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eachdraidhean) wrote2022-06-19 11:55 pm
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Always My Guide Epilogue
Back to Chapter Five
A few weeks later …
Bobby finds them a case that has Dean gleefully rubbing his hands.
“A kappa? Seriously? I thought they only lived in Japan?”
“Well, there’s been a sighting, and some locals are all worked up about pets going missing around the lake, and Rufus remembered that I had that blessed katana, so …”
“Location?” Dean bounces on the balls of his feet.
“Two states over.” Bobby scribbles the details down. “Take your time and stop by Symmonds on the way back, he’s got an order for me.”
“Will do, Bobby.” Sam takes the paper from his fingers.
“And Sam? Make sure your idjit brother doesn’t take any of his own appendages off with that sword by accident, will you?”
Sam salutes Bobby as Dean drags him out of the door, and they drive off in a cloud of dust.
They find a toy poodle, one of the missing pets, cowering in the bushes not far from the edge of the lake, all tangled up in some weeds. The tag has his address on, and his name, Mr Pookey. Sam feels bad using him as bait to draw the kappa out of the lake, he looks like he’s already had way more than enough trauma.
Dean, who’s been carrying the katana, insists that Sam is the one to use it. Just as the sun goes down. the lizard-like kappa slithers out of the water towards the poodle. Sam sneaks up on it, and takes its head off in one go. The katana slices through it’s thick skin like it was butter and cauterizes the flesh on either side which glows faintly blue for a moment before Dean kicks both the torso and the head back into the water, where, according to the lore, they will both disintegrate within days leaving no trace.
All that’s left is to return Mr Pookey the poodle to its owner. She’s very grateful and gives them $20 for their trouble which pays for a Chinese that they take back to the motel.
Later, as he dozes, Sam remembers a more innocent time, a couple of years ago, when he was pining for something more from Dean, even though he hadn’t known quite what at the time. Now he knows, and now he doesn’t have to stop himself from taking what he wants.
“Sam?” Dean’s still mostly asleep and his voice is low and scratchy. “You’re thinking too loud again.”
Dean untangles his legs from the blankets and turns over to mash his face against Sam’s chest, pulling him closer. “C’mere.”
Now, Sam doesn’t need to hesitate. He sighs happily as he looks down the length of Dean’s body and wraps his arm around Dean’s waist.
Now, and forever, Sam is home.
A few weeks later …
Bobby finds them a case that has Dean gleefully rubbing his hands.
“A kappa? Seriously? I thought they only lived in Japan?”
“Well, there’s been a sighting, and some locals are all worked up about pets going missing around the lake, and Rufus remembered that I had that blessed katana, so …”
“Location?” Dean bounces on the balls of his feet.
“Two states over.” Bobby scribbles the details down. “Take your time and stop by Symmonds on the way back, he’s got an order for me.”
“Will do, Bobby.” Sam takes the paper from his fingers.
“And Sam? Make sure your idjit brother doesn’t take any of his own appendages off with that sword by accident, will you?”
Sam salutes Bobby as Dean drags him out of the door, and they drive off in a cloud of dust.
They find a toy poodle, one of the missing pets, cowering in the bushes not far from the edge of the lake, all tangled up in some weeds. The tag has his address on, and his name, Mr Pookey. Sam feels bad using him as bait to draw the kappa out of the lake, he looks like he’s already had way more than enough trauma.
Dean, who’s been carrying the katana, insists that Sam is the one to use it. Just as the sun goes down. the lizard-like kappa slithers out of the water towards the poodle. Sam sneaks up on it, and takes its head off in one go. The katana slices through it’s thick skin like it was butter and cauterizes the flesh on either side which glows faintly blue for a moment before Dean kicks both the torso and the head back into the water, where, according to the lore, they will both disintegrate within days leaving no trace.
All that’s left is to return Mr Pookey the poodle to its owner. She’s very grateful and gives them $20 for their trouble which pays for a Chinese that they take back to the motel.
Later, as he dozes, Sam remembers a more innocent time, a couple of years ago, when he was pining for something more from Dean, even though he hadn’t known quite what at the time. Now he knows, and now he doesn’t have to stop himself from taking what he wants.
“Sam?” Dean’s still mostly asleep and his voice is low and scratchy. “You’re thinking too loud again.”
Dean untangles his legs from the blankets and turns over to mash his face against Sam’s chest, pulling him closer. “C’mere.”
Now, Sam doesn’t need to hesitate. He sighs happily as he looks down the length of Dean’s body and wraps his arm around Dean’s waist.
Now, and forever, Sam is home.