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Title: Of Bastard Saints
Authors: [livejournal.com profile] nilchance and [livejournal.com profile] beanside
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: We make no claim of ownership on the Brothers and Daddy Winchester. No infringement is intended, no money is made.
Author Notes: Set after the episode "Devil's Trap."
WARNINGS: Character maiming, violence, non-con, more angst than you can shake a stick at, WIP.




As Seattle faded behind him, Dean started to relax. Not much-he wasn't stupid enough to think that it was going to leave him alone. But at least he was doing something. One thing he was doing was research. A quick stop at a local new age shop secured a book on demons, with a couple of potential binding spells. They didn't sound quite right to him, but he could work with them.

Old Man Anders bike had turned out to be a classic, netting him enough money to get an old truck without having to dip in the money in the locker. The body was made of steel, a real tank. It comforted him, made him feel safer somehow. The tarp stretched over the bed also helped to hide the arsenal he'd brought with him from the locker-enough ammo and guns to take on a small army.

The shotgun and journal were laying on the seat beside him. If the highway patrol
wanted to stop him, oh well. He got the feeling it wasn't the first time he'd had to talk his way out of trouble, if it came to that.

The cool, wet weather of the northwest gave way to clear, sunny skies as he drove down the coast, sliding into California just before nightfall. He didn't bother to find a hotel, just pulled off and slept in the truck, stopping to etch a sigil he'd found in the demon book on every window of the truck. The book called it a Devil's Trap.

The next morning, he unfolded himself from the seat and drove onwards, not stopping until he reached a truckstop an hour later.

Then, the rapidly sliding fuel gauge and the lure of coffee conspired to convince him that it was time to take a break. And a piss.

The truckstop was one of the soulless, corporate kind. Dean preferred the grubbier ones, the weird little family-run slices of Americana that differed from Massachusetts to Georgia. The newer stops were cleaner and more efficient, but if he saw one more McDonalds-giftshop-TCBY-Starbucks mini-mall, he was going to lose his mind. Such as it was.

He'd cut out and saved the obituary on Rachel Adams, mother of two. He'd see her face whenever he closed his eyes. So he scrimped on sleep, these days.

Thankfully, this particular mini-mall didn't have a Starbucks. There was a cart of overpriced coffee drinks, with a young man sitting on a stool behind it. He looked like he was nursing a monster of a hangover, complete with sunglasses and tousled dark hair hanging in his face. He looked up and offered Dean a pale smile. "Good morning."

"Afternoon," Dean said. "Rough night?"

The kid gave him a grin that scrunched up his nose. Dean felt something ache in his chest, gone before he could reach for it. "You have no idea. Coffee? We have a latte special-"

Ugh. "Just... caffeinated. Regular is fine. Thanks." Dean paid the kid in crumpled bills and put the change in his mostly empty tip jar. "Can you hold that for me?" He jerked his head meaningfully at the bathroom. "I'll be back in a second."

With a nod, the kid settled back on his stool. Even with the sunglasses, Dean got the distinct feeling he was getting the full up and down once-over. Flattering. Horrifying, since the kid was basically trying to get in the pants of a serial killer, but flattering.

Before the kid could say anything about Dean hanging around until his next break, Dean turned and headed into the bathroom. It was empty. He took care of business, went to wash up from the night in the truck. His roots were starting to grow out from under the blue. Not entirely attractive, but damned if Dean felt like messing with-

The bathroom door opened and shut. Dean started, tensing automatically, and relaxed when he saw the kid. There was that nagging sense of familiarity again, of wanting to warn the kid not to talk to strangers or follow them into the bathroom. No matter how devastatingly handsome they were, if Dean said so himself. "Hey. Who's manning the cart?"

The kid gave him a slow, crooked smile as he deliberately locked the door. Then he crossed to the sinks, his long legs eating up the distance. "I want you," he said. "Now."

Yeah. Somebody obviously got their dirty talking 101 from bad porn. Dean turned to look at him, readying a smile. "Not that I mind spontaneity, but-"

The kid's hands locked around his hips, spinning him with unexpected strength. Dean's hands slapped against the wall just before the kid pressed him there, hot and hard against his back. He smelled good, clean.

"Relax," the kid ordered, his voice smoky and surprisingly low. "I'll take care of you."

Dean opened his mouth to snark at him, something about the kid waiting until his balls dropped to make claims like that. Then the kid's hands were moving, touching, and Dean shut up. Stroking lightly, the kid slid one hand under Dean's shirt, steadying him with the other. He didn't have calluses, smooth fingertips teasing over Dean's flat nipple, making him hiss and jerk.

The kid purred, rubbing his head against Dean's shoulder like a big cat. There was something about that, the way it moved-

It.

"Fuck," Dean swore, trying to turn on it.

The demon moved, locking an arm around his hips and holding him still. It ground against Dean's back, slow and devastatingly good. "That's the idea. You're objecting late in the game, boy."

Its other hand was still moving, still touching Dean with surreal gentleness. Dean snarled, twisting in its grip to try to bring his legs up, to push off against the sink. It shoved him forward hard into the mirror. Dean heard something crack. He sincerely hoped it was the glass.

"Don't make this difficult," the demon suggested. "I can be nice."

Dean gritted his teeth as the memory hit him, sharp and distracting. An old cabin; fear; the wall against his back. That voice, that rough comforting voice gone cold and oily. Begging for his life. A pain-blurred impression of his father's face, stricken and pale as he looked down at Dean. It had used his father, it had wanted to do this then. It had planned to rape him there on that bloody floor while Dean choked and died.

And that would've just been the start.

Dean swallowed hard before he could gag. He made himself relax, sinking back into the demon's borrowed body. He slid his hands down the shattered mirror, feeling for the catch that meant he could pry a shard loose. He felt his hands get slippery with blood.

"Good boy," crooned the demon, nuzzling him. "Ah, Dean. You're going to make things interesting. Don't think I believe you."

No, it couldn't be a stupid demon, could it? Dean bit back a shudder as he felt the demon shift, felt its fingers slide down the loose front of his jeans. He'd lost weight since Chicago, he hadn't thought it mattered, he hadn't thought-

Think, Dean, don't fucking panic. Think.

"Go on, Dean, get that piece of glass. Kill this body, like you killed the last. Kill him like I killed your brother." When Dean choked, the demon laughed low in his throat. "Oh, you remember that much. Do you remember why? It was because you failed him. You weren't good enough, fast enough. You never were. He died hating you-"

Dean grabbed for the bits of the ritual he'd memorized, forcing out, "Exorcizo te, omnis spiritus immunde-"

The demon hauled him back, cracking Dean's face against the mirror again, staggering him. "Party tricks, boy! I expected better. If you're not going to try, I'll just go back to your father. He'd rather it had been you, you know. You instead of your brother. You instead of your whore mother."

Dean blinked against the blood trickling into his eyes, struggling to grab onto the memory. The exorcism eluded him as hard as he tried. "In nomine Dei. P-patris omnipotentis, et in... noimine Jesu Christi-"

It let him go. That much, Dean couldn't miss. If it had wanted him, it would have had him.

He slid down the mirror, rolling over to blink up at the demon. Then he spat at it, the last few words he remembered. Not enough. Not nearly enough. "Christi Filii ejus, Domini et Judicis nostri."

The demon scratched its jaw, yawned, and turned its back on him. It strode over to the bathroom door, unlocked it, and paused in the doorway. "You're never safe, you know. Next time, I'll make sure we have time enough to enjoy ourselves. Think about what I've said."

And it left him there, bleeding on the ground.

Date: 2006-05-22 01:51 am (UTC)
tigriswolf: (Default)
From: [personal profile] tigriswolf
Stunning. Poor Dean. You have to throw him a bone soon, don't you?

Date: 2006-05-22 02:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nilchance.livejournal.com
Bwahahahah! Oh. Um...maybe eventually. *evil grin*

Thank you!

Date: 2006-05-22 01:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] o-contrary.livejournal.com
...

...

If it's wrong to be turned on by this... I don't want to be right. Good grief.

Date: 2006-05-22 02:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nilchance.livejournal.com
It is, but we love you anyway.

Nah, it kind of turned our cranks, too. *grin*

Thanks!

Date: 2006-05-22 02:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] squee1123.livejournal.com
oh Dean-o! Youre just too pretty - everyone wants you. Faaabu-lous. I love this fandom...such amazing writers - canon and fanfic.

Date: 2006-05-22 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nilchance.livejournal.com
*blush* Thank you!

Also, I love that icon. Must find the pic that came from one day. Mmmm...Papa W.

Date: 2006-05-22 02:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] squee1123.livejournal.com
I'm pretty sure its from Salvation. But not positive

Date: 2006-05-22 02:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rosekay.livejournal.com
I guess this is a little redundant at this point, but this hit all my buttons. I feel vaguely dirty...in the best way. Your control of the narrative suspense and pacing and amazing - edge of seat, nails bitten, and all that shit. Excellent.

Date: 2006-05-22 02:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rosekay.livejournal.com
/Your control of narrative suspense and pacing is amazing/

see? you've got me so worked up I'm apparently hitting buttons indiscriminately. :P

Date: 2006-05-22 04:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
*grin* S'okay. We all have those moments. I'm glad it worked for you. Thanks!

Date: 2006-05-22 02:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] batina35.livejournal.com
Poor Dean. Can't catch a break. Loved the chapter. Looking forward to more.

Date: 2006-05-22 05:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
Thanks! Dean's got a ways to go before he gets a break, I'm afraid. I'm glad you liked!

Date: 2006-05-22 03:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] staceey.livejournal.com
*jaw drops* Poor Dean! Such a good good chapter. Makes me wanna squish Dean and make him better.

Date: 2006-05-22 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellesgift.livejournal.com
The only good thing about being without a computer for the next interminable five days is that I will come back to WONDERFUL developments in this story! You tease in such a good way...sheesh. I'm torn between wanting the coffee-boy to get a little time with Dean sans Demon and...mmmm...just wanting a little time with Dean. Lovely. Gorgeous. Hot-and-angsty-goodness. THANKS!!!

Date: 2006-05-22 05:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
Thank you!

I'm glad you're enjoying it. We'll see you in five days!

Date: 2006-05-22 04:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] caelent.livejournal.com
Your fic owns me on so many levels. I'm so glad you post frequently and regularly else I'm not sure I'd stay sane. :D

Date: 2006-05-22 05:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
*laugh* Thank you! i'm glad you like it. We'll do our best to keep it coming so you'll stay sane.

Date: 2006-05-22 04:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stele3.livejournal.com
Yaaaaay! More! I love you guys! This so rocks my house.

Date: 2006-05-22 05:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
*blush* Thanks!

Date: 2006-05-22 06:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dolimir-k.livejournal.com
Yikes!!

Hmmm. It didn't seem to hurt it, yet it left him alone, so he was doing something right.

Date: 2006-05-22 05:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
*laugh* Or, it has other plans for him. *grin* Or a combination of both.

Thanks!

Date: 2006-05-22 06:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whisp.livejournal.com
*fans herself* Am I a bad person because I totally, totally loved that. There's never any end for poor Dean. Great update.

Date: 2006-05-22 05:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
Nah, the demon's kind of sort of almost hot, much as I hate to say it. *grin*

I'm glad you enjoyed!

Thanks!

Date: 2006-05-22 07:08 am (UTC)
mellaithwen: (Default)
From: [personal profile] mellaithwen
....oh my god...

wow dudes

Date: 2006-05-22 05:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
*laugh* Thanks!

Date: 2006-05-22 11:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jedi-diplomat.livejournal.com
Do you know how unfair it was that I had to wait until AFTER work to read this? Man, it just keeps getting better and better.

Date: 2006-05-22 05:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
Sorry we were running late. Took my sweetheart out to party for her birthday, and Bennigan's is slow as hell. *grin*

I'm glad you're enjoying it though! Thanks!

Date: 2006-05-22 04:56 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] jaguarcaine.livejournal.com
Damn, I'm so happy I gave this WIP a chance! This was a great chapter again. I'm seriously impressed!

This has become a treat I look forward to every day. :)

Date: 2006-05-22 05:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
*laugh* Thanks for giving us a shot!

I'm glad it was worth it for you!

Date: 2006-05-22 05:35 pm (UTC)
ext_41329: (Default)
From: [identity profile] jaguarcaine.livejournal.com
Still is. *g* Keep 'em coming, and I'll keep reading.

Date: 2006-05-22 07:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
*grin* Not a problem. We're writing well ahead of what we're posting, for the simple reason that we didn't want to stall out in the middle. Didn't start posting until we were at about chapter 12. It seems to work for us.

Date: 2006-05-31 10:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theactualworst.livejournal.com
Ok don't get me wrong 'cause I'm loving this fic and I'm not homophobic or anything but why do people keep pressing the fact that Dean is supposedly gay lol. Or is it more that people think he's so overly horny he'd fuck anyone anytime?

Would you mind telling my if this is going to turn into wincest or slash is anything? Just so I'm prepared/warned lol.

And what is 'WIP'?

Date: 2006-06-01 11:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
I think because Dean lives with a "foxhole" mentality most of his life. He never knows what's coming around the next corner to kill him, and wether it'll succeed or not. So, you do your best to live in the moment, drink that beer, take physical comfort and pleasure wherever you find it, male or female.

This story will not have wincest. The sequel will. As far as slash, there are mentions, but not overly explicit.

And WIP means work in progress. We're not quite done writing it yet. But we're about parts ahead of where we're posting.

Please don't take the following in any personal way (I don't think you're homophobic, just new to fandom):

Can I make a tiny suggestion? Never use the words "I'm not homophobic" when you ask a question like that. It pings every "fight or flight" response most gay/lesbians have, because usually it means "I am, and I'm about to ask a horribly insulting personal question that will put your sexual identity on par with fucking a goat." In fandom, it's better usually to say "I'm not a slash/wincest fan." Since your authors are not just co-witers, we're partners, it kinda pinged us both.

Date: 2006-06-01 08:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theactualworst.livejournal.com
I can see where you might get the "fight or flight" reflex and I'm sorry but I think that's kind of an unfair assumption because you don't really know me. Because if you knew me you'd know that my bestfriend since I was 5 is gay and I know a lot of his friends who are gay and bi and his past boyfriends ect. it really doesn't bother me. Even still, it didn't bother me even before I knew he was gay. Nor does it affect my judgement of the person themself. But I'm not a wincest fan just because of the incest part. When I said "I'm not homophobic" I meant just what it says, that it doesn't bother me. So I'm truly sorry if you got the wrong idea. I would never try to affend you in any way.

And if me asking why people thought Dean was gay insulted you I'm also sorry. I really wasn't trying to insult anyone, and reading how I worded the question I can see where I sounded rude -facepalm- sorry about that, but I really was just curios. But then again we all know what curious did to the cat right? :P

And as for the warning/preparing part is because I'm not a fan of wincest and I also don't like reading anything too sexually explicit whether it's male/male, male/female, or female/female.

So again I'm really sorry and I hope this doesn't put us on bad terms.

Still loving the fic! It's completely taken over my life :)

Date: 2006-06-01 08:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beanside.livejournal.com
Nah, to be honest, I don't get worked up over stuff like that normally, but we had a really bad experience in one of our older fandoms, which kinda made us both wary. She turned out to be a complete hosebeast--for the life of me, I will never understand the 'the bible says it's wrong, but I like teh hawt boys screwing' thing. It devolved into a whole mess that I ended up leaving a list over, along with about three other girls who objected to being told that we were "sinners". But she wasn't homophobic, according to her. *shrug* So it's possible that we're slightly oversensitive.

But no, I'm not at all upset, or anything along those lines. *grin* It was more of a I should mention this in case its a problem, type thing, not a "wow, I'm peeved" thing.

I'm glad you're enjoying the fic. It's kind of taken on a life of it's own.

I can certainly understand not wanting to get blindsided by graphic sex, and having a squick about incest, too. Though to be fair, I mostly object to reading badly written graphic sex. *grin*

Date: 2006-06-01 09:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theactualworst.livejournal.com
I hate that!! When people say that someone is going to hell because they are gay. That just doesn't make sense to me! I mean why would God create people he automatically damned to hell? And then people are like "they can fight it" but that's like telling someone to fight the fact that they're tall or a different ethnicity. You just are who you are. The way I see it, if you're a good person who leads a good life you go to heaven. I mean whatever happened to the "God's unconditional love for all his children" or thing. It just makes me so mad, me and Steve (my best friend who is gay) rant about it all the time. Me and my parents agrue about it a lot 'cause they're like psycho christians and I don't even bother trying to talk to them about it because my pressure starts rising and I'm not fixing for a heart attack any time soon :D So trust me I feel your frustration and I can understand why you'd be wary.

And I'm pretty sure there's no specific verse in the bible that says "gays go to hell" or "gays are bad". I know there was one about "loving your neighbor" though. I think following the Catholic church and following the bible are completely different. I mean the church is run by people with opinions and sins of their own (priests molesting little kids anyone?). I mean the Pope is not God lol. No one really knows what God thinks ya know? I think the church likes to interpret the bible they way they think it should be. And I could just rant about this forever so I'm gonna but myself off lol.

And this: Though to be fair, I mostly object to reading badly written graphic sex. *grin* Ahahaha killed me dead :D

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