justinedelarge | Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 31: Don't Look Back

Title: Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 31: Don't Look Back

Author: justinedelarge
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Rating: G
Warning: Wincest (Sam is a few months shy of legal age)
Word Count: 800
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my original characters and plot.
Summary: Spivey apologizes. It's creepy.

All eyes were on the huddled figure on the floor, palms pressed to the floor in penitence. “Please forgive me.” Spivey writhed for a moment, as though struggling against his subjugation, and then mewled in pain and crawled closer to John.

John recoiled like a spider was about to crawl up his pants leg.

“Please forgive me for what I did to your son.” Spit flew from Spivey’s lips as he grudgingly pleaded with John. He contorted again, gasping, then spoke more earnestly, somehow with the capacity for coherent speech somewhat returned to him. “Please forgive me for hurting Sam Winchester. I did not have the right to harm him. Please forgive me for hurting Sam Winchester.”

“That demon brought you back to life so you could apologize?” Bobby shook his head in utter disbelief, and dragged himself to his feet, wincing at the pain in his joints.

“He punished me.” Spivey shuddered, then shot a glance at John, dark with rage. “You know nothing of pain. He… glides pain. Like air. He is—“ Spivey fluttered his hands in the air. “Us, with knives in our hands? We’re children,” he spat. “He punished me. For my fault, for my fault, for my most grievous fault. My Master left me here. He said you’d come back.”

Spivey crept closer to John. “Please forgive me for hurting your son.” He tipped his head up, peering up at John, his face creased with desperation. “John Winchester, please forgive me. And please beg Sam Winchester to forgive me. Sam Winchester is special. He is not to be touched.”

Reggie’s head whipped around at that.

“You said she burns.” John seized Spivey’s hair and pulled his head back hard. “Why did you say she burns?” His eyes were wild.

“I saw it. When I touched you.” Spivey brushed his hand over John’s wrist, and his eyes rolled back. “Pretty, pretty girl. Lit up like a candle.” His eyes fluttered shut. “Take your brother outside as fast as you can. Don’t look back.”

John pulled away, wiping his wrist on his pants leg, a look of horror on his face.

“Jesus Christ.” Reggie took a few steps back.

Bobby’s voice was shaky.“That’s how he knew exactly what we did. He touched his son’s body. The demon blood. He saw it.”

“Please forgive me, John Winchester.” Spivey began rocking in place, repeating the phrase again and again. “Please forgive me, John Winchester, please forgive me, John Winchester...”

“What the hell are we going to do with him?” John rubbed his mouth.

“Well, for starters, you could tell him you forgive him,” Reggie suggested.

John stared at Reggie like he’d just suggested selling their souls for a case of beer.

“Just to shut the man up. Driving me crazy.” Reggie worried the toothpick in his mouth.

“Fine. Spivey, I forgive you, now shut the fuck up.”

Spivey’s mouth snapped shut.

“Now what?”

“Killed him once. That was a good idea at the time,” Bobby said.

Spivey moved lightening fast, grabbed hold of Bobby’s hand before anyone realized how close he was. His eyes fluttered, then flared open, staring at Bobby in disbelief, a grin slowly spreading across his face. He dropped Bobby’s hand and started to laugh. “That’s too good. Bad little boys. Naughty, naughty…naughty!”

Spivey fixed his gaze upon an uncomprehending John. His expression was malevolent, gleeful. “And Johnny boy doesn’t know.”

His mouth opened as if to say something else, then froze, held in a perfect oval, eyes wide with surprise.

Reggie’s knife flew through the air like a silvered diving bird, plunging into Spivey’s heart, the mother-of-pearl handle quivering as the blade hit home.

Earle Spivey gurgled, blood surging from his mouth, and his eyes dimmed as the life drained from him, this time for good.

“Thing like that is too dangerous to keep alive.” Reggie pulled his knife from Spivey’s heart and wiped it off on his shirt.

“He’s right.” Vesi knelt and pressed two thick fingers to Spivey’s neck, nodded to confirm he was dead. “You did the smart thing.”

John stared at Bobby. “What was he talking about? What don’t I know?”

Bobby shrugged. “John, there’s a bunch you don’t know about me, and I’m perfectly content to keep it that way. Man’s gotta have his secrets.”

John accepted the gentle deflection without realizing he’d been redirected to thinking the secret had to do with something in Bobby’s personal life.

But the soft smile Reggie gave Bobby when John’s back was turned showed that Reggie knew exactly what Bobby had done.

And Bobby knew that somehow, Reggie knew exactly who Bobby was protecting and why. Just like he knew why Reggie had sent his best knife flying into Earle Spivey’s chest before he could utter one more word.

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