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dixiehellcatWorlds Collide, part 4/11
Authors: dixiehellcat and tetiny68
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean, Bobby; Gen. Other SPN characters mentioned: Cas, Baltie, and one I can't tell yet cuz it's a surprise. Guest starring Zak Bagans, Nick Groff and Aaron Goodwin of Ghost Adventures.
Rating: PG-13 for language
Words: about 1700 this part; total roughly 17,000.
Summary: The joint force meets their first inhuman challenge.
The brothers returned with the Ghost Adventurers to a room they had designated as a working base, and added an extra layer of protection to it with some runes and a liberal use of rock salt along doorways and baseboards. Sam made another move toward winning the trust of their new allies by asking them for a diagram of the hotel and having them mark the locations of notable supernatural activity.
"Elizabeth was held in room 109," Nick told them, "but we found evidence of a number of other dark entities. Some of the strongest traces were in the basement, and on the fourth floor, and in the main dining hall." He marked them all on the map, and Sam gave them a quick lesson in ghost and demon expulsion.
Dean let his little brother carry that; Sam was a born teacher, in his opinion. "Okay, let's start at the bottom and work our way up. And the camera's gotta go, Mr. Clean," he told Aaron. "We can't be seen on video. Demon hunting walks the edge of the law, and we're, um, supposed to be dead anyway."
"And that's different from our usual episodes how?" Nick snorted.
Aaron settled the camera on his shoulder in a way that brooked no argument. "Nobody will see the raw footage but us. And we're damn good editors. By the time we're finished, nobody will have a clue you were even here." Dean still wavered. "Dude! C'mon. This'll be like our personal training video."
Dean relented. "Let's move then. We're burnin' moonlight." Zak gave him a sharp glance but said nothing.
Following Sam's directions, the Ghost Adventurers armed themselves with iron rods pulled from a crumbling concrete wall, abandoned halfway through restoration. Dean eyed their high tech ghost-seeking gadgetry with blatant envy, and Sam and Nick got into a friendly tussle over the full-spectrum camera Sam had so coveted, before the group set out, flashlights piercing the darkness. "Have we met someplace?" Zak asked Dean as they walked.
"I doubt it." Yeah, how do you tell a total stranger who's not real fond of you to begin with, 'well, we may have met once, 25 years ago or more, while my dad was exorcising your house, oh, and by the way, we might be related'.
"Maybe not, but you remind me of somebody. Things you say, the way you move around. It'll come to me."
"Don't put too many brain cells on the job. You'll need all you've got for this little venture, especially if we do have demons. When they get in the game, you're either quick or you're dead."
That shut the ghostbuster up, and the five men moved in silence through the hotel and down a flight of steps to the basement. "One story says after Elizabeth gave birth, Wingfield killed her and threw the baby down the mine shaft down here," Nick told them." Another version says he threw them both down the hole, and stilll another says it wasn't him at all but her own father, since Wingfield wasn't living in town at that time. "
"Then there's the theory that Elizabeth never existed at all, that she's just an urban legend," Aaron added.
"No way," Zak said stoutly. "Too many people have experienced things in her room, I for one, and most of them have a definitely feminine feel."
"You oughta know," Aaron chuckled, and added to Sam and Dean, "The girl ghosts always hit on him."
Nick nodded. "The first time we came to Goldfield, Elizabeth, or whatever is in that room anyway, was stroking his arm."
"We got an EVP in Massachusetts from one, she wanted to tickle him," Aaron added.
"And remember the one that groped his ass?"
"Zak's like a dead-chick magnet." Aaron finished.
"Whoa, necrophilia," Sam grinned evilly. "Who knew?"
"Don't encourage 'em," Zak muttered, but there was no heat in the retort, and the apparent acceptance buoyed Sam's spirits.
The mood darkened as they entered the basement, the air thick with menace. A huge hole near one end of the large space seemed the focal point of the room. The sense of foreboding took a quantum leap forward when flashlights were abruptly switched off. "Uh, fellas," Dean said into the sudden blackness, "to hunt something, you usually have to see it."
"We can," Aaron said. Flipping a switch on his camera, he displayed the viewscreen now lit in night-vision neon green. "Hold still, everybody, so we can get some film and maybe some EVPs—Whoa! Dudes, did you see that? It was like a shadow, over by the mine shaft—it just was there, like it came up outta the ground."
"Where?" Nick faced the hole with the full spec rig. The green screen turned from side to side as Aaron attempted to track his sighting. Dean and Sam stayed very still. The temperature in the space began to rise. "Something's up over here. The screen's whiting out."
"Oh my God! Nick, the shadow, it's like right on top of you." The dizzying movement of the viewscreen steadied, and over Aaron's shoulder the Winchesters could see a faint dark haze drifting around Nick's upper body.
"I know!" Nick sounded more excited than fearful. "I can feel it, it's like the change in the air pressure before a storm. Come on, baby, let daddy take your picture…Damn! It's gone."
"Demon?" Sam said out the side of his mouth to his brother.
"Could be. Might be trying to possess him, but blocked by the amulet—"
Dean was interrupted by a low growl that raised the hair of every man in the basement chamber. "Where are you?" Zak yelled. "You came out of that hole to see us, didn't you? Well, we want to see you too. Show yourself, prove you're here!"
In the next instant, several things happened at once. Dean thought, and opened his mouth to say, that taunting an invisible growling thing was perhaps not the smartest move under the circumstances. Aaron swiveled in Zak's direction, and the image of the lead investigator appeared on the night vision screen, the same dark mass hovering before him. "It's right in front of y—" Aaron began. The cloud lunged, and Zak vanished from the screen with a hard thump and a cry.
"Shit!" Nick rushed toward his friend with Aaron close behind. "Christo! Get away from him, motherfucker. Zak, you okay? You fall or what?"
"Hell no!" Zak gasped. "Sonovabitch hit me! Punched me right in the chest, ow..."
"At least one of 'em remembered the right thing to do first. Okay, playtime's over," Dean said and tore into the Ritual Romanum.
As he chanted the start of the Latin rite of exorcism, Sam reached for the flashlight he'd stuck in his pocket. Something brushed past him and stirred his hair. It might easily have been a stray breeze from the shaft, if it had not been accompanied by a cold, cold whisper. "Sssaaam…remember me?"
Behind a wall in Sam's mind, a reply stirred. His finger froze on the flashlight button for an instant, till Dean yelled, "Sammy? Lil help here?" in between phrases of the invocato.
Angrily, Sam hit the switch and flooded the basement with light. Nick was helping an unsteady Zak to his feet while Aaron stood his ground still stalwartly filming. The dark cloud was now clearly visible to all, repelled from its attack on Zak by Nick's cry. A voice vibrated the air and came from no human throat, saying "OH FUCK".
The Winchesters stood back to back, both chanting now. The demonic cloud spun on end like a small whirlwind, producing a low hum like angry bees. A brick flew through the air toward them, then another, but they dodged both. As the exorcism reached its end the twister rose and slurped down the black mine shaft. The sudden silence was finally broken by Aaron's shaky voice. "Dudes, I move we get the fuck outta here."
"Seconded," Zak coughed, leaning heavily on Nick.
Sam moved to his other side to lend a hand as they retreated up the steps and back to the base room. In the better light he could see the other man's black t-shirt ripped in several places, with bloody scratches plain beneath. "You all right?"
Zak took a shaky breath and shook his head as though to clear it."Yeah, I'm good, thanks." He pulled up his shirt to inspect the damage; his torso was already sporting Technicolor bruises. "Oh, that's gonna be pretty," he grumbled and pulled the remains of his shirt back down. "Okay, now I'm pissed. What do we do about this thing?"
Dean shrugged. "It shouldn't be back tonight. You did good, Nick, keeping your head and hitting it with some Latin right off. Between that and our follow-up we should be in the clear. Past that, if you guys can pull some strings with the owner, that shaft needs to be ritually sealed. Dump some salt and holy water in, mark warding glyphs around the edges, cover it with an iron cap or at least a grating."
"You tell Red that, Nick," Zak said dryly. "He hasn't forgiven me for the other times, I think."
Huddled over his camera cueing the playback, Nick absently waved a hand in his comrade's general direction. "Check out this footage," he breathed with something approaching awe. "Amazing. The thing was right on top of me. It's circling me, like prey, see? But it couldn't get in." He touched the amulet dangling from his neck, almost reverently. "I don't know how I could ever thank you for this, Sam."
"Kiss him later," Dean grunted.
"Jerk," Sam said.
"Bitch," Dean returned, grinning.
Sam sighed heavily. "Ignore him, he's usually harmless," he told the other three. Truth be told, since Sam's soul had been returned, Dean seemed to take even greater pleasure in provoking him, just to get a reaction—an emotional reaction, the kind he could not have summoned before. "Let's see what you guys got," he said, wondering if the voice he'd heard had been captured. He couldn't remember Hell; it was behind a wall in his brain, put there by Death himself, to keep Sam sane. But it seemed Hell, or at least one denizen of it, remembered Sam.
FYIs--again, I think for SPN fans who haven't seen GA, things are pretty self-explanatory. A couple of notes for non-SPN fans:
Sam and Dean, and most other hunters in the SPN 'verse, use the Latin 'Christo' as a first shot at a demon or a way of telling if a demon is present. Dean notes that Nick was smart enough to holler that right away at the demon attacking Zak, thus throwing it off its stride and giving Dean & Sam time to get their exorcism going. The Ritual Romanum is the exorcism the boys typically use, and the Invocato is part of it.
(btw, I promise, all the GAC will get their chance(s) to be heroes!)
The jerk/bitch exchange is iconic Sam and Dean. It wouldn't be an SPN story without it. hehe.
And tetiny & I were evil enough to want to get Zak out of his shirt for at least a moment. lol.
Authors: dixiehellcat and tetiny68
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean, Bobby; Gen. Other SPN characters mentioned: Cas, Baltie, and one I can't tell yet cuz it's a surprise. Guest starring Zak Bagans, Nick Groff and Aaron Goodwin of Ghost Adventures.
Rating: PG-13 for language
Words: about 1700 this part; total roughly 17,000.
Summary: The joint force meets their first inhuman challenge.
The brothers returned with the Ghost Adventurers to a room they had designated as a working base, and added an extra layer of protection to it with some runes and a liberal use of rock salt along doorways and baseboards. Sam made another move toward winning the trust of their new allies by asking them for a diagram of the hotel and having them mark the locations of notable supernatural activity.
"Elizabeth was held in room 109," Nick told them, "but we found evidence of a number of other dark entities. Some of the strongest traces were in the basement, and on the fourth floor, and in the main dining hall." He marked them all on the map, and Sam gave them a quick lesson in ghost and demon expulsion.
Dean let his little brother carry that; Sam was a born teacher, in his opinion. "Okay, let's start at the bottom and work our way up. And the camera's gotta go, Mr. Clean," he told Aaron. "We can't be seen on video. Demon hunting walks the edge of the law, and we're, um, supposed to be dead anyway."
"And that's different from our usual episodes how?" Nick snorted.
Aaron settled the camera on his shoulder in a way that brooked no argument. "Nobody will see the raw footage but us. And we're damn good editors. By the time we're finished, nobody will have a clue you were even here." Dean still wavered. "Dude! C'mon. This'll be like our personal training video."
Dean relented. "Let's move then. We're burnin' moonlight." Zak gave him a sharp glance but said nothing.
Following Sam's directions, the Ghost Adventurers armed themselves with iron rods pulled from a crumbling concrete wall, abandoned halfway through restoration. Dean eyed their high tech ghost-seeking gadgetry with blatant envy, and Sam and Nick got into a friendly tussle over the full-spectrum camera Sam had so coveted, before the group set out, flashlights piercing the darkness. "Have we met someplace?" Zak asked Dean as they walked.
"I doubt it." Yeah, how do you tell a total stranger who's not real fond of you to begin with, 'well, we may have met once, 25 years ago or more, while my dad was exorcising your house, oh, and by the way, we might be related'.
"Maybe not, but you remind me of somebody. Things you say, the way you move around. It'll come to me."
"Don't put too many brain cells on the job. You'll need all you've got for this little venture, especially if we do have demons. When they get in the game, you're either quick or you're dead."
That shut the ghostbuster up, and the five men moved in silence through the hotel and down a flight of steps to the basement. "One story says after Elizabeth gave birth, Wingfield killed her and threw the baby down the mine shaft down here," Nick told them." Another version says he threw them both down the hole, and stilll another says it wasn't him at all but her own father, since Wingfield wasn't living in town at that time. "
"Then there's the theory that Elizabeth never existed at all, that she's just an urban legend," Aaron added.
"No way," Zak said stoutly. "Too many people have experienced things in her room, I for one, and most of them have a definitely feminine feel."
"You oughta know," Aaron chuckled, and added to Sam and Dean, "The girl ghosts always hit on him."
Nick nodded. "The first time we came to Goldfield, Elizabeth, or whatever is in that room anyway, was stroking his arm."
"We got an EVP in Massachusetts from one, she wanted to tickle him," Aaron added.
"And remember the one that groped his ass?"
"Zak's like a dead-chick magnet." Aaron finished.
"Whoa, necrophilia," Sam grinned evilly. "Who knew?"
"Don't encourage 'em," Zak muttered, but there was no heat in the retort, and the apparent acceptance buoyed Sam's spirits.
The mood darkened as they entered the basement, the air thick with menace. A huge hole near one end of the large space seemed the focal point of the room. The sense of foreboding took a quantum leap forward when flashlights were abruptly switched off. "Uh, fellas," Dean said into the sudden blackness, "to hunt something, you usually have to see it."
"We can," Aaron said. Flipping a switch on his camera, he displayed the viewscreen now lit in night-vision neon green. "Hold still, everybody, so we can get some film and maybe some EVPs—Whoa! Dudes, did you see that? It was like a shadow, over by the mine shaft—it just was there, like it came up outta the ground."
"Where?" Nick faced the hole with the full spec rig. The green screen turned from side to side as Aaron attempted to track his sighting. Dean and Sam stayed very still. The temperature in the space began to rise. "Something's up over here. The screen's whiting out."
"Oh my God! Nick, the shadow, it's like right on top of you." The dizzying movement of the viewscreen steadied, and over Aaron's shoulder the Winchesters could see a faint dark haze drifting around Nick's upper body.
"I know!" Nick sounded more excited than fearful. "I can feel it, it's like the change in the air pressure before a storm. Come on, baby, let daddy take your picture…Damn! It's gone."
"Demon?" Sam said out the side of his mouth to his brother.
"Could be. Might be trying to possess him, but blocked by the amulet—"
Dean was interrupted by a low growl that raised the hair of every man in the basement chamber. "Where are you?" Zak yelled. "You came out of that hole to see us, didn't you? Well, we want to see you too. Show yourself, prove you're here!"
In the next instant, several things happened at once. Dean thought, and opened his mouth to say, that taunting an invisible growling thing was perhaps not the smartest move under the circumstances. Aaron swiveled in Zak's direction, and the image of the lead investigator appeared on the night vision screen, the same dark mass hovering before him. "It's right in front of y—" Aaron began. The cloud lunged, and Zak vanished from the screen with a hard thump and a cry.
"Shit!" Nick rushed toward his friend with Aaron close behind. "Christo! Get away from him, motherfucker. Zak, you okay? You fall or what?"
"Hell no!" Zak gasped. "Sonovabitch hit me! Punched me right in the chest, ow..."
"At least one of 'em remembered the right thing to do first. Okay, playtime's over," Dean said and tore into the Ritual Romanum.
As he chanted the start of the Latin rite of exorcism, Sam reached for the flashlight he'd stuck in his pocket. Something brushed past him and stirred his hair. It might easily have been a stray breeze from the shaft, if it had not been accompanied by a cold, cold whisper. "Sssaaam…remember me?"
Behind a wall in Sam's mind, a reply stirred. His finger froze on the flashlight button for an instant, till Dean yelled, "Sammy? Lil help here?" in between phrases of the invocato.
Angrily, Sam hit the switch and flooded the basement with light. Nick was helping an unsteady Zak to his feet while Aaron stood his ground still stalwartly filming. The dark cloud was now clearly visible to all, repelled from its attack on Zak by Nick's cry. A voice vibrated the air and came from no human throat, saying "OH FUCK".
The Winchesters stood back to back, both chanting now. The demonic cloud spun on end like a small whirlwind, producing a low hum like angry bees. A brick flew through the air toward them, then another, but they dodged both. As the exorcism reached its end the twister rose and slurped down the black mine shaft. The sudden silence was finally broken by Aaron's shaky voice. "Dudes, I move we get the fuck outta here."
"Seconded," Zak coughed, leaning heavily on Nick.
Sam moved to his other side to lend a hand as they retreated up the steps and back to the base room. In the better light he could see the other man's black t-shirt ripped in several places, with bloody scratches plain beneath. "You all right?"
Zak took a shaky breath and shook his head as though to clear it."Yeah, I'm good, thanks." He pulled up his shirt to inspect the damage; his torso was already sporting Technicolor bruises. "Oh, that's gonna be pretty," he grumbled and pulled the remains of his shirt back down. "Okay, now I'm pissed. What do we do about this thing?"
Dean shrugged. "It shouldn't be back tonight. You did good, Nick, keeping your head and hitting it with some Latin right off. Between that and our follow-up we should be in the clear. Past that, if you guys can pull some strings with the owner, that shaft needs to be ritually sealed. Dump some salt and holy water in, mark warding glyphs around the edges, cover it with an iron cap or at least a grating."
"You tell Red that, Nick," Zak said dryly. "He hasn't forgiven me for the other times, I think."
Huddled over his camera cueing the playback, Nick absently waved a hand in his comrade's general direction. "Check out this footage," he breathed with something approaching awe. "Amazing. The thing was right on top of me. It's circling me, like prey, see? But it couldn't get in." He touched the amulet dangling from his neck, almost reverently. "I don't know how I could ever thank you for this, Sam."
"Kiss him later," Dean grunted.
"Jerk," Sam said.
"Bitch," Dean returned, grinning.
Sam sighed heavily. "Ignore him, he's usually harmless," he told the other three. Truth be told, since Sam's soul had been returned, Dean seemed to take even greater pleasure in provoking him, just to get a reaction—an emotional reaction, the kind he could not have summoned before. "Let's see what you guys got," he said, wondering if the voice he'd heard had been captured. He couldn't remember Hell; it was behind a wall in his brain, put there by Death himself, to keep Sam sane. But it seemed Hell, or at least one denizen of it, remembered Sam.
FYIs--again, I think for SPN fans who haven't seen GA, things are pretty self-explanatory. A couple of notes for non-SPN fans:
Sam and Dean, and most other hunters in the SPN 'verse, use the Latin 'Christo' as a first shot at a demon or a way of telling if a demon is present. Dean notes that Nick was smart enough to holler that right away at the demon attacking Zak, thus throwing it off its stride and giving Dean & Sam time to get their exorcism going. The Ritual Romanum is the exorcism the boys typically use, and the Invocato is part of it.
(btw, I promise, all the GAC will get their chance(s) to be heroes!)
The jerk/bitch exchange is iconic Sam and Dean. It wouldn't be an SPN story without it. hehe.
And tetiny & I were evil enough to want to get Zak out of his shirt for at least a moment. lol.
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