Supernatural fic (5/?)

[serafina20]

Title Another Kind of Trap (4/?)
Author serafina20
Rating R
Spoilers everything through Devil's Trap
Summary The Winchesters need help after the events of Devil's Trap. Luckily, Sam has made arrangements for this eventuality. He just failed to inform Rachel Adams of his plans. Sequel to Captured Soul and   Kitsune
Pairing Dean/OFC

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

"Yup, " Missouri said, coming out of John's room.  "He's definitely got something inside him."

 

"The demon?"  Rachel finished braiding her hair.  The rubber band was around her wrist; she took it off and tied the braid off. 

 

The other woman shook her head.  There was a pensive expression on her face, eyebrows drawn together, mouth puckered.  "No, not exactly.  The demon itself is gone, but bits of it are still inside John."

 

"How's that possible?" 

 

"Well, Dean said that John got shot by that special Colt.  Normally, injuries to the human host don't bother demons, but this one did.  That demon hightailed it out, but since it was hurt, it couldn't make a clean getaway.  Bits and pieces are left behind."

 

"Will it hurt him?"

 

"Girl, you ain't stupid.  Don't go asking stupid questions.  It don't impress no one."  Missouri bit her lower lip and shook her head.  "I've heard of people living with demon bits in them before.  Sometimes it's because of an exorcism done wrong, sometimes they just happen to be in the wrong place, wrong time."

 

"Okay, that I don't understand."

 

"Demons don't always do the full blown possession bit, especially not the weaker ones. They find people vulnerable enough to sneak into, usually high or drunk, or even just sick sometimes, and move in for awhile.  They stay for whatever experience they're after--usually sex--then leave as soon as it's over.  In fact, they're not much different than..."

 

"If you say Dean," Rachel interrupted, steel in her voice, "then you can just pack up and go home.  I'm not going to let someone who doesn't know the first thing about him slander his name."

 

Missouri gave her a half-smile.  "I was gonna say most men.  Dean Winchester may be a lot of things, but he's not a love 'em and leave 'em sort of guy. His daddy taught him better than that."

 

Rachel's face warmed.  "Sorry.  I just... there was a lot of tension in the room earlier when you walked in.  And you were kind of mean to him."

 

"That wasn't meanness. That was love, baby."

 

"He didn't think so."

 

"Well."  Missouri linked her arm through Rachel's and walked her down the hall towards the elevator.  "You love him your way, and I'll love him mine."

 

"I don't love him.  I mean, that's not... We just.... I care for them both a lot.  That's all."

 

"Mmm-hmm." 

 

She pulled her arm away.  "How do we get rid of it?"

 

"You don't get rid of love."

 

"And the demon bits polluting John's body?  How do we get rid of those?"

 

Missouri shook her head, her knowing smirk melting away.  "That I don't know.  Not yet, anyway.  Luckily, I've got a scholar girl here that knows how to research all that for us.  Be better for you then spending all your time moping around here all day."

 

"It hasn't been that bad.  Besides, I want to be here with them.  They need me."

 

"What they need is time to rest, and so do you.  You won't do either of them any good worrying yourself to death."

 

"I'm fine."  She wasn't.  Her head ached and throbbed.  Her eyes were heavy and coffee wasn't doing anything but making her feel jittery and sick.  She couldn't even remember if she'd eaten since breakfast.

 

Missouri made that sound again, shook her head, and rolled her eyes.  "What you should do is head back to your apartment, eat a good lunch, and take a long nap.  I'll sit and watch the boys."

 

"I'm not leaving until Sam wakes up." She crossed her arms over her chest and picked up her pace.  Missouri's admonishments about her getting too close to John were ringing in her head, and even though the demon's spirit wasn't in him, Rachel was still feeling freaked out.

 

Somehow, demons bits left being was almost worst than an actual demon.

 

She hit the elevator call button.  It opened almost immediately.  Missouri got in beside her, silent for once.

 

"Will it hurt him?" Rachel asked after a moment.  "I mean, what does having parts of demon inside do?"

 

"It changes people.  Brings out every nasty bit a person has inside them.  Men start beating their wives, women hurt their babies.  Hurt each other, hurt themselves.  Give into any base instinct that they woulda resisted before.  They get sicker easy.  Wear out young. Those black parts in them just get fed every time they give in to the impulses until all that's left in them is meanness and anger."

 

Rachel shivered.  "We have to do something."

 

"We will.  But we can't do anything until someone gets the rest she needs."

 

The elevator doors opened.  Rachel moved quickly, not wanting to hear Missouri's increasing admonishments.

 

Dean was sleeping when Rachel got into his room.  He wasn't sleeping peacefully.  He twitched under the blankets, his hands opening and closing convulsively.  Sweat rolled down his face.  The oxygen nose-thing had been knocked askew.  Dean was breathing hard, but none of the machines were sounding alarm.

 

Still.

 

Rachel quickly crossed the room.  "Dean.  Dean!" She shook him.

 

"Back bitch!" he rasped out, eyes flying open.  His hand clamped around her wrist.

 

She gasped.  "Dean, calm down."

 

"Rachel?"  He looked around, brow furrowed.  Sweat dripped into his eyes.

 

"Do you remember where you are?"

 

"Yeah.  Yeah, I do."  He exhaled slowly and lay back on his pillows.  Although his grip on her wrist loosened, he didn't let go. 

 

"Nightmare?"  She fixed the oxygen tubes and sat on the bed.

 

"Yeah.  How's dad?"

 

"Still unconscious.  Still not breathing."

 

"And he's got demon bits inside him," Missouri added at the door.

 

Dean frowned.  When Rachel tried to blot the sweat from his face, he pushed her hand away.  "I thought it left him."

 

Missouri nodded.  "It did, honey.  But when it left, it was hurt.  That gun you shot it with did it's damage.  Normal demons leave parts of themselves behind when they leave on their own, but this thing left much more."

 

"Well, lets get it out of him.  What are you waiting for?"

 

"I'm not sure how.  Rachel's gonna start researching ways to extract the little bits from your daddy as soon as she goes home and gets some sleep.  Dean, you tell your girl that she needs to rest."

 

Dean put her arm around her and looked at her closely.  "You look like crap."

 

"Thanks."

 

"No, I'm serious.  You look awful.  Go home and sleep."

 

Rachel shook her head.  "I'm not leaving until Sam wakes up."

 

"Baby girl, he don't need you here like Dean did.  He's got both of us now.  The pressure ain't on you so much no more."

 

"For once she's right.  I'll be fine.  Sam'll be fine.  I can kick his ass for both of us if he wakes up."

 

The pressure on her head was intense.  It felt like her brain was swelling, about to burst through her skull.  Still.  She could out-stubborn Dean any day.  "No, I'm fine.  I'll just sit and close my eyes a few minutes.  You can watch TV."

 

"No."  He pushed her off the bed.  "You can go and sleep."

 

"But Dean..."

 

"I don't want you here.  I'm sick of you.  Your face, your voice, everything."  When she didn't budge, he cocked his head.  "I'll break out the projectile vomiting."

 

"Yuck."

 

"I'm serious.  Just the sight of your face brings it on.  In fact, I think it might be detrimental to my heart."

 

Laughter bubbled up in her.  "You're such a freak.  Okay, I'll go.  But you guys have to promise to call the minute you hear anything about Sam."

 

Dean crossed his heart.  Missouri didn't say anything.

 

"Okay."  She walked across the room, to where Dean had put the journals.

 

He grabbed her around the waist and hauled her back.  "No.  Leave them here."

 

"But..."

 

"If you take them, you'll read them.  Not only will you break down and read everything I ever wrote about you, but then you'll never get to sleep."

 

She sat.  Put her hand on Dean's shoulder.  Leaned in.  "I thought you said that you knew I already read everything you ever wrote about me."

 

"I lied.  You're actually the kind of freak who'd never delve into my personal thoughts and feelings about you.  You stupid.  Stupid.  Girl."  He punctuated each stupid with a kiss.

 

"But I need to know more about the demon."

 

"No, you don't.  You need to sleep."  He shoved her away again.  "Here's your purse.  Go.  Shower.  For God's sake, wash the fucking ink off your face."

 

"Oh, you better be glad you're sick."  She took her purse from Dean and turned to Missouri.  "You be nice him.  It's not your job to give him hell.  I'm the one with the ring."

 

"I make no promises."  She stood from the chair she was in and kissed Rachel on the cheek.  "You can get back to your place yourself?"

 

"Yeah.  The bus drops off right down the street.  Hopefully, they'll release the car soon, so I can see about getting it fixed up so I can drive."

 

"Don't you dare think you're going to drive my car."

 

She and Missouri exchanged smiles.

 

"Bye!" Rachel said, smiling brightly at a scowling Dean.  Then, before he could say anything else, she left the room.