Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 30: She Burns

[justinedelarge]

Title: Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 30: She Burns

Author: justinedelarge
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Rating: G
Warning: Wincest (Sam is a few months shy of legal age)
Word Count: 1130
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just for fun.
Summary: Ever wonder how Dean started talking dirty? The genesis is in the way Sam and Dean make their feelings for each other physical. This story has dirty talk, all the feels you can handle, infinite love and even a plot that develops into a nail-biting narrative, with the best kind of hurt/comfort.
Chapter Summary: Bobby, John and Reggie interrogate Earle Spivey, who is somehow still alive.

Reggie’s car rolled up to the house at the end of the lane that stretched through an apple orchard. No other houses were within a mile. The windows were dark, covered with black fabric.

Reggie stood at the door and whistled a tune. Within seconds, the door clicked open. A massive bearded man stood in the doorway. “Hurry up.” He waved them inside across the thick line of salt.

Nearly every available surface of the interior was covered with warding sigils and devil’s traps.

“Name’s Vesi. Come on. He’s down here.” Vesi moved fast for a man of his size, guiding them down narrow hallways to a staircase leading to the basement.

John, Bobby and Reggie descended the stairs. In the center of the room was Earle Spivey, bound in iron shackles on all four limbs, chained to four heavy iron rings embedded in the concrete floor. Below him was painted an elaborate devil’s trap, with an extra circle of symbols on the outer rim.

A sallow-faced man with lank hair stood next to a 55-gallon drum of water holding a pump nozzle.

Bobby stared at him. “Don’t tell me that’s holy water.”

“That was Pritchard’s idea.” Reggie nodded at the man.

Pritchard just grinned, revealing two missing front teeth.

Spivey was seated on the floor, arms wrapped around his legs, rocking back and forth.

“You got some visitors.” Pritchard pulled the trigger and squirted Earle in the face with holy water.

Earle sputtered.

John frowned.

“You were expecting him to sizzle?” Pritchard said. “He don’t. This stuff’s for the big bad you know what’s. If they come for him.” Pritchard spat on the floor. “That was just to wake his ass up.”

“Like sucking on a penny. Buried halfway up Satan’s ASS.” Spivey bellowed.

John and Bobby were startled.

“It’s only your dignity. Suck it.” Spivey muttered.

John stared at Reggie. “This…he’s…”

“Totally insane. As far as I can make out.”

Spivey pulled his socks off and began examining between his toes. “Pull the threads out. I can’t hear you. Mumbler. Dirty tick mumbler.”

He stared up at Reggie, eyes wild. “What you do when you think you’re alone? It’s unseemly.”

Bobby rubbed his beard. “Oh, this is gonna be six kinds of fun.”

Earle said in a sing-song, “They have wings, you know. Air squeakers. Flappy flappy flappy.”

Reggie walked closer to Spivey. “Earle. Look at me.”

Earle stared at the ceiling. “Knock at the door. Don’t pull me out. I was drowning so sparkly.”

“Earle!” Earle’s eyes snapped into focus at the sound of Reggie’s voice. “How is it you’re alive?”

Earle laughed, a sick, quavering sound. “Unmade. Made. Unmade. Made.”

John stood next to Reggie. “You were unmade. And then you were made again?” Earle’s eyes whipped to John’s. Something vaguely human crawled within his gaze.

“Made.”

“Who made you? Who did this to you?”

“A goat to go away.” Earle curled in on himself. “Nasty goat.”

John rolled his eyes. “He’s talking gibberish. We’re not going to get anything out of him.”

Bobby said, “I’m not so sure about that.” He looked at Vesi and Pritchard quizzically. “Does he… has he attacked you?”

“No. He has not shown any sign of aggression,” Vesi said.

Bobby stepped into the devil’s trap and sat down next to Earle. “I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but…tell me about the goat.”

Earle’s face twisted. “Za. Za.” He shook his head frantically. “Crafty worm.” He stared around the room at everyone in turn, holding up his hands, wrists dangling limp from the fetters,  hoisting his fettered ankles into the air, balanced on his thin buttocks. “Like this! And then… gah!” Earle flung his limbs in four directions. “Pieces.” He snapped his fingers. “Made.” Another snap. “Unmade.” His voice dropped into a murmur again. “Made. Unmade. Made. Unmade.”

“Bobby, you’re wasting your time. Goats? Worms?”

Bobby raised his hand to quiet John. “Hang on. “ He leaned closer to Earle. “And Aaron shall cast lots upon the two goats.”

Earle fell back in surprise.

“Earle. Listen to me. Aaron shall cast lots upon the two goats.”

Earle sucked air through his teeth. “One lot for the Lord. The other lot for…” He began to tremble violently.

Bobby closed his eyes, rubbing his hand over his chin. “Oh god.”

“What is it?”

“It’s from the Bible. And Aaron shall cast lots upon the two goats. One lot for the Lord.” Bobby looked up at John. “The other lot for Azazel.”

Earle recoiled, stretching his chains as far as he could, scampering away from Bobby. “Za za!”

“What the hell is he saying?” John flung his hands out in frustration.

“Za-za-e’il.”

Earle slapped the floor with his bare feet. “Za!

“It’s from the Septuagint. Greek Old Testament. Means ‘the strong one against God.’ Za-za-e’il. Azazel.”

“Who’s Azazel?” Vesi asked.

“Fallen angel.” Reggie said, spitting out his toothpick.

Bobby stared at Reggie in surprise.

“Hey, I’ve read Milton.” Reggie frowned.

“Azazel’s the head of the Grigori. Angels who were sent to watch over humans. But they became corrupted. Took human wives, had kids, got into pleasures of the flesh. God didn’t like it, and cast them out. They turned demon. And Azazel’s one of the nastiest.”

“Crafty worm,” Spivey muttered.

“Bobby.” John put his hand on Bobby’s shoulder, his face pale. “Spivey was hooked up with our demon. The one who… the one who murdered Mary. So… that demon…is this Azazel?”

Suddenly, a hand gripped John’s ankle, underneath his pants leg, gripping bare skin. It was Spivey, who had scuttled close. “Ahhhhhhh….” Spivey’s eyes rolled back in his head. John tried to pull away, but Spivey’s slender fingers had a death grip on him. “Look up. Fire. Burns. She burns.” His eyes flashed open, a searing, evil intelligence lit in them. “I see you’ve met my Master.”

John wrenched his leg away, falling on his side.

Spivey hissed in a breath. “Winchester.” He shook his head as if trying to clear away cobwebs. He focused on John as if seeing him for the first time. “John. Winchester.” Spivey’s body curled, folded, until he was on his knees, arms outstretched, prostrate before him. “My Master let me live for one reason.” His words flowed, as if he had rehearsed them over and over. “To beg forgiveness from John Winchester.”

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Comments

[sammichgirl]

I am loving Bobby (and Reggie) more and more each chapter.

Azazel wants Spivey to beg John's forgiveness to what he did to Sam...because Sam is marked special. Hmmmm.

Terrific dialogue here, insane murmurings really well done.

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I really enjoyed writing his crazy mutterings. Which, actually, (shhh--secret!) aren't all that crazy. They just seem like it.