FIC Weapons Dealer
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shanachie_quillTitle: Weapons Dealer
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, JD, DJ
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: Where do the boys get all those wonderful toys?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: I believe some slight swearing and maybe a little mild brother whumping and harassment.
Spoilers: Not really spoilers per se. I just started watching the show.
Disclaimer: *sigh* Nope I didn't win them in the lottery so only JD and her family belong to me.
Author's Note:Well, its been a fun strange trip. Not sure if I'm gonna write in SPN again...but I hope y'all enjoyed this. Oh and Wal-Hell gets credited to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
serenelystrange --who coined the term...if you wanna know why...ask her.
Part One
Part Two
JD looked at the merchandise she had arranged on the table. “Ya know aside from the bows—which would run you a couple thou on the open market and the crossbow which you probably couldn’t buy—you could probably get most of this stuff at your local Wal-Hell. Or make it yourselves.”
“Wal-Hell?” Sam mouthed as Dean shrugged. “Yeah, but you wouldn’t believe the looks we get when we load up on shotgun shells.”
JD laughed at that. “Yeah I’d imagine you get some strange ones. Okay so anything else?”
“Silver bullets?” Dean questioned, looking at the array of weaponry she had laid out. “Sammy, your books.”
“These three.” Sam handed the books he had decided on over to his brother. “And these three.”
“Sam, you’re brilliant, but you can’t count. I said five.”
“I know, but, Dean…I really need all six.”
Dean glared at his brother for a moment, but was unable to resist the pleading look. In all honesty Sam didn’t ask for books that often. Other things yes, things Dean couldn’t or wouldn’t give to him, but not books. “Okay, yeah. All six, but you need to pick a knife too.”
Sam grumbled, but went over to the shelves where JD had the knives arranged and began looking them over. JD had turned back to the merchandise during their discussion and was wrapping it all up into neat packs that would be easy to carry and stow in the car. Dean had to admit he was impressed with how quickly and efficiently she packed things up. Within minutes she had everything separated and tied up into three packs. Hefting them, she checked the weight and then nodded at Dean. “You’re good to go. I’ll carry one out to your car.” Pulling a card from her pocket, she handed it over to Dean. “Next time, gimme a call before showing up. And if ya need information in the mean time, I’ll see what I can dig up. I don’t charge as much as some of your other contacts.”
Dean nodded, stuffing the card into his own pocket, and handing over the money they had agreed on. “Yo, Sam, wrap it up.”
“I just need…”
JD started as a buzzer sounded and she reached for a radio on the wall. “What, DJ?” she demanded. “Dinner can wait another ten minutes.”
“Sheriff’s headed up the road, JD. He’s about five minutes out.”
“Well, shite,” JD swore.
“Problem?” Dean asked as she hefted one of the packs and jerked her head at him.
“Yes and no. This new sheriff isn’t as dumb as the old one and if he’s five minutes out there’s not enough time to hide your car. You willing to trust me and play along?”
“Do we have much choice?”
“Well, you can try to bluff it out on your own, but I know the sheriff and what might send him away with all of us free.”
“Fine. What do we do with the weapons?” Dean asked.
“Bring ‘em with.” JD pulled a knife from the groupings and shoved it into Sam’s belt. “That’s the one you want, Winchester. Let’s book.”
Shrugging at his brother, Dean followed her as she took the stairs two at a time, barking commands he couldn’t follow into the radio. When she ordered DJ to hotwire the Impala, he reached out to grab her. “What the hell are you doing?”
“We don’t have time to get there and for you to move it,” she said, barely breathing heavily from the exertion. “DJ won’t harm it more than he has to and we can fix it up good as new.” She glanced back over her shoulder. “No charge. Now move your pretty ass.”
“My what?!” Dean stopped in shock as Sam bit back a snort of laughter.
When his brother still didn’t move and she out distanced them by a few steps, Sam shoved him. “You heard the lady. Move your pretty ass.”
“You’ll pay for that, Sammy,” Dean growled, but he began moving again.
When they emerged into the sunlight, they both blinked for a moment, but JD was already making her way to the house at a steady jog. The boys’ longer legs allowed them to quickly catch up. “What’s the plan?” Sam asked.
“Dean, into the house and DJ will show you where to hide. Sam, stay on the porch with me.”
“I’m not hiding,” Dean grunted out.
“Okay so you aren’t the one on every wanted poster across the country?” she asked. “Fine get arrested, but then take your car and get the hell off my property. Or let me keep y’all safe.” She stopped and glared at him for a minute.
It was worry over Sam that decided him. Sam wouldn’t be safe if Dean got himself arrested again, so he was going to have to trust this woman. “If you get my brother arrested or shot or god forbid killed…”
“Yeah, I know. I’m dead. Scarier people than you have threatened me. Fucking Delta Force has threatened me. Get in the house!” As Dean ducked through the doorway, she grabbed a cowboy hat that was resting on a rocking chair. Plopping it on Sam’s head, she instructed, “Don’t say anything unless you absolutely have to.”
Sam straightened the hat, peering out from under the brim as an SUV braked to a halt in front of the porch. A lean, rugged man swung out of the driver’s seat; hiking his belt up, he swaggered towards the porch. “That’s your sheriff?” Sam asked in a low voice.
“Unfortunately,” JD answered, plastering a smile on her face. “Howdy, Sheriff. What brings you out to my neck of the woods?”
The sheriff tipped his own hat back and stared up at the woman. “Just checking in on you, JD. Where’s your brother?”
“He’s around. He’s always around. You know he doesn’t leave the ranch,” JD responded, crossing her arms.
“Who’s your friend?” the sheriff continued, stepping closer to the porch.
“Sheriff, we had a deal. You stay off my porch and I don’t put buckshot in your ass.” Sam was surprised to realize that JD had a shotgun in her hand. “He’s my cousin. Came in last night and plans to stay for another day or so.”
“Since when do you and that nutcase brother allow other people on the ranch?”
“He’s family,” JD stressed, “and since you’re obviously after DJ for something.” She raised her voice, “DJ, get your ass out here!”
A moment later, DJ lumbered out onto the porch, blood on one hand. Using his clean hand, he pushed Sam gently to the side. “Move over, cuz,” he rumbled. “Problem, JD?” He began to wipe his bloody hand on the rag he held.
“Sheriff was just wondering if you’d been home all day,” JD said, not taking her eyes off the intruder. “I reminded him that you don’t leave the ranch.”
“I went a’hunting, but I stayed on our property,” DJ confirmed. “Caught a couple rabbits.” He jerked a thumb at the cabin behind him. “Was just cleaning them.” He looked at his sister. “We good now? Don’t want the meat to set too long.”
“Yeah, go on, DJ.” JD didn’t take her eyes off the sheriff, but shifted them to her brother for one moment. “I think the sheriff was just leaving.”
“Just as soon as you tell me what your cousin’s name is,” the sheriff replied.
JD’s fingers tightened on the shotgun. “Sam. Sam Wilkens.”
The sheriff held her eyes for a minute as if trying to gage if she was lying to him, then backed away. “Okay. Have a good night. Enjoy your dinner.”
JD didn’t move as he got back into the SUV and turned it around, pulling out of the driveway. Letting her breath out slowly when the truck disappeared, she lowered the gun. “It’s clear,” she called when she was sure he were gone.
Dean almost ran out of the cabin, his face tinged green. “Where’s the Impala?” he demanded.
“DJ’ll bring it around, just give him a minute.” She grinned at his complexion. “Not staying for dinner I take it?”
“I have never seen something so gross in my life and I salt and burn bodies…some of them still juicy. That was disgusting!” Dean exclaimed.
JD shook her head, accepting the hat Sam held out to her. “It’s not that bad. Did he offer you the entrails or something?” When Dean didn’t answer, she sighed. “I’m sorry. I’ve told him not to do that.” They all turned as a familiar rough sound drew their attention. “See? No harm done. Give him a minute and the wires’ll be back where they belong.”
Dean swallowed as he realized the girl had actually protected them; at a risk to herself and her brother. “Thank you.”
JD nodded. “Yeah, well, you just paid me a lot of money. One more thing?”
“We’re not paying you anymore money,” Dean cautioned.
“No,” JD said and she actually looked awkward. “I just.” She took a deep breath. “I want to give you both a blessing. I know you might not believe, but I do, and anything that will keep those fighting the good fight safe might help.”
“Do we have to do anything?” Dean asked suspiciously.
“Just lean over so I can touch your forehead,” JD responded. Resting a hand on each boys’ head, she closed her eyes and whispered in another language for a moment. Sam felt a feeling of peace steal over him and he closed his eyes, allowing her voice to wash over him. At the same time, Dean felt himself tense up before he felt a spike of electricity pour through him. His eyes flashed open—although he didn’t remember closing them—and for a moment he saw two of JD, both of whom leaned forward; kissing him and Sam on the foreheads at the same time.
“What the hell?” he demanded as she released them.
“Don’t speak of it,” JD cautioned. “The goddess touches each of us in her own way.”
He stared at her for a moment, as Sam hefted two packs and carried them towards the car. She held his gaze as he tried to sift through what had just happened. Finally he decided that whatever had happened, it hadn’t harmed him. “Thank you,” he said, deciding that was the safest response.
She nodded. “You’d better go before the sheriff decides he didn’t believe my story. Lemme know if ya need more supplies and we’ll meet somewhere.”
Dean nodded back in response and grabbed the last pack. Tossing it in the back of the Impala, he slid behind the wheel. Sam was already in the passenger seat, his nose deep in one of the books he’d picked out. Without a word, deciding this wasn’t the weirdest thing they’d ever experienced, Dean turned the Impala around and pointed it out of the driveway. Maybe on the way to Oregon he’d find his equilibrium. Or maybe this was just another step on the strange journey they were on…he and his brother were still together and that was all that mattered.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, JD, DJ
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: Where do the boys get all those wonderful toys?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: I believe some slight swearing and maybe a little mild brother whumping and harassment.
Spoilers: Not really spoilers per se. I just started watching the show.
Disclaimer: *sigh* Nope I didn't win them in the lottery so only JD and her family belong to me.
Author's Note:Well, its been a fun strange trip. Not sure if I'm gonna write in SPN again...but I hope y'all enjoyed this. Oh and Wal-Hell gets credited to
serenelystrange --who coined the term...if you wanna know why...ask her.Part One
Part Two
JD looked at the merchandise she had arranged on the table. “Ya know aside from the bows—which would run you a couple thou on the open market and the crossbow which you probably couldn’t buy—you could probably get most of this stuff at your local Wal-Hell. Or make it yourselves.”
“Wal-Hell?” Sam mouthed as Dean shrugged. “Yeah, but you wouldn’t believe the looks we get when we load up on shotgun shells.”
JD laughed at that. “Yeah I’d imagine you get some strange ones. Okay so anything else?”
“Silver bullets?” Dean questioned, looking at the array of weaponry she had laid out. “Sammy, your books.”
“These three.” Sam handed the books he had decided on over to his brother. “And these three.”
“Sam, you’re brilliant, but you can’t count. I said five.”
“I know, but, Dean…I really need all six.”
Dean glared at his brother for a moment, but was unable to resist the pleading look. In all honesty Sam didn’t ask for books that often. Other things yes, things Dean couldn’t or wouldn’t give to him, but not books. “Okay, yeah. All six, but you need to pick a knife too.”
Sam grumbled, but went over to the shelves where JD had the knives arranged and began looking them over. JD had turned back to the merchandise during their discussion and was wrapping it all up into neat packs that would be easy to carry and stow in the car. Dean had to admit he was impressed with how quickly and efficiently she packed things up. Within minutes she had everything separated and tied up into three packs. Hefting them, she checked the weight and then nodded at Dean. “You’re good to go. I’ll carry one out to your car.” Pulling a card from her pocket, she handed it over to Dean. “Next time, gimme a call before showing up. And if ya need information in the mean time, I’ll see what I can dig up. I don’t charge as much as some of your other contacts.”
Dean nodded, stuffing the card into his own pocket, and handing over the money they had agreed on. “Yo, Sam, wrap it up.”
“I just need…”
JD started as a buzzer sounded and she reached for a radio on the wall. “What, DJ?” she demanded. “Dinner can wait another ten minutes.”
“Sheriff’s headed up the road, JD. He’s about five minutes out.”
“Well, shite,” JD swore.
“Problem?” Dean asked as she hefted one of the packs and jerked her head at him.
“Yes and no. This new sheriff isn’t as dumb as the old one and if he’s five minutes out there’s not enough time to hide your car. You willing to trust me and play along?”
“Do we have much choice?”
“Well, you can try to bluff it out on your own, but I know the sheriff and what might send him away with all of us free.”
“Fine. What do we do with the weapons?” Dean asked.
“Bring ‘em with.” JD pulled a knife from the groupings and shoved it into Sam’s belt. “That’s the one you want, Winchester. Let’s book.”
Shrugging at his brother, Dean followed her as she took the stairs two at a time, barking commands he couldn’t follow into the radio. When she ordered DJ to hotwire the Impala, he reached out to grab her. “What the hell are you doing?”
“We don’t have time to get there and for you to move it,” she said, barely breathing heavily from the exertion. “DJ won’t harm it more than he has to and we can fix it up good as new.” She glanced back over her shoulder. “No charge. Now move your pretty ass.”
“My what?!” Dean stopped in shock as Sam bit back a snort of laughter.
When his brother still didn’t move and she out distanced them by a few steps, Sam shoved him. “You heard the lady. Move your pretty ass.”
“You’ll pay for that, Sammy,” Dean growled, but he began moving again.
When they emerged into the sunlight, they both blinked for a moment, but JD was already making her way to the house at a steady jog. The boys’ longer legs allowed them to quickly catch up. “What’s the plan?” Sam asked.
“Dean, into the house and DJ will show you where to hide. Sam, stay on the porch with me.”
“I’m not hiding,” Dean grunted out.
“Okay so you aren’t the one on every wanted poster across the country?” she asked. “Fine get arrested, but then take your car and get the hell off my property. Or let me keep y’all safe.” She stopped and glared at him for a minute.
It was worry over Sam that decided him. Sam wouldn’t be safe if Dean got himself arrested again, so he was going to have to trust this woman. “If you get my brother arrested or shot or god forbid killed…”
“Yeah, I know. I’m dead. Scarier people than you have threatened me. Fucking Delta Force has threatened me. Get in the house!” As Dean ducked through the doorway, she grabbed a cowboy hat that was resting on a rocking chair. Plopping it on Sam’s head, she instructed, “Don’t say anything unless you absolutely have to.”
Sam straightened the hat, peering out from under the brim as an SUV braked to a halt in front of the porch. A lean, rugged man swung out of the driver’s seat; hiking his belt up, he swaggered towards the porch. “That’s your sheriff?” Sam asked in a low voice.
“Unfortunately,” JD answered, plastering a smile on her face. “Howdy, Sheriff. What brings you out to my neck of the woods?”
The sheriff tipped his own hat back and stared up at the woman. “Just checking in on you, JD. Where’s your brother?”
“He’s around. He’s always around. You know he doesn’t leave the ranch,” JD responded, crossing her arms.
“Who’s your friend?” the sheriff continued, stepping closer to the porch.
“Sheriff, we had a deal. You stay off my porch and I don’t put buckshot in your ass.” Sam was surprised to realize that JD had a shotgun in her hand. “He’s my cousin. Came in last night and plans to stay for another day or so.”
“Since when do you and that nutcase brother allow other people on the ranch?”
“He’s family,” JD stressed, “and since you’re obviously after DJ for something.” She raised her voice, “DJ, get your ass out here!”
A moment later, DJ lumbered out onto the porch, blood on one hand. Using his clean hand, he pushed Sam gently to the side. “Move over, cuz,” he rumbled. “Problem, JD?” He began to wipe his bloody hand on the rag he held.
“Sheriff was just wondering if you’d been home all day,” JD said, not taking her eyes off the intruder. “I reminded him that you don’t leave the ranch.”
“I went a’hunting, but I stayed on our property,” DJ confirmed. “Caught a couple rabbits.” He jerked a thumb at the cabin behind him. “Was just cleaning them.” He looked at his sister. “We good now? Don’t want the meat to set too long.”
“Yeah, go on, DJ.” JD didn’t take her eyes off the sheriff, but shifted them to her brother for one moment. “I think the sheriff was just leaving.”
“Just as soon as you tell me what your cousin’s name is,” the sheriff replied.
JD’s fingers tightened on the shotgun. “Sam. Sam Wilkens.”
The sheriff held her eyes for a minute as if trying to gage if she was lying to him, then backed away. “Okay. Have a good night. Enjoy your dinner.”
JD didn’t move as he got back into the SUV and turned it around, pulling out of the driveway. Letting her breath out slowly when the truck disappeared, she lowered the gun. “It’s clear,” she called when she was sure he were gone.
Dean almost ran out of the cabin, his face tinged green. “Where’s the Impala?” he demanded.
“DJ’ll bring it around, just give him a minute.” She grinned at his complexion. “Not staying for dinner I take it?”
“I have never seen something so gross in my life and I salt and burn bodies…some of them still juicy. That was disgusting!” Dean exclaimed.
JD shook her head, accepting the hat Sam held out to her. “It’s not that bad. Did he offer you the entrails or something?” When Dean didn’t answer, she sighed. “I’m sorry. I’ve told him not to do that.” They all turned as a familiar rough sound drew their attention. “See? No harm done. Give him a minute and the wires’ll be back where they belong.”
Dean swallowed as he realized the girl had actually protected them; at a risk to herself and her brother. “Thank you.”
JD nodded. “Yeah, well, you just paid me a lot of money. One more thing?”
“We’re not paying you anymore money,” Dean cautioned.
“No,” JD said and she actually looked awkward. “I just.” She took a deep breath. “I want to give you both a blessing. I know you might not believe, but I do, and anything that will keep those fighting the good fight safe might help.”
“Do we have to do anything?” Dean asked suspiciously.
“Just lean over so I can touch your forehead,” JD responded. Resting a hand on each boys’ head, she closed her eyes and whispered in another language for a moment. Sam felt a feeling of peace steal over him and he closed his eyes, allowing her voice to wash over him. At the same time, Dean felt himself tense up before he felt a spike of electricity pour through him. His eyes flashed open—although he didn’t remember closing them—and for a moment he saw two of JD, both of whom leaned forward; kissing him and Sam on the foreheads at the same time.
“What the hell?” he demanded as she released them.
“Don’t speak of it,” JD cautioned. “The goddess touches each of us in her own way.”
He stared at her for a moment, as Sam hefted two packs and carried them towards the car. She held his gaze as he tried to sift through what had just happened. Finally he decided that whatever had happened, it hadn’t harmed him. “Thank you,” he said, deciding that was the safest response.
She nodded. “You’d better go before the sheriff decides he didn’t believe my story. Lemme know if ya need more supplies and we’ll meet somewhere.”
Dean nodded back in response and grabbed the last pack. Tossing it in the back of the Impala, he slid behind the wheel. Sam was already in the passenger seat, his nose deep in one of the books he’d picked out. Without a word, deciding this wasn’t the weirdest thing they’d ever experienced, Dean turned the Impala around and pointed it out of the driveway. Maybe on the way to Oregon he’d find his equilibrium. Or maybe this was just another step on the strange journey they were on…he and his brother were still together and that was all that mattered.
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