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dixiehellcatWorlds Collide, part 3/11
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 1500 this part; total roughly 17,000.
Summary: At last! GAC, meet the Winchesters. (well, Nick & Aaron have already met a Winchester; they just don't know it...yet.)
Warning--herein there be bleeps. Or more accurately, words that Travel Channel would bleep & the CW just flat would not allow. hehe
Sam and Dean slid back into the shadows and listened as the technicians tramped through the ground floor, laying cable and wiring up cameras and microphones. They caught snatches of conversation among the investigators. "Too bad Billy couldn't come, but we'll manage…it'll be kind of like the first time we came here, just us…not that we've got the biggest crew in TV anyway, heh heh…Okay, everything in place? You guys ready? "
"Now what?" Sam whispered.
Dean waited till the coast was momentarily clear, then started backpedaling, fast. "Slide out the back and hope nobody's got a damn camera out there."
"That'd be great, except—"
"We can come back tomorrow night and do the job—"
"But Dean, the tech crew's leaving, and once they do—"
"—always assuming these clowns haven't poked a hornet's nest by then." Dean reached the rear door and jerked the handle. The door didn't budge. Swearing under his breath, he heaved again, but the door held firm. "What the fuck—"
"That's what I was trying to tell you. When the tech crew leaves they lock the doors. ALL of them."
"Great," Dean growled. "So you're tellin' me we're stuck in here till morning? With ghosts, and possibly demons, and a bunch of—"
"Um, excuse me, " a voice came from behind them, "but what are you guys doing here?"
Dean spun on his heel, and the hiss of his voice exploded. "Civilians!!" he yelled, waving his arms furiously. Left to his own devices Sam would have quickly concocted an identity as a none too bright tech, but clearly, his brother had decided the best defense was a good offense. It certainly was having an impact on the two men who faced them, the thin bearded one and the big burly guy, now with a camera perched on his shoulder. Sam mentally identified them from his research viewing as Nick Groff and Aaron Goodwin. They stood open-mouthed as Dean built up a good head of steam. "Amateurs! Kindergarten kids usin' plastic explosive for Play-Doh! You morons have no idea what you're messin' with!"
"Nick? Aaron? What's going on back here?" Zak Bagans appeared in the hallway, his face darkening at the sight of a scruffy stranger haranguing his thoroughly freaked-out friends. "And who the fuck are you," he snarled at Dean, "and how'd you get into our lockdown?"
"Ohh, here's the ringleader of the circus, huh? Congratulations, genius. Anybody stupid enough to not leave themselves an exit strategy deserves everything they get. You've roused God knows what in here, and when some demon eviscerates you, don't come cryin' to us!"
Dean had a real gift for intimidation when he chose to exercise it, and Sam was both surprised and a bit amused when Zak didn't back down. Instead, the ghost seeker stood toe to toe with Dean, right in his face, giving as good as he got. "Watch it, asshole. We know exactly what we're doing—"
"Um, hi," Sam said to Nick and Aaron. "We're, uh…Virginia Ridgeway called us. To take care of the ghosts."
"She did?" Nick relaxed immediately. If there were hard feelings between the elderly woman and Zak, it appeared they did not extend to Zak's teammate.
"Yeah, but we didn't know your group would be here tonight. So if you'd just let us out, you can do your TV bit, and we'll come back later."
"Dude," Aaron said, "lockdown means lockdown."
"Wha--you mean that's not some TV gag?" Sam was aghast, then swallowed hard and regrouped. "Okay…okay. If we're all stuck here for the night we'll have to work together. Starting with defusing this—" he jerked his thumb toward the argument still raging in the background—"before your buddy and my brother come to blows."
If one judged solely by volume, Dean was carrying the day, but Zak refused to yield. "We're professionals! We know what we're doing. We have the best equipment, the most knowledgeable consultants, backing from a major cable netw—"
"It's reality TV!" Dean yelled. "It's Jersey Shore without the sex and beer."
"Oh, there's beer," Aaron put in.
"There is?" Dean was mollified, but only briefly. "Well, I need some, right now. In fact if we live through tonight, I am gettin' so damn plastered tomorrow. You do realize, Sammy, that not only will we have to cover our own asses all night, but these idiots too?"
Steam was practically boiling out Zak's ears. "Just what," he ground out, "makes you think you're such a superior being, you arrogant prick?"
"We're the real deal," Dean snapped. "You're actors."
That did it. Zak took a swing, and the others waded in. Sam blocked Dean with one long arm, and Zak's buddies pulled him back. The turf-guarding irritation on the face of the lead ghost chaser had been replaced by true anger. "We are not actors. We've seen and experienced things most people can't imagine."
"And we've seen things you wouldn't want to imagine," Dean retorted.
Sam intervened before things could heat up again. "Okay, enough chest beating, you two. We're here, we have to get along. So let's cut to the chase. Virginia Ridgeway called us in, through a mutual friend. She's worried the entities here in the hotel are getting more out of control and endangering the innocent people in Goldfield, and we came here to stop them. We've researched the place, including the info you guys have compiled, which was very helpful in tracking the history of the haunting." That even placated Zak a bit, and he gave Sam a curt nod in acknowledgement.
Quickly, Sam laid out their theory that the trapped ghost of the dead prostitute was wedging open a door from the spirit world, and their plan for eliminating the malign entities that had apparently taken advantage of that opening. "I know you guys are researchers; you're not accustomed to physically engaging non-corporeal beings. So we can set up a safe place for you to hole up, guarded and warded, while we work."
Sam was taken utterly by surprise when Aaron, who from the film he'd watched appeared the most easily frightened of the ghost adventurers, spoke up immediately. "No way. I'm in." His pals looked even more shocked. "What? We've been chasing these things around for years. We've been hit, kicked, scratched, had 'em follow us home. I lost my wife because of them. And these guys know how to fight back? How crazy would I have to be to pass that up?"
"Absolutely," Nick agreed. "Any knowledge of self-defense would make me feel better, about my wife and little girl too."
Zak looked just as interested, but still eyed Dean with distrust. "So where'd you guys learn this magical ghost-fu?"
"Family business," Dean said briefly, feeling pretty certain now that his speculations about the notes in his dad's journal had been totally off base. No way he was kin to a mousse-haired glorified talk show host. "If we're gonna help you keep yourselves alive, let's start with some hardware. Sammy, you got any demon-offs in your manpurse?" He was still grumpy about this whole situation, but eliciting a stinkface from Sam cheered him up a little.
Digging into his duffel, Sam pulled out three amulets on leather cords and passed them around. "Ghosts tend not to try and possess the living, as a general rule, though they may overshadow a mortal to try to get a message across. But if we're dealing with a demonic infestation—and given that people outside the hotel are reporting things, I think it's safe to say we might, since ghosts are generally tied to one location—you'll need something to keep them out of you. This is a sigil against possession by most demons you'd find on earth."
Aaron put his on immediately. Nick paused to admire his. "Wow. This is great. The last time we were here, in '09, I think something tried to get into me. One of the EVP experts who was with us even said I was creeping him out. And I heard voices in my head once, at this old brewery…well, never mind. I don't even wanna think about it." He put the cord around his neck.
Zak turned his amulet over in his hand, inspecting it. "Why aren't you two wearing these?"
"We opted for something a little more permanent." Sam twitched his shirt collar aside long enough to show his tattoo of the pentacle wreathed in flames. Wordlessly, Dean did the same.
For the first time since confronting the Winchesters, Zak grinned. "Sweet," he said. "Wish I had one of those. I've gotten possessed, or close enough—too close!—a couple of times. Not something I want to repeat."
"What'd you do?" Sam asked.
"Fought it off. It wasn't easy, especially not this one time in Italy—the entity was almost overwhelming. If it hadn't been for these two," Zak nodded toward Nick and Aaron,"I don't know that I would've made it out." He slipped the amulet around his neck and let out a small but obvious sigh of relief. "This'll do till I can get some ink. No second Poviglia for this guy."
Here's a link to Sam & Dean's tattoos. I hope. I'm not very well versed in html. 0_0
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 1500 this part; total roughly 17,000.
Summary: At last! GAC, meet the Winchesters. (well, Nick & Aaron have already met a Winchester; they just don't know it...yet.)
Warning--herein there be bleeps. Or more accurately, words that Travel Channel would bleep & the CW just flat would not allow. hehe
Sam and Dean slid back into the shadows and listened as the technicians tramped through the ground floor, laying cable and wiring up cameras and microphones. They caught snatches of conversation among the investigators. "Too bad Billy couldn't come, but we'll manage…it'll be kind of like the first time we came here, just us…not that we've got the biggest crew in TV anyway, heh heh…Okay, everything in place? You guys ready? "
"Now what?" Sam whispered.
Dean waited till the coast was momentarily clear, then started backpedaling, fast. "Slide out the back and hope nobody's got a damn camera out there."
"That'd be great, except—"
"We can come back tomorrow night and do the job—"
"But Dean, the tech crew's leaving, and once they do—"
"—always assuming these clowns haven't poked a hornet's nest by then." Dean reached the rear door and jerked the handle. The door didn't budge. Swearing under his breath, he heaved again, but the door held firm. "What the fuck—"
"That's what I was trying to tell you. When the tech crew leaves they lock the doors. ALL of them."
"Great," Dean growled. "So you're tellin' me we're stuck in here till morning? With ghosts, and possibly demons, and a bunch of—"
"Um, excuse me, " a voice came from behind them, "but what are you guys doing here?"
Dean spun on his heel, and the hiss of his voice exploded. "Civilians!!" he yelled, waving his arms furiously. Left to his own devices Sam would have quickly concocted an identity as a none too bright tech, but clearly, his brother had decided the best defense was a good offense. It certainly was having an impact on the two men who faced them, the thin bearded one and the big burly guy, now with a camera perched on his shoulder. Sam mentally identified them from his research viewing as Nick Groff and Aaron Goodwin. They stood open-mouthed as Dean built up a good head of steam. "Amateurs! Kindergarten kids usin' plastic explosive for Play-Doh! You morons have no idea what you're messin' with!"
"Nick? Aaron? What's going on back here?" Zak Bagans appeared in the hallway, his face darkening at the sight of a scruffy stranger haranguing his thoroughly freaked-out friends. "And who the fuck are you," he snarled at Dean, "and how'd you get into our lockdown?"
"Ohh, here's the ringleader of the circus, huh? Congratulations, genius. Anybody stupid enough to not leave themselves an exit strategy deserves everything they get. You've roused God knows what in here, and when some demon eviscerates you, don't come cryin' to us!"
Dean had a real gift for intimidation when he chose to exercise it, and Sam was both surprised and a bit amused when Zak didn't back down. Instead, the ghost seeker stood toe to toe with Dean, right in his face, giving as good as he got. "Watch it, asshole. We know exactly what we're doing—"
"Um, hi," Sam said to Nick and Aaron. "We're, uh…Virginia Ridgeway called us. To take care of the ghosts."
"She did?" Nick relaxed immediately. If there were hard feelings between the elderly woman and Zak, it appeared they did not extend to Zak's teammate.
"Yeah, but we didn't know your group would be here tonight. So if you'd just let us out, you can do your TV bit, and we'll come back later."
"Dude," Aaron said, "lockdown means lockdown."
"Wha--you mean that's not some TV gag?" Sam was aghast, then swallowed hard and regrouped. "Okay…okay. If we're all stuck here for the night we'll have to work together. Starting with defusing this—" he jerked his thumb toward the argument still raging in the background—"before your buddy and my brother come to blows."
If one judged solely by volume, Dean was carrying the day, but Zak refused to yield. "We're professionals! We know what we're doing. We have the best equipment, the most knowledgeable consultants, backing from a major cable netw—"
"It's reality TV!" Dean yelled. "It's Jersey Shore without the sex and beer."
"Oh, there's beer," Aaron put in.
"There is?" Dean was mollified, but only briefly. "Well, I need some, right now. In fact if we live through tonight, I am gettin' so damn plastered tomorrow. You do realize, Sammy, that not only will we have to cover our own asses all night, but these idiots too?"
Steam was practically boiling out Zak's ears. "Just what," he ground out, "makes you think you're such a superior being, you arrogant prick?"
"We're the real deal," Dean snapped. "You're actors."
That did it. Zak took a swing, and the others waded in. Sam blocked Dean with one long arm, and Zak's buddies pulled him back. The turf-guarding irritation on the face of the lead ghost chaser had been replaced by true anger. "We are not actors. We've seen and experienced things most people can't imagine."
"And we've seen things you wouldn't want to imagine," Dean retorted.
Sam intervened before things could heat up again. "Okay, enough chest beating, you two. We're here, we have to get along. So let's cut to the chase. Virginia Ridgeway called us in, through a mutual friend. She's worried the entities here in the hotel are getting more out of control and endangering the innocent people in Goldfield, and we came here to stop them. We've researched the place, including the info you guys have compiled, which was very helpful in tracking the history of the haunting." That even placated Zak a bit, and he gave Sam a curt nod in acknowledgement.
Quickly, Sam laid out their theory that the trapped ghost of the dead prostitute was wedging open a door from the spirit world, and their plan for eliminating the malign entities that had apparently taken advantage of that opening. "I know you guys are researchers; you're not accustomed to physically engaging non-corporeal beings. So we can set up a safe place for you to hole up, guarded and warded, while we work."
Sam was taken utterly by surprise when Aaron, who from the film he'd watched appeared the most easily frightened of the ghost adventurers, spoke up immediately. "No way. I'm in." His pals looked even more shocked. "What? We've been chasing these things around for years. We've been hit, kicked, scratched, had 'em follow us home. I lost my wife because of them. And these guys know how to fight back? How crazy would I have to be to pass that up?"
"Absolutely," Nick agreed. "Any knowledge of self-defense would make me feel better, about my wife and little girl too."
Zak looked just as interested, but still eyed Dean with distrust. "So where'd you guys learn this magical ghost-fu?"
"Family business," Dean said briefly, feeling pretty certain now that his speculations about the notes in his dad's journal had been totally off base. No way he was kin to a mousse-haired glorified talk show host. "If we're gonna help you keep yourselves alive, let's start with some hardware. Sammy, you got any demon-offs in your manpurse?" He was still grumpy about this whole situation, but eliciting a stinkface from Sam cheered him up a little.
Digging into his duffel, Sam pulled out three amulets on leather cords and passed them around. "Ghosts tend not to try and possess the living, as a general rule, though they may overshadow a mortal to try to get a message across. But if we're dealing with a demonic infestation—and given that people outside the hotel are reporting things, I think it's safe to say we might, since ghosts are generally tied to one location—you'll need something to keep them out of you. This is a sigil against possession by most demons you'd find on earth."
Aaron put his on immediately. Nick paused to admire his. "Wow. This is great. The last time we were here, in '09, I think something tried to get into me. One of the EVP experts who was with us even said I was creeping him out. And I heard voices in my head once, at this old brewery…well, never mind. I don't even wanna think about it." He put the cord around his neck.
Zak turned his amulet over in his hand, inspecting it. "Why aren't you two wearing these?"
"We opted for something a little more permanent." Sam twitched his shirt collar aside long enough to show his tattoo of the pentacle wreathed in flames. Wordlessly, Dean did the same.
For the first time since confronting the Winchesters, Zak grinned. "Sweet," he said. "Wish I had one of those. I've gotten possessed, or close enough—too close!—a couple of times. Not something I want to repeat."
"What'd you do?" Sam asked.
"Fought it off. It wasn't easy, especially not this one time in Italy—the entity was almost overwhelming. If it hadn't been for these two," Zak nodded toward Nick and Aaron,"I don't know that I would've made it out." He slipped the amulet around his neck and let out a small but obvious sigh of relief. "This'll do till I can get some ink. No second Poviglia for this guy."
Here's a link to Sam & Dean's tattoos. I hope. I'm not very well versed in html. 0_0
