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Like A Virgin. // Dean // Nov 5, 2016 21:58:09 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 5, 2016 21:58:09 GMT -5

"I don't like this at all." Dr. Visyak chased after Dean, getting in front of him and putting up both hands. He'd just returned from the Impala, carrying the bag that held his new plan to free the sword. "You do realize that this is the single most valuable artifact you have ever touched" she went on imploringly. "It's also the only weapon we got" Dean reminded her. "Look, I know what I'm doing, okay? I actually learned it all from Bobby." She remained unconvinced. "Hey, whatever happened there, you know he's at least a genius at this" Dean added with confidence. Dr. Visyak still seemed to be on the fence so Dean went in for the kill, locking eyes with her intensely. "Do you want me to kill that dragon or not?"

It took another minute but Dr. Visyak finally conceded with a sigh and backed clear of Dean's path. "Ok." Dean nodded confidently. "Trust me." Stepping forward, he knelt beside the giant boulder and pulled a c4 explosive from within his bag, smirking. "You rocks think you're so smart."
~~~

Ten minutes later he'd finished attaching all the c4s and took a step back, admiring his handiwork. "Well...welcome to the 21st Century." He unrolled the length of wire connecting the explosives to the trigger in his hand, backing up until he and Dr. Visyak were in the hallway and then closed the door. "Ready?" He winked, holding the trigger in one hand and using the other to hold the door in place. Dr. Visyak didn't look ready. Her smile was strained at best and seemed to be asking him, "are you serious"? Dean's lips twitched. "Fair enough." Without saying another word, he pressed the trigger button and a colossally loud explosion raked through the adjacent room, the door shaking against Dean's hand. "Alright. Here we go." He laid the trigger down on the ground and pushed open the doors, revealing the still smoke filled room, pieces of rock debris littering the floor. Dean strode forward, approaching the last little bit of the original boulder, where the sword was still sticking out of but easy to pull free now with nothing surrounding it in entirety. Grinning triumphantly, Dean gripped its handle and lifted. And only half the sword came out.

Dean's smile flickered. Turning slowly, he caught sight of the devastated expression on Dr. Visyak's face and chuckled weakly.

"You've got insurance for this right?"

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Like A Virgin. // Dean // Nov 10, 2016 22:10:42 GMT -5

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Sam was completely cold and numb all over. He'd managed to keep it together as Castiel gave a detailed account of what had gone down when Sam was soulless, all the way up to and including how he'd tried to kill Bobby. And this was only what the angel knew about. There was probably a crap load of other things Sam had done that he wasn't aware of.

"Are you alright Sam" Castiel wanted to know when he'd finished and Sam said nothing. Sam gave his head a little shake, trying to smile. "Yeah, Cas, I'm fine. I just need to get back to work on this case." "Sure, of course" Castiel agreed, standing. "I understand. It was good to see you Sam." "Thanks Cas." The tiny smile Sam had finally managed was strained but the angel didn't seem to notice. "For everything."
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Dean returned from Dr. Visyak's office about an hour after that. Sam had had time to wrap his head further around this new information and felt relatively stable, able to act normal around his brother, who held out half of a sword. "What are we supposed to do with this Dean??" Sam raised an eyebrow incredulously.

"Give it a booster shot?"

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Like A Virgin. // Dean // Nov 10, 2016 22:20:48 GMT -5

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"It's what we got. All right?" Dean set the jagged blade down on the table, rolling his eyes. "We're just gonna have to get a little closer. That's all. Now where are we on the caves?" "Nowhere" Sam confessed, but before Dean could grouch about it, the younger Winchester was holding up one finger to make a point. "Sewers, on the other hand..." He gestured. "Here check this out." A large blueprint of the underground sewer system was laid out on the table just beside where Dean had rested the sword. Sam jabbed his finger at a central location. "Two of the disappearances happened within a mile of here. So I think we start there and work our way around." "Awesome." Dean rolled his eyes again. "Who doesn't love sewers."

He shouldered their canvas duffel bag of weapons, grabbed the dragon sword from the table and added it, then made a move for the door. "Let's go." He was only two steps before realizing that Sam was hanging back with one of those "there's something I want to say but I'm not sure if I should say it" looks. Dean eyed him searchingly. "What?" There was another beat of silence, Sam seeming to struggle internally before he shook his head, waving it off. "Nothing. Let's go." So off they went.
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"Ugh!" Dean made a face as they moved deeper into the sewers, the stench making his insides curl. "God. Just when I get used to a smell, I hit a new flavor." He rounded the corner to find yet another stretch of grimy, grungy passageway with no sign of disturbance. "Dude, we have been here for hours" he complained, kicking a rock out of his path. "There is nothing. I think the lore is off." He sighed and then brightened with sarcastic hopefullness. "Hey, what if, uh...What if dragons like nice hotels?" Ignoring Dean's question and aiming his flashlight over his shoulder, Sam raised an eyebrow. "What's that?" "What?" Dean turned, aiming his own flashlight, and found himself face to face with a mound of gold jewelry. Necklaces, watches and the like were heaped together and rose off the ground in three massive piles each about three feet high. Dean's eyes widened. "Holy crap."

Moving forward, he knelt and lifted a handful of it, letting the objects sift back through his fingers into the pile. "Ok, maybe there are dragons here" he relented, seeing no other option for the hoards. He picked up another handful eagerly, beginning to stuff his pockets. "Wait, Dean, not now" Sam argued, shifting the focus of his flashlight to something just around the corner out of Dean's line of vision. "Check this out." Sam walked off, moving towards whatever he was looking at and Dean, after hastily filling his other pocket, followed. By the time he'd caught up to Sam, the younger Winchester was standing in front of a large wooden alter, covered in lit candles, handdrawn symbols and, in the dead center, an open leather bound book. "A little arts and crafty for a giant bat right" Sam questioned, reaching out to turn a page in the book. Before his hand had made it all the way there, however, a frightened girl's voice called out from a distance, "hello? Is anyone there??" The boys exchanged a look and then, alter forgotten, began to quickly make their way through the sewer towards her voice, eventually finding her and a dozen or so other girls trapped beneath the grating of the sewer floor. "Hey, it's ok, we're going to get you out of there" Dean promised, grabbing a crowbar and trying to use some leverage to open the grates. The girl, who Dean recognized as Penny from the missing person's flyer, shrank away from him with wide, horrified eyes and Dean didn't have to turn around or hear the crash of Sam being thrown backwards to know the dragon was behind them.

Reaching into the weapons duffel, he surfaced with the dragon blade and turned, brandishing it. The dragon, who just looked like a regular guy to be perfectly honest, scoffed. "Where do you think you're going to stick that" he challenged. Without wasting time on a clever comeback, Dean lunged, slicing at the dragon's arm and managing to get a good deep gash in before the dragon shoved Dean backwards a few steps, regaining some distance. Now he was eyeing the blade with a little more skepticism. "Where'd you get that thing?" Dean's lips twitched dryly.

"Comic Con."

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Like A Virgin. // Dean // Nov 18, 2016 19:21:46 GMT -5

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Sam finally managed to get back to his feet, slightly winded, just in time to watch his brother get punched in the face and then kicked in the hand, sending the blade skittering away harmlessly. Sam made a move for it and a second dragon appeared practically out of nowhere, getting between Sam and the dragon knife. Each brother battled with their individual dragon for a few minutes before it appeared that while Sam was gaining the upper hand on his, Dean was losing it. Dean's dragon had cornered him and was advancing with one glowing hand. Sam lifted one foot and slammed it into his dragon's chest, gaining enough separation between them to sprint over, snatch up the blade and stab the dragon attacking Dean in the back, taking him completely by surprise. As the one dragon fell to the ground, dead, the other morphed into a giant bat and escaped. Sam dropped the blade to the ground with a clatter and rubbed at his forehead. "Dragons." It would never stop sounding weird.
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Back at Bobby's, Sam found Dean at a picnic table in the back yard, sifting through the duffel bag of gold he'd taken from the sewers. As Sam approached, Dean looked up and gestured at the watch he was holding with a broad grin. "Hey Sam, ask me what time it is." Sam rolled his eyes. "Why don't you cut to the chase and just roll in it?" "I rarely have wealth" Dean reminded him, tuning the watch in blissful happiness. Sam watched him for a minute, struggling to keep up his own smile. Finally, he gave up and let it fade, taking a seat opposite his brother. "Dean, I am...so so sorry...I cant even begin to say" he apologized, a catch in his voice. He'd been at war with himself ever since learning about his loss and return of a soul situation but he couldn't go on pretending he didn't know.

"For what" Dean wondered idly, the pile of gold before him keeping most of his focus. Sam waited until they were locking eyes, his expression serious. "You know what." The grin slid right off of Dean's face faster than melting ice-cream in July. "Did Bobby" he began but Sam cut him off before he could finish the question. "Cas." "Cas. Friggen child" Dean muttered, dropping the watch back into the duffel. "You should have told me Dean" Sam countered, to which Dean shot back flatly, "you weren't supposed to know Sam!" Sam shook his head in exasperation. "What I did? To Bobby?" He swallowed hard, gesturing wildly at his brother. "To you? Of course I should know." Dean passed a weary hand over his face before explaining, "Sam, Death didn't just shove your soul back in, okay? He put up the great wall of Sam between you and the things that you don't remember. And trust me when I say that the things you don't know could kill you." He pinned Sam with a laser sharp stare full of intensity. "That is not a joke." "All right" Sam agreed. "But I have to set things right. Or what I can, anyway." "It wasn't YOU" Dean insisted, which did nothing to help Sam's inner turmoil. "You know, I kind of feel like I got slipped the worst mickey of all time...and I woke up to find out that I had burnt the whole city down" he started metaphorically. "And you can say it wasn't me, but...I'm the one with the zippo in my pocket, you know? So I'm not sure it's that cut and dry." He noticed Dean opening his mouth, preparing to protest some more and head him off at the pass. "Look, I a-appreciate you trying to protect me" he promised. "I really do. But I got to fix... What I got to fix. So I need to know what I did."

"But you don't know how dangerous that could be" Dean argued feebly, looking physically ill at the thought. "What would you do" Sam pressed, not needing a verbal confirmation, or the way his brother turned his head slightly so they were no longer locking eyes, to know the answer. "Right." He nodded confidently. Like brother like brother.

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Like A Virgin. // Dean // Nov 18, 2016 20:24:09 GMT -5

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"Sam..." Dean tried to come up with a counterargument that would keep his brother safe from potentially damaging that wall, but before he could get out anymore than the younger Winchester's name, Bobby was approaching them with a grim look. "Boys...something I think you ought to see." Dean let out a heavy sigh. "Well that sounds promising."
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"Now, as near as I can figure it, this dates back around the fourteenth century" Bobby informed them back in his library, seated behind his desk, pushing the old leather bound book they'd found in the sewers closer to the standing brothers. "What language is it" Sam wanted to know, pulling up a chair and beginning to leaf through the pages while Dean remained standing. "Da Vinci code. Real obscure Latinate." Bobby sighed gruffly. "Gonna take me my golden years to translate it all. Oh, and, uh, FYI—that ain't paper." He inclined his head at the pages of the book that both brothers were now handling. Dean flipped a page. "So what is it?" Bobby leaned back in his chair. "It's human skin."

Making a face, Dean quickly withdrew his hand. Sam did the same, pushing the book by its leather binding back towards Bobby, who gestured at it again. "Okay. I'm fairly clear on this first bit. It basically describes this place...it's like the backside of your worst nightmares. It's all blood and bone and darkness. Filled with the bodies and souls of all things hungry, sharp, and nasty." "Monsters" Sam concluded and Bobby gave an unhappy nod. "It's monsterland. According to this, it goes by many names, most of which I can't pronounce, but I'm thinking you know Purgatory." The boys swapped a look. "Purgatory" Dean echoed, crossing to pour himself a glass of scotch from Bobby's mini-bar. A conversation about purgatory seemed to warrant something stronger to drink than just beer. "Awesome." He gave a dry smile, downing half the glass in one go. "Well, that is good to know."

Taking a seat on the moth eaten sofa, Dean swallowed another gulp of scotch before adding, "so, you're saying that these, uh, dragon freaks were squatting in the sewers and reading tone poems about purgatory?" Bobby shook his head grimly and corrected, "oh, no, no, no. They're reading an instruction manual." Dean stared. "What?" "Yeah." Bobby gave an even more grim shake of the head. "If you're nuts enough to want access to a place that gnarly, this book will show you how to open a door." The boys exchanged another glance. "Door to purgatory." Dean still could not believe they were having this discussion. "Well, I know a demon who would have loved to have known about that." He drained the rest of his glass and then tipped it at the book. "So, how do you open the door?" "Ask Cloverfield." Bobby flipped to where the last page of the book should be but only held the tattered edges, indicating it had been ripped free. "I'm pretty sure he's got that page." Dean sank back against the cushions, massaging his temples. "It gets worse" Bobby added after a minute of silence. "Worse" the brothers echoed blankly, staring at Bobby as though he'd lost his mind.

"This ain't talking about how to take a vacation over there" Bobby informed them. "This is all about opening a door to let something in." "Bringing something here" Sam summarized, looking as off-put as Dean felt. "What?" Bobby shrugged uncertainly. "I'm working on it." "Work faster" Dean demanded heatedly. Preferably before the damn thing showed up. "Dean." Sam gave him a pointed look and Dean held up his hands in silent apology before inquiring with less hostility, "can you give us anything?" Bobby didn't seem too offended by Dean's snap. "I've got a name" he informed them. Dean waited for a beat before pressing, "...ok?" Bobby waited a beat of his own before delivering it. "Mother." The name meant absolutely nothing to Dean and apparently it meant nothing to Sam either who tried to get some clarification. "Mother of what? Dragons?" "I wish." Bobby sighed and closed the leather book. "It says it a couple of times in here. Mother of All." Dean stared slackjawed at Bobby.

They were going to need something stronger than scotch.

[THE END.]

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