Tell me, what makes you so special.

[Cowritten with smart_alec494. Sam = imnot_likeyou, Bela = enjoythe_ride. Set after THIS and THIS.]

They really needed to pick better motels.

One would think that after years of being on the road, that they would know by now to choose a place with a little security, but they still managed to keep leaving themselves wide open for trouble. Then again, they were Winchesters. If they weren't in trouble, there was something horribly wrong. As she made her way around the room, assessing it quietly to herself, she wondered how long they were going to be out. She'd seen the same case that they did -- all it would take to take care of was a simple salt and burn. However, this seemed to be taking them forever and she was starting to get bored.

She was really only there to warn them. Ever since the Winchesters had managed to pull a rabbit out of their hat and save her from her deal, she'd kept her promise to leave them alone -- for the most part. There may have been a brief fling with Sam after the war for the Apocalypse, but in terms of her actually causing them any harm, she didn't. She just kept to herself and only popped in when she managed to come up with information for them. And this particular piece was a dozy.

Picking up one of Sam's books, she set herself down on the bed that she hoped was Sam's, before stretching her legs out in front of her, crossed at the ankles. If they were going to take this long, she was at least going to occupy herself.
Alec stretched as he climbed out of the back seat of the Impala, working some more kinks out of his back. Then he flicked a bit of dirt at Dean. "Just because I'm younger doesn't mean you can always force me to do most of the digging."

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[Cowritten with smart_alec494. Sam = imnot_likeyou, Kutner = prodefibrillist. Follows THIS.]

He'd meant to leave. He really had. To be gone. But the shakes had hit too quickly. And couldn't have made it past the sidewalk in front of the motel room. So he'd let instinct guide him and hid in the bathroom behind a locked door.

It hadn't slowed Dean or Sam down much though. Nor had they paid much attention to him trying to get them to just leave him be. And now they were dragging him into a hospital. He struggled against them but didn't really have the strength to get anywhere. Or when he did have the strength he lacked any sort of co-ordination.

He knew that the pathetic whimper came from him. There were much cleaner deaths than by doctor. He'd rather be shot. And he felt almost betrayed. They had said they wanted him. Said that he was welcome. And now as soon as he was broken they were giving him back. He couldn't blame them though. Who wanted a broken weapon.

He understood but fought anyway. Panicked anyway.

Getting into the clinic hadn't been hard. All they had to do was fill out a form and within the hour they were sitting in an exam room, waiting for the doctor to arrive. Dean understood the doctor phobia, he really did. He wasn't all that fond of them either, but he wanted to make sure the poor kid was okay. So Sam was standing by the door in case he tried to bolt, while Dean was sitting with him in the chairs reserved for family. Hopefully this would be relatively simple, and it wouldn't take too long.

"Probably won't take long at all," Dean said with a nod. "He'll look you over -- in and out, five minutes."

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[PART 2]

[Cowritten with smart_alec494. Sam = imnot_likeyou, Anna = hitchhiker_girl, Nate and Luke = thewallacetwins. Everyone else is an NPC. Set after THIS.]

He sat there. In the kitchen. All night. He didn't leave the chair and didn't move much aside from slowly eating the piece of cake. He didn't sleep either and he was pretty sure he should. He just sat and let his thoughts bang around in his head.

The more time passed the more he was sure he'd be nothing but spare parts. He was almost sick a few times just thinking about it. Spare parts were no good if they were dead. And he. . . he. . .

He sat there.

Mama was usually the first one up, wanting to get a start on breakfast as the house's residents rolled through. When she walked into the kitchen and found 494 still sitting there, she paused, confused, before giving him a small smile. "You been sittin' there all night, baby?"

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[Cowritten with smart_alec494. Sam = imnot_likeyou, “Ben” is an NPC. Just some more SPN/DA crack. Fun times.]

494 didn't get it. It was the one thing on this mission that he just flat out didn't understand. Why the sewers? It was, in 494's opinion, against everything in an X5. Even a stone crazy one.

It was closed in, had no view, stank to high heaven. And then there were those piles of. . .of goo everywhere. It made him want to up chuck.

The nest itself made sense to him. At least it would if he were as delusional as his twin. Manticore mantras and a well tended arsenal. The part that really creeped him out though was the tattooers tools. Or more accurately what they were used for. He couldn't stop his hand from coming up to cover his own barcode.

"Suicidal nut case is what you are."

"So the guy's holed up in there, huh?" Dean said with a glance over at his brother as they armed up from the trunk of the Impala. It'd been over ten years since Dean'd first had his face stolen by a shapeshifter, and he'd be damned if they still didn't enjoy passing it around. Not that he minded all that much. He was happy to fight a normal monster as oppose to a demon or something worse -- he'd lost his taste for demons during the war to stop the end of the world -- but he still would appreciate if they would look past the fact that he was a handsome son of a bitch and just let him be.

"That's what all the signs point to," Sam said with a nod. "Tracked him back here after his last kill. Which -- was really something else."

"Don't have to tell me -- I was there, remember?" Dean slipped the gun with the silver bullets into his pants at the small of his back before closing the trunk behind them and looking down at the manhole in front of them. "Well, after you, Sammy."

Sam rolled his eyes before dropping down through the hole and waiting for his brother to follow him. Dean slid down soon after and they started to make their way towards where the lair was located, flashlights lighting up the sewer in front of them. By the time they reached the entrance to his holding room, they were surprised to find him already there -- they thought they were going to be doing the lying in wait thing for a while. Dean reached for the gun at his back, before leveling it at the kid in front of him.

"You really think that we were going to keep letting you kill people?"

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[Follows THIS. Same notes there apply. I said it was long.]

"Oooh the garden state." Okay so sometimes Alec was a little odd. He pulled open the back passenger door and let Jinx slip past him.

Dean and Sam exchanged a look, before sliding back into the car. "New Jersey ain't so bad. Depending on the day."

"No in all seriousness I have no problems with the state. " He closed the car door. "Okay so most of my experience with it was from the fourth floor of a hospital, but eh, the view was pretty good."

"The Pine Barrens suck," Dean said with a sigh. "It's just miles of friggin' nothing. Which makes me really hope that Bela knows where she's going."

"If she doesn't, I do. I've been here a couple of times to pick stuff up. It's just that we don't want to approach him without a familiar face. His toys pack a wallop and he's not above just plain old shooting I don't think." He shrugged. "Magical arms dealer." Not that that's what Alec had been getting, but still.

Dean raised an eyebrow slightly, before glancing at him in the mirror. "I didn't know those existed. But then again, I probably shouldn't be all that surprised."

"As far as I know he corners the market. Though it may just be that he's the only person Bela deals with that she trusts at all." He paused. "I think he knows Ruby, too. But maybe he just knows of her."

"Didn't know Ruby was that popular," Sam said slowly, before glancing back at him. "I take it you know Ruby too?"

Alec nodded. "She's family. She's like. . .I dunno. You two are really close."

Sam paused for a moment. "We are?"

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