were convulsing.
Sam…stay with me. She needed to get them turned to Andras. Together they could find out…They were back in the temple room. Sam was…older, though she wasn’t sure how she knew that. There were Harriers…three of them…and another…a person…possessed.
“You have become a formidable opponent, Samuel,” the person with yellow eyes said. “We were right to withhold your gifts from you. Now that you have come into your birthright, though, it would be a shame to let you go.”
“I’m done with you, and your brethren, Asmodai. Kill me if you want, but I will not serve you.”
“I see why Andras liked you so much. That passion is wonderful.” He came closer, smiling. “I have no interest in you. I only want the child.”
“She is of no use to you. I saw to that.” She felt the fear stirring in him. “She will never be host to one of you.”
“I didn’t say I wanted her as a host.”
Dana struggled to control her body, picking up the knife and holy water. “Now Papa.” She didn’t know if the words came out of her mouth, and trying to see her hands was disorienting as she looked up from Sam’s eyes and down from her own. Holy water over the blade, onto Sam’s chest, then she was cutting into his skin and slicing her own palm, pressing them together and falling forward, falling into Sam.
For a time, they were like one, the demon, Sam and Dana, rolling together as the sound of Latin filled the room, then together, Sam and Dana were pushing at Andras, the connection between them snapping audibly into place, thoughts and emotions blurring into one. She could feel the demon being pulled out of him and getting trapped in the circle she’d created.
“Never again.” She said, blasting at the black smoke with every ounce of power at her disposal.
Blinding light filled the room as a blast rumbled the bed and shook the walls. The demon disintegrated, much like another had when Dana was still an infant, black dust falling like a blanket over the still forms of Sam and Dana. Dean sat up shakily and looked at his father. “Is it over?”
John took a step toward the bed, but the barrier held. “Apparently not.”
“That was the demon though, right?”
John nodded. “I think so.”
The blast sent them reeling, careening into the walls Sam had constructed to keep her out, crashing through them with a force that left her feeling bruised. No. She felt Sam pushing, but there was no where to go…she was fused to him as the memory spilled around them…that same temple room…Father…a man she knew was his father…the one who raised him.
Sam was terrified, already bleeding…she could feel blood on her face. The man was chanting, opening himself and demons poured into him. She/Sam tried to back away, but they were held in place. “I will show you your place, boy.” He was coming closer and Dana felt Sam being pressed to his knees. He fought back and nails dug into his back. “You’re nothing but a means to an end…a body to be used for our purposes.”
She felt Sam trying to push them out of the memory as the man pushed his thumb into Sam’s mouth. “And if I chose to make you my whore while we wait for that purpose to roll around, that is my privilege.”
Sam succeeded in knocking them free of the memory as the man’s zipper came down and they crashed through time and space, landing in a dark closet. She could sense the demons around her…feel the biting on her legs…It was familiar, like the thing that had chased her off the school grounds. Sam’s legs kicked out and they moved around him, climbing onto his back, swarming over him until he was screaming.
She pushed them this time, rolling them out of the dark and into what looked like a school. Sam felt like he was maybe 14, part of a gang of other kids pushing around a younger boy. Douglas Dupri
Dana felt her horror rising as she watched Sam’s hands lash out and spin the boy around before pushing him toward one of the others. She wanted out now…didn’t want to see this…the past Sam had always hidden from her, but she couldn’t separate herself from him and the spun away again, bouncing from one memory to another, crashing through barriers and walls that Sam had built to protect himself…as well as her. All she could do was cling to Sam, and trust that if he had lived through it, she could survive the memories.
Title: Hunter Becoming Hunted, Part 4 of ? (Part One, Part Two, Part Three)
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean, Dana, John
Word Count: 2236
Rating: PG-13,for violence to a minor, recollections of childhood abuse
Summary: Dana is determined to save Sam, and find out once and for all who is trying to kill her.
A/Ns & Warnings: Part of the Keeper!Verse, recollections of childhood rape and abuse, demon possession.
Dana pulled against her Papa, but he was stronger and just managed to keep her behind the line of salt. “You let him go. Put him down.” She drew herself up to her full height, which next to Sam was nothing, but she lifted her chin and forced herself to be calm. “Put him down or I’ll put you down.”
The demon Andras laughed with Sam’s laughter and Dana swallowed. She had to reach Sam. He was in there somewhere, just like that man…the hunter. She could save him, she just had to find him first.
“You have an over-inflated sense of your own powers, little lady. I like that.”
There.
“I know my own strength.” Dana said, proud of the confidence she projected in her voice. “Do you?”
“Dana, don’t provoke him.” John said softly, his hand still on the scruff of her neck.
“Trust me Papa.” Dana pulled the blanket closer around her and moved so her toes were on the line of salt. Sam.
It should have been easier…would have been if she hadn’t pushed him to break the connection. “Come along, little one. Together you and I are destined for great things.”
Dana shook her head. Sam slipped away, behind the inky dark that filled him. “I have to get closer,” she said in a whisper.
“No.” John tightened his grip.
Dana grabbed his free hand. It was a no-no, a serious one, but this was a bad situation. She pushed her thoughts into her Papa’s head. I need to touch him, to get to Sam. I’m going to put him down, and we need to get him in here. Exorcism.
John reeled a little with the invasion, but she didn’t give him time to think about it, she stepped forward, one hand emerging from the blanket, a gun in her hand. “Maybe I should rephrase…Put my father down, bastard.” Her first shot bit through his thigh, dropping him to his knee and her second hit the arm holding her father. His grip faltered and Dean slid to the snowy ground.
“Now, Papa.” John crossed to them and grabbed Sam, dragging him into the room and tossing him onto one of the beds. Dana started drawing a line of salt around the bed while he went out for Dean.
Andras was cursing loudly as Dana doubled the line of salt with holy water, pausing every few seconds to splash some on him. She looked up as John laid Dean down on the other bed. “Is he okay?”
John shook his head. “I don’t know. You worry about securing him, I’ll take care of Dean.”
Dana nodded. She couldn’t feel Sam, even with him right there. She didn’t like this one bit, and as soon as this was over, she was going to demand he come back inside her head, where he belonged.
“Very clever little girl, aren’t you?” Andras said as she completed the second circle.
“Because I know how to use a gun? Or because I knew where to shoot?” She looked up to check on her father and Papa. Dean was starting to come around. “Papa, I need my bag from the car.”
John looked up and nodded. “Is he secure?”
“We’re going to want to tie him up, I think, but we’re good for now. I need clothes.”
Dana backed off to the dresser, leaning against it where she could watch both men.
“You shot your uncle, I’m impressed.”
“I shot a demon. Isn’t all that special.” She forced her eyes to meet his. “You’re not all that special.”
He laughed and she looked away. Sam
She knew he was in there…John stamped snow off his feet as he closed the door behind him and tossed her bag on the floor. Dana grabbed the bag and took it to the bathroom, pulling a clean pair of pants and a sweatshirt from it and dressing quickly.
John was thumbing through his journal and pulling together supplies they would need to exorcise this Andras. Dana climbed up on the bed by her father. His eyes were open and he offered a tentative smile. “Its okay, Daddy. I’m gonna get Sam back for you.” The bruising around his throat was already dark. “Don’t try to talk. It’s going to be okay.”
She took a deep breath and kissed his forehead. “Papa?”
“Almost, Dana.”
“Do you have handcuffs or rope?”
He nodded and held up a pair of cuffs. “I need you to cuff him to the bed. I need to be able to touch him.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea—“
She looked at him, green eyes flashing fire. “I know what I’m doing.” She felt energy surging through her, strong…maybe stronger than she could control. ”I can reach him.”
John nodded and stepped over the salt line to yank Sam’s arms up over his head. “You going to let a child do your dirty work, John?” Sam’s voice twisted around the name and John twisted the injured arm, drawing a gasp.
He secured Sam’s wrists and stepped back, looking to Dana. “Now what?”
“Watch my back, be ready to start the exorcism when I tell you.” Dana said. She grabbed a bottle of holy water and a blade and jumped up on the bed, straddling Sam’s stomach. “Okay, Andras…you wanted me? Here I am.” She could see her father struggling to sit up and spared him a glance, pushing him and holding him while her thought pounded into his head. Can’t do this and try to protect you too.
He fought against her for a second, then collapsed and she turned her attention to the demon. “You seem to know a few things. Tell me who has this price on my head and why.” Dana ripped open Sam’s shirt, exposing his chest and settling her hands against the skin. She could feel the demon…and Sam…
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, little one. I’m no fool like these others you’ve encountered, ask your precious Sam.” Sam’s face went slack and still, then he blinked.
“Dana?”
Dana almost cried in relief. “Sam…it’s okay.”
“No, Dana…it’s not. John…exorcise him…kill me if you have to….its bad….Dana, listen…I can’t fight him…I let him…years ago, before I knew your father, I let him into me…gave him permission. He can’t enter someone without permission.”
His body seized and nearly threw Dana to the floor, but she held on, following Sam down inside himself as Andras re-emerged. “See, little one? It is futile to resist. Open yourself to me and I will let Sam go.”
Dana didn’t respond, she was too busy burrowing into Sam. She didn’t know how she knew…but she did. If she could just get inside…get under, she’d see what Sam saw…she’d know this demon the way you only could when it lived in your skin.
John watched as Dana’s eyes grew hazy, glazing over. Her breathing mirrored Sam’s.
“Dad.” Dean was hoarse as he pulled himself up to sitting. “Get her out.”
John crossed to the line of salt, but found he couldn’t penetrate the barrier. “She’s got us blocked out.”
“How?” Dean rubbed at his throat and breathed through a wave of nausea.
“She’s been…I don’t know Dean. She…put her thoughts in my head. She’s never done that before.”
Dean nodded. “Me too. Did she tell you…anything?”
John shifted uneasily. “I think she’s trying to get information out of him.”
“Sam…or the demon?” Dean was obviously worried, his face pale. “She’s a kid…what does she think, she’s doing?”
“Saving him.” John said wearily.
It would be easier to save Sam if he wasn’t fighting her. Dana wasn’t prepared to fight both of them. Sam…let me…
He had her almost boxed in by barriers. She recognized them as a defensive reflex, but it didn’t help. Sam, help me.
She felt him respond, felt him around her. Show me
Images filtered past her, vague, dancing memories, then one sharpened. She was in some sort of temple, her heart pounding, her body sore. It took her a moment to realize she was Sam. “Let me in and we will deal with them together, Sam. Your enemies will be my enemies and my enemies yours. We will wreak damnation on them together.”
It shifted then, and she/Sam were in some mansion, a knife in their hand. Blood dripped from the walls. She tried to pull away from the image, but there was no where to go. They screamed and the dark, black of the demon poured out of them, leaving them weak and bloody and standing amid a half dozen dead bodies, including a child who was maybe 7. She felt her stomach churning…felt Sam retching. She knew their bodies were convulsing.
Sam…stay with me. She needed to get them turned to Andras. Together they could find out…They were back in the temple room. Sam was…older, though she wasn’t sure how she knew that. There were Harriers…three of them…and another…a person…possessed.
“You have become a formidable opponent, Samuel,” the person with yellow eyes said. “We were right to withhold your gifts from you. Now that you have come into your birthright, though, it would be a shame to let you go.”
“I’m done with you, and your brethren, Asmodai. Kill me if you want, but I will not serve you.”
“I see why Andras liked you so much. That passion is wonderful.” He came closer, smiling. “I have no interest in you. I only want the child.”
“She is of no use to you. I saw to that.” She felt the fear stirring in him. “She will never be host to one of you.”
“I didn’t say I wanted her as a host.”
Dana struggled to control her body, picking up the knife and holy water. “Now Papa.” She didn’t know if the words came out of her mouth, and trying to see her hands was disorienting as she looked up from Sam’s eyes and down from her own. Holy water over the blade, onto Sam’s chest, then she was cutting into his skin and slicing her own palm, pressing them together and falling forward, falling into Sam.
For a time, they were like one, the demon, Sam and Dana, rolling together as the sound of Latin filled the room, then together, Sam and Dana were pushing at Andras, the connection between them snapping audibly into place, thoughts and emotions blurring into one. She could feel the demon being pulled out of him and getting trapped in the circle she’d created.
“Never again.” She said, blasting at the black smoke with every ounce of power at her disposal.
Blinding light filled the room as a blast rumbled the bed and shook the walls. The demon disintegrated, much like another had when Dana was still an infant, black dust falling like a blanket over the still forms of Sam and Dana. Dean sat up shakily and looked at his father. “Is it over?”
John took a step toward the bed, but the barrier held. “Apparently not.”
“That was the demon though, right?”
John nodded. “I think so.”
The blast sent them reeling, careening into the walls Sam had constructed to keep her out, crashing through them with a force that left her feeling bruised. No. She felt Sam pushing, but there was no where to go…she was fused to him as the memory spilled around them…that same temple room…Father…a man she knew was his father…the one who raised him.
Sam was terrified, already bleeding…she could feel blood on her face. The man was chanting, opening himself and demons poured into him. She/Sam tried to back away, but they were held in place. “I will show you your place, boy.” He was coming closer and Dana felt Sam being pressed to his knees. He fought back and nails dug into his back. “You’re nothing but a means to an end…a body to be used for our purposes.”
She felt Sam trying to push them out of the memory as the man pushed his thumb into Sam’s mouth. “And if I chose to make you my whore while we wait for that purpose to roll around, that is my privilege.”
Sam succeeded in knocking them free of the memory as the man’s zipper came down and they crashed through time and space, landing in a dark closet. She could sense the demons around her…feel the biting on her legs…It was familiar, like the thing that had chased her off the school grounds. Sam’s legs kicked out and they moved around him, climbing onto his back, swarming over him until he was screaming.
She pushed them this time, rolling them out of the dark and into what looked like a school. Sam felt like he was maybe 14, part of a gang of other kids pushing around a younger boy. Douglas Dupri
Dana felt her horror rising as she watched Sam’s hands lash out and spin the boy around before pushing him toward one of the others. She wanted out now…didn’t want to see this…the past Sam had always hidden from her, but she couldn’t separate herself from him and the spun away again, bouncing from one memory to another, crashing through barriers and walls that Sam had built to protect himself…as well as her. All she could do was cling to Sam, and trust that if he had lived through it, she could survive the memories.
