Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 86: Strange Bedfellows

[justinedelarge]

Title: Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 86: Strange Bedfellows
Author: justinedelarge
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Warning: Wincest
Word Count:2100
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: Sam gets the call from Gus, and finds out what else their knives can do.
Note: Sorry this chapter is a little short. I wrote as much as I could today but I'm exhausted.
Master post of all chapters here

Dean awoke, crammed onto the couch with Sam, the throw barely covering him. His feet were cold. His arm was in an uncomfortable position. But Sam was asleep in his arms. So he didn’t move, and just watched Sam breathe. In and out. Effortless. After what Sam had been through, the pain it had caused him to take a simple breath, Dean would never take Sam’s breathing for granted again.

In and out. Effortless. Safe in his arms.

Sam jerked like a dog having a bad dream. Then he settled down again. Another jerk, stronger this time. Sam awoke, his hands fluttering to his temples with a low moan of pain.

Dean’s breath stopped. “Sam?”

Sam jolted again, cried out, hands pressed to his head. He recoiled from Dean, curling up, and fell off the couch, landing on his side hard and barely missed cracking his head open on the corner of the coffee table.

Please Sam Winchester please come it’s important so important please come

Dean was off the couch and kneeling at Sam’s side, shoving the coffee table away hard for its crime of nearly cutting Sam’s head open.

Sam rolled onto his hands and knees, dropping his head, then rolling it from side to side on the carpet, trying to find relief from the pain.

“Sammy. Talk to me.” Dean didn’t panic. He’d been protecting Sam for so long he snapped into warrior mode without hesitation. “Where’s the pain coming from?”

please come Sam Winchester we have news you must see for yourself please we need you

“Voice in my head,” Sam gasped. “Jesus fucking Christ, alright!” Turn the volume down you’re hurting me I’ll come

Inside Sam’s head, silence. Then, so softly,

I’m sorry I didn’t intend to cause you pain thank you thank you

The pain stopped.

Sam sucked in a shivery breath, then exhaled, collapsing onto his stomach. Dean rubbed his shoulders. “Is it gone?”

“Yeah.”

Sam let Dean raise him up to a seated position. His hands shook.

“Ok, warm clothes for you.” Dean helped Sam to his feet.

Sam winced again.

“Voice still going?”

Sam shook his head, staring at Dean. “You’re like one solid bruise.”

Dean shrugged. “You’ve had worse. You didn’t complain.”

“Yeah I did,” Sam protested.

“Actually, Sam. You didn’t.” Dean remembered Sam struggling to take a deep breath for Dean, despite his ribs hurting savagely, and doing it without a word of complaint. Remembered how brave Sammy was, tapping out his location in Morse code while he was being tortured.

Sam blinked rapidly, mouth opening—and shutting. “Well, I was complaining a lot in my head.”

“Ok. On the inside I’m crying like a little girl.” Dean patted Sam’s shoulder. “Come on. Warm clothes. Then you tell me what’s up.”

Sam wouldn’t let Dean dress him. In fact, he ended up dressing Dean. Even with the pain meds, he moved slowly, limbs reluctant to bend.  When they were both clothed, safely wrapped in their flannel shirts, Sam sat on the bed next to Dean. “It was Gus.”

“The demon?”

Sam nodded. “He asked me to come. Said they had news. Something I had to see. Said they needed me.”

“That all?”

Sam shrugged. “He said please a lot.”

Dean’s eyebrows shot up. He thought for a moment. “You think word’s gotten around?”

Sam thought about it, then nodded. “Maybe.”

“You sure you want us to go? Maybe they’re lined up out there gunning for us. Might be pissed we took out the big boss.” Dean looked around. “Maybe we ought to stay right here where they can’t get to us.”

“Hang on.” Sam closed his eyes, and as if it was a last-minute thought, he took Dean’s hand in his.

Hey.

Sam Winchester?

Sam concentrated hard, brow furrowing, sweat beading at the hollow of his throat.  Dean’s hand on his anchored him, sent strength pouring into him. He reached out with his thoughts, seeing them suddenly in his mind’s eye like a sea anemone, tendrils waving, and then plunged them into the presence he felt as Gus, plugging each one into him. The connection roared to life.

Is it safe for us to come out? The thought flowed freely, clearly.

A feeling of surprise, then gentle laughter. No one on Earth is safer than you two.

Gus’s thoughts came without distortion, eloquent and complete.

Are you sure?

You don’t understand. You killed him. Killed Azazel. No demon will touch Sam or Dean Winchester. They are afraid. Terribly, terribly afraid.

Good. The thought escaped Sam before he could clamp down on it.

~

Sam explained to Dean they were safe to go. He didn’t even try to get Dean to stay behind. He just walked him out, explaining the situation briefly to Danny in the common room, and walked to the car. No demons guarded the entrance. No demons were anywhere. Sam drove them to the hospital.

When they walked into Rosier’s hospital room, he was awake. His smiled upon seeing them. “The warrior kings,” he said.

Sam and Dean stared at him in surprise. “The last time we saw you, you were screaming like a banshee,” Sam began.

“In a moment. First, I must thank you. For killing Azazel.” Rosier glanced at Gus, a surprisingly tender glance with a steel backbone of righteous anger. “It was on my list. Not that I could have done it. But…I was going to try.”

Gus stared at the thin hospital blanket, a tinge of color on his cheeks.

“What, demons don’t like other demons?” Dean snapped.

“Does that surprise you?” Rosier reached out for Gus, who took his hand.

“Yeah. I thought you all were evil douchebags. What’s not to like?”

“Dean.” Sam scolded him gently.

“I can’t help it, Sammy.” Dean balled his fists in his jeans pockets. Sam knew why Dean didn’t like Rosier. The nightclub proposition, standing too close to Sam. The kiss in the hospital room to seal the deal.

Sam made a gesture with his head toward Rosier holding Gus’s hand.

Dean softened slightly.“So what, he pissed in your Cheerios one too many times?”

Rosier’s expression on the half of his face that not bandaged was stormy. He stroked his thumb over the back of Gus’s hand. “He did something that was unforgivable to me.” Gus closed his eyes, a tear falling onto Rosier’s wrist. “Shh, little one,” he whispered. “He’ll never touch you again.”

Without warning, Sam took a few steps and put his hand on the back of Gus’s neck. His eyes fluttered shut. Gus gasped, instantly locking into a two-way connection with Sam.

Gus, restrained, unable to escape, Azazel using the probe inside his cock to torture him, screaming and screaming and screaming as the electric shocks ran through him

Sam, restrained, unable to escape, the man using his powers like a cattle prod on his cock, screaming and screaming and screaming as the electric shocks ran through him

Sam dropped his hand, breaking the connection. Sam and Gus looked at each other, tears stinging in their eyes, sharing an unspoken understanding.

“What’d you see, Sammy?” Dean put his hand on Sam’s lower back, steadying him.

“Enough.” Sam watched Rosier carefully, saw how tenderly he held Gus’s hand. The feelings he felt radiating from them both were mere tendrils, just the beginnings, but he recognized it as the first stirrings of what he and Dean had.

“How did you do it?” Rosier asked. “How did you kill him?”

Sam described how they had stabbed him with both knives, how it seemed to set up some sort of resonance.

“Astonishing,” Rosier whispered. “Is there anything your weapons cannot do?”

“Yeah, well.  Our knife exorcism failed.” Sam regarded Rosier with something close to embarrasment.

“Not exactly.”

Sam frowned.

“Your blade. Would you take it out? Please.”

“Sure are polite now that we ganked the head honcho.” Dean couldn’t stop himself.

“Dean. Cut it out. I mean it.”

Dean took a deep breath and turned away, trying to control his temper. Sam took out his knife.

“Hold it up.”

Sam held it up to Rosier’s face. An expression of pure astonishment spilled over his features. “Dean. Look.”

Dean turned to look, and the same look of astonishment broke across his face. Rosier was looking right at the markings on the blade, his green eyes wide open, not a trace of black in them.

“Wait…what?” Dean shook his head.

Sam did all the tests. Rosier did not react to any of them.

“You’re…human?”

“Yes.”

“…the knife…cured you?”

Rosier nodded, a flicker of exhaustion on his face from all the exertion and talking. Gus gave him a drink of water and put more balm on his lips to keep them from cracking.

“Tell us.”

Rosier slowly described it for them, how he desperately tried to escape his vessel to get away from what Sam’s knife introduced into him but he was locked inside, how that light crawled through him, awoke the long-dormant shred of humanity left in him, how locked into his vessel he had no choice but to face all the things he had done, and suffer for them, until he gave in completely, willing to give up his very right to exist in true penance, and then, only then, how the demon corruption left him.

“Whoa.” Dean rubbed his jaw.

“Dean.” Sam’s eyes gleamed, bright with elation. “We can cure demons.”

Gus rose to his feet. “That’s what I wanted to ask you. Would you…could you cure me too?”

The hope on his face was so keen it was nearly unbearable to Sam. “Yeah. We can do this. Right, Dean?”

“Not so fast, Sam.” Dean’s cheeks were pink, and a faint sheen of sweat appeared on his brow.

“Pain pills wearing off?”

“No. I mean, yes, but I mean… this guy was locked into his vessel. Locked in by like the most powerful demon that’s ever walked topside.”

“We get them in a devil’s trap. Lock them down so they can’t bug out. Stick them with the knife, let it do its thing.”

Rosier spoke, his voice quieter, the pain and fatigue clear in it. “Not that easy. Been caught in those traps before. You can…move around a little. If you want to. Leave the vessel and stay in the circle. This was different.” He took a breath. “This was like being nailed down.” He raised his hand and gestured to the places where Azazel had put his hands to anchor him to his vessel. “Tied up with ropes all over you. Can’t move at all. Can’t get out of the vessel. While whatever’s in those knives moves through you. That’s why it worked. Had no other choice. Unbearable to be—“ Rosier coughed.”— human and demon at the same time.” He looked up at Gus, gritting his teeth at the fragile hope on his face about to shatter.

“I want to be human. Like you.” Gus’s lower lip quivered.

“I know. You never gave into it completely.” Rosier turned his attention to Sam and Dean. “Need to rest. Don’t have much left here. I don’t think the devil’s trap will work. He’d be stuck inside the circle outside his vessel, but he couldn’t—wouldn’t—re-enter it. Like…purgatory.”

Dean exhaled loudly. “And if we broke the trap…”

“He’d be sent back to Hell.”

Gus turned away and buried his face in his hands.

“Doesn’t anyone else know how to do this staple trick?” Dean asked.

Rosier sighed. “I didn’t even know that was possible. I’ve never heard of anything like it.”

Gus spun back around to face Sam and Dean, dropping his hands to his sides. His face was wet. “But you can find out. Right? You and your people. You’re the best. Aren’t you?” He gestured to Sam’s knife, back in his sheath. “I mean, someone made those knives, right? You killed Azazel with them. The King of Hell. Lucifer’s child. Not just killed. Erased.” He searched Dean’s face, then Sam’s. “You can find out how he locked Rosy in. I know you can.” Dean’s eyebrows went up at the term of endearment.

Gus dropped to one knee in front of Sam in a curiously formal movement.  “I was ready to follow you before. As the Boy King. I’ll serve you now. I’ll pledge myself to you. If you help me become human.” Sam tried to take a step back, but Gus reached up and took Sam’s hand in his, fingers curling around his wrist gently, not demanding. Pleading. “If you find out how he did it, you can cure us all.”

Comments

[dont-hate-me01.livejournal.com]

Actually felt sorry for Gus, I do hope Sam and Dean can help him!

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

I model Gus on those guys who get sent to prison for making one mistake, not doing something really horrible but something goes wrong and they end up in prison, and there they are turned into something far worse than when they went in, through being surrounded by hopelessness and real criminals, real evil, and the abuse and torment. That's how Gus became a demon.

[thestarkat.livejournal.com]

Breakfast, coffee, and a new chapter of SGADM. It's gonna be a good day. :)

Them maybe able to cure all the demons is an intriguing idea...

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to be able to develop that plot thread in this book. BUT... can you say standalone novel about OCs that I can legally publish? Or at least a SGaDM sequel.

[masja-17.livejournal.com]

I believe Sam and Dean will be able to find the way to cure demons with the knifes! Also agree with dont_hate_me01, felt sorry for Gus! He isn't as yet locked in his body...

And yet again: Great chapter! Have gotten used to get these awesome updates from you!

<3

[rianadrarrylove.livejournal.com]

Okay I've loved Rosier and Gus from the get-go specifically because I felt like real spn has sort of lacked in 'real' character arcs since Meg and they sort of tapered her off with a shitty 'secret love' trope that I liked but it needed MORE and MORE AND MORE

and ugh you've given me the demon arcs I've wanted and also I like that Dean can't just forgive them because although they are good, they still fucked up and Sam has always been so willing to forgive- so desperate to forgive in hopes that someday someone will do the same for him and it's his best trait to a flaw really. he's forgiven even Dean in the real show to a point where even I was saying 'Fuck make him apologize make him beg sOMETHING COME ON SAM' so like yeah

I juST LOVE THIS so much I'm clinging to every word hoping it won't be the last just uHG.

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Yay! Yeah, there really are a singular lack of character arcs on the show. There's plot. Things happen. But as far as characters starting in one place and changing because of events? Not so much. Not even with Sam and Dean, except that they get more depressed and mean.

[spnjunkie25.livejournal.com]

WOW these last two chapters, SO much emotion! I really love how much LOVE you have put into this story! :) I'm kind of rooting for the boys to be able to help Gus and Rosy :D XOXO

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Love is the whole point of all of this. True, selfless love in action.

[imaginecoolname.livejournal.com]

As someone else mentioned as well, their knives being able to cure demons and not just exorcise them is truly a captivating idea. And Gus and Rosier have certainly grown on me, so I would like for Sam and Dean to be able to help them. I so love all the different ways that pure love can erase evil in your story. Wonderful update as always, thank you!

[alexisjane.livejournal.com]

Oooooo I like!
I really like Gus but hell, I still don't trust Rosier even though he's human now

[justinedelarge.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Rosier shouldn't get your immediate trust. Not that I have anything awful planned for him, but you know... you gotta earn trust.