Slash Fiction
I sank down onto the couch next to Dean, curling into his side as he clicked through channels on the tv. "Dean?" I asked softly, spinning the ring around my finger.
"Yeah?" he replied.
"Do you think...Do you think I'm doing okay...as a mother?" I asked. "Do you think they know I love them?"
"Yeah, of course. What's wrong, Si? What's going on in your head?" Dean brushed his fingers through my hair as I stared at the wall of the cabin.
"Dean...I never told anyone this, not even you, but..." Tears stung my eyes. "When I was fifteen, I met my mother. She had tracked me down. I was young and dumb and decided to meet with her."
"And?" he pressed softly, clicking off the tv as he turned his body to face mine.
"I was at a weird spot where a part of me hung onto the idea of her. A part of me still loved her, I think." I shut my eyes. "Dean...she was the person who was supposed to love me the most and she said--she said she couldn't stand to be around me in an off-handed remark kind of way. That hurt worse than anything. I had never felt so...so worthless. All I ever wanted was to be loved. And I don't want them to feel that way, not ever."
Tears were slipping down my face and being quickly brushed away by the soft touch of the pad of his thumb. "Hey, hey, look at me," Dean said softly, tilting my face upward slightly as I opened my eyes to meet his. "They don't. You know how I know? Because I saw how badly you hurt. From the moment you could understand what was going on around you, you hurt. And I don't see that when I look at them."
I wrapped my arms around him, sinking into the only place I'd ever felt truly safe.
"Saige, listen to me, you are loved, you always have been. And you will be loved until the day I die. I'll always love you," Dean whispered, fingers brushing through my hair. He kissed my head. "Get the keys, we're going out."
"Where?" I asked. "It's the middle of the night."
"We'll figure that out when we're in the car."
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"And how are my three favorite meatsicles?" Chet--the Leviathan we had brought back to the cabin--as we walked into the basement where it was chained up.
"Is he still sucking air?" Dean asked as we stopped by the table that was filled with an array of different monster repellants and weapons.
"Greatest hits didn't do the trick, I'm down to B-sides and deep cuts," Bobby replied.
"Better figure something out quick. That whammy that witch dude put on him only lasts a few days," Dean stated. "He gets his spinach back, we're gonna end up having to drop a car on him."
"Actually, Edgar walked away from that car," Chet informed us. "He's fine. Well, he's a little pissed at you, but..." he sighed as we all shared a look. "Oh, you didn't know?"
"You shut your cake trap," Dean snapped.
"Bobby, you've been using all this stuff and he still won't talk?" Sam asked, gesturing to the table.
"Well, there's gotta be something." I shrugged.
Dean's hand left my waist as he crossed the room, pulling a stool up to the chair where the Leviathan was chained up. He sat down.
"Huddle over, coach?" Chet mocked.
"How'd you find us?"
"It was easy. I used pattern-recognition software and a basic heuristic algorithm to track your aliases."
"Great, just what we need, a Mensa monster," Bobby remarked.
Dean stood, moving back to me.
"All right, let's just start with the start. Where'd you get our aliases?" Sam asked.
"From your trench-coated friend obviously," Chet answered. "When we were all nestled at Camp Cass, we kind of got the full download. That's just how we do."
"So why are you talking to us, Chet?" Bobby asked. "You're not dumb. Why are you spilling state secrets?"
"Because I'm not scared of you. You can't stop me. You can't stop any of us. We can't be killed, you stupid little chew toys." Chet looked between us. "You are aware I'm the least of your concerns, right? Oh, you haven't watched the news today, have you?"
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"The two men and one woman who, up until today, were presumed dead locked the doors and opened fire, leaving no survivors," the news anchor said. A clip of footage of our look-a-likes shooting people in a bank vault played. "Sam and Dean Winchester along with Saige Dawson are now the subjects of a manhunt throughout the state of California."
Sam clicked off the tv as we all stood in the small living room area of the cabin.
"I did miss being a wanted criminal," I said sarcastically.
"Busy morning, you three?" Bobby stood and walked toward the kitchen table just a few feet away.
"The sons of bitches xeroxed us," Dean muttered.
"Can we watch Scooby-Doo now?" Rory picked up the remote, holding it out for someone to grab.
"But I don't understand how," Sam said.
"I don't know." Bobby pulled a beer from the fridge. "Maybe one of them touched you at the hospital."
"It was the hair!" Chet yelled from downstairs. "Not too hard to lift some DNA from a motel shower drain, guys!"
"You can copy people like that?" Dean asked.
"Wouldn't have happened if you would let me buy the good conditioner," I remarked.
"I am not paying fifteen dollars to wash my hair."
"Well, look what happens when you don't."
"Well, what is their plan exactly?" Dean asked.
"Squeeze us." Sam scoffed. "Turn us into the most wanted men in America."
"All right, well, that settles it. We find these ass monkeys and we kill them ourselves," Dean decided.
"Wait a second, every form of law enforcement in the country has seen your ugly mugs this morning," Bobby pointed out.
"Exactly. So what's the point in trying to hide?" Dean asked.
"Better than sticking your fool neck out. These things are smarter than you."
"So is literally anything else on planet earth, but..." Emmy trailed off, flipping the page of her book.
"Gee, don't sugarcoat it," Sam said.
"You don't know how to kill them or slow 'em down, and your plan is what? Go right at them?" Bobby asked. "Genius."
"They're wearing our faces," Dean stated. "This is personal."
"I'm with Dean here," Sam added.
"Most days, I can barely handle one of me, I don't think two need to exist," I said.
"If the second you weren't evil, I'd be down for two of you," Dean told me.
"I don't even want to know what weird places your mind went."
Bobby sighed. "If you're gonna be stupid, you might as well be smart about it." He pulled a small book from his bag by the door. "You need to see a fellow named Frank Devereaux."
"Who's he?" Sam asked.
"He's a jackass and a lunatic but he owes me one, from back at Port Huron." Bobby handed Sam a slip of paper with an address on it. "In the meantime, I'll keep working on Chatty Cathy here, see if I can figure out what makes him die."
"All right, who's going with me and who's staying here?" Dean asked.
"Go with daddy." Rory ran toward him. "Pease, pease, pease. Dee-o, pease!"
Dean lifted her into his arms. "All right, that's Thing One. Thing Two, you coming?"
"Yep." Eli nodded his head.
"And it's father to you, pumpkin." Dean tickled Rory's stomach. "Not Dean-o."
"I wanna stay with Bobs," Evie said.
"Okay, behave," I told her. "Wy, what's up?"
"...The roof....?" Wyatt suggested.
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"The usual?" Sam asked as he walked around the car while Dean got out to pump gas.
"Rhymes with singsongs," Dean confirmed.
Rory set her hand on the glass of the window, staring at Dean as he stood outside the car. "Daddy," she whispered as if he were leaving her behind or something.
"Rory, honey, he's coming back," I told her.
"My daddy."
"Yes, your father."
A few minutes passed as Wyatt played with a strand of my hair until Sam was walking briskly out of the store.
"Pretty sure the cashier just made me. Drive," Sam demanded.
The two brothers quickly got back in the car.
"Why can you guys not go anywhere without becoming wanted criminals?" Millie asked.
"Because we are that great," Dean quipped.
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The sun had still yet to rise when we reached an old abandoned house that we were supposed to be at.
"You sure this is the right place?" Dean asked as we stepped out of the car.
"Yeah," I told him. "It's what the address says."
"I'll watch your sleeping spawns," Millie shut her eyes, sinking into the seat of the car.
She was also going to sleep, she means.
Once reaching the front door, Sam knocked. No response. "Frank, you in there?" he asked. "Frank?" The door was unlocked, so he pushed it open. "Frank?"
We walked inside, further into the dark house.
"Frank, anybody here?" Sam called. "Hello? Anybody home?"
We made our way into what I think was an at home office, but couldn't be sure. Then suddenly a lamp clicked on. An older man with glasses and graying hair sat by said lamp, gun pointed at us. "Well, well, well, spider caught some flies." He laughed. He sat forward. "Well, I'll be darned. Psycho Butch and Sundance. You're on CNN right now."
"No, no, that's not us," Sam said.
"No. Can't be," Frank agreed. "Unless you had a teleporter." He laughed. "Do you have a teleporter?" he asked seriously.
Dean shook his head.
"No, sir, we don't," Sam replied.
Frank sat back in his chair. "Well, my condolences on the doppelgängers. Now who sent you? NSA? The feeb? March of Dimes?"
"Bobby Singer," I answered.
Frank stood, cocking the gun.
"Or not. Who?" Dean said quickly.
"He said you could help," Sam stated. "He said you owed him from, uh, Port Huron."
Frank sighed and lowered the gun. "Guy saves your life one time and what, you owe him the rest of yours?"
"That's usually how it works, yeah." Dean nodded, prompting Frank to point the gun at him again.
"Really?" I asked. "Don't say those things."
Frank lowered the gun.
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Frank shredded every ID or badge any of us had, including Millie. We stood in a another room of his house. Computers were everywhere, all the screens playing different crimes the Leviathan's committed as us. The room was filled with different technology and shelves of books.
"I know Bobby's into this magic hooey, but truth is the government has been cloning people for years," Frank rambled. "Guess it was just your turn in the barrel." He moved back to his desk.
"Actually--" Sam began.
"Forget it, he's rolling," Dean told him.
"Yours have been busy beavers," Frank continued.
"Ooh, can I have a pet beavers?" Rory asked, reaching for Dean.
"Beavers bite little girls toes off in their sleep," Dean told her, picking her up.
"Noooo."
"You're number two no the Most Wanted list. Quickest climb up the chart since Donna Summers," Frank continued.
"So what do we do?" I asked as Eli held my hand.
"Cuba's nice this time of year." Frank shrugged.
"Yes, let's go," I agreed.
"I wanna go too, Mama," Eli said.
"No, we're not hiding." Dean shook his head.
"Uh-huh, from the beavers," Rory told him.
Frank scoffed. "Is he always this stupid?"
Rory glared at the man, rubbing Dean's shoulder. "Daddy's not stupid," she muttered.
"Look, we, uh, we gotta stick around and kick a couple of asses," Dean stated. "So, uh, we just need you to get us further off the grid but keep us on the board."
"Yes, kick ass," Wyatt mumbled.
"Wyatt Robert Winchester, you do not say that word," I told him.
"Mommy Si Winchester, I just did."
I shook my head as Dean laughed a little. I'm not sure any of the kids knew my real name. Most of the time, they heard me being referred to as Si or Mom so...
"Well, first thing we gotta do is, uh, wipe all your old aliases," Frank told us. "No more rock shout-outs. It's Tom and John Smith from now on. Lilian and Jane Rose for you two." He pointed at Millie and I. "And no plastic. Cash only. And change your phones on a very frequent non-schedule schedule." Frank tossed us each a new phone. "Oh, and try to stay out of view of the 200 million cameras that the government has access to, okay?"
"Two hundred million?" Dean repeated.
"Big Brother, he has many eyeballs, my friend." Frank crossed the room. "You see a place that looks like it can even afford security, you just ease on down the road." He grabbed Sam's laptop from his bag and moved back to the desk. "This is yours, right?"
"Yeah, that's mine." Sam nodded.
Frank smashed it against the desk.
"Hey! What are you--? What was that?" Sam asked.
Frank grabbed a new one from a shelf and handed it to him.
"Uh....Thank you, I guess," Sam said, blinking.
"Good manners, Sammy," Rory whispered to him.
"No problem," Frank replied. "You owe me 5 grand, cash."
"What?" Sam, Dean, and I asked in unison.
Frank shrugged. "Unless you wanna go comparison shop at the mall. Say hi to the cops for me." He grabbed a camera. "Okay." He grabbed Dean's shoulder and pushed him against the blank wall. "Let's Blue Steel you up some new ID. Mr. and Mr. Smith. Put the tiny goblin down."
Dean set Rory on her feet, making her glare at Frank.
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Frank dropped out new badges and IDs into a small box and then handed us a map. "I marked all the towns your stunt doubles hit, so you can see the pattern."
Sam unfolded the map. 'Okay, great, so what is the pattern?"
"No clue, man. I can't see it."
"Seems random."
"Little tip from a pro, there is no such thing as a random series of robbery-murders by your evil twins," Frank stated. "Well, have yourself some uppers and look at that some more. Good luck." He patted Sam's shoulder.
"Thanks, Frank."
"For what? Sending you to your death? Your doubles wanna be on Candid Camera. Put you in the line of fire. Now I'd lay low because I love life and its infinite mysteries but you guys wanna be dumb, that's fine." Frank shrugged. "At least have the common sense to ditch your car."
Wyatt gasped. "What?"
'Wha--? Uh, excuse me? What?" Dean stammered out at the same time.
"Your Doublemints, they're using a car just the one outside," Frank pointed out.
Rory patted Dean's cheek. "My daddy's not dumb," she whispered. "Go home now?"
I sighed. "I get to pick our new car."