Welcome to SU: Legacy, a next-gen Supernatural RP that takes place in the year 2040. The Men of Letters has expanded to include three base locations across the continental US. Angels and demons have gone mostly dormant but there are still supernatural evils lurking in the shadows. The legacies could use your help. Are you in?
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Thanks to Nick @ Fidelius for the fabulous mini-profile. Everything else was created by our own staff. If we missed someone please let us know.
We don't own Supernatural, we just enjoy it's awesomeness. Thanks Eric Kripke for creating it, all the writers/producers for putting out a great show and the CW for keeping it on the air for almost 10 years now!
Dean was already exhausted when he arrived in Topeka. It had been a long drive from the Roadhouse, at least when he’d decided to make the whole six-hour drive in one shot. He made a few pit stops for gas and coffee, but other than that he didn’t stop. There was a sense of urgency to this case he couldn’t ignore. This was the end of the line. Everybody had a job and nobody could afford to screw up.
A part of him felt guilty. Maybe he should have gone with Sam and Ellen to wrangle that Devil’s Gate. This probably wasn’t the first time Sam had worked a job alone, but the last time he’d been alone near a Devil’s Gate he’d died. Dean was definitely feeling anxious about letting him handle a Devil’s Gate alone.
But, he wasn’t alone. Ellen was with him. She might not have gone into the field too much these days, but she was a seasoned hunter. If anyone could keep Sam alive other than Dean, it was Ellen. At least, he tried to keep telling himself that.
He pulled into a motel off the highway and parked his beloved Impala in the back parking lot where it wouldn’t be easily spotted. He popped the trunk and got a few basic accoutrements: his handgun and ammunition, a silver knife, a bag of salt. He tucked his gun into the back waistband of his jeans, pocketed the knife and ammo and tossed the salt in a duffle bag with his clothes.
When Dean walked into the main office of the motel there was a heavyset guy arguing with the poor bastard behind the counter.
“I said I needed cotton sheets. COTTON! Not this poly blend crap. I have very sensitive skin and I can’t have no poly blend sheets.”
Dean blinked from where he stood. Was this guy serious? He was at a truck stop motel, not the Ritz.
“I’m sorry, sir. Those are all we have,” the clerk said.
He was a young kid – couldn’t have been more than twenty.
“Listen, you smartass son of a bitch, I’m payin’ this establishment my hard earned money to sleep on whatever the hell I wanna sleep on.”
Dean had already had enough of this crap. He didn’t have time to stand here and watch some douchebag pick on some poor kid. He cleared his throat loudly and stepped up to the counter.
“Excuse me. This’ll just take a second.”
He gave his best phony smile to the douchebag, who looked shocked at the interruption. Dean turned to the kid.
“I’d like a room for the night, please. I’m not picky. As long as there’s a bed I’m good.”
He dug his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out a few bills.
“Hey, son, I was in the middle of a conversation,” the big guy said.
“Like I said, this’ll only take a second,” Dean said. “Seemed like you needed a few to cool off anyway.”
He slid the cash over the counter to the kid, who took it hesitantly, his eyes on the other guy.
“Excuse me?”
Dean sighed and rubbed his eyes with a thumb and index finger. He was too tired and too edgy for this.
“What in the hell’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you were being a dick,” Dean snapped. “And believe me I do not have the time or the patience for this bullcrap right now. So do yourself a favor and just shut up and let me check in. Then you can be a dick all you want.”
Blue had been extremely temperamental on the drive to Topeka. The truck had stalled out twice and sputtered when Sully tried to get her started again. Apparently all the promises of getting her a tune up and never keeping her word were catching up. Unfortunately this was not the time for karma to be biting her in the ass. If what Ellen had said was correct, well there were a lot of lives at stake. Kids lives. That didn't sit well in Sully's gut.
She had made prior plans to meet Dean at the motel once they arrived in Topeka. Sully was exhausted when she finally did. It had been a long ass drive from the Road House and it hadn't been smooth. She had probably looked like a maniac on the side of the road trying to talk the truck into working again.
Automobiles have feelings too.
When she walked in the motel's main office she saw Dean fighting with someone over grown ape with an attitude problem. For a moment she wondered why it was that no matter where he seemed to go fights seemed to break out. Then again Sully could say the same thing about herself.
Apparently the ape didn't like what Dean had to say. Sully could see the taught muscles in the apes jaw. He was pissed off. Sully couldn't blame him. Dean had a way of pissing people off. Leaning against the wall she watched as the ape's gate changed. He was ready to take a swing.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," She told him casually.
The ape turned to look at her, malice in his eyes. "Who the hell are you?"
Sully smirked back at him. "Me? I'm no one." She shrugged lightly. "I'm just giving you fair warning."
Even as she said it she shifted so the handle of her hunting knife showed from under her jacket. The ape saw it and his stance changed again. It was defensive, and still very angry, but he looked at her cautiously now. Sully might have been petite and a bit underweight still, but it was a very big knife.
The ape seemed to realize that he was outnumbered. The kid behind the counter looked like a deer in the headlights. Terrified of what was about to happen. Would there be blood shed on his watch? Would any of it be his? Nah, but he was young and probably not used to tense situations.
Sully sat there, her eyes still on the ape, waiting to see what he would do.
Dean glared up at King Douchebag, who had a bit of height and a lot of girth on Dean. The guy was actually starting to turn red. Maybe Dean would get lucky for once and the guy would drop from a coronary before he thought about swinging.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
Dean didn’t need to turn his head to know whose voice that was. It was a good thing, too, because turning your attention away from a guy who was about to try to knock you on your ass was never a good idea. The guy making all the trouble turned to look at Sully.
“Who the hell are you?”
Dean smirked a little at that. Anybody who knew who the hell Lane Sullivan was didn’t take that tone with her if they didn’t want a swift kick to the go-nads. She took it in stride, though. Her tone was light and casual when she replied.
“Me? I’m no one. I’m just giving you fair warning.”
The guy looked a little less ready to throw down now and Dean glanced over at Sully to see if there was anything on her end of things making this dude want to back down. She was just standing there watching the guy and it took Dean a second to realize she’d revealed the knife she was carrying. It was subtle enough, but the guy had gotten the message. Dean gave Sully a nod.
“Good to see you, Sully,” Dean said.
He turned his attention back to the dick, who seemed speechless for the moment.
“We done here, pal? ‘Cause I swear if I don’t get to lay down in the next ten minutes I’m gonna start to get testy.”
The guy glanced over at Sully and then back at Dean.
“Yeah, uh, I guess so. I wasn’t lookin’ for no trouble.”
He turned to leave and Dean put a firm hand on his shoulder to stop him.
“Hang on a second. Before you go I think you should apologize to this guy. You gave him a whole bunch of crap he didn’t need and almost lost him two customers.”
The guy looked like he was about to say something nasty, but he glanced from Dean to Sully to the clerk and sighed.
“Yeah, yeah. Sorry about that, kid,” he muttered.
The clerk looked startled and shrugged.
“It’s cool,” he said. “Sorry for the inconvenience.”
Dean smiled.
“There. Everybody good? Awesome.”
He patted the big guy on the back. Well, that was one crisis averted. Dean was confident he could’ve taken Jabba the Hut easily enough, but he was a big dude. There was no way he wouldn’t have taken a few hits he hadn’t planned on. He didn’t need to go into this fight wounded.
When the big ape walked out Sully stayed where she was leaning on the wall. She kept a steady gaze on him until he was out the door and in his car before looking back to Dean.
"Hey yourself," She smirked at him. "How is that you can't help but walk in somewhere and get your ass into a tense, awkward situation?"
Sully looked past Dean to the kid behind the counter. "One room, two beds." She corrected Dean's any bed term a bit. They were working on the same hunt. There was no sense in getting separate rooms.
Honestly, Sully doubted they'd be spending much time in the room at all. After a few hours sleep they'd be on this case like a tick on a dog. They'd pry their teeth into and do whatever they could to stop Lilith from breaking the final seals. If they were lucky they'd kill her in the process. Nothing every seemed to go that smooth though.
With that thought, Sully sobered a bit. The apocalypse was looming. The pressure was on.
The kid behind the counter was happy enough to help with their request now that they had gotten rid of the ape. He smiled a bit, handing Dean a room a key. "Room 115, bottom floor."
"Thanks kid."
Grabbing her gear, Sully slung it over her shoulder and headed to the room. "Do we have a plan?" She asked Dean once they were out of earshot.
The guy walked out, thankfully, and Dean turned to Sully when she spoke.
“Hey yourself. How is that you can’t help but walk in somewhere and get your ass into a tense, awkward situation?”
Dean smirked and shrugged.
“What can I say? It’s a gift.”
Sully told the kid to give them a room with two beds. Dean had been having a hard time just getting a room at all, so he hadn’t really thought about the details. Lucky for him Sully paid attention to that kind of thing.
The kid gladly handed Dean a key to room 115 and Sully thanked him. Dean nodded.
“Yeah, thanks.”
Dean picked his duffle bag up off the floor and followed Sully down the hall to the room.
“Do we have a plan?” she asked.
He stopped in front of the door to room 115 and wiggled the key into the lock as he replied.
“There’s a middle school on Main Street. That’s our target. I figure we get a few hours of sleep to stay sharp, maybe grab something to eat when the sun comes up.”
He rammed his shoulder into the door to force it open, grunting as he did and lumbering inside.
“Jesus. Damn door frame’s crooked or somethin’,” he muttered.
He grabbed the key out of the door and set his bag down in a corner.
“Once the school day starts we go in. Hopefully we can just walk inside, but I got us covered if anyone gives us any crap.”
He took off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair. His muscles and joints were aching. He rubbed the back of his neck and stretched it, hearing a few cracks and pops.
Sully rolled her eyes at his smirk. Typical Dean. He never changed. "It's a gift you might want to look into returning."
Grabbing her duffel they moved towards the room continuing their conversation. Sully had a bad feeling about what Lilith was going to do. They were down to the wire on this.
“There’s a middle school on Main Street. That’s our target. I figure we get a few hours of sleep to stay sharp, maybe grab something to eat when the sun comes up."
Sully watched as he broke in the door. Such was the lifestyle of a hunter. The truth of it was they could go to some fancy hotel, but there were more cameras. It was harder to get away with plastering things to the wall and not having maid service come in. It was also a lot easier to get away if they need to do so quickly.
"Why don't we just call in a bomb threat or something and get the school evacuated. Do something to make it so the kids aren't just sitting there as a waiting target for Lilith and her posse?"
They moved into the room. It had poop brown carpets and the comforters on the bed nearly matched. They were thin and Sully was sure the sheets beneath it would be scratchy. The paintings were five dollar knock offs from where ever and always seemed to the same scenery of an ocean or the mountains, pending on where in the country they were.
"Ahh home sweet home."
Sully tossed her duffel on the bed and rubbed her hands over her face. Moving she sat on one of the double beds. She leaned back on her hands and looked up at Dean.
"This isn't going to be easy." She looked at him wearily.
Sully suggested they call in a bomb threat to get the kids out of the school.
“Good idea,” Dean said, “except we don’t wanna tip the demon off and have it wander off to find more kids to kill we can’t protect.”
Dean crouched down and unzipped his duffle bag, digging around in it for a second. He gave some thought to the bomb threat idea. It had some merit. They just had to figure out a few details. Maybe if they timed it right…
He pulled two wallets out of his bag and stood up. The ID’s inside were decent. He’d had to make Sully’s on the fly, so he hoped nobody looked at it too close.
“This isn’t going to be easy,” Sully said.
Dean shrugged.
“Since when is any job easy?”
He tossed her the wallet containing her ID and a badge.
“According to these we’re detectives,” he said. “If anybody gives us an issue going in, we flash those and we’re in.”
He sat down on the other bed and started untying his shoes. Even though he'd brushed off Sully's comment he was feeling more than a little uneasy about this. Cases involving kids were always tough. Then there was the fact that the fate of the world depended on their success.
Sully took the badge and nodded at the work. It would pass any inspection, especially by local grunts. "FBI would have been better. They might claim we don't have jurisdiction out this way just being detectives. We'll work around it thought."
Tossing the badge to the side, Sully started taking off her boots. "I've got a bad feeling about this." She started undoing the laces. "I feel like we're corralling these kids like cattle for slaughter." Sully slid her boots off and set them at the end of the bed before going to her duffel.
"I know we're here to save them, but if we screw up, they die." Sully used to be the kind of person who dove into this sort of stuff head first. She wouldn't have thought twice about it. Worry had never been a factor and she hated so much that it was now. "Not to mention Lilith will have another broken seal on her side."
Sully pulled out some clean clothes and turned to face Dean holding up a hand. "I'm worrying too much, I know. It's just, these are kids. A lot of kids."
Shaking her head, Sully headed for the bathroom. "I need a shower." She needed to think, to be alone, and calm her worrisome ass down. Over thinking lead to doubt, doubt led to second guessing, second guessing lead to mistakes, and mistakes lead to death. They couldn't afford that. Not now. Not with so many kids lives on the line.
To lighten the mood she turned and looked at Dean with a smirk. "Sneak a peek and I'll kick your ass."
Dean had already seen all of her. They were in no way romantically linked, but when you've been tortured for three months, well the last thing anyone worries about is modesty. He was trying to save her life, and he had.
With that, she walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Sully turned on the shower and then sat on the toilet, waiting for the water to warm up. That worry in the pit of her gut didn't want to go away. She hoped a hot shower would help relax her, help her focus, and get her head in the game.
Sully examined the badge and nodded in approval, but commented FBI would have been better. She was probably right, but he would’ve had some trouble thinking up a plausible reason for the FBI to be investigating a middle school without outright panicking everyone.
“I've got a bad feeling about this,” Sully said. “I feel like we're corralling these kids like cattle for slaughter.”
Dean frowned, dumping his boots carelessly by the bed. He couldn’t blame her for feeling that way. He just hoped she was wrong. He just watched her and listened for a second while she expressed her concerns. Not that Dean needed to be reminded of what was at stake here. He stood up to set his badge on the nightstand, pulled his gun from the back of his jeans and set it down beside the badge. He turned to Sully as she got herself some clothes.
“I’m worrying too much, I know,” she said. “It's just, these are kids. A lot of kids.”
Dean sighed.
“I know,” he said.
Cases involving kids were always tough. There was nothing right about a kid being put in danger or losing loved ones. Dean always tried extra hard to come out victorious in those situations – whatever the hell “victorious” meant. Sometimes it meant killing the bad guy. Other times it was saving the kids. This time it was saving a whole bunch of kids and at least subduing a bad guy. Oh, and keeping the world from ending.
Yeah. This was a tough one, alright.
“I need a shower,” Sully said.
“I need a nap,” Dean muttered in response.
He rubbed his eyes tiredly with one hand.
“Sneak a peek and I’ll kick your ass,” Sully said.
Dean chuckled and offered a weak smile.
“Would you be naked during that ass-kicking? ‘Cause that might actually be worth it.”
Dean winked. It was a joke, of course. Dean appreciated using humor to mask an ugly situation as much as anybody. As Sully headed into the bathroom, Dean flopped onto the bed and closed his eyes, trying to stop his thoughts from racing in a million directions. A part of him worried about what would happen with these kids in the next few hours, about Sully and how she was holding up. Another part worried about his brother and Ellen. Annali and Bobby. Adam. Everybody else. This was a big job they were trying to pull off, and he was aware it was risky. He knew the fate of the world hung in the balance and that the main goal was to stop the seals from breaking. But he’d be damned if he was going to lose anybody else to this war. To him, it was more important for everybody to get out alive, even if that meant having to sacrifice a couple of seals.
With all these troubled thoughts swirling around Dean’s head, he fell into an uneasy sleep.
Sully woke early the next morning. It wasn't an easy sleep. Nightmares plagued her dreams. They always seemed to now a days. At least she hadn't woken screaming and having Dean wake as a result. She appreciated everything he had done for her, but she had to get through this on her own.
Slipping out of the motel room Sully grabbed them a quick breakfast and coffee, quickly returning and setting it on the table. She didn't wake him, figuring at least one of them should get a decent night's sleep.
Sully would still be at the top of her game. There was too much at stake for her not to be. Kids were at stake. The risks didn't get much higher than that. Well unless you counted the apocalypse.
School was going to start soon though, so once she had the food set out on the table she went over and waved the coffee under Dean's nose.
"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey." All she had gotten was a few doughnuts, so he'd have to deal without a hot breakfast. Though somehow, Sully doubted food would be on his list of things to worry about it.
It took Dean quite a while to fall asleep, with his mind wandering all over the place and keeping him awake. Once he did fall asleep he might as well have drifted off into oblivion. It was a heavy, dreamless sleep.
Dean groaned and mumbled something incoherent as something woke him up. He rolled onto his back with his eyes squeezed shut as the smell of coffee flooded his nostrils.
He cracked open one eye at the sound of Sully’s voice. He sat up with a grunt, scrubbing his face with one hand. He took the coffee Sully had in front of him and took a tentative sip.
“What time is it?” he asked.
He blinked a few times, trying to force his eyes to focus through their sleepy blur.
"Early enough," Sully told Dean when he asked what time it was. She was dressed in jeans, a tank top, but a nicer button down shirt than she usually wore to at least have some semblance of a detective. Somehow she didn't think that walking into the school all raggedy looking would be welcome.
"Come on and eat." She told him. Walking over to the table she sat down and sipped her coffee. "We need to hustle if we want to get to school before the first bell."
Sully thought about that. She couldn't remember the last time that she had to go to school. She never graduated having been attacked in her senior year. The injuries had forced her out of school for a few months, and then she was put in the group home until she was eighteen. School was honestly the last thing on her mind. She could have gotten her GED but what was the point? She never planned on holding down a nine to five job.
Hunters didn't exactly need a diploma to do the job.
"I've packed some previsions. Spray paint in case we need to make a devils trap or two, salt, the works. Once you're ready we're good to go."
