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TheFireflythatLovedMetallica

TheFireflythatLovedMetallica（Sam/Dean,10,595words,R）

IstartedwritingthisjustafewdaysafterAllHellBreaksLooseandhavebeenpickingitupandputtingitdownsincethen.It'sfinallyfinishedandifIdon'tpostitnow,IreckonI'lljustkeeponpickingatit.*g*

TheFireflythatLovedMetallica

（Sam/Dean,10,595words,R,setpost-AHBL）

InwhichSamhasabottlefullofsoul.

Dean'ssoultasteslikecandyfloss.It'slikealittle,warmcloudofspunsugarinSam'smouth.

Sam'dthoughtitwastheCrossroadsDemontryingtosliphimsometongueastheysealedthedeal,sealedherdefeat.Deanwouldprobablybeoffendedtohavehissoulmistakenfordemontongue.

"He'sallyours,baby,"shehissedinhisearwhenshefinallylethimbreatheagain.Samhadstaredather,notdaringtomoveandeverydropofstubbornbravadowrungfromhiminthefaceofthisonelastcomplicatedvictory.

Allpretenceofhumanityhadslidfromher.Hereyesturnedbloodyandthebonesinherfacesharpened,strainingagainsthersweat-slickskin.Alow,gutturalnoiselikeboilingwaterhissedthroughtheairassheflickeredandwasgone,pouringoutblacksmokeandleavingacrumpledwomanontheground.

AndSamjuststandsthere,feelinghisbrother'ssoulflutteragainsthislips.

"OhmyGod!

"saysJo.

"Yeah,"saysBobby.

"Mmmm!

"saysSam,wagglinghishandsfrantically.

ItoccurstohimthathecouldveryeasilyswallowDean'ssoul,andthatifheopenshismouth,eventobreathe,Dean'ssoulcouldfloatawaylikedandelionseeds.He'sgothisbrother'sthinsugarsoulinhismouthandJoandBobbyarejuststaringathim.

"Mmmmm!

"hesaysagain,withgreater,irritatedemphasis.

"Oh!

Right!

"saysBobby.

HepresseshisshotgunintoJo'shandandrunsbacktotheImpala.Jo'sscrewinghereyesupandstaringatSam,asifwaitingforlighttocomefloodingoutofhisnoseorsomething.Shetakesastepcloserandthatdoesn'tstopSamfromwantingtohyperventilate.Hewatchesherwarily,readytosmackherhandsawayifshetriestogetherfingersinhismouth,butshejustgoesonstaring,alittlefrownonherbrow,pinklipspartedinasmall,wondering'o'.

"Here,"saysBobby,pressingsomethingglasstoSam'slips."Spit."

Josayssomethinglike,IhopetoGodyouemptiedthatfirst,Bobby,butSamdoesn'tpayattention.Slowly,eversoslowly,hecloseshislipsabouttherimofthebottleandpoursthesouloutofhismouth.Adollopoflightdropsintothebottlethencontractstoasinglepointofpinkish-redlight.Itdarts,firefly-like,upandaround,makingnosoundasittapstheglass.

Bobbysnatchesthebottlefromhimandscrewsthelidontightandit'sonlythenthatSamcanseethelabel.JackDaniel's.They'rekeepingDean'ssoul,hisiddybiddypink-and-redsoul,inabottleofwhiskey.

"He'snotgoingtosuffocateinthere,ishe?

"Joasks.

SamandBobbyexchangelooks.Samdoesn'thavemuchexperienceinstoringsoulsandhesuspectsBobby'sexpertisedoesn'tstretchtoiteither.Takingthebottlebytheneckbetweenhisthumbandforefinger,Samholdsituptothemoonlight.

Heexpectstheglasstobewarmalreadywhenhepressesafingertiptothesideofthebottle,butit'snot.ThefireflyinsidebrieflycomesovertoinspectSam'sfingertipbutobviouslygetsboredofthesightquicklyandflittersoff.

"He'sgoingtobeokay,"saysSam.

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TheypileintotheImpalaandSamreluctantlyhandsthewhiskeybottletoJo.It'satoughchoice.AsmuchasDeanmightlikeandrespectJoandBobby,there'snowayhe'dtrustanyonebutSamtodrivetheImpala.Overmydeadbody,ashe'dtakentosayingwhenthereweretoofewdaysleftforSamtofindthatkindofthingfunny.

ButifSam'sgoingtobedriving,theonlyplacehecouldsafelyhavethebottlewouldbewedgedbetweenhisthighsandthatjustfeelslikeit'stheonethingthat'sevenmorewrongthanhavingDean'ssoulinawhiskeybottleinthefirstplace.

"Don'tknowaboutyou,"saysBobby."ButIwasn'texpectingthat.Didn'tyoujustgetpoppedstraightbackintoyourbody?

"

Samflicksaglanceintherear-viewmirrorandseesthatJo'sgotthebottlecuppedreverentlyinherhands,fireflyflickeringbehindhersoftsplayedfingers,thenhelooksbackattheroad.Henodsjerkily,thinkingoftheemptycorpsethatEllenmuststillbebaby-sitting.

"Yeah.Justwokeup.Maybe…maybeitwasdifferentbecauseshewasn'ttheonewhohadmysoul,ormaybeshewasjustbeingabitchgivingitbacklikethisor…"

"Ormaybeit'snotgonnagobackinhisbody,"Bobbyprompts.HistoneisgentleandSamknowshe'stryingtoplayDadandpreparehimforadisappointment.Thingis,asfarasSamisconcerned,dadspreparetheirsonsfordisappointmentwithweaponstrainingandbarkedorders,soBobby'sattemptsarealittlelostonhim.

“So…whatareyousaying,Bobby?

ThatI’mjustgoingtohaveabottleofDean’ssoul?

Isthat…?

”

SamflicksanothersurreptitiousglanceatJo,whoishunchedoverthebottle,peeringinside.Theexpressionofopenwonderonherfaceandtheblondehairfallingaboutherlit-upfaceconspiretomakeherlooklikeatwelve-yearoldatthecarnival.SamconsiderspullingtheImpalaoversohecantakeDean’ssouloutofherhands,takeitbackwithhimwhereitbelongs.

“Soulsdon’tdie,Sam,”Bobbyispatientlyexplaining.“Fleshdoes.Yougottabepreparedthatmaybethisisn’tgoingtowork.”

“YousaidthatabouttheCrossroadsDemon.YousaidIhadtoexpecthertodigherclawsintoDean’ssoulandneverletgo.Andlook,Igotit.Igothissoulback.Sodon’ttellmewhatI’vegottobepreparedfor.”

Joiswhisperingsomethingagainsttheglassandherlipsarecurvedintoasmile.She’scrooningatthefireflylikeit’sagoddamnbabyinacrib,andnothingatalllikethesoulofademonhuntertrappedinawhiskeybottle.Samdoesn’tquitegetwhatthatdifferencedemandsbywayoftreatment,buthefeelsrightdowntothebonethatit’saprettybigdistinction.

Heopenshismouthtosaysomethingbuthergazeflickstohimabruptly,theeyesoftheirreflectionsmeetinginthemirror.

“Quitpoutingandquitcheckinguponhim!

”shesnaps.“I’vegothim.I’mnotgoingtodropthedamnbottle.”

Samdoesn’tquitpouting.Infact,hepoutsevenharderbecausethisisnothowvictoryissupposedtofeel.VictoryissupposedtoincludeDean,DeanlookingoutfrombehindhiseyesandDean’sgruff,slightlyoverwhelmedvoicecomingfromhismouth,andDeanawkwardlypattingSamonthebackandtryingtoactlikeHellhadbeennoworsethansittingthroughPrideandPrejudicethattimewithSam.VictoryissupposedtoincludeAC/DCandSamridingshotgunandDeanbeingrightthere.

SamputshisfootdownandtheImpalaroars;Sam’spleasedtohearitsoundsasdisgruntledandpissed-offashedoes.

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Ellen'striedtoworkoutaschedule,atimetableinherheadsosheknowswhentoexpectthembackandwhentoacceptthatit’snotworked.Sheknowshowlongit'lltakethemtogetthereandback,butit'sthebitinthemiddleshecan'tpuzzleout.Howlongdoesittaketogetademontogiveupasoul?

Asoulit'sworkedhardtowin?

Ifit'sSamWinchesterasking,Ellendoesn'tthinkitshouldtakelongatall.There'sonlyonethinginthisworldscarierthanaWinchester,andthat'sWinchesters.Still,demonshavenevershownmuchsensewhenitcomestomessingwithWinchesters.

ShesetsheremptycoffeemugdownandlooksatDeanagain.Thefirelightflickersoverhismottledblueskin,likehe'ssomehollow,marbleegg.

They'vebeenkeepinghiminBobby'sdeepfreezesinceDeandroppeddeadthreedaysago.SamhadrefusedtoburyhimandsoEllengotBobbytolayhimoutintheice,andshe'dindulgedherselfandplayedmother,drawingablanketofbagsoffrozenpeasanduncookedmeatuparoundDean.Whenitwastime,she'duncoveredhimandhadBobbybringhimbackin,notSam.She’dbeengladofthat.Ithadn’tbeenDeantheybroughtoutoftheice,justhisbody.

Afterthey'dgone,Ellenhadbulliedthefireintolifeandsetaboutthawingthecorpse.Afterall,badenoughbeingdead,butshe'snotgoingtohavethepoorboywakingupcold.She'dsatwithDeanwhilethefrostonhisstupidlyfeminineeyelashesglistenedandmelted,rollingdownhiswaxycheeksliketears.

Thenshe'dmadeapotofcoffee.BillyalwayslikedashotofcaffeinetowakehimupandshethinksthatDeanwouldprobablyappreciatecomingbacktolifetofindacupofcoffeewaitingforhim.Butshe'sdrunkallthecoffeeandDean'sstillnotwokenup.She'sprettysureshe'd'venoticedifhehad.Hedoesn'tstrikeherasthetypetocomebackfromthedeadwithoutalotofnoiseandfuss.

TheImpalascreechestoahaltoutsideandEllentakesabreath.Shestandsupandrubsherhandstogether,notsurewhenshegotsocold.ThedoorbangsopenandthefirstthingshecanthinkisthatthegriefhasdrivenSamtodrinkandshe'llmurderBobbyforlettingthepoorboydrinkawholebottleofwhiskeyandifheletSamdriveherbabygirlaroundafterdrinkingthatmuchshe'llmurderhimalloveragain.

SamdropstohiskneesbyDeanandEllenalmostthinksshecan'tbeartowatchuntilshenoticesthatSamistryingtopourwhat'sleftofthewhiskeydownhisbrother'sthroat.

"Ohhoney,"shewhispers."Honey,Idon'tthinkthatthat's…"

"It'shissoul,"Johisses.

Ellenstopsandturnstolookatherdaughter.Jo'stransfixed,she'snotevenblinking.Ellenthinkssheneedsalittleclarificationbutisn'tsurewhatsheshouldaskinordertogetit.Shelooksbackatthebottleandatthered-pinkf