canon au } { post-912: sharp teeth

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Sam: [manning the lookout post in the car while Dean is playing FBI]

Bela: [is wandering down the street like it's no thing. She's got her journalist gear on and is heading towards the door of the station]

Sam: [sees her in the rearview and sighs, rolling his neck before opening the door and pulling himself out of the car]

Bela: [she stops short when she sees him, eyes widening as her shoulders straighten] Sam.

Sam: Bela. Can I help you?

Bela: Just working a job. Nothing you need to be concerned with.

Sam: Well, if it's the one involving two demons with burnt out eyes, dean's in with the sheriff right now getting your headline.

Bela: [there's a thin smile] Actually, it isn't. [it's what they were carrying on them at the time, but Sam doesn't have to know that.]

Sam: [he raises and eyebrow, then shrugs] Well, then good luck.

Bela: Thank you. [now move please. She waits for him to do it on his own, but if he doesn't she'll raise an eyebrow.]

Sam: [he makes the motion for her to pass him, and then just easily turns to head back to the Impala]

Bela: [and with that, she'll make her way inside to go steal what it is she came to steal out of evidence.]

Sam: [just waits for Dean, hoping to god that they don't cross paths inside]

Dean: [oh, they do. but at least Dean has the decency not to blow her cover this time around. He wanders back out again, before sliding into the driver's seat.] Cops have nothing. At least so far.

Sam: Alright. Guess we'll go interview the families.

Dean: [nods as he pulls away from the curb before ...] So. Saw Bela.

Sam: She's on her own case.

Dean: Yeah, I know. [a beat] Still saw her.

Sam: So did I.

Dean: Did you two ... talk?

Sam: For a few minutes.

Dean: Well, that's ... progress.

Sam: Dean, families to interview?

Dean: We're driving! I can talk and drive at the same time.

Sam: [looking at the case files]

Dean: She say anything good?

Sam: Just that she was working a different case.

Dean: [nods] So nothing about what she's been up to?

Sam: Didn't ask. [turns page]

Dean: Of course not.

Sam: So both of these families say that their husbands were seen with a short, stout man with a black suit. Sound familiar?

Dean: See, he's supposed to be weapons shopping for me.

Sam: So you think one of these guys knew where the sword was?

Dean: Caine said he threw it into the bottom of the ocean.

Sam: Detroit is pretty far from the ocean, don't you think?

Dean: Oh, I know it is. Which just makes me want to punch him in the face.

Sam: Well, he's your new BFF. Give him a call.

Dean: [makes a face before grabbing his phone to ... do just that.]

Sam: [amused a bit at Dean and Crowley]

Crowley: 'ello, Dean. Help you with something?

Dean: Thought you were blade shopping, Crowley. What are you doing in Detroit?

Crowley: I'm burning through a few resources. There are a few oceans out there, duckie. Need to see which pond I have to swim in.

Dean: Yeah, well, your demon friends are dead - and my first guess would be "angel."

Crowley: ..... [teeth click] well, I guess that will lower the voting population.

Dean: Unfortunately for you.

Crowley: They didn't have those little papers left behind like your moose's former resident left, did they?

Dean: Papers?

Crowley: Yellow slips, names on them. I do hear rumors and Kevin wasn't the only one moose took out while he was inside. Some rockstar angel tour got cancelled - permanently.

Dean: Huh. [glances over at Sam] Good to know.

Sam: [confused look]

Crowley: So did they?

Dean: Not according to the evidence, but the cops might have missed it. We'll head back to the scene.

Crowley: Good. Probably for the best I don't come help. I happen to enjoy my eyes.

Dean: Yeah. Keep me posted on what you find.

Crowley: When I know, you will know. Cheers.

Dean: [hangs up] I hate to ask this but what do you remember from Gadreel's kills?

Sam: [sighs and tries to remember. As the flashes come back, he winces in pain at them.] Lays his hand on them and burns them out.

Dean: What about anything he left behind?

Sam: [focuses] A piece of paper. There are names on them.

Dean: We need to find out if there were some left at the scene here.

Sam: [rubs nose] Except for Kevin... he was only killing angels from what I see.

Dean: Maybe Metatron moved on?

Sam: Why would he do that?

Dean: To hell if I know, but it's worth looking into. If we have a lead on Gadreel ... ?

Sam: What about those crazy angel cults? Cas did say they were feuding among each other.

Dean: They weren't exactly picking off demons either.

Sam: If we don't find names on cards, it wasn't him?

Dean: Exactly.

Sam: [nods, rubbing at his forehead and looking out the window]

Dean: [concern on his face] You okay?

Sam: Yeah, it's just... looking at what he did while in me is hard to deal with.

Dean: ... Sorry.

Sam: [would say it's not his fault but... just going to stare out the window instead]

Dean: [thanks for being the bigger person Sam. ANYWAY off to the crime scene they go.]

Sam: [when they get there, Sam lets Dean take the lead]

Dean: [makes his way through the house, looking for any sign of Gadreel]

Sam: [takes his time, looking at details to see if he can find anything]

Dean: [makes a beeline for the murder scene, seeing if there was anything the cops missed]

Sam: [just takes his time, sadly looking at pictures on the mantel.]

Dean: [watching him out of the corner of his eye] See something?

Sam: A family that's lost their father and uncle.

Dean: [he watches him for a moment] Kind of makes you appreciate what you have. [and he doesn't mean him, for the record]

Sam: Lets you know everyone you care for will hurt when you're gone

Dean: That's life, Sam. Doesn't mean you shouldn't care.

Sam: And if you can save people from the pain, better to do it while you can then let it drag out.

Dean: Whether you let it drag out or not, it's still gonna hurt.

Sam: Guess you just have to hope they'll learn to move on without you

Dean: They have to do that when you're dead too.

Sam: [gives Dean a look, having meant both]

Dean: [a look right back] So if it has to happen either way, why not be happy with that person, instead of having her want to shoot you for being a dick?

Sam: Because I don't want to see her die because of either of us. She's already been to hell once. It's the best future I can give her.

Dean: [swallows hard] Dude, it's not like her life was all that great before that. You were all she had, and you tossed her out. How the hell is that her best future?

Sam: You really think I wanted to do that, Dean? I love her more than anything. But if this is what life is going to be like for me I won't have it ruin her too.

Dean: That's what you're not getting, man. That's what you did. [exhales] You remember how she was when we first met her? Bitchy, opportunistic, not caring about anyone but herself? What do you think she's going to go back to now that she's only got her? [there's a beat] Look, you ever tell her I said this and I'll kill you, but you actually made her a better person.

Sam: [scowls] Dean, I've given up everything good in my life for you. For this job. My life. I just wanted some peace, and I'm sorry, but losing that kinda made it hard for me to just find any kind of peace in my life.

Dean: Yeah, I get it. Fine. Blame me for that. But don't take it out on her. She doesn't deserve it, and honestly, she might be your best shot.

Sam: She can't give me what I want for peace, Dean. And it's not fair to lie to her like that

Dean: So what is it that you want, Sam?

Sam: [he just sighs and looks back at the crime scene] Paper with a name on it over there.

Dean: Don't do that. Don't change the subject. If we're gonna have this out we're gonna have this out now.

Sam: No, we're not. We're doing a job and that's all we're doing.

Dean: That's not all we're doing. We're doing a job and you're punishing me, and I get that. I do. But you're also punishing yourself, and you're punishing her.

Sam: Equal opportunity then.

Dean: Damnit, Sam. This isn't her fault.

Sam: No, it's not. It's your fault. [there, it had to be said and he grits his jaw because he was trying to hold that yell back]

Dean: Yes. It's my fault. I did it, and I can take it. So stop taking it out on other people. You want me gone, I'll go, you want me to stay and take it, I'll stay and take it. But you're alive, whether you like it or not. So unless you're going to eat a bullet sometime soon, you might as well be happy while you do. [he exhales] You love her, be with her. That's all there is to it.

Sam: [actually, there's something he said there that's the closest to the way Sam feels, but he's not going to point it out and not even bother with an answer and just go to look at the paper on the ground instead]

Dean: [he exhales hard, rubbing his eyes for a moment before nodding to the papers in front of him] What'dya got?

Sam: [holds up the paper] Solas

Dean: So Gadreel was targeting the demons.

Sam: Solas is a fallen angel. Not a demon.

Dean: [nods, realization dawning on him] He's cleaning house.

Sam: And if Metatron is issuing the hits...

Dean: Gadreel's just the muscle.

Sam: But why them?

Dean: They fell. Why not them?

Sam: They fell thousands of years ago. There's a whole bunch who just fell. Why aim for the old ones?

Dean: Maybe they knew something.

Sam: Maybe we should focus on finding one to ask.

Dean: I say we go around Crowley on this one.

Sam: You have fun with that talk.

Dean: Heh. [he glances up, watching him for a moment] I'm gonna call Cas, see if he knows where one of these fallen angels might be holed up. Maybe you should head back to the motel. Get some sleep.

[Sam does as requested, and in the meantime Dean gives a certain thief girlfriend a call. Bela is having none of that and she saunters into the hotel room with a not happy look on her face.]

Sam: I take it Dean called you. [not even sitting up]

Bela: He did. And if you think I don't know suicidal when I hear it, you don't know me very well.

Sam: I made my peace, Bela. I'm just tired.

Bela: We're all tired, Sam. But the isolation, the anger? I know this song and dance all too well.

Sam: Maybe it's time you both stop fighting it and just let it happen then

Bela: Not a chance. [she crosses her arms in front of her chest] I'm not about to let you do something that stupid.

Sam: [he just closes his eyes, because this is why he pushed you away. because like Dean, she would keep him from doing what he yearns for so much]

Bela: [she takes a few steps closer, grabbing the front of his shirt to get his attention again] Listen to me. I'll admit, Gadreel would not have been my choice. I don't know what happened there, and if it had been me in that hospital room, I probably would have let you die. But it wasn't me, it was Dean. And he did what he did, but I'm not sorry that he did either. You have a life, Sam. You could have years ahead of you. We could have years. Don't just throw those away.

Sam: [ he just looks at her, and she can see just how tired he is in them. How much he has just given up and how much he has been trying to detach himself from life] Years for what? Watching people die? Demons or angels using people I love like toys in this stupid war that is all my fault?

Bela: [she sees it, and it breaks her heart, because she doesn't know what to do, and she doesn't know how to fix it. With her, she had such a desperation to live that she was never this far gone. She doesn't know what to do to pull him back] Years for me. For us. There's more to this than this bloody war. [she takes a breath, not giving him much time to respond, because she doesn't want to know that she's in this more than he is, not yet.] There's more to this world than your job. You showed me that.

Sam: I tried, for you. But I can't find that anymore, and you deserve more than this.

Bela: I'm not going to have more than this. I don't want more than this. I just want you, Sam, you and me. That's all you have to give me.

[There is some discussion, and eventually they come up with a deal that’s acceptable to both parties. Sam won’t seek out death, and in return, Bela will find a way to make sure that if he were to die, Dean wouldn’t be able to make a deal to recklessly bring him back. And if Sam doesn’t agree to those terms, she’ll bring him back again herself.]

Bela: Fine. Done.

Sam: What, no kiss to seal the deal? [sarcasm]

Bela: Not with that attitude.

Sam: Fair enough.

Bela: [exhales slowly, before getting to her feet] Good night, then.

Sam: [he goes to let her leave, then stands] Bela?

Bela: [she turns to face him]

Sam: I know I haven't really shown it lately... [he's looking at his hands, embarrassed almost] But if I'm going to live each day like it could be my last... then the one thing I need to do before today ends is to let you know that I love you.

Bela: [her jaw sets slightly, because that's cheating, and she's still pissed at him, but eventually she looks away] Just don't make me break this deal. [because she loves him and she wants to respect his wishes, but she can't deal with him running around, searching for an exit strategy]

Sam: I won't. [he'll do his best at least] Good night.

Bela: Good night. [and with that, she'll wander off to check in to the motel because she is too annoyed to sleep next to him right now]

Sam: [figured that. He lays down and just stares at the ceiling until his body decides to sleep]

Bela: [doesn't sleep well, but she at least sleeps a little easier than she has been lately]