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In Spite of All the Danger (11/13)

Title: In Spite of All the Danger
Chapter Title:Dig It
Wordcount: 1,139 this chapter
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Dean, OMC with appearances by Castiel and Ruby
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None so far. It's set late season 4 so there will possibly be eventual mentions of what's gone on before
Disclaimer: If you recognize the character, it's not mine
Summary: The brothers, in the course of a simple salt and burn, meet up with a stranger who conveniently needs to be rescued
A/N: This is my first Supernatural fic so please be kind. I'm a little nervous regarding its reception. Thanks to my beta just_ruth
Song on YouTube: Dig It--The Beatles

One: Dear Prudence
Two: You Can't Do That
Three: Help!
Four: Happiness is a Warm Gun
Five: It's All Too Much
Six: Getting Better
Seven: Day Tripper
Eight: Devil in Her Heart
Nine: I Feel Fine
Ten: With a Little Help from My Friends

In a way, Sam was glad that Dean picked Jo and Bobby. He would now have a chance to experience the teleportation for himself. It would also allow him to talk with someone with abilities who was well-adjusted.

“Okay, we meet back here,” said Dean. “Any trouble, call. Sam, behave yourself.”



“Idjits,” Bobby muttered. “It’s time to go.” He hefted his bag and headed outside.

“Be careful,” said Jo as she followed Bobby.

“I’m serious,” Dean said. “Don’t do anything stupid, either of you.”

“That’s your department,” Sam shot back.

“Well, I haven’t cornered the market.”

“We’ll be fine, Dean. I’ve been on a few hair-raising missions before and Sam is no amateur.” Alan sounded pretty confident.

“Good, ‘cause I don’t want to have to kick your ass if anything goes wrong.”

Sam wasn’t sure if Dean was talking to him or Alan, but he definitely meant it. “You haven’t been able to take me in an equal fight in years!” he called at his brother’s retreating back. He heard Dean’s snort of derision before the door closed. He turned to Alan who had a sad smile on his face. “You okay?”

“Sorry, just thinking about my brother. He’s…ill at the moment.”

“Seriously ill?”

“Possibly fatal. I’m here trying to save him. Dean said he’d help me when we’re done.”

Sam knew that need to save a dying brother. That admission washed away the last of his doubts. “Then I guess we’d better get going.”

He picked up both bags, and, as he reached over to give Alan his, the other man gripped his wrist. The next thing he felt was the biting cold wind on his face. He looked around, stunned. They were in a small graveyard in a clearing set back from the road, the sun fighting the interwoven branches to cast its pale light on the snow. “Holy crap! That was just…amazing! You did that with your mind?”

“Yeah. It’s a relatively new development. And, from what I’ve been told, it’s inherited, not derived from a ‘gift’ of demon blood.” Alan took one of the bags from Sam’s hand. “I’ll be back when I’m done, so please, no frostbite or hypothermia. I don’t need your brother kicking my arse.”

Sam very much doubted that would happen. He also wanted more of a chance to talk. “Y’know, if we worked together, we’d finish both of ours before any of them.” He tried to make it sound less like pleading and more like a challenge.

“I would like to see how the professionals do it.”

Both men set the bags on the ground, removed the shovels and began working on the frozen ground. Sam was silent as he tried to think of a way to start the conversation as it was such a personal topic. He appreciated the fact that Alan worked in silence. Most of the time, Dean would go on about some inane subject because digging was so tedious and he had a very low boredom threshold. He stopped for a breather about ten minutes in and watched Alan as he continued.

“You want something, Sam?” the older man asked as he kept digging.

“If you can move stuff with your mind, why are you using a shovel?”

“Because I don’t have to. My body can manage, so I dig. I feel if I become too dependent on them, my body will become weak.”


“Exactly.” Alan stopped digging. “I was trained how to use most of them, but some I discovered on my own.”

“You had someone to train you?” Sam thought of Ruby’s “training” methods. He resumed digging so Alan wouldn’t see the blush he felt rising.

“Morgan taught me, my brother and our friend.”

“Morgan? Care to elaborate?”

“It might be a bit a bit much for even you to believe.” Alan took a deep breath and began. “As a race, I don’t think they have a name. They have great abilities and age slower than humans. They used to live on the Earth, but then cultures began to change and they felt they no longer had a place so they created their own from where they can travel anywhere in a planet’s history.”

“Any planet?” Alan nodded. “Wow.”

“They had a policy that everyone at some point had to spend a year on the ‘outside’. They could stay in human form or change to an animal. Some didn’t return after their year because they had fallen in love. I’m a descendant from one of those matches.”

“How did Morgan know you had these abilities?”

“She spent her year with us. That’s when she sensed we had the Blood in us. As soon as she could, she brought us to her world and told us the truth.”

Sam was blown away. That was a story he would expect to find in a Star Trek episode. He struck a piece of rotting wood. “Right. We’re here.” He began to scrape the remaining dirt away.

“Sam, I know you asked me to stay ‘cause you wanted to talk so let me say something now and we’ll be done with the subject.”

Sam stopped and looked at him. “Sure,” he said as he climbed out.

“When you moved that dresser to save Dean, you did it on your own, no demon blood needed. You just have to accept that it’s part of you but don’t let it control you.”

“That wasn’t in the books. Chuck told me it made me ‘unsympathetic’.” He reached down and helped Alan out.

“No, he didn’t, but others did. Carver Edlund was just a penname so some authors added books to the series including those moments.” He shrugged. “I’ve read them all, a number of times.” He reached into one of the bags and took out the salt before handing it to Sam. “Just remember it’s part of you, not the other way ‘round.”

Sam was silent as he shook the salt onto the bones and took in what Alan said. He just hoped he had the willpower to fight the temptation next time Ruby showed.

Alan took out the gasoline and poured it into the grave. “Go on and drop the match.”

Sam turned to see Alan holding the matchbox out to him. “Nah, you do it.”

He smiled at the look of disbelief on Alan’s face. “Really?”

“I get to do it all the time. Go on.”

With a wide smile, Alan lit the match and dropped it into the grave and stood back as the flames whooshed up. “That. Was. Cool.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Sam picked up his bag. “Let’s move on to Spirit Number Two. I’ll tell you some Dean stories.”

“No need to bribe me.” Alan picked up his bag, set his hand on Sam’s shoulder and they were gone.

Twelve: Here Comes the Sun


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