Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 62: Missouri

[justinedelarge]

Title: Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 62: Missouri
Author: justinedelarge
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Warning: Wincest
Word Count: 2700
Disclaimer: I don't own what I don't own. But I do own what I do own, such as my original characters and my plot.
Summary: Juliane checks up on Dean's progress. Sam blames himself for not taking better care of Dean. John goes to Missouri and learns the truth.

Missouri stepped aside and let John enter her house. Once inside, she peered at him. "Looks like someone hasn't had a good night's sleep in a while." She patted him on the hand, and closed her other hand over his forearm. Her eyes went wide. "Oh honey," she said softly. "Oh no." Her eyes filled with tears. "Your poor boy."

John blinked, tried to pull his hand back, but she gripped his wrist tight. Her expression shifted from sorrow to something harder and more angry. "How could you have done that? How could you? Mary would be so ashamed of you."

John flinched, rocking back on his heels. He dropped his head. "I know."

"Sit down. We have a lot to talk about."

John sat down on her couch, holding himself off the multicolored afghan draped over the back.

"I'd offer you a drink, but you wouldn't take it, now, would you." Missouri watched John's face intently.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'd take water or tea."

Her stern expression softened. "Good for you. That's a good start to getting your boys back."

John shook his head. He was well aware of her abilities, but they still startled him. Missouri filled a stainless steel tea kettle with tap water and set it to boil, and brought him a glass of water.

He took a sip.

"John, you put that glass on my coffee table without a coaster, I'm going to smack you on the head."

John reached for a coaster and put the water glass down on it.

"Alright now. I'm not going to lay into you for what you did, because you're beating yourself up enough already. But I have to say this once. Shame on you, John Winchester."

John bowed his head like he did when his mother used to chastise him for being bad.

"But you're not here about that. You came for answers."

"Answers you wouldn't tell me before." His voice thrummed with accusation.

"Answers you weren't ready for before," Missouri countered.

John tipped his head, conceding the point. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of white fabric folded over itself and tied with ribbon. "I brought it."

Missouri cocked an eyebrow. "You're sure you're ready to give that up."

John nodded.

"Good." She extended her hand, palm up. John held the object in his hands, and finally gave it to her. She unwrapped it. Nestled into the fabric was a fire-charred gold necklace, contours of the figure on the chain softened from extreme heat, but still recognizable as an angel.

John winced at the sight. Missouri folded it back up and tucked it into a carved wooden box on the side table, dropping it in quickly like it was unpleasant to touch it. "It was unhealthy of you to keep this as a memento." She gave John a stern look.

"I know."

"I told you. It was poison. Trapping the pain and anguish of her death. Keeping that was going to affect your mind. Didn't I tell you that?"

"You did." John rubbed his hand over his beard.

"And see where it led." She shook her head at him. "So driven to get your revenge that you neglected your children." John's shoulders jerked. "And you almost lost your humanity."

"You're right," John whispered. He was silent for a moment. "You know what I need to know."

"Yes, John. I do."

"What does Azazel want with my son?"

The tea kettle wheezed, whistled, and screeched. Missouri pushed herself to her feet and poured hot water over two mugs, dropping a tea bag into each one.

She brought them back and set them on coasters on the coffee table. "You better brace yourself. You're not gonna like what I have to say."

Dean stirred with a groan. Sam sat up. "I'm on it." He got to his feet and went into the kitchen. He softened some vanilla ice cream in the microwave and spooned it into a tall glass, stirring it until it reached the consistency of a milkshake that had been sitting on a diner counter for a little while. Dean had stumbled out of the bedroom by then, stopped off in the bathroom, and emerged into the living room.

Sam stuck a bendy straw in the glass and handed him his shake. When Dean had drunk half of it, wincing at the pain in his mouth, Sam brought him a glass of room temperature water and a pain pill. Dean almost choked trying to get it down, causing Sam a moment of consternation, but he managed to swallow it.

"Finish it." Sam pushed the milkshake back into Dean's hands and stood over him until he drank the entire thing. Then he disappeared into the bedroom and came back with the pillows and the topmost blanket from the bed. He positioned the pillows on the end of the couch, and propped Dean up on them. He tossed Dean the remote, who caught it with one hand. Dean found an old Clint Eastwood Western and lay back with a groan.

Sam went into the kitchen and came back with the honey jar, and two bags of frozen peas wrapped in thin dish clothes. Dean allowed him to dab honey on his lip. Sam handed him the bags of peas. "I should have thought of this sooner."

"It's ok, Sammy." Dean placed the frozen peas on his face, one on each side. When the cold penetrated the fabric and reached his abused flesh, he groaned.

Sam reached down and ran his fingers through Dean's hair, scratching his scalp lightly. Dean sighed, closing his eyes. Sam chuckled, and slowly worked his fingernails over Dean's head. He did this for a long time. Finally, Dean gave a deeper sigh, settling into the couch.

"Pain meds kicking in?"

"Yes, sir. Yes, they are."

"Good." Sam stroked Dean's hair back the way he liked it. "I'm going to get some fresh bandages. Ok?"

"Ok." Dean swiped his tongue over his honey-coated lips.

"Don't lick."

"Sweet."

"Fine." Sam smeared another layer of honey over Dean's mouth and sucked the excess off his finger. Dean's eyes went soft and smouldering. Sam blushed. Dean raised his eyebrows, and glanced at the honey jar.

"Yeah." Sam's voice was soft. "But later, ok? You need to heal up."

Dean murmured, "'K." Sam pulled the blanket over Dean and called Juliane to let him know he was coming over.

Juliane greeted him. "Hey, uh, Sam."

Sam nodded, an embarrassed expression on his face. "Yeah. It's Sam."

"You look like a Sam."

Sam shrugged, not knowing how to respond to that.

Juliane walked up to him and pulled him in for a hug. "I'm so sorry. How is he?"

Sam looked down at her. "You've been practicing your hugs."

Juliane tugged her sweater down to cover her wrists. Her cheeks turned a little pinker. Sam looked across the room at Danny, nose-deep in a book. "Not so bad?"

She gave Sam a wry look. "Not terrible, no."

Danny was conspicuously trying not to listen.

"Anyway, hey, I need some fresh bandages for Dean."

She perked up. "Let me come back with you and take a look." She quickly gathered some supplies for Sam, and followed him down the hall to the apartment. Inside, the TV was on but Dean was out, bags of peas on his face, one arm hanging off the couch.

"Dean. Wake up." Sam turned off the TV.

"Pudding," Dean murmured.

Sam laughed, then his eyebrows went up. "Good idea." He crouched down next to Dean and took his free hand. "Hey."

Dean's eyes flashed open. He was wide awake in an instant, wary and totally alert.

"Got someone pretty here to change your bandage."

Juliane rolled her eyes at Sam, and went to the kitchen to wash her hands. Dean sat up, shoving the blanket down onto his lap. Juliane sat next to him. She carefully peeled the surgical tape away and removed his bandage.

Dean watched her face carefully.

She grinned. "It looks good." She looked up at Sam. "It looks really good."

"Yeah?" Sam and Dean said in unison.

"Absolutely." She tipped Dean's chin up to get a better look. "You really did an incredible job on these stitches."

Sam glanced at the floor, suddenly shy. Juliane noticed his discomfort at the praise, as did Dean. "He's not used to being told he did a good job." Sam's eyes met Dean's, memories of John lighting up in their minds, and not pleasant ones.

Juliane reached for the antibiotic ointment. "Well, you sure did a good job with this." She smeared a light coating over the sutures. "You don't need a bandage anymore. Just keep it covered with this, and don't let it dry out. The cut will heal faster if you don't let it scab up. You might want to bandage it at night, if you sleep on your side. But use this as often as you can. 10-20 times a day." She recapped the tube and handed it to Dean. "Clean hands."

"Yes, ma'am." Dean gave a little smile, but not too wide.

She put her fingers on the hinge of his jaw. "Can you open your mouth? Real slow. As far as you can comfortably." Dean did as he was asked, signs of pain clear but he managed to open his jaw nearly all the way. "Good. No clicking, and your jaw tracks like it's supposed to." Dean beamed like she'd just given him an A on his final.

She lightly brushed her fingers over the bruising on his face. "It's a good thing you're a good-looking guy under all this," she teased. She tilted her head to look up at Sam. "Have you ever tried the vinegar trick?"

Sam's eyes darkened, both of them remembering John draping vinegar-soaked rags over Sam's bruised skin. Dean spoke up. "Yeah. We have." He looked at Sam, wordlessly asking if it was ok, if it wouldn't be too distressing for him to have a reminder of John tending to his injuries.

"I should have thought of that sooner too." Sam shook his head. "Like the pudding."

"Pudding? That sounds awesome." Dean sat up.

Juliane left the bag of supplies on the coffee table. "There's vinegar in the cabinet under the sink, and it's ok if you use the washcloths in the linen closet." She tugged on her ponytail, securing the band higher up. "And come borrow some movies if you want."

"Ok." Sam hugged her, careful not to squeeze too hard or lock her in his arms. Dean stood up and looked at her questioningly, clearly wanting to give her a hug too.

Sam released her. She surveyed Dean. "Practice, right?" She glanced at Sam. "Alright." Dean held his arms out and she slowly moved in. His arms settled around her and she tensed, but then relaxed. "Huh." She let Dean hug her for a moment, then pulled away.

"Not too bad?" Dean asked.

"You smell good."

Dean turned to Sam, his face lifting and rearranging himself in the way he did when he was pleased with himself.

Juliane rubbed the back of her neck. "If you want to talk about what all happened out there… I'm not prying. Your business is your own. But—" She shook her head. "I don't usually do this. And by usually, I mean ever. But if we can help." She met Sam's gaze. "We're willing to do that."

Sam's surprise registered in his body, in the way his weight rocked back on his heels, and the low exhalation of breath over his teeth. "Thank you. That's… thank you."

"Just let me know." Juliane pulled her sweater close around her and left them to their privacy.

Dean laid back on the couch. "She's really nice," he murmured.

Sam nodded. He busied himself in the kitchen, pulling out a wide glass bowl and a large box from the cupboard. When he pulled the milk from the refrigerator, Dean's face lit up. "Is that what I think it is?"

Sam gave him an indulgent look. "Yep." He tore open the package of instant chocolate pudding, upending it over the bowl, and whisked the milk into it. He set the bowl in the refrigerator. "Alright, let's get you all stinky." He pulled the jug of vinegar out from under the sink.

"Sammy loves me," Dean murmured, settling back on the couch, loopy from the pain meds.

More than you even know, Sam thought, as he retrieved a stack of washcloths from the hallway closet.

John fell back on the couch. "She…what?"

"She made a deal with Azazel. To bring you back."

John couldn't even formulate the question.

"He did it on the condition that she let him into your home later, let him have a moment alone with your son Sam." John's face twisted, barely able to take in what Missouri was saying. "She was supposed to stay out. But she couldn't, John. She couldn't let that demon do what he was going to do to your boy. And he killed her for it."

John buried his face in his hands.

"There's more." He stared at her in horror. "This demon. He has a plan, see? For some very special children. Like Sam."

John shook his head, like he couldn't take hearing another word.

"You asked for answers. You want them or not?"

"Jesus," John breathed.

"Jesus isn't part of this narrative," Missouri said. "Now do you want to hear the rest?"

"Yes. Christ—I mean, yes."

"He put his blood in your boy."

John went pale.

"That's what it does, this demon. It makes the little ones swallow some of its blood. So it can develop the abilities they already have, as they grow up."

"Why?"

She shook her head sorrowfully. "So it can use them."

John held his hands out, palms facing her. "No. No. Not Sam."

"John."

"There's not demon blood in my son."

"I'm afraid there is."

"That makes him…"

Missouri leaned forward. "That makes him Sam." She stabbed her finger at him. "Your boy is human. He's your son. And he's got free will. Don't you forget that."

John looked around frantically. "I'm going to throw up. I think I'm going to throw up."

"You'd best get yourself to the bathroom then. I don't want you throwing up on my rug."

John took a drink of water, trying to settle his stomach, but to no avail. He gagged, and staggered into the bathroom. He made sounds of being sick, then ran the tap to rinse his mouth.

When he came back into the living room, he looked like he'd aged ten years.

"Sit down." Missouri made him drink his tea. "Now, all these special children, something might happen to them. Or not. That's why he made so many."

"So many," John repeated dully.

"I saw what you did to that boy. And you justified it by thinking he wasn't human because he drank demon blood. And because you needed to avenge the death of your wife. Now, the fact that he hadn't drunk demon blood isn't relevant to what we're talking about here. But if he had, that would have been the difference." Missouri's eyes softened. "Sam was a little bitty baby. He didn't choose it. He couldn't stop it. It was done to him."

John blinked, as though Missouri had thrown him a lifeline.

"Sam has a choice. You remember that. You hold onto that. And Sam has had someone very special with him his whole life. Keeping him safe. Keeping him…pure." John nodded, knowing the name she would say before she uttered it. "Dean." She took a sip of tea. "If it weren't for that boy, I'd have told you the whole sad story all those years ago, even if it drove you crazy like I saw it would. Because Sam would have needed a whole lot of help. But he had Dean." A sly grin curled the corners of her mouth. "Everyone underestimated that child except Sam. Even you. And certainly that damn demon." She leaned back in her chair. "And that mistake is gonna come back to bite him in the ass."

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Comments

[deansdirtybb.livejournal.com]

"Everyone underestimated that child except Sam." So simple, but one of my favorite lines ever.

Thank you

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

To me, those six words sum up Dean, and the fundamental wound he carries.

Re: Thank you

[deansdirtybb.livejournal.com]

Yes! And it also encompasses the way Sam and Dean understand each other in a way no one else understands them...which to me is the base of their incredible love and devotion to each other and is a big part of what makes that love so beautiful and special.

Such a great line, really. To capture that much in so few words - love you and your amazing talent!

Re: Thank you

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Yes!

And thank you. That was very sweet of you to say.

[thestarkat.livejournal.com]

I know my day will be better than average when I see "Justine Delarge has posted a new entry" in my email. Good for Missouri for giving John shit, and I always love the day to day interactions between the boys. <3

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Yay! And I love domestic Wincest too. I just love the boys, period. I'd love them just having a backyard barbecue and hanging out in the jacuzzi.

Ooh...

[thestarkat.livejournal.com]

Boys + jacuzzi = *thud*

[rianadrarrylove.livejournal.com]

Aw god Missouri was my favourite character ever I was so sad she never re-appeared... But her tenacity and bluntness is perfect. Also, everyone underestimating Dean /sobs/ 'cause of course, Dean is included in that 'everyone'. Lovely chapter- loving Julianne's developing recovery and maternal care for the boys!(and Danny of course!)

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Dean includes himself, yes. And it's so rewarding for me to be able to get my hands on the character and ease the pain of that a little. So glad you thought I got Missouri right. I worked on that particularly.

[masja-17.livejournal.com]

Loved this! So good! And I really miss Missouri on Show.

Yes, everyone underestimates Dean.

Think I saw a blurb: "Juliane rolled her eyes at Sam, and went to the kitchen to watch her hands." Shouldn't it be "washed her hands"?

Love
B

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

You mean a typo(a blurb is s short description of a book, movie, etc., written for promotional purposes)? Thanks for catching that! I fixed it.

[masja-17.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's what I meant, tired...

Love to help!

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

I sure was tired too when I wrote and posted that. It was after 1 am!

[imaginecoolname.livejournal.com]

Oh, I love your Missouri, I think you captured her perfectly. I loved her on the show as well and to this day can't understand why they never brought her back. Glad you remedied that. :) What she said about Dean and his importance in Sam's life was so spot-on, it encapsulates so much of his character and the boys' relationship.

Hopefully John will take her words to heart, I've read a few fics where John can't accept the fact of the demon blood and reacts horribly, so here's wishing he does better in your version. Though on the other hand I admittedly love to hate him a little, and you've walked that line so well throughout this fic, so I guess I'll happily take whatever you come up with. At least now the truth about Azazel is out so hopefully the boys will get to hear what's what as well so they can be somewhat prepared.

Domestic!boys always warm my heart, so those moments were lovely as well. Juliane and Danny have really grown on me, so it's good to see Juliane coming out of her shell a little.

Great new chapter, thank you!

[deezy-y.livejournal.com]

Yes! to the whole last paragraph. :D

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

:)

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

*SQUEALS* : ) x