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Jul. 12th, 2010 04:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
justasaleswomanCrossroads are funny things.
Most people pass through them all the time, and don't think anything of it. It's just a place betwixt and between, on the way from here to there, a place with left hand turn that's a bitch during rush hour, shops on the corners and a light that always stays red too long and green too short.
Nothing remarkable about them at all, really.
Unless, of course, you know how to use them.
Most people pass through them all the time, and don't think anything of it. It's just a place betwixt and between, on the way from here to there, a place with left hand turn that's a bitch during rush hour, shops on the corners and a light that always stays red too long and green too short.
Nothing remarkable about them at all, really.
Unless, of course, you know how to use them.
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Date: 2010-07-18 03:15 am (UTC)"You could have a life without desperate . . . needy . . . sloppy Dean screwing everything up."
She takes two steps closer.
"You could finally be free."
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Date: 2010-07-18 03:27 am (UTC)"I mean -- this kinda thing is everything you wanted on a freakin' plate. What the hell?"
"Maybe I don't want it anymore, okay?"
"I had a life without my brother in it. And you know what? It fucking sucked."
Except for Jessica, of course, and for the parts that he'd liked -- but the thing is, all of that had been a lie.
This isn't.
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Date: 2010-07-18 03:29 am (UTC)"Protest all you want, baby.
"You're still not selling it."
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Date: 2010-07-18 03:32 am (UTC)Sam's voice hardens.
"You let Dean out of his deal. Right now."
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Date: 2010-07-18 03:37 am (UTC)"I'm sorry, Sam. Dean is old enough to drive, vote, drink, have a bar mitzvah, father a child . . . any definition you pick, your brother's an adult. He made that deal of his own free will, fair and square, no tricks, no loopholes.
"It's ironclad.
"It can't be broken."
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Date: 2010-07-18 03:40 am (UTC)"But if you're so all-fired sure this one can't, then I'll just kill you. Once you're gone, so's the deal."
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Date: 2010-07-18 03:41 am (UTC)"You can't be so stupid as to think it's that simple."
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Date: 2010-07-18 03:43 am (UTC)"What do you mean?"
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Date: 2010-07-18 03:47 am (UTC)"My boss holds the contract, not me.
"And between me and you . . . my boss wants Dean's soul. Bad.
"Far too much to let it, or him, go."
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Date: 2010-07-18 03:50 am (UTC)She sounds so certain.
"You're bluffing."
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Date: 2010-07-18 03:54 am (UTC)Her poker face is better than his, to be sure.
"Well, go ahead and shoot me, if it'll get you off. Shoot her, too," she adds, with a gesture to the body she's wearing. "Hell, two birds with one bullet -- that's a bargain, right?
"But it won't make any difference for you. Or Dean. The deal will still hold. And when your brother's time is up, he'll still get dragged into the pit."
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Date: 2010-07-18 03:59 am (UTC)No. No. That can't-- this was supposed to be it, Dean was going to be safe--
Sam is barely aware that he's lowered the Colt.
"Then who's your boss? Who holds the contract?"
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Date: 2010-07-18 04:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-18 04:02 am (UTC)"I said, who is it?"
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Date: 2010-07-18 04:09 am (UTC)"I'm sorry, Sam. I can't help you. There's almost no one who can.
"Not this time."
Dean's made this bed for both of them.
They're just gonna have to lie in it.
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Date: 2010-07-18 04:19 am (UTC)He's absolutely certain she's not.
But just in case...
Sam swallows once, hard, studying the dark-haired figure of the woman in front of him--
(collateral damage)
--then lets out his breath in a sigh as he raises the Colt, aims, and fires a round straight through her forehead.
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Date: 2010-07-18 04:22 am (UTC)He actually--
Sam Winchester actually--
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Date: 2010-07-18 04:35 am (UTC)You shouldn't have touched my brother.
The body collapses to the ground.
Sam stares down at it for several long moments before he sighs and turns away, toward the Impala.
There's salt and gasoline in the trunk, of course; there always is.
It'll be more than enough to take care of the body.