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In Spite of All the Danger (13/13)

Title: In Spite of All the Danger
Chapter Title: The End
Wordcount: 1,459 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: The End--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
Eleven: Dig It
Twelve: Here Comes the Sun

Sam helped Dean clean and disinfect the cuts on his chest. Thankfully, they were shallow as the demon was only toying with him. He wondered if that was the same type of thing Dean had done when he was a torturer. He hated to think of what his brother had been through and wished Dean didn’t feel like he had to shoulder it alone. Dean, not being one for chick-flick moments, rarely opened up about his feelings.

Jo was working on cleaning the cuts on Alan’s face while Bobby was stitching his arm. The man didn’t flinch or instinctively jerk when the needle pierced his skin. Whatever he had done, it had taken enough out of him to put him in a self-induced coma. What else could it be?

Dean and Jo both yawned and Bobby ordered that everyone should get some sleep. “Jo, why don’t you take Alan’s hotel room?” offered Dean. “We’ll call you when he wakes up.”

“Sending me away because you don’t think I can handle sleeping in a room with four guys?”

“As there’s a perfectly good room going to waste, I thought I’d ask. If you’d rather stay and listen to Sasquatch here snore, then I’ll take it.”

“I do not snore!”

“Trust me, dude, you do.”

“I think I’ll take it just to keep you from having it,” Jo said.

Bobby handed her the rental keys and Alan’s hotel key that he had taken from Alan’s coat pocket. With a wave she was gone. Dean stretched out on the other bed with a sigh. Sam wasn’t that tired so he volunteered for the first watch. Someone had to keep an eye on Alan.

“Move over, boy,” Bobby said to Dean.

Dean moved over. “I’ll relieve you in a couple hours.”

“Sure.” Sam opened the laptop and entered “Alan Kelly” into the search engine and found some interesting hits. As low snores filled the room, he read about a hero at the Battle of Salamanca and a WWI flying ace. Had it been anyone else, he would have believed them to be different people. He looked over his shoulder at the man in question and could not believe that he had done all the things attributed to him. One of the aspects of time travel, I guess. He turned back to the laptop and found some video clips on YouTube. He plugged in the earbuds and started through the list.

A tap on the shoulder startled him. “What’re you watchin’?”

“Dean?” Sam removed the earbuds as he looked at the clock on the computer. It was after 10:00.

“Your turn for a nap. How’s Alan?”

“I think he’s just sleeping now.” Sam headed for the bed.

“Right. Watch out for Bobby, he kicks like a mule.”

Sam doubted he’d feel it anyway, he was that tired. One of the last things he remembered before sleep claimed him was Dean’s chuckle.


Dean took a quick peek at Alan to check for himself before sitting at the laptop. He was about to close what Sam had been watching to visit his usual sites when curiosity got the better of him. He played the video of a 60s band and chuckled at what he saw. “No wonder he was going on about music,” he murmured.

He then found one that was an interview with the band which was composed of Alan, his two brothers and one hot redhead, a cousin. Dean then looked at the twin, Ryan, and knew that this was the brother that was dying; the other was older. He’d have to check with Bobby to see if he knew what could be happening and if he had the stuff Alan needed.

He shut off the laptop and stretched. It was time for food and coffee. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure and only relaxed when he realized it was Castiel. The angel was standing at the foot of Alan’s bed, watching. It was eerie and somewhat comforting at the same time.

“You stopped the seal,” he stated. “This has set them back.”

“Yeah, but at what cost?” Dean asked as he stood beside him.

“He will wake soon. His body is…recharging.”

“Is that why he was here? To hold the demon in place until we exorcised it?”


Dean wondered if it was something more to do with Sam and his “gifts”. While Alan kept the demon in place, he yelled out for them to use Latin, not for Sam to use his abilities. Could be he was here as a role model of sorts. He noticed Castiel had something tucked under one of his arms. “What’s that?”

“Chuck asked me to give it to Alan.” He handed it to Dean. “You can give it to him when he wakes.” With a flutter, he was gone.

Dean looked down at a fresh manuscript and had just started to read when he heard the squeak of bedsprings. He looked up to see Alan propped up on his elbows watching him. Aside from the bruise that covered nearly half his face, he looked pretty good for a guy waking from a coma.

“That looks like heavy reading for you,” Alan croaked as he sat up.

“It’s yours. Cas brought it while you were asleep.” He handed Alan the manuscript.

“An original Carver Edlund. Oh, and it’s signed. No wonder I never knew the story. He couldn’t let it be printed because then I’d know what would happen.” He slowly stood, swaying only slightly. “I need a shower.” He made his way to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Dean kicked the other bed, waking Bobby and Sam. “He’s awake,” he said in answer to their groans before calling Jo.


After relieving himself, Alan washed his hands and got his first look at his face. The majority of the right side was mottled red, black and blue and swollen. There were a couple of butterfly bandages covering the cut that ran along his cheek. Noticing his gauze-wrapped arm, he had a feeling there were stitches so he took the plastic bag from the trash bin and wrapped it around. He then stripped down and stepped into the warm shower. As he scrubbed off the dirt and sweat, Alan thought on what he had done. How, of all things, had he faced down a demon, immobilizing it for Dean and Sam to exorcise? Hopefully, he’d never have to repeat the process considering the condition it left him in.

Not wanting to use up all the hot water, he turned it off and rubbed himself dry. There was a tap on the door so he wrapped a towel about his waist and opened it.

Sam was standing there with his bag. “Jo just came with your stuff.

“She’s got good timing. I’ll be right out.”

He changed into jeans and a t-shirt before stepping out into the room. Sam was packing while Jo read the manuscript over Dean’s shoulder. “Where’s Bobby?”

“There were a couple things he wanted to look at before we left,” said Dean. “He doesn’t get out this way that much.”

Jo looked at his face. “It doesn’t look that bad. I did a pretty good job.”

“Thanks for that. I really don’t remember a thing after you started the exorcism.”

“We sent the demon back to hell and Bobby took care of the bones and made sure the man got home.” Sam zipped up his bag.

The door opened and Bobby came in. “How’re you feelin’, Alan?” he asked.

“Fine.” He noticed the hunters exchanging speaking glances. “What’s going on?”

“When you were in the shower, I told Bobby about your brother,” said Dean.

“I’d heard about something similar so I made a few calls…” He held out a small paper bag. “Instructions are inside.”

“That’s where you went.” Alan took the bag, unable to hide the wide smile. “I can’t believe you did it.”

“Promised you, didn’t I?”

“Not in so many words. I didn’t think it would happen.” He put it into his bag and pulled out something else. “There is one more favor I’d like to ask.”

“What?” asked Sam.

He revealed the camera. “I want my brother to see the people who helped save his life.”

The brothers groaned. “We do not do pictures,” Dean stated.

“It’s not for you. It’s for my brother in hospital,” Alan said, laying on the guilt.


After taking the picture, Alan packed up his items and gave the brothers goodbye hugs who promised to take back the rental. He also threatened to come back at some time in the future. After taking Jo and Bobby back home with his deepest thanks, he returned home to his brother.


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