[ dean doesn't waste a whole lot of time, after the conversation is over, to find sam. whether his brother is expecting to go right now or not isn't really dean's concern, because he's deciding that they are doing this right now, and in the way sam wanted.
talking.
they're gonna talk to the cultists, and see what they have to say. and once that fails, because there's no way it won't, he'll have a good old grand fucking time telling sam i told you so.
stepping into the library, and making his way down the aisles, dean eventually comes across a table where he finds sam. the books scattered around only get something of a glare, before dean's giving the table a slight kick to alert his brother to his presence. ]
[ Sam had promised he wouldn't get so wrapped up in the text again, but he couldn't just leave it, either. So after a rest and a shower, he left Fatima's room to return to the library and subsequently made his post. He was glad for Dean's eventually (albeit begrudging) agreement, but he didn't expect it to happen.
You know.
Now.
The kick shakes the table and Sam startles in his seat, looking up at Dean with clear confusion written on his face. ]
[ No, he is so not ready for this. Sam narrows his eyes, but the second Dean goes for his gun, he's on higher alert. It eases him a bit to see it go back in the holster, but damn if Dean isn't overeager for this.
He exhales sharply through his nose, slamming a book shut. It's huffy but that's the point. ]
I'm not the one coming in and waving a gun around.
[ He's more than happy to wait a few hours, at least. He pushes himself out of his seat begrudgingly. ]
[ dean has absolutely no doubt that this meeting with the cultists is going to go up in flames in a matter of minutes. but, with the whole trying to stay on sam's good side thing in the works, he'll sit back and watch it burn before stepping in-- just to prove a fucking point.
maybe it'll mean next time his brother will actually listen to him, too. ]
Now come on. I don't have all day to waste on this.
[ Sam rolls his eyes, tucking his pocket watch away. ]
I'm not the only one who thinks we should do this, Dean.
[ More than one person has suggested trying to talk to them. Looks like it's now or never. Sam makes a point to lift up the back of his shirt and pull out a pistol, just so Dean can see that he doesn't go walking around unarmed, before placing it back. He's not stupid, Dean. ]
[ you're not the only one who can roll his eyes here, sammy. ]
I didn't realize that somehow makes this a less dumb idea.
[ great, he can prove a group of people wrong then! awesome. dean just makes a frustrated sound as he eyes the gun sam has with him, and then looks back at sam. at least he's armed, dean can't ask for anything more at this point.
but whatever. dean's more than willing to go, and at the words he heads back towards the entrance of the library. ]
Right, because shoot first and ask questions later does real good when you're talking to dead bodies.
[ He shakes his head, but follows with a disgruntled look on his face. The sad thing is that this is them getting along, but it's progress. Likely it doesn't look that way to anyone else.
Okay, he needs to send Dean another look. ]
No. I just like walking around with an empty pistol for show. It makes me feel good.
I said I'd make sure they're able to answer questions first.
[ and then, you know, gank them after. gank them good and painful because that's exactly what they deserve after everything they've done to the campus and its people. ]
Can't be too sure with all this hippie nonsense of yours anymore.
[ for all he knows the fucking gun shoots flowers, or some shit. ]
But I'm telling you, Sam, they make one mistake and this entire thing is off.
[ "Grow up, Dean" is what he wants to say but holds it back. What Dean is missing are the years leading up to the apocalypse. While Sam knows what happens, he hasn't experienced it first hand, he isn't as worn down and resigned to his miserable life. He still wants to fight it even if sometimes he feels like giving in. There's a high road to take and it's the one he'll choose. ]
I said fine, Dean.
[ He agreed; if it goes south, then they fight. But until then? Sam is going to try and talk it out. ]
I got it, okay?
[ He all but shoves the doors open as they make their way outside. ]
[ huff. dean doesn't comment after, just follows sam through the doors and outside.
they'll see if sam gets it or not, when they meet the cultists. dean has little faith in him when it comes to this. maybe, if it was someone dean knows has some sense in their head, then maybe he could believe in sam's method of talking. but when it's half-crazed cultists in this foreign world of theirs-- yeah, fucking forget it.
it doesn't take a lot of effort to find the first pack. just at the border of campus, a number of cultists are building something which can only be described as a barricade. dean's immediately on edge at the sight of it, eyes shooting from those they're supposed to talk to, to his brother.
it takes every bit of his self-restraint to not draw his gun out already. ]
[ Dean may have a point with that. Sam watches curiously as the cultists work, taking each step forward with a bit of trepidation. He glances back at Dean with a somewhat uneasy expression, but it doesn't stop him. He said he wanted to talk, after all. So talk he will try.
As they draw closer, Sam holds his hands up and out in what he hopes is a clear sign he's not trying to start something.
One of the cultists seems to take charge first, stopping his work and turning towards the WInchesters. Sam doesn't offer a smile, but he does try to keep his expression neutral. ]
[ dean's all but growling at the cultists as they stop their work and see them. there's clear apprehension on their faces, but something else, too, something entirely hostile. and dean doesn't like it one fucking bit. but as sam approaches them, so does dean...
and while his brother tries to communicate, dean's left to scoff quietly under his breath. ]
And real talkative.
[ and then instead of lingering back and keeping his mouth shut further, dean steps past sam, voice hard. ]
[ Sam all but hisses. He knows it's a delicate situation and by the way the cultist who acknowledged them straightens, Dean's tactic is clearly not welcome. Sam shoots his brother a look, wanting to nudge him out of the way, but instead closes the distance to stand beside him. ]
I've read some things...about your Gods, I think.
[ That? That definitely gets the attention of a couple, but the rest immediately go back to work. It's a little disheartening. The main one says something of his shoulder to the others, sending them towards the barricade as he regards the Winchesters. ]
...Are they supposed to come here? Are you...welcoming them to Zelien?
[ Silence is their only answer, but Sam pushes forward in a calm and even tone despite the topic. ]
If they did come here, would it be li--
[ That is, until the cultist reaches out to sink his fingers into Sam's neck in one sudden and fluid movement. Sam immediately grabs on and gasps, feeling his trachea being crushed with a surprising amount of force. He reaches for his gun. ]
[ the fact that it goes to shit within seconds doesn't surprise dean one bit. but the cultist reaching out to crush sam's neck?
yeah, he might want to rethink that. ]
Oh no you don't-- [ dean's hands been on his gun this entire time, drawing it takes little to no time, and firing it even less. it's point blank to the cultist's head, which splatters like a melon moments later, blood and all the other fun stuff exploding all around. but nobody lays a hand on his brother, especially not a single one of these twisted fucks.
of course, it's also an invitation for the rest of them to attack.
dean's at sam's side second later, then steps between him and the mass that's now advancing, eyes on their enemies though he speaks up. ]
You okay?
[ there isn't much time for an answer, as one lashes out, blade in hand and another comes from the right. dean's shoving at sam then, forcing him to go, to back up. ]
Move-- [ another cultists drops as dean fires his gun again, but it leaves room for his partner to slice at dean's arm with the blade. ]
[ Exploding all around is an understatement. Sam has had brain matter on him before and it's never been a pleasant experience. He's pretty sure something got in his mouth, too, and that doesn't count for the rest of him that's now covered in blood thanks to the proximity.
It's better than a crushed trachea, though, even if the interview ended before it started. ]
Yeah--
[ He takes a gasping breath. The commotion has clearly stirred the masses. Sam regains his composure and pistol whips the one that cut Dean before drawing back. Unlike his brother, he's not out for a massacre.
But he still cocks the gun at the ready as he walks backwards. ]
[ there's something of a snarl as one cuts him, but then sam's already on it and dean's backing off too. his gun is still trained on all those approaching though, and one more gets shot-- though this time lower in the body somewhere. maybe he'll survive, maybe not.
hardly dean's concern.
but then he's throwing a look at sam, finds him still in one piece. ]
We're done here, right?
[ not that sam gets much of a choice in whether they leave or not. ]
[ Done before they could start. Sam's upset, clearly, but he's not so bull-headed to push forward when the cultists hadn't even hinted that they'd be willing to talk. So much for his hopes and theories. Where does that leave them, now?
Sam nods and quickly makes his way back to the main entrance, keeping the gun trained on the masses before he has to push the door open. ]
[ this, if anything, leaves very little wonder whether the cultists could be communicated with, if there is so much as a chance that they might be able to work something out.
the answer, which is obvious now, leaves something wild to flash over dean's face as he smirks. ]
We could regroup, could go back, Sam-- make them pay.
[ be better prepared and leave them all as bodies on the ground. how about it? ]
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talking.
they're gonna talk to the cultists, and see what they have to say. and once that fails, because there's no way it won't, he'll have a good old grand fucking time telling sam i told you so.
stepping into the library, and making his way down the aisles, dean eventually comes across a table where he finds sam. the books scattered around only get something of a glare, before dean's giving the table a slight kick to alert his brother to his presence. ]
Let's go.
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You know.
Now.
The kick shakes the table and Sam startles in his seat, looking up at Dean with clear confusion written on his face. ]
Wha-- [ Dude? ] --right now?
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No, next month, Princess. Yes now.
[ and to prove as much, he's turning some from sam, gun in one hand while he checks the clip. ]
No time like the present, since you're so eager to make this fucking mistake.
[ and cue his gun being angrily slammed back into the holster around his thigh, and then impatient waiting. ]
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He exhales sharply through his nose, slamming a book shut. It's huffy but that's the point. ]
I'm not the one coming in and waving a gun around.
[ He's more than happy to wait a few hours, at least. He pushes himself out of his seat begrudgingly. ]
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Trust me when I say we're gonna need it.
[ dean has absolutely no doubt that this meeting with the cultists is going to go up in flames in a matter of minutes. but, with the whole trying to stay on sam's good side thing in the works, he'll sit back and watch it burn before stepping in-- just to prove a fucking point.
maybe it'll mean next time his brother will actually listen to him, too. ]
Now come on. I don't have all day to waste on this.
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I'm not the only one who thinks we should do this, Dean.
[ More than one person has suggested trying to talk to them. Looks like it's now or never. Sam makes a point to lift up the back of his shirt and pull out a pistol, just so Dean can see that he doesn't go walking around unarmed, before placing it back. He's not stupid, Dean. ]
Let's go.
[ Asshole. ]
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I didn't realize that somehow makes this a less dumb idea.
[ great, he can prove a group of people wrong then! awesome. dean just makes a frustrated sound as he eyes the gun sam has with him, and then looks back at sam. at least he's armed, dean can't ask for anything more at this point.
but whatever. dean's more than willing to go, and at the words he heads back towards the entrance of the library. ]
Is that thing at least loaded?
[ ...is asked eventually. ]
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[ He shakes his head, but follows with a disgruntled look on his face. The sad thing is that this is them getting along, but it's progress. Likely it doesn't look that way to anyone else.
Okay, he needs to send Dean another look. ]
No. I just like walking around with an empty pistol for show. It makes me feel good.
[ Are you an idiot, Dean? ]
Of course it's loaded.
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[ and then, you know, gank them after. gank them good and painful because that's exactly what they deserve after everything they've done to the campus and its people. ]
Can't be too sure with all this hippie nonsense of yours anymore.
[ for all he knows the fucking gun shoots flowers, or some shit. ]
But I'm telling you, Sam, they make one mistake and this entire thing is off.
[ and they'll do things his way. ]
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I said fine, Dean.
[ He agreed; if it goes south, then they fight. But until then? Sam is going to try and talk it out. ]
I got it, okay?
[ He all but shoves the doors open as they make their way outside. ]
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they'll see if sam gets it or not, when they meet the cultists. dean has little faith in him when it comes to this. maybe, if it was someone dean knows has some sense in their head, then maybe he could believe in sam's method of talking. but when it's half-crazed cultists in this foreign world of theirs-- yeah, fucking forget it.
it doesn't take a lot of effort to find the first pack. just at the border of campus, a number of cultists are building something which can only be described as a barricade. dean's immediately on edge at the sight of it, eyes shooting from those they're supposed to talk to, to his brother.
it takes every bit of his self-restraint to not draw his gun out already. ]
Oh yeah, they look real friendly.
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As they draw closer, Sam holds his hands up and out in what he hopes is a clear sign he's not trying to start something.
One of the cultists seems to take charge first, stopping his work and turning towards the WInchesters. Sam doesn't offer a smile, but he does try to keep his expression neutral. ]
We just want to talk.
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and while his brother tries to communicate, dean's left to scoff quietly under his breath. ]
And real talkative.
[ and then instead of lingering back and keeping his mouth shut further, dean steps past sam, voice hard. ]
We want answers, and we want them right now.
[ or else. ]
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[ Sam all but hisses. He knows it's a delicate situation and by the way the cultist who acknowledged them straightens, Dean's tactic is clearly not welcome. Sam shoots his brother a look, wanting to nudge him out of the way, but instead closes the distance to stand beside him. ]
I've read some things...about your Gods, I think.
[ That? That definitely gets the attention of a couple, but the rest immediately go back to work. It's a little disheartening. The main one says something of his shoulder to the others, sending them towards the barricade as he regards the Winchesters. ]
...Are they supposed to come here? Are you...welcoming them to Zelien?
[ Silence is their only answer, but Sam pushes forward in a calm and even tone despite the topic. ]
If they did come here, would it be li--
[ That is, until the cultist reaches out to sink his fingers into Sam's neck in one sudden and fluid movement. Sam immediately grabs on and gasps, feeling his trachea being crushed with a surprising amount of force. He reaches for his gun. ]
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yeah, he might want to rethink that. ]
Oh no you don't-- [ dean's hands been on his gun this entire time, drawing it takes little to no time, and firing it even less. it's point blank to the cultist's head, which splatters like a melon moments later, blood and all the other fun stuff exploding all around. but nobody lays a hand on his brother, especially not a single one of these twisted fucks.
of course, it's also an invitation for the rest of them to attack.
dean's at sam's side second later, then steps between him and the mass that's now advancing, eyes on their enemies though he speaks up. ]
You okay?
[ there isn't much time for an answer, as one lashes out, blade in hand and another comes from the right. dean's shoving at sam then, forcing him to go, to back up. ]
Move-- [ another cultists drops as dean fires his gun again, but it leaves room for his partner to slice at dean's arm with the blade. ]
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It's better than a crushed trachea, though, even if the interview ended before it started. ]
Yeah--
[ He takes a gasping breath. The commotion has clearly stirred the masses. Sam regains his composure and pistol whips the one that cut Dean before drawing back. Unlike his brother, he's not out for a massacre.
But he still cocks the gun at the ready as he walks backwards. ]
Dean!
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hardly dean's concern.
but then he's throwing a look at sam, finds him still in one piece. ]
We're done here, right?
[ not that sam gets much of a choice in whether they leave or not. ]
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[ Done before they could start. Sam's upset, clearly, but he's not so bull-headed to push forward when the cultists hadn't even hinted that they'd be willing to talk. So much for his hopes and theories. Where does that leave them, now?
Sam nods and quickly makes his way back to the main entrance, keeping the gun trained on the masses before he has to push the door open. ]
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the answer, which is obvious now, leaves something wild to flash over dean's face as he smirks. ]
We could regroup, could go back, Sam-- make them pay.
[ be better prepared and leave them all as bodies on the ground. how about it? ]