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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Post by ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED on Dec 13, 2010 15:50:16 GMT -8
Dean drew his knife, watching the edge of the devil’s trap with a held breath as Sully tried in vain to control her steed, ever wary that a break in the design of the trap would render it useless, giving the Mara a chance to escape and the demon to reap it’s vengeance. Crash’s hooves came perilously close to the painted lines but thankfully didn’t cross them, nor break the seal they created that held the evil inside. However, that was the least of Sully’s worries at the moment.
As she was thrown into the stalls, Dean found himself torn between wanting to go help her and wanting to stride right up to the demonic bitch causing her pain so he could stab Ruby’s blade into her chest and watch the sparks burn out behind her eyes, but neither option was viable. Stepping into the trap would be suicide with the rampaging Mara desperately trying to break out, getting trampled wouldn’t help anyone, and going to Sully’s side would not stop whatever nightmare visions she was enduring that had clearly terrified her to her very core. No, there was only one way to end all of this and Dean knew it.
Blocking out the fearful whimpers that he didn’t ever expect to hear coming out of Sully’s mouth and the sounds of Hell coming from the trapped Mara, Dean concentrated on the words of the exorcism, reading each one aloud with the force with which he wanted to cast the demon back to the pit. After every line, Anna-May appeared to weaken, though her screams and taunts remained venomous and barbed. Each threat becoming more and more vivid in its description as the minutes ticked by.
Encouraged by the reaction the latin rites were inducing, Dean took a step closer, raising his voice until he was yelling himself over the noise that seemed to flood into his ears. A few sideways glances to check on Sully didn’t make him feel any better though, she was curling tighter and tighter into a ball, as if she could escape her torment by becoming one with walls, a shocking sight to see of such a strong willed woman. It spurred him onto finishing the exorcism just as the Mara’s fiery breath finally scorched away the inner seal of the painted trap on the floor.
The black smoke residing in the body of poor, unfortunate Anna-May rushed skyward, forced from the vessel it was riding by the power of Dean’s words. She screamed a guteral cry of defeat as the smoke took its one way trip back to the underworld seconds before the contained heat and fire of the trap came bursting through the torn seams of the invisible cage. Like an unexpected back draft, an explosion of flames tore out, knocking Dean clean off his feet and into the back wall of the barn where he almost slammed straight through the timber.
His face stung from the flash-burn and his back was going to be black and blue come morning but miraculously, none of the flammable material in the barn had caught light, though it did look as though a mini tornado had blown through as straw was still fluttering through the air when he found his senses and was able to get back to his feet. Knife still in hand, he scanned the room for expected danger, his brows knitting together into a confused frown when he saw none. The sudden silence after such chaotic noise was eerily deafening. The demon and it's damaged host were gone and so too was the Mara. In fact, the only evidence that they'd even existed were the scorched marks on the floor.
Not looking the gift horse in the mouth, Dean rushed over to the stalls to look for Sully, his heart clenching at the sight of her still huddled into the corner like a frightened child. He wondered what it was she'd seen, what had cut through all the layers of armour to reduce her to a vulnerable ball of nerves. Somehow, he doubted he'd ever find out.
“Hey,” he said softly, his tone full of concern as he crouched down in front of her.
“It’s over.” Tentatively he reached out his hand, protectively cupping the side of her face so he could get her to look at him. He expected her to flinch away, her dislike for being touched without warning was well documented during their time together, but she looked so broken and scared, it was instinctual to want to offer some comfort until she came back to reality.
The voices had stopped. No one was telling Sully how worthless she was or how they left because she didn't deserve to be loved or have a family. Still she rocked chanting her mantra. "It's not real, it's not real..."
When Sully felt someone touch her she flinched, expecting it to be a punch of a slap or for harsh words to accompany the gentle touch. It confused her when none of those things happened and she forced herself to look up and found herself meeting Dean's worried gaze.
"It's over." His hand was warm against her cheek as he spoke softly as though Sully might break if he spoke too loud. "You still in one piece?"
It took a moment for his words to register and for Sully to realize the the hallucinated world of her old house and family were gone and she was back in the stables, the scent of horses and hay filling her nostrils. God nothing had ever smelt so good.
Looking around she realized both demon and Mara were gone. Apparently the excorcism had worked, and if it hadn't been for Dean, Sully realized that the hallucinations, which felt very solid and physical probably would have literally beat her to death. Why she hadn't fought back, Sully didn't know. She always thought if she somehow ran into her father again, Sully wouldn't let him continuously pound on her. She'd kick his ass for a change, yet the hallucinations had gripped her and left her to his mercy.
Despite the fact that fear and pain were still coursing through Sully's veins and gripping her chest tightly, she slipped a mask of careful neutrality on her face. Her eyes became blank, brown orbs as she pushed the fear and self loathing down, locking them into a vault deep inside of her that contained similar emotions she chose to ignore rather than confront.
Sully realized Dean's was still cupping her face. If she was honest with herself, Sully'd be able to admit that the comfort was both wanted and needed. There was a deep ache inside of her that had nothing to do with the beating she'd just received. The comforting touch of another person helped to ease it if only just slightly, but it wasn't something Sully could afford.
Sully's strength was carefully constructed and she had no intentions of letting something so minute tear it down. So instead she wasn't honest with herself. She told that little nagging voice int he back of her head to shut up and pried herself away from Dean. "I'm good." The words were careful, controlled.
Slowly, Sully stood, using the stable wall as leverage. A hiss of pain came from between clenched teeth as she made it to her feet, resting her back against the hard wood as hand moved to her ribs where they'd been assaulted by her phantom father.
"I think she chose the rodeo to hide the injuries the hallucinations can cause," Sully told Dean, lifting her shirt to reveal purple ribs. Every hit and kick she had felt in the hallucination was showing up on her body. It was disturbing to be honest.
Pain flourished through her body as she looked at Dean with a solid gaze, any hint of fear or hysterics gone from her face and eyes. She looked at him as though the last few minutes hadn't happened and she hadn't been paralyzed with terror huddling in a corner, and she almost dared him with her gaze to bring it up. She'd be more than happy to break his nose again if he did.
"Fuck," She leaned her head back against the wall. "I'm glad that bitch had one way ticket on the pony express to hell."
Post by ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED on Dec 15, 2010 6:27:33 GMT -8
Dean knew all the tricks. All the ways to mask pain and fear that you could think of because he’d seen them all in the mirror and had used them all over the years to deflect worry and attention away from himself. It was the kind of skill most people didn’t have, but Sully seemed to be quite the expert herself. Whatever nightmares the Mara had forced her into, they had been very real to her and had held a profound effect over her, but now that the spell was broken, now that her terrors weren’t visible to her anymore, that mask of neutrality fell swiftly back into place almost automatically. Dean recognised the blank, indifferent look in her eyes and wondered to himself if this frustration that she couldn’t just be honest with him was something Sam felt every time Dean pulled the same tricks with him.
The insistent, ‘I’m good.’ really meant, ‘Inside, I’m falling apart but don’t worry about me’. Camouflage for real feelings and emotions that maybe she wasn’t ready to, or able to accept. Dean wanted to tell her that she didn’t have to lie to him, that he knew how hard it was to open up to someone and trust them with the most fragile parts of your soul, but he just couldn’t bring himself to speak. If Sully was anything like him, she wouldn’t want him to make things awkward. Especially not when everything was so raw and she probably just wanted to put it all behind her and forget the last few minutes had even happened.
As she pulled away from his touch, he knew the fleeting moment of intimacy that the contact had contained was gone. It was time to let go and back up to give her room to rebuild her walls. She didn’t want to be crowded and against his better instincts to help her to her feet, he took a step away and just let her pull herself back up. He could see she was in pain, but the sight of the vivid purple bruises across her ribs left him with his mouth gaping open.
“Well that’s gonna hurt like a bitch in the morning.” Understatement of the year. He hoped that the motel she was staying at had enough ice for them both.
"I'm glad that bitch had one way ticket on the pony express to hell."
“I’m pretty sure she won’t be back anytime soon, that’s for sure.” He turned to regard the burnt out devil’s trap one last time, just to satisfy his conscience that it was really over. No more seeing demon horses for him. At least he hoped so.
“We should really get out of here before someone comes looking for the rodeo-whore. And I don‘t know about you, but I could definitely use a drink.” With a small grin, he led the way out, pausing to check that no-one was around so they could slip back to the car unimpeded.
“I’m pretty sure she won’t be back anytime soon, that’s for sure.”
Her gaze moved over to the blackened devils trap where demon and Mara had made their exit back to hell. “I hope it hurts. A lot. Like unbearable pain that we can’t even imagine.” She nodded matter of factly. “Stupid bitch.” Walking over Sully kicked a large bag of oats, ignoring the pain in her chest.
She only imagined how pathetic she looked to Dean in those moments of weakness and damn if she didn’t hate it. Sully was better than that, stronger than that. She had worked a hell of a long time to overcome that. Or at the very least bury it and in a matter of seconds one nasty ass demon and her pony had managed to tear it all down. It was easy enough to put back up, but Sully hated looking vulnerable.
“We should really get out of here before someone comes looking for the rodeo-whore. And I don‘t know about you, but I could definitely use a drink.”
Looking over her shoulder at him, Sully nodded. They did need to get out of there, but Sully still had things to do. As much as she wanted a stiff drink, she needed to check her email and head back out on the road again. “Yeah, let’s go, but drop me at the motel. I’ve got to head out as soon as possible.”
Technically she didn’t have any leads. Sully knew where she had to go, but she had been trying to avoid it. She used every other resource, every other avenue she could think of before deciding that this is what she was going to have to do. New Mexico was a helluva long drive from where they were at, but the sooner Sully got there, the sooner she could get this over with.
Post by ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED on Dec 19, 2010 4:59:54 GMT -8
“I hope it hurts. A lot. Like unbearable pain that we can’t even imagine.”
Dean could imagine. In fact, Dean knew exactly how it would feel to be forcefully dragged to Hell against your will and for a brief moment as he closed his eyes, the trauma of it all flashed through his mind. The sounds and sensations vanished again as soon as he opened them a second later, but the memories would always be close to the surface. Like graphic images of war seared into a soldier’s brain. No amount of wall building and denial was going to get rid of them, no matter how hard he tried.
They left pretty swiftly after that, slipping out un-noticed whilst the arena staff were beginning to wonder what had happened to their announcer. Dean wondered too where the body of Anna-May might be, coming to the conclusion that the departure of the Mara had burnt all evidence away. At least she wouldn’t have to suffer the nightmare anymore. It would be a small mercy, too little too late but there was nothing they could have done differently, Dean was certain.
“So…why heading out so soon? You got another hunt lined up?” Dean asked from behind the comfort of his baby’s steering wheel, the rodeo arena in his rear view mirror fading into the distance.
As battered and as weary as he was, he could never relax just after a battle and curiosity had him wondering if she had a juicy job that he could get his teeth into. Of course, then he remembered that if he took it, he'd have to work with Sully again. In fairness, they'd made a pretty decent team if you took away all the bitching and fighting, which made up about ninety percent of their time together. So no, joining her on another hunt would have been nuts, but still he was intrigued to know why she wanted to leave town so quickly. If it was that she wanted to get as far away from Dean as possible as soon as possible, well that would be have been the first time he'd had that effect on a woman.
To make himself feel better about that, he mentally pointed out that Sully wasn't exactly your average woman. More like a bucking broncho than a damsel in distress. Prickly like a cactus and as venomous as a some of the fuglys he'd killed over the years. It wasn't a slur to his manly pride if she hadn't fallen for his roguish charms.
I mean, c'mon....who doesn't like my roguish charms? Not including demons...and midgets...and pretty much everything I've ever hunted...and Greg...okay, so short list left then....forget I asked...
“So…why heading out so soon? You got another hunt lined up?”
Sully leaned back against the seat of the Impala, eyes half lidded. She was trying to relax as much as possible before she got into her truck and headed out. God damn she was sore. This hunt had taken it's toll on her and she was physically wiped. Between the healing and the beatings and now the cracked hallucinations that had physical side effects, Sully was just utterly exhausted. Still she'd be on the road with in the hour after getting back to the motel room.
Wrapping an arm protectively around her ribs, Sully eased herself up in the seat, face contorting in pain. "Something like that," She said a bit breathlessly. Really nothing like that. It was more like a scavenger hunt than a supernatural one. Sully was looking for clues to finding her mother. Not that she needed to tell Dean that. It was none of his business and there was nothing he could do.
The fact of the matter was though, when it came down to crunch time, Dean had manned up and they'd both walked away from the hunt. Maybe a little worse for wear, but at least they were alive. Maybe he was an idiot, but he was an idiot that she knew would have her back on a hunt.
"That was good work back their, Cowboy," She could give praise where praise was do. Even if it made her want to throw up a little. She reclined in her seat, eyes drooping again. "Guess you're not a complete idiot after all. Just mostly." She smirked showing it was all in good natured fun.
At least she knew of someone she could call if she was in a bind now. Not that Sully actually would, but it was nice to know that there were hunters out there who actually knew how to get the job done. It was sort of refreshing since when she usually ran into another hunter on a job that were snot nosed idiots who didn't know a shtriga from a poltergeist.
When they pulled up to the motel, Sully held out a hand for Dean to shake. "Well Cowboy, wish I could say it's been fun."
Post by ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED on Dec 24, 2010 7:02:47 GMT -8
Attempting to get information out of Sully was like trying to pry open a clam with a plastic spoon. It just wasn’t happening the easy way. He had been about to try a different tact but unexpectedly she came out with a compliment that completely threw him off guard.
"That was good work back their, Cowboy. Guess you're not a complete idiot after all.”
Dean raised an eyebrow, waiting for the catch.
“Just mostly."
And there it is…
Admittedly though, it did make him smirk. How was it he could like someone and dislike someone at the same time?
“You’re all heart.” He shot back sarcastically, numbed to her insults after a couple of days being bombarded with them. For the most part he suspected they were just her way of keeping people at a distance, some hunters preferred to be on their own, but Dean wondered if it was just that simple with her. Did she prefer to be alone or was she scared to be with someone she might care about? Whatever the answer was, he knew he wasn’t likely to ever find out.
"Well Cowboy, wish I could say it's been fun.”
“Are you kidding? We killed a demon and sent another back to Hell along with the nightmare version of Mr. Ed. What’s not fun about that?” He quipped, smiling as he took her hand to shake.
“I’d say we should do it again sometime, but I don’t think I have enough health insurance to be around you for more than a day or two.”
Before she got out of the car he reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a stolen motel pen and a scrap of paper, roughly scrawling his cell phone number onto it for her.
“Here.” He handed it over, hoping she’d take it. “Just in case you ever need someone to back you up. Only, no more rodeo’s okay?”
Sully grinned sardonically. "Yeah, what can I say? I'm just a bleeding heart saint." She winked at Dean, both of them knowing she was about as far away from a saint as one could get. Dean had honestly surprised her in all of this, walking away with both of them alive.
She was still curious about the knife and the whole hell thing. Honestly she figured if someone went to hell and got ripped out, but was able to maintain their human soul, well she didn't imagine them to be so well adjusted. Sully knew there was something...off about the situation, but she had her own situation to deal with. Besides Dean had a girlfriend, a brother, and a freaking angel to watch out for him. He didn't need a pissy ass hunter worrying about him.
“Are you kidding? We killed a demon and sent another back to Hell along with the nightmare version of Mr. Ed. What’s not fun about that?”
Sully laughed, cringing when the movement pulled on the bruises that wrapped around her chest like a warm, painful blanket. Jesus that was going to sting for a while. She had a long drive ahead of her anyways. It would give time for her ribs to settle. "Okay, it was one of my more interesting hunts, but yeah, I don't want another one like that any time soon." “I’d say we should do it again sometime, but I don’t think I have enough health insurance to be around you for more than a day or two.”
Opening the door, Sully eased out of the Impala. "Yeah, well don't take this the wrong way Cowboy, but you're not exactly a picnic to be around either." There was still a small smirk on her face.
The truth was that while she didn't get along with Dean all that well he had proved that when it came down to a fight or a hunt, he would have her back. He wouldn't run to save his own hide. Like her, Dean did what he had to get the job done. Killing monsters came first. Everything else was clutter.
“Here. Just in case you ever need someone to back you up. Only, no more rodeo’s okay?"
Sully took the paper and pulled out her cellphone. She dialed the number and hit send, so that Dean's phone rang out in the impala. "Now you've got mine as well. Same thing goes. You get in a jam, give me a hollar. I'll do my best to get there and back you up." After storing Dean's name she closed her cellphone and put it away.
Giving Dean a small salute. "Well I'd love to stay and chat, but you're a total dick." Besides she had things to do. Dean might get to go home to a loving family, but Sully was still trying to find hers. Well what family she had left. Hopefully it wouldn't be long before the trail warmed up.
Sully grinned at Dean before gathering her things and moving to her truck. She glanced up, seeing that same red tailed hawk sitting on the edge of the motel looking down at her. She gave it a nod, feeling like it was the right thing to do. Shaking her head, a smile on her face despite the pain, Sully slipped behind the steering wheel. Blue stuttered and sputtered and Sully groaned. "Not again!"