One thing was clear: the demon did not want to talk with them. Its chosen form of communication was vicious snarls and grunts as it tried to burst free from the chains. It was seated on the floor in the middle of a devil’s trap, but you couldn’t be too careful. Wrapping it in chains soaked in holy water had, at the time, seemed like an excellent idea. They hadn’t counted on how pissed it would make the demon. And a pissed off demon was not going to talk.
Dean double-checked the devil’s trap on the ceiling, the one on the floor, and the double ring of salt around the demon before he turned away to check on Sam. His brother was systematically sewing up his own forearm, a blood-stained washcloth clenched between his teeth so he could withstand the pain. Dean’s flask hadn’t hurt either. “Hey, you all right?”
Sam tied it off and nodded. He wiped his arm clean with the cloth and then wiped his hands. “Yeah. You get the location of the hostages?”
With a shake of his head. “Not yet.”
“Dean, we need that—”
“I know!” Dean hissed, casting a wary eye toward the demon. “I’ll get the info out of him, don’t worry.”
“What, are you going to sweet-talk it?”
“No,” Dean said. He brushed the back of two fingers against the bottom of his chin. “I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse.”
Sam’s eyes widened and for a second Dean hoped that just once something was going to go well today.
“Were you supposed to have a cigarette in your mouth when you said that?”
Dean resisted the urge to rub his hand over his face. “Just go get another bottle of holy water, Sammy. I’ll take another crack at the demon.”
Sam started out of the shack where they were holed up, then paused in the doorway. “Dean, it was like a hundred and twenty years for me. That’s a long time to go without seeing a movie.”
Dean drew a long breath and let it out slowly. “Holy water, Sam.”
With a nod, Sam headed back out to the car. Dean turned back toward the demon. When this was over and the hostages were safe, he was going to drive straight to a video store. There was no excuse for not knowing the Godfather, not even a stint in the cage.
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FILL: Round Up the Usual Suspects 3/4
Date: 2014-09-16 02:43 am (UTC)One thing was clear: the demon did not want to talk with them. Its chosen form of communication was vicious snarls and grunts as it tried to burst free from the chains. It was seated on the floor in the middle of a devil’s trap, but you couldn’t be too careful. Wrapping it in chains soaked in holy water had, at the time, seemed like an excellent idea. They hadn’t counted on how pissed it would make the demon. And a pissed off demon was not going to talk.
Dean double-checked the devil’s trap on the ceiling, the one on the floor, and the double ring of salt around the demon before he turned away to check on Sam. His brother was systematically sewing up his own forearm, a blood-stained washcloth clenched between his teeth so he could withstand the pain. Dean’s flask hadn’t hurt either. “Hey, you all right?”
Sam tied it off and nodded. He wiped his arm clean with the cloth and then wiped his hands. “Yeah. You get the location of the hostages?”
With a shake of his head. “Not yet.”
“Dean, we need that—”
“I know!” Dean hissed, casting a wary eye toward the demon. “I’ll get the info out of him, don’t worry.”
“What, are you going to sweet-talk it?”
“No,” Dean said. He brushed the back of two fingers against the bottom of his chin. “I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse.”
Sam’s eyes widened and for a second Dean hoped that just once something was going to go well today.
“Were you supposed to have a cigarette in your mouth when you said that?”
Dean resisted the urge to rub his hand over his face. “Just go get another bottle of holy water, Sammy. I’ll take another crack at the demon.”
Sam started out of the shack where they were holed up, then paused in the doorway. “Dean, it was like a hundred and twenty years for me. That’s a long time to go without seeing a movie.”
Dean drew a long breath and let it out slowly. “Holy water, Sam.”
With a nod, Sam headed back out to the car. Dean turned back toward the demon. When this was over and the hostages were safe, he was going to drive straight to a video store. There was no excuse for not knowing the Godfather, not even a stint in the cage.