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damned_institute2011-09-10 01:34 am
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Night 58: Mission #3 [Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, and Ruby]
Dean was convinced the universe had it out to bone any Winchesters it could.
He didn’t like getting wrangled into something and basically forced to do someone’s dirty work and being told that yeah, he better go on some half-cocked Rambo mission or the other patients would get hit with something didn’t exactly sit well with him. He didn’t care how they dressed it up. That was blackmail and hostages and he knew perfectly well that they could carry out that threat. The fact that Ruby was gonna be riding Sammy and him on this was just the bullshit cherry on a bullshit cake.
What he wouldn’t do for an excuse to exorcise her. Dean found his teeth grinding.
This was one of the times he started to regret making that crossroads deal. Not that he’d ever regret saving Sam. Totally worth it. But there was all the other mind-games with these demons and their friggen agendas and he wasn’t even sure what was up and down with the damn things anymore. So much for knowing that all he had to do was gank these things and that was it, end of story, possibly get a “thanks, you’re so awesome” screw, blow on out with the Impala and Sam. He kinda missed those days, even if they suddenly felt far away.
Dean was the first out the door without asking the others. The thing to do was insist Ruby take point, since she was, y’know, expendable (it wasn’t like she could die in the first place), but giving her a chance to scope things out before he did wasn’t an option.
He did that awkward half-trip as the environment changed on him. Star Trek totally had it wrong with the whole teleporting thing. It wasn’t easy and it wasn’t even cool looking. He guessed he was lucky he didn’t break his neck tripping over a rock or something, Dean catching himself against a tree and in the next instance righting himself, bringing up the sawed-off and going for cover, all in one smooth motion as if he’d done this before for a living. So far nothing came screaming bloody murder from the jungle. Big plus there.
Dean covered their little patch of jungle while he waited for the others to pop out behind him. No door he could see, no sign these “rebels” or whatever they were really called were onto them.
He didn’t like getting wrangled into something and basically forced to do someone’s dirty work and being told that yeah, he better go on some half-cocked Rambo mission or the other patients would get hit with something didn’t exactly sit well with him. He didn’t care how they dressed it up. That was blackmail and hostages and he knew perfectly well that they could carry out that threat. The fact that Ruby was gonna be riding Sammy and him on this was just the bullshit cherry on a bullshit cake.
What he wouldn’t do for an excuse to exorcise her. Dean found his teeth grinding.
This was one of the times he started to regret making that crossroads deal. Not that he’d ever regret saving Sam. Totally worth it. But there was all the other mind-games with these demons and their friggen agendas and he wasn’t even sure what was up and down with the damn things anymore. So much for knowing that all he had to do was gank these things and that was it, end of story, possibly get a “thanks, you’re so awesome” screw, blow on out with the Impala and Sam. He kinda missed those days, even if they suddenly felt far away.
Dean was the first out the door without asking the others. The thing to do was insist Ruby take point, since she was, y’know, expendable (it wasn’t like she could die in the first place), but giving her a chance to scope things out before he did wasn’t an option.
He did that awkward half-trip as the environment changed on him. Star Trek totally had it wrong with the whole teleporting thing. It wasn’t easy and it wasn’t even cool looking. He guessed he was lucky he didn’t break his neck tripping over a rock or something, Dean catching himself against a tree and in the next instance righting himself, bringing up the sawed-off and going for cover, all in one smooth motion as if he’d done this before for a living. So far nothing came screaming bloody murder from the jungle. Big plus there.
Dean covered their little patch of jungle while he waited for the others to pop out behind him. No door he could see, no sign these “rebels” or whatever they were really called were onto them.
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At Sam's prompt to dig around the camp, she stopped watching him spread the gasoline and glanced in the direction of the leader's tent, reorienting herself now that she was entering the camp from a different angle and in her own body. She gave a nod.
"If there's anything, I know where to find it." She moved quickly over there as Sam set the match, ready to duck in on her way out of the camp to grab anything that looked important -- but, by the time she reached the tent, the corner of it where his makeshift desk stood was in flames already, including a briefcase. She reached out to grab it at first, but when she pried it open, it was clear. The documents were unsalvageable.
She started coughing as the tent started to collapse and the flames really started to burn it, dropping the ruined briefcase full of documents and moving out of it, regaining her bearings and heading back up to where they'd come from, expecting Sam would have headed that way well before she managed to.
Seeing Dean already there caused her lips to purse in a sour look, but she didn't mention it. Just glanced at the jaguar that he seemed so fascinated with and raised an eyebrow, her expression subtly triumphant knowing what had caused it. Better than Dean did, anyway.
"Come back to what, a pile of ashes and some charcoal?" She glanced at the razing camp behind them. "I don't think anybody's interested in taking a second look at that place." All the same, she turned to start heading back the way they'd come as ordered -- it wasn't worth the fight. Sam would agree, anyway, better to beat him to the punch of following his orders. "Anything useful went up with the camp, that's for sure."