What Is Bright Red Soles Of Feet

sasha_de_blanes @ 2011-02-25T22: 26:00

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Fic: "Another kind of angel" 18/25

Title: "Another kind of angel." Author or
Author: Winchester_Mcdowell
Category: Supernatural.
Rating: All groups
Summary: Dean have not seen (or has lived) everything.

18

Nothing.

The slight brightness that until recently he drove on the map has disappeared.

an hour ago for a few seconds, was a big flash, like the reflection of the sun striking the windows of buildings while hiding at dusk, and then nothing.

not want to think about what that might mean, not waiting behind Dean, nervous fingers on the gun under his jacket and anxiety waves radiating from him.

Sam sighs.

needs time has not. He is exhausted. Angie did what it did well. What remains inside is barely enough to keep track of the medium Senora still doing so, dilute your energy. Lower your arms, open your eyes to meet the overcast night sky.

"So?" Urge him his brother's voice from behind. Sam

deep breath before answering putting aside the pounding in his temples.

"Nothing."

swear I hear so low and footprints in the grass of the hill they announce that the hunter is two steps closer.

"Are you playing with me again?"

feel his own anger rise from the depths to merge with their despair.

"I'm trying!", Blurts out without thinking. "It is not easy."

"What? Half an hour ago you were up there doing your role in the New Era. I need a location. Right now! "

Sam turns looking for his brother, ready to respond to provocation, but suddenly the ground beneath their feet has lost its consistency. And while falling for a second, go for the corner of my eye the instinctive movement of Dean approaching him. The touch of the old black jacket against his cheek, the smell of gunpowder, arm tightly around his back, Sam is left to sink in the reminder of other times, better times, safe times. And then ...

is standing, the earth is red like clay. A cafe, a small supermarket, a small square with a pair of giant trees. Angie is a second in front of him, with her jeans skirt, the green fleece jacket, and white socks, looked sad and then no, it's gone. Look straight ahead and an old brick wall she closed the road. No windows, just a cube made of bricks. Climbs, try to hit. Shouts the name of the girl to wear down his throat. An acrid smell fills the place. No need to turn to know that the grunts behind him are not of this world. When you fall over and pinned him against the wall, capturing in his mouth his back, crying again, but now is not the name of the girl that comes out of his mouth. It is only terror.

When she wakes up, gasping for breath, his face impassive Castiel's about it, two fingers pressed against his forehead.

"He's awake," the angel announces, stepping aside. And now it's Bobby who peers with expert wisdom. Further back is Dean supported in the old van, arms folded across his chest, eyes unreadable expression on his watch.

"What happened, boy?", Demands to know Bobby.

is lying on the floor at the foot of the hill where the trail trying to read. He still has a smell to the hounds of hell. Your throat is scratchy. He wondered if indeed he shouted.

"I ...", try a first time. "I ... was ... in a village ... or something .... " Ago, his brother's body is taut, away from the truck, free arms at your sides. "... ... There was a building behind a brick and mini ... had ...", takes a trembling hand to her eyes. "... Dogs of hell." Swallows before continuing. "She was there."

That is enough for Dean to come early.

"Where?"

Sam joins middle and points to the map on the seat of the Bobby Van.

"Could you ...?"

Bobby reaches up and deploy it against Sam. It's hand slides over the names of small towns in the area and stop at one.

"Here." Dean

approaches in no time and check the point where the finger points Sam.

"The Truce? "

Sam Dean nods in silence while I glared looking for some hesitation.

"is forty-five minutes from here," Bobby calculated.

"Okay," Dean doubles the map. "You", aims to Castiel. "Keep your mojo until we get there. You go with Bobby. And you, "and this time goes to Sam. "Come with me. Walking. " He walks purposefully toward the Impala. "Quick!"

It takes a couple of attempts so that Sam can stand alone. When finally reached the door of the vehicle, the Impala has already begun to walk and be almost thrown in to avoid being left behind.

Sam does not remember many trips as quiet as that in the cab of the old vehicle. At first they were fighting their own children whom they had taken the air in there along with reprimands from his father as background music. Then, discussions of adults as they searched for dad the confession of particular sins and testosterone masked deep feelings and his brother's favorite music at full volume when it ran out of words. And then it happened that Dean went to hell. Literally. But that does not count because he has erased his memory of the endless hours of highway driving while gnawing pain and anger inside. Remember only that, still hurts. It takes a hand to the bridge of the nose and close your eyes for a moment.

"Are you okay?"

The tone is carefully indifferent but when she looks up to answer, the green eyes of his brother speak of concern rather than indifference as he examined the road Elya alternately.

"Yeah ..." he says in a whisper, feeling the heart in the chest is shrinking to the small sample of his brother's concern. "Yes, I'm fine." Try

focus your attention on something else, distract from the anguish that push the soul and then discovers the empty cage on the seat rear.

"Where ... where's the cat?" He says, not quite sure that his brother wants to continue the conversation. Dean looks at him but no answers.

"Bobby has a friend nearby. Rumsfeld and Iosephus are there. It makes no sense to risk them too. "

And then another word for the next fifteen minutes, the landscape dark shadows on the window the only distraction from the uncomfortable trip. Then

Dean clears his throat with a slight hoarseness.

"Well, start talking," he says without taking his eyes off the road.

"Huh?" Sam wait, confused, some clue. "About ..."

"About what you know. Hell. The goblins ... Are yours, anyway? "

Sam bites the inside of his mouth trying to stifle their anger at the insinuation.

"No," he says and turns to the window again. "They are not mine"

New minutes of silence. But Dean has just begun.

"How?"

"What?"

"How did you do?"

Oh. That. Sam breathes deeply and closes her eyes. I knew that at some point they would play the subject, but not so soon expected to be major concerns when they settle the mind.

"I have not clear," he answered anyway.

"What do you mean? Do not know how could you leave? "

sighs wearily.

"I can not explain"

"Traffic"

Again he is staring, challenging him to gain their trust other time. Then the words start coming out of Sam's mouth without him even noticing.

screamed for help while fighting Lucifer and Michael. It was frightening and somehow, perversely wonderful. He also fought hand in hand with his guest and at the same time, begging mercy from Heaven Archangel Lucifer because he knew he would not listen. He learned to handle the power he had the scope and resist the onslaught of the grace of blindingly bright Miguel whose essence in contrast to the dark when it seemed sink the other.

can not say that I really had any way (because Adam is long gone) but he knows for certain that Michael has white skin and freckles, and eyes that shine like emeralds when darkness comes all beauty. And remember that while doing the story, he wondered if all the angels look like her brother.

Miguel never responded to their pleas.

All hell fun of his attempts and whispering in their ears the most cruel reminders of complete solitude, neglect that had left theirs. And though he knew it was a lie, soon succumb to the anger that had always brought inside and goodwill at last began to be consumed in the fire of his own demons.

It happened, at some point in eternity, what was at hand. He held out his arm toward the Archangel, one arm I could feel but not see, and touched him and only then, and for a second, stopped fighting. Miguel recalls expanding wings in his anger, his eyes intense and the pain of grace poured out upon him the Archangel, reconstructing fiber by fiber, nerve by nerve in his body. And when he was done, there was a hint of a smile on his radiant face of the Archangel. A terrible noise was heard and then all over the place and was soon out of the cage watching Michael and Lucifer, still inside, they beat each other with savage ferocity and immeasurable power. An outrage of fearsome creatures escaped through a crack up "? Downstairs? It was hard to tell there. The fact is that they made room, he ran and reached through before the width began to recede and disappear into nothingness.

Dean is watching in awe now.

"Miguel ... Do you go? "

Sam looks back, exhausted. Remembering is like living again.

"So it seems."

"Why? I mean ... What was your point? "

" I do not know. "

Hunter bites his lip, pondering what we just heard, always looking ahead, down the road.

"So, you were out. So what? "

Sam looks in its memory. What happened then? Meg. And its bugs.

"I followed the herd, picks up and closes his eyes, refusing to continue rewinding in his head Images of the outrage of freaks around him looking for what their instincts maniacal murderers needed. He also. His brother does not have to know that, why not find out what you did to survive and what Meg tried to do it. That's not lying. Dean does not press this time, let rest a few moments with his head against the passenger window. But Sam knows that Dean needs other answers.

"She was glowing," he says suddenly.

"What?"

"From the first time, when she came to you. Each time you use your grace, she shines. That's how I found her. "

"I thought you said you were looking for me."

"lied" hardly dares to look. "I was following his birth. I did not know it was you. " Flees through the window waiting for the reproach that never arrives. Then sighs. "They also".

"Why?"

"She is very powerful but does not know. I think they want a leader ... a king ... or queen. " Close your eyes. "She ... or me." Listen

the heavy breathing of his brother, a sign of anger.

"Well, damn them all" long after a while. "It's not any of you."

think the day is not clear when they reach the streets of The Truce. The skies are covered even more than before and the only lights under the streetlights on every corner. Parked vehicles as shown that it is giving Sam trying to reach the square that was in his vision.

"I do not like," said Castiel as they alight from the vehicles for the two large cedar trees.

"Welcome the club, Mr. Shrewd, "says Dean, senses alert. "Sam?"

The smell of the spawn of hell is everywhere confusing. Sam looks around but can not tell where they crouch for the attack.

"dogs of hell," says Dean and Bobby and both raise their rifles with bullets blessed salt.

"Where," asks the hunter, but Sam can not answer yet.

The power of the lights not enough to combat the black hole that is the people. Moves two steps to the plaza, looking orientation, and immediately imitate Dean and Castiel. It is impossible to ignore what are now two pairs of eyes watching every movement. Has begun to sweat. Feel the presence of the creatures of the night lurking.

"Everywhere." On the corner of my eye sees them cross from one to the other side of the square-shaped diffuse shadows. Is all that remains of his capacity to contemplate them in their true form. "Pay attention," he warns. The sulfur smell is unbearable.

enramaje Then the shrubs in the open plaza and Dean turns and shoot instinctively. The creature howls and pushes away leaving a trail of rotten blood. Two more fall from the sides towards the group and then four more. Bobby and Castiel realize their own, the first with his rifle and the second sale with the power of his grace. Dean Sam stands before forcing him to stay in the middle of the small group, shooting and missing the mark every time. And as suddenly as they attacked, they disappear back into the deserted streets.

"That was too easy," Castiel says in his tone neutral.

"I agree," said Dean, in turn, "Sam, where?"

But Sam is not yet clear. Moving towards the main street, the group following him closely. Upon reaching the corner of the square is the facade of the Café.

"there", pointing his finger and is all you can say before a child hit him over the side and throw him to the floor with the hot breath of his mouth in the neck. A bang, a whimper, then Dean is putting standing back and gives him a knife, the knife Ruby, without a word, listening to something on their backs.

"Run!" Pushes and is coming after them. This time is of flying. Pterodactyls and ancient creatures with horns and teeth of dogs accompanying dragon shown freely in the eyes of everyone. Castiel covers their backs appearing and disappearing in the middle of the pack, exploding heads, but these are too many and should quit. Sam opens the womb to one who dares to fly too close to his brother Ely. Run to the nearest building and entrench themselves there after destroying the front door only to find they have disappeared again.

"still far too easy," Castiel says.

Dean looks winded.

"Now I disagree."

And then Sam recognizes the building.

"The mini" whispers glancing around.

"What?"

Sam does not respond. Walk to the bottom through the shelves of grocery and warehouse in search of the back door. Leaving the alley, there is. The old brick building. Walk down the hall in complete darkness until the light beam of a flashlight illuminating the way from behind.

"Sam?"

Sam turns to look at his brother holding the flashlight. Further back, Bobby and Castiel also observed.

Point at the end of the alley. Dean continues la seña con el haz de luz. Hay una puerta de madera cerrada como única entrada al edificio de ladrillos.

“Es aquí”, dice Sam sintiendo que le falta el aire. “Angie está adentro”.

No acaba de decirlo cuando, con un aterrador aullido, una criatura horrenda de fauces enormes se deja caer sobre sus cabezas. No es la única, es sólo la primera. De repente están los cuatro enzarzados en una pelea a muerte, atrapados en el callejón, disparando a diestra y siniestra intentando frenarlos al menos. Castiel los protege cuanto can but everyone knows how it will all end if the situation does not change.

Then a sharp cry, the cry of a girl from the building, ripping the air and overlaps the noise of the struggle. Dean no longer needed. Sam sees him get rid of the creature that has the front and running.

"Dean! No, "shouts while her brother is not listening, just snatches the knife in a lightning movement and lets you return your rifle and then open a force of kicking the door of the building while Sam strives in ward the bugs that want to take it in the back. It's the last you see of Dean because he catches a monster on the floor. The claw pierced his side and removed. Sam screams and writhes with pain. Bobby lying on the ground a few feet away tambiéna while Castiel tries to avoid using it for dinner. The old hunter does not move. Sam turns around and faces the creature above it. Not willing to end all this way for Dean to Angie, for all of them. This is your fault. You have to fix it. It hangs from the neck of the creature and bury your teeth together until thick artery succumbs to his mouth.

and baby Sam up short of breath.

Dean breaks through cutting throats and eviscerating demons within, without any precaution shouting the name of your child while the quarter looks dirty and empty until you find the right and shoved him down the door. But when it enters and stops in the doorway, one falls on it. The only light was a wire hanging from the ceiling and moves like a pendulum altering the shadows inside the room.

Angie is at the bottom, back to him, messy hair, all alone. The only sound in the room is off the girl's sobbing. The heart of the hunter gets in his chest.

"Angie?" Flame toward her but she remains in the same position, whimpering.

"You abandoned me, Daddy. You made a promise and failed me. "

"No, no, no, darling," he hastens to correct. "I'm here," and placed his hand on the small shoulder.

the girl's head spins on his neck before the horror of the hunter, exposing her black eyes and dried blood around his mouth.

"Too late, Daddy."

Dean next moment flying through the air to be affixed to the wall, a foot from the ground, hands and legs spread. Grit your teeth, enduring the pain, not just your back and every muscle in your body, but inside, the tear in his soul to what you just saw in your child. For a second he hopes that everything has been a deception, a vision caused to torture as so often has happened already, but when he can focus his eyes again, Angie is there in front of him, the same black eyes, painted mouth the same blood and beside a woman who recognizes immediately despite the change of packaging.

"Meg"

"Hi, Dean. How do you like my work? Flawless, is not it? "

" You piece of shit. "

"Language, Deanna" covers one side of his mouth with his hand concealing it from Angie. "There are children present," she whispers.

"Give me back my daughter or I swear that I will want to relocate your ass in hell and not go out anymore."

"Like you could." He looks up and down with lust studied while biting his lower lip. "What things can I do to you now."

"Traffic", the challenges. "Maybe may surprise you. Bitch. " Meg

smiles wickedly.

"Oh, Deanna. Always the gentleman, "

" And you such a bitch. "

Meg makes a subtle gesture with one finger. The girl promptly hand grips his throat hunter gets shut off the air. Meg looks at his watch on his wrist while Dean struggles to bring some oxygen to your lungs. Of no use trying to connect to Angie's eyes. This goes black as night outside. After nearly reaching the minute, the devil put aside your watch and touch the shoulder of the girl.

"It is enough for now, dear." The pressure is relieved and the hunter breathes despair. Meg takes a step toward him, defiant. "See? She's mine now. So cry, baby. "

"I'm going to rip it with my own hands, bitch."

"That is what I like about you! Champion of lost causes! Always wanting the impossible. You're a good material to play . Only, you know, we all have to pay for our sins. And I think somebody has to resolve outstanding accounts with you. And the charges are ... "is a theatrical side and gives the pass to Angie.

"This is all your fault Dean", accuses the girl with face impassive. "I trusted you, came to you and me down" a gesture of his hand and a rib in the torso Hunter sinks to utter a crash. Dean holds clenched teeth. "Come on, Deanna," continues the girl in a terrifying tone similar to Meg. "Will not you say anything? Will not you defend yourself? Oh, sure. I forgot. That stupid sense of justice yours, right? That says you deserve every bad thing that happens to you in going because I failed! ", A second and third rib explode immediately forcing the hunter to utter a faint cry.

The devil comes forward and calls attention small.

"Honey, you're doing an excellent job, no doubt about it, and he definitely deserves it. But it is better if we continue with the traditional method to save energy ... "placed in the hand of the girl Ruby's knife has risen from the place where the hunter dropped it into the and surprise attack. "... And it is always fun to play hurt Dean Winchester." Angie caresses her hair and away for her to do the job. "Go, little girl." Angie air rises slowly to face the hunter. "This is going to be a poem."

She extends her arm with a knife wielded and calmly circling the edge of the blade contour of the neck of his father after the birth of their ears, as if it were decided by do ; where to start slicing. Finally, stop with the knife under the right eye socket. And it does nothing. Keeps it there, in a position to remove the eyeball in one motion. But it does nothing.

"Honey, do not play with food" admonishes the devil from the back. Angie

handle fits in your hand. And only that.

"Honey," Dean then tells you, so softly that only she can hear. "No matter what you do. I'm not mad at you. You're a bright and beautiful girl. My girl. "

"Your tongue is deceitful," replied the girl immediately.

"Look into my eyes and tell me I'm lying."

"Oh, stop it with the cheesy speech!" Devil exclaims impatiently. "Just do it, damn brat!"

She looks at him straight in the eye as he asked, his head cocked. Nothing happens and then the black of his eyes back to stop soot appears timidly a green.

"I am your father and I came for you."

the girl's eyes sparkle.

"You came."

"Yes, I came."

pressure of his body against the wall gradually disappears and they begin to descend toward the ground.

"Oh, come on!" Explodes Meg understanding what happens. In a single move away to the Senora rips the knife from hand to bury one, two, three times in the belly of the hunter.

"Papi!, Angie and Meg cries out, furious, turned to her, the knife, red with the blood of Dean.

"He not your daddy ", a gesture of his hand and the girl returns to the impassive as before, look at the ground where it has fallen to its knees. The demon returns its attention to the fallen body and unaware of the hunter. "Not anymore."

The sound of footsteps on the run in the door she turns toward the entrance. A giant figure standing in the doorway.

"Great! Sammy joined the party, "then note terracotta stain around his mouth. "Wow! Have we returned to the ring? "

Sam walks his gaze between the Senora Hunter collapsed at the foot of the wall. His eyes blazed with anger when they stop at the devil.

"So you want to accept the offer now?" Said Meg cheerfully, confident in its power over the girl his feet. "This is hot! You return for the child. Take it or leave it. But claims are not accepted status at time of delivery. Maybe it's the last thing you wanted to be your brother. "What?"

monster's blood boiled in his veins yet, but fades quickly. It's a feeling that has learned to recognize the power of becoming extinct and clamoring for more. Maybe I can with Meg. Maybe not. You may need to accept and try to heal after a father and daughter. Sam looks at Dean fell on the pool of his own blood and decide.

"None"

raises his hand to the devil and start to press. Long ago but still does not remember the procedure as taught Ruby. The black smoke comes out for each opening in the body of Meg, but again almost immediately enter clinging to his guest with all his will. The brown face, the concentration entirely on the task of taking away the devil his lair. The pain settles behind his eyes, battering his brain. An effort Masy's all over, he hopes. It is not enough, you can not Masy loose and is the moment that the devil takes to escape. The body of the possessed girl until recently dropped, lifeless eyes, white skin to impossible. In an instant the cloud has lifted to the ceiling and the next has been thrown back Angie's head and entered his throat.

"Kill me and kill the girl!" Dual voice warns you when Sam is on the small ready to finish what begun. Sam

dare not, stand still, she ríey soars, Senora demon, and disappears into thin air leaving the room stinking smell of ash and sulfur content of their race.

continued ...

Milena Velba 2009 December

sasha_de_blanes @ 2011-02-23T18: 11:00

give your email address because the young man as a colleague is not silently give a talk: Tourists will send a young man begins to write: wait-wait-no new meeting you such a beautiful woman) feel an idiot ...
recall stories from the past, when persistently proposed again, a fellow guide to sleep in my room with two beds: because as someone has something confused and rooms at the hotel he did not have a thing for the night and get up early tomorrow and it is high time to rest and not engage in clarifying why не зарезервировали номер а коллега-гид смотрит краснеет бледнеет и не соглашается; или как в Швейцарии в отеле ночью звонит портье и просит разрешения прийти in number because the previous tenant forgot something, this peasant to come so he searched for and right now because he is leaving, and now sits like a fool all the sleepy, swear that a long time coming and did not sleep enough and in the morning to work again, and come somewhere 20 minutes later when it decide to go to bed again and you stupidly look at them and they apologized to you and go and you're a fool decide that they have the wrong number and only two days after seeing this guy in the hotel and poudivlyavshis and what did he никуда не уехал смекаешь что портье по совместительству сутенер; и опять же чувствуешь себя полной идиоткой...
или это мне так везет? как вспомнила мне моя дочь: as you walk through the park because behind every bush a pervert, but as I go so no one ...

and that's my word I do not specifically this on February 23 and everything is right now, and was,
so to go or something to drink to the normal defense and homeland sent by mail (see above) to consider an optical illusion ...

Baggieshefty Sandwich

Fic: "It's not so bad"

is a Drabble. Suddenly appeared so I wrote it, quizása way of consolation by the end of the story Dean / Lisa *** sigh ***. penalty
may even decide to expand later.

Title: "It's not that bad."
Author: Winchester_Mcdowell
Rating: All groups
Summary: "I could do what you do. Could you teach me how to shoot ... "(6x02)"
"... I think my work makes me someone who can not sit at your table. And if I stay, end up like me. "
" Why do you say it like you're so ... bad? "(6x14)

not so bad.

At 14 knocked on his door.
"I want to be a hunter."
"Does your mother know you're here?
at 16 too.
"I grew up, Bobby"
"I'll call your mother."
And at age 18.
"I am an adult now. I can do whatever he wants. Recog "
"Boy, are not you tired of this?"

Product Dimensions Standards

Fic: "Accounts receivable" 22 /?

End Title: "Unpaid". Author or
Author: Winchester_Mcdowell
Category: Crossover Supernatural / Dark Angel.
Rating: public.

22
Alec

Stretch jacket sleeve on the wrist because they do not intend to leave Sam to see. Certainly it does not allow even the angel Cas has had the courtesy to satisfy their curiosity about the Enochian. Enough with a session of strip-tease in a room with two men inspect the body. Really uncomfortable.

are outside the house of Dr. Hanna Sukova, a two-story building high walls that Sam found rummaging through the internet. It's almost night and the street lights coming on.

"Are you sure is the right person, "asks Sam from behind the wheel.

"You tell me," replied Alec and lower vehicle. "How many Hanna found in the database of Manticore?" Stay there a moment, leaning on the roof of the Impala as a look around.

"What?"

The hunter has also fallen from the vehicle and follows the direction that Alec is watching.

"Too much security do not you think?"

Sam frowns a bit perplexed because he only sees a camera and intercom at the entrance .

"What do you mean?"

Alec said with a wave of his hand listless hiding places lasers sensors, cameras and searchlights.

"There here and there. " Sam

Alec looks stunned and his eyebrows up and down playfully.

"And did you know that with just a look?"

"I still have some skills. Come on, "urges him around the Impala to meet him. "We have to go. What are we now? ".

"Phineas Executive Home, vegetarian food for healthy people, and we have her on our payroll." Alec

snorts, incredulous, as they head toward the entrance.

"What do you think will swallow that?"

"Any other ideas?"

"We can jump the wall."

"Are you sure your cat's DNA? Why the inclination to climb like a chimp at the first opportunity? "

" The Cats climb. And they always fall on all fours. "

arrive outside the entrance, a wooden door and wrought iron, and Sam pressed the intercom switch.

"Let me talk to me," he warns.

"Treat yourself."

Play a second time and the overhead camera moves toward them with a hiss cyberspace.

"Yes?", Comes a female voice from the speaker.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Sukova are you home?"

"Yes, I am."

"Mrs. Sukova, we Phineas Home, veg food ... "

" What is your issue ? "

" ... ah ... er ... have an attractive proposition for you about joining our ... "

" No I'm interested, so thanks for taking the time to come here, but can be removed "and then the click of intercom tells them that no one from the other side to continue listening. Alec looks at Sam who shrugs, hands in pockets.

"So ..." Alec proposes, "... we climb?"

Two hours later, covered by darkness and left the suit, walk the periphery looking for a point blind where penetrating surveillance, trying not to look too suspicious in a neighborhood quiet and reserved like that. Find what they want on the wall that separates the property from the doctor with his neighbor who, fortunately, does not realize when both men go through your yard sneak.

Climb and go to the other side is no problem for either. The thing is, crouched under the wall, Sam discovers a pair of Rottweiler dogs walking through the garden, with the guard position, the noise alerts have been falling. Taps on the shoulder to his partner by calling their attention to animals. Alec seat after taking a look, hinting that has understood the situation, and then extracted from his jacket pocket a package carefully unfolds to expose pieces of fresh raw meat.

"Where'd you get that?" Whispers Sam and Alec replied the same way, without losing sight of the dogs.

"In the supermarket, where else? I've had enough life delict to imagine that we would find such circumstances "

The hunter looks at the package and then Alec, surprised.

"Are a thief? "

Alec weighs word thoughtfully, twisting his lips in the same way Dean does when he glosses over something.

"Let's say I fight the inequality of economic opportunity" and then throws a short sharp whistle and directs the heads of the animals in their direction.

"What are you doing, idiot?".

"Take it easy, Sam" and the dogs, half whisper, "Hey! Beautiful!

The dogs teach white teeth, large and ferocious.

"Alec?"

"Calm down, Sam. If you get nervous, they will realize. " Alec slaps his thigh, in a tacit invitation to play. Dogs seem surprised by the accióny at it with his head tilted for a moment. When then the animals begin to approach, Alec throws them a couple of pieces of meat. "Go and open the cage," instructs Sam and obey it swiftly.

"I thought you liked dogs," says Alec smiling when they finish closing the cages with animals inside unsubscribe focused on pieces of meat that have been genetically engineered ex thrown inside.

"No these dogs, friend."

next thing is to disconnect the alarms and the phone, hoping that the lady did not really have heard and not calling at that time the police on the phone. Then enter the house by a rear window overlooking the kitchen. All rooms on the first floor are dark.

found on the second floor master bedroom empty, although the disorder in the blankets shows that until recently someone was lying there.

"Maybe it's in the bathroom," Sam whispered adventure looking around the dimly lit the lamp at night.

"Hey, look," says Alec, noting that at first glance looks like a half-open closet. "He has a Panic Room "is about to inspect the curiosity of a child as if they were not there as intruders.

"Alec, do not have time for that," Sam complains.

Former GM completely opens the door peering inside the small room lined with steel.

"He is not here." Electronic locks will not lock. Alec frowned in surprise. "It is not working. Should have a separate system from the rest of the alarms. Or some manual handling. "

"Alec ..."

"I think he lacked money to ...." And then, to turn around looking for Sam, he meets a woman at the beginning of their thirties has the barrel of a gun against the head of the hunter in the back. "Oh, please!".

"Hands up!" She and Alec obey orders immediately. "On your knees!", He orders Sam and extracts the Taurus that the hunter carries in the back of the waistband. "You" looks back at Alec. "Put your weapon on the floor. Slowly! "The extransgénico Dean gets the Colt from inside his jacket and placed on the floor. "Push it away from you" he does so with a slight kick. "I called ... I called the police," informs women. Alec

arrest observed with now. The woman seems to have lost track of what to do next. It is clear that has dressed quickly and a few steps behind her, on the ground, there is a large and bulky backpack.

"I think not," he says.

"Huh?"

"If he did, they'd be here. You want to flee. Do not trust them. " A glimpse into his backpack Alec betrays her and knows that he is right. "So, we will kill yourself? ... "

" No embolden it, "warns the hunter between his teeth.

"... or is waiting for someone else to do it for you?". The woman cradles the fingers around the gun in a clear sign of stress. Alec is allowed a half smile. "No," he concludes, "is alone in this."

aims to step in and force the woman presses the muzzle against the head of Sam.

"Look, tries to calm the hunter from his position. "We are not a danger to you."

"Why should I believe? It is clear that there are a steward of Food Phineas. " Alec

raises his eyebrows in the direction of the hunter in a silent "I told you so."

"We know about his work in Manticore, "continued Sam ignoring Alec.

"We do not know is why they would want to kill," he adds. "Did you discover something about Deck or someone else within the base?"

"You know nothing about me."

"I know that you care about children in there."

"What What are you talking about?. Manticore is only a military school for gifted children. "

"No, Manticore is a secret government project designed to create armies of genetically enhanced soldiers to fight in any kind of scenario. Supermen in government service. Created children who have been subjected to inhuman training to reach their full potential. Have been subjected to constant sleep deprivation, mental indoctrination, hours in the freezing water, days without food or water, subjected to fear be removed at any time be defective, at nights waiting anxiously not be eligible for night hunting exercises, hoping that the co-unit has exceeded the evidence and return to your bed, but nobody cares about that because for they are just powerful and expensive weapons to achieve their targets, "has inadvertently raised his voice over the bill, led by the passion of their memories. The woman looks surprised. "Nobody. Except you, right? "

The tension in the arm holding the gun on Sam seems to yield somewhat.

"How do you know all this?" Asks the woman almost in a whisper.

"Because I lived there."

"Alec!" He chides the hunter.

"Peace, Sam."

Dr. squinting trying to penetrate the darkness of the room.

"Did you know?"

"Surely, though ... not exactly so. "

She watches him very carefully. Presses a wall switch that turns on a lamp stand in the corner.

"Move into the light", orders and so does Alec. The GM can say exactly the second in the mind of the doctor starts to put the pieces after watching more clearly.

"Those eyes ..." he murmured Sam hears from his position on the floor and then higher, "You're too more "

" I know, "says Alec and shrugs," but it's out there. "

Sam can not stop questioning.

"Too old for what?"

She replied, still looking at Alec.

"Show me your neck"

Alec shows, bar code clean.

"You must be the donor "

" Something like that. "

"Why are you here?"

Alec tries to show in his expression how serious is the issue.

"We need your help."

She certainly move the fingers on the gun, he licks his lips.

"You have five minutes to explain."

"We need your help to release M ... "and corrected immediately." ... X-452 by Manticore. "

"Why?"

"She's important."

"Why?"

"To save the world & rdquo ;.

Disbelief confidence and desire to fight in the face of the doctor.

"Yes. Sure. Why me? "

Alec shrugs again because he has no reasonable answer.

"Because that must be"

"It is not enough."

"Oh, please!" Alec gestures with his hands up. "If I tell you, I believe," and at that time, the expression on her face changes, his eyes fixed on the movement he has done.

"What is that? "he asks with a sigh.

"What did you say?"

"Your hands" Alec

the Ely rises to the turns, consideration.

"What happens to my ..." on the back of both hands, black lines moving from the wrist to the fingers forming signs. "Oh, God."

"Show me your hands" Sam leaves the gun for a moment to support the movement order with a threat to the other. Alec

, somewhat reluctantly, removed his jacket and lifted the sleeves of his jersey to the elbows showing the tangled swarm of tattoos covering his forearms.

"And when were you going to tell me?" Sam calls him angry gesture.

"Let me see ... uh ... er ... never?"

"Your back now," again ordered the woman, ignoring the exchange between two men. With a sigh, Alec turns up and revealing clothes back and tattoos. Sam looks askance at how the doctor's lips open and let out a gasp evening. Alec

half turns displaying a wry smile.

"Do you like what you see?" Does not expect the response to begin to cover it again.

"Wait! Take off your sweater. "

"What?"

"And the shirt."

Seriously would disobey this time, but the gun, but no such determination, still pointing to Sam.

"God, I'm a stripper now," he claimed while completely turned to the woman. "Want to go dancing, too?"

both takes off clothes, revealing his bare chest and above it, new lines converging toward the side of the heart.

"My God!" Exclaims the woman and slowly lower the gun.

"Well, I know I'm cute but did not expect that kind of reaction." Sam

can only roll his eyes before starting down the arms realizing that the moment of greatest tension is over.

"You", it says the woman. "Get up. You two have to explain me everything. " Les

indicates that following the first floor and makes them into his studio where they settle around a large desk.

"Well" says the doctor with his hands crossed on the surface of wood furniture. "Talk"

is Alec who starts.

"My number is 331845739494 designation"

Dr. fixed his eyes on him as if trying to see the truth through your eyes.

"Are you telling me that you are not donor but GM?"

"Well, not exactly ... something. It was a GM, but this body is my donor. I am the future ... well, not exactly the future ... but similar. "

Dr. Alec use whatever looks for a moment and then turns to Sam, obviously looking for a better explanation. The hunter deep breath before starting to give it.

"My brother, Dean, it seems, is the donor of Alec ... or x494 and x493 twin. Somehow, both Alec and my brother, have been exchanged in their bodies because, apparently, the events of this date have been changed and the future, as it should be, in danger. Alec is here to fix that, "

" And, apparently, both are insane "

" If you think well of us, then why not fire on us your room? "

She is silent for a moment, hands on the desk, examining the wood surface before joining and go into a drawer near where removes a bulky folder. The deposited against the two men and let them see its content: pictures of documents, all in Enochian writings.

Now is the time for both to be amazed.

"Where ... where did this come from?" Asks Alec.

"I stole from the personal archives of Lydecker"

"Originals?" Sam wants to know.

"There are his office. " Dropped into the seat as if a huge weight to force her to do so. "I just took pictures. Do not really know if he is aware of what I did but since then I live in fear. A few days after taking them, I resigned. Failed to stress. He is a dangerous man. "

"I know," agrees Alec.

"Did you meet him?"

"Yes. Very well, "

" You know what this is? "Sam asks reviewing one by one the pages.

"I've been trying to translate but it has been impossible. But look, look for a particular photograph and puts it on top of each other. There is the exact tattoo graphic on the chest of Alec. "Do you realize why my shock?"

"Yes," says Alec following finger the path in the picture. "This and my body was too perfect" for the first time the woman laughs with relaxation. Alec was accompanied with a smile without opening the hearing on the graph. "Accordingly, the layout seems to be a shield"

Sam leaves to check the pages in his hand, surprised.

"Since when Enochian know?"

"Since yesterday"

"Yesterday?"

"I'm very good student."

"So," asks the doctor with scientific interest. "Have you kept your GM skills?"

"Only the intellectuals, unfortunately"

The woman seeking another page in particular.

"Watch this," says another scheme, similar to that just shown. Your headline, however, Enochian is on.

"is a DNA sequence," says Alec. "It's ..." looks up at the doctor with amazement. "... The sequence of Max."

"You mean 452, right? I heard a fellow call unit that way sometimes. "

"The learned"

"To all of them" and corrected, "if you all really are 494" He smiles almost tenderly. "You were a real pain in the butt" Alec

rightful smile with a touch of mischief.

"Always."

"She was special to Deck," she continues later. "I mean, he always treated the X5 as if he belonged, but she was always special."

Sam has reviewed one by one the pages.

"Each page has sequences. "

"Yes. There are DNA sequences designed for each transgenic from X4. "

The hunter left the leaves on the table for a moment, stunned by so much information.

"Dr. Sukova, why steal this material? "

The woman sighs.

"I do not know. Instinct ", perhaps? I did not like the way they treated the children. Wished to have evidence disciplinary abuses and introduced me to his office in search of anything that could be used against him, perhaps false reports about their activities or something similar. I wanted to show it in public. When I saw the sequences in the documents, I thought they were doing things wrong with them, so I took the photos with the intention of studying in detail later. Only I could not understand a word, only the sequences. And this. "He points to the side of a leaf, a sign that is repeated in all of them: the figure in black Manticore a beast on a pedestal surrounded by two snakes.

"What is it?" Sam asks.

"Sandeman's signature."

That immediately attracts the attention of Alec.

"Sandeman? "This is owned by Sandeman?" Dr. Alec nods and looks with reverence the papers. "Wow! "I can ... I can get a copy?"

"Of course. I have photos on my laptop. I can traspasártelas "begins to order the papers before her return to the folder. "But first ..." he stops and looks at them both alternately. "What I have to do with his plan to fix the world?"

Both men exchanged glances deciding who should speak. Finally, it is Sam who does it.

"Since Alec is here, too many facts have been changed and why the future. If not repaired, a group called "The Family" take control of the planet. Many people will die, millions innocent people. With some of these facts, nothing we can do, but we must try to those who do. In the timeline right, you were working on Manticore the day that Max and his unit fled. That was in 2009. You picked it up in his car and kept it under their protection at home for several hours until she ran away again and disappeared from his life. Max will try to release tomorrow night but would be even better if you were there for her. "

She quietly ponders what he has heard for a while.

"Sorry, I can not do that"

"Dr. Sukova, if you do not takes Max , the timeline will not be restored properly ".
"If I do, kill me. Do you understand that? You will not protect ".
" But ..."
"Sorry, I can not"

Sam turns to Alec, who has watched in silence until then, for help. With a sigh, the extransgénico takes over.

"Hanna, I, of all people want things they did not have to happen this way. Well you know Sam, "and said the hunter," that's been for me, write a new history. I am one of those children locked in Manticore. " Alec can see how the understanding and compassion find their way into the mind of the doctor. "Back then I did not know what I know now. But still, I understand that I change my story even if it means letting the child that I am again going through the same torments that are still in my memory. "

"still do not see how my presence can help repair history."

"With every event out of place, the future fades and gives power to the family. In the future, Max returned to you for answers, you will be given information necessary to understand who she is, and Max will save your life because you took it from Manticore. "

"She ... Will I save? "

" Yes. We can not give protection now, but yes it will, "he pauses a moment to allow his words to settle properly in the minds of women. "So," then continues, "if you really want to help these children," points to the folder. "And help themselves ... this is the way. "

The silent woman staring at her lap. Sam's notes, almost daring to breathe waiting for your reply. Finally, when the doctor looks at them again, the hunter knows that everything will be fine.

"What should I do?"

And so does Alec.

"Waiting for our call"

She opens a small desk drawer and pulls out a card that gives Sam.

"My cell phone number and home phone though ... maybe they should just call the cell phone because they screwed you. "

"Oh, sorry," says Sam immediately stood up. "We'll fix it immediately."

"Uh, Alec, you wanted the pictures, right?"

"Oh, yes, Alec pulls out a pen drive from his pocket and hands it to the doctor.

"Okay, come with me. Meanwhile, Sam can repair the line "

What leads to the living room where your laptop.

"Are you and Max related in some way, asks while connecting the usb flash drive and look at the files. He raises his eyebrows, intrigued.

"You mean ...?"

"There is information on the alleles of both."

"So?"

"Do I have to be more explicit? You two were designed as a couple of procreation. " Alec

smiles, amused.

"Oh, that. I'm sorry, ma'am. I have to break her romantic dreams about us. I have my girlfriend and she has a boyfriend. Maybe things between them have not been quite right, but what she and I? We are like brothers. "

load files takes a few minutes by volume. When finished at last, the doctor removes the stick of the device and tends to Alec. But when he goes to meet him, she will not let go.

"Alec, I have another question for you"

"Trigger"

"There are only two words I could translate all the material and I know you read them ste also: arm and justice, "places his free hand on Alec's arm significantly. "What you gonna do with that?"

Alec is lost when the genuine look while an accomplice of the woman.

"Justice, I suppose," he says at last.

"Your partner, you know? Alec

looking, over the shoulder of women, the figure of Sam that looks from the front door stating that it has completed its work.

"Maybe his justice is not like mine. "

She smiles.

"Good luck then."

And let it go.

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Title: "Another kind of angel." Author or
Author: Winchester_Mcdowell
Category: Supernatural.
Rating: All groups
Summary: Dean have not seen (or has lived) everything.

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not know how to do this time.

's like hyperventilating. You know you have to breathe because if you do not die, but do not obey your lungs and you drown with no remedy.

Look high and the windows boarded up with a couple of old boards. It is an ugly place. There is hardly a light bulb hanging from a wire rope from the ceiling to eight feet of soil. She would have left a blanket and something that at some remote period must have been a cojíny now just a pile of clothes crammed.

Have you seen this woman before in his dreams, fixing her black eyes, two bottomless pits. Meg. Thus the name of your father. Not that it has said. Just so. The woman advances toward her with a false confidence that could fool anyone. She did not. Smells like fear.

"Hello, dear," he says cautiously stopping distance. Behind him two tall men, demons, Angie knows, ready to follow his orders. "How do you feel? A little more answer? "

Women (Meg, it reminds herself again Angie) has a bowl in his hands. Angie set her eyes on him before answering.

"I want to go home."

A mock pout formed on her lips.

"Sorry, honey, that's not possible"

"I want to go home!" Angie stands, this time looking directly at the devil's under the dress skin. In its motion, gives Meg a start. Oh, yes. Fears. Angie knows at this point that has to risk a little more. "If I let go, I'll dust!". And it might have been much more effective staging if the hand did not tremble so recklessly by pointing the finger, and his upper lip almost imperceptibly jump into spasm after the words. The devil looks at her intently for a moment and then leaves the bowl on the floor.

"So ..." crosses his arms. "... Do it."

But Angie can not not know, therefore stands still, as challenging as it can within its panic. Then try going to the door and the devil will plant the front with minimal effort, paralyzing it with their presence.

"Go back to your corner, baby. We both know you will not do anything now. " Angie

not even dare look up. The smell of fear in the woman is gone and only the scent of evil. He takes one last look toward the door with their tabs and back to back.

Meg leans toward her seeking the face hidden.

"We could become great friends, if you act like you," he says and their encouragement of sulfur and ash hits the nostrils of the child.

then goes and picks up the bowl left on the floor and places it in front of Angie.

"Bebe."

Angie looks inside the vessel, to the viscous liquid in which Meg has been a whirlwind with his finger and immediately guess what it is. It makes a hand, trying to evade the corner floor that serves as trench and returns what little there is inside your stomach.

"Are you going to give me trouble, dear?"

For answer, Angie is a ball against his refuge in the blanket wrapping and stays there. Meg has no patience for that. Turn your head and gives a quiet order to his men. One of them, bald and stocky, advances to make the attempt to grab the girl. She closes her eyes, screaming and kicking. And then, just the delicate arm around him with his giant hand strength after snatching the blanket, the guy does poof! and disappears. His shadow is stamped on the wall Old Brick. The bowl fell from the hands of Meg on the floor and turns on its base pouring a portion of its contents around. The demon's eyes and mouth open in awe and the other man behind him, is far away in search of the output.

But nothing else happens. Angie

dropped back, panting, too weak to do anything else, because he knows how to use that it has inside, cause sometimes and sometimes not. And this time it is not. It's like throat singing instead of the chest and stomach. Sounds nice until your throat is going to shit and only get gurgling and pain that does not let you talk decently for days. She likes to sing. He did with Dean in the cabin, while completing the tasks, as they sat on the bench in the entry or traveling in the van. And if the throat stung, Dean gave him to drink an herbal tea with honey limóny miracles. Strange the cabin, to Iosephus. Strange evening walk through the forest, the timid insect found under leaf litter, small animals who came to sniff and the way the sun was shining through the tops tree before hiding behind the rocky mass of the mountain. Above all, extrañaa dad.

Now alone, weak, in that ugly place, dark and wet that has nothing to do with their cottage. With the bricks of the wall before their eyes, he wondered whether the sun will be as she remembers.

Moving is an ordeal, but it does. Meg is looking. It is clear that you understand what's happening, or rather what does not, because his face is twisted into a smirk that sends chills the spine of the child.

"It's not so easy, eh, little thing?" One step forward and Angie back the same, on hands and knees, wobbly, again in search of their hideout. Meg turns to the other, who already has one hand on the doorknob to exit with a sign urging him to return to work. The devil certainly a moment but finally they are approached with cautious step. When Meg turns to Angie again, wears a mask of false tenderness.

"Hey, sweetie, you're weak. What that if we make stronger? This will help you "and hands him the bowl with the remaining viscous liquid and nauseating.

Angie back as you can until your back meets the wall and has an arm to the face to protect his mouth brown reliably while denying his head.

"Oh, come on. What about table manners? "And adds, singing," The bad girls are not going to heaven. "

A gesture, the other forward on the start Pequena wall again immobilized with an arm around her small torso and holding her chin in her free hand, forcing her to open her mouth and keep it there. Meg leaned over the bowl ready.

"Now, you're going to be a good girl."

Before the liquid in your mouth and walk the way down her throat, Angie sees the metallic smell of blood. Still trying to oppose, to launch new kicking, spitting in the latter case. The oil thing is like invading your throat obstructing the passage of air into his lungs. The arches will gain nothing. Meg makes swallowing without thinking twice. It's done.

hardly realize when they let slip to the floor and his corner again. And now he's crying while trying to clear his mouth of the other crap that has been in it.

"Daddy" whispered between sobs. "Please, Daddy. Get me out of here. Where are you? I need you. "

But Dad is not there. The door does not open and he does not go cutting off heads and gutting demons. Dad is not there and Angie go to sleep dreaming that he is back in the House and Mrs. Milton Milton looks at grief and disapproval, arms crossed from the foot of his bed, shaking with Despite his head side to side.

"You should not have allowed this."

flames rise on both sides of the bed when the house collapses.

"Help me," he asked amid the tears.

"I can not say the woman and then the expression of strength and pain disappears again and is no longer the lady who holds out a hand for his cheek, it's Dad. "I can not."

The first time you wake up, are back on it, throwing more filth into her mouth, forcing her to swallow up close and re-entering into unconsciousness calling Dean off sobbing.

The second time, Meg has a trickle of blood dripping from his wrist open up the bowl. When realizes that the girl was seen devotes a wink.

"My secret ingredient. It does work. "

By the third, fear and grief have begun to become a rage bubbling inside.

When Meg goes to her, now without the support of another demon, he turns the bowl with his hand and all content is lost in the soil.

"Look what you've done, brat! Do you think that these bundles of meat are eternal? They are not blood and milk milking cows damn! "

" Fuck! Fuck you, fucking bitch! "

" Language, girl! ".

"My dad will kill you!"

"Your daddy left you!"

"Lies"

Meg opens her arms and looking around theatrically.

"Well, where is it then?"

"He ... he will come."

"No, honey. Not coming. I left here ... for me. "

"Lie! Why do that? "

" Oh, honey. Because you're not like him. "

the devil's words are an ice cold dagger in the heart of the girl.

"That's not true," says just about the sound of your breathing. "I am your daughter"

"You're an abomination, sweetness. Like his brother Sam. And, what he did with it? Sent him to hell. You knew that, right? "

She knows that Uncle Sam was in hell. Why Why? Dad has not said. Could it be then ...?

"Dad ... it sent there?

"Yes, honey. Is all that shit in your head about doing the right thing

"But ... Dad loves"

"Yes, I love."

must remember to force the demons lie. Dean has said before. Meg is a demon, but no longer can see its true face. But now lying when he says that Dad loves to Uncle Sam. So what is the truth when he says that dad will not come for her?

"I am your daughter."

"No, honey. Sorry. Not so. You're a burden. " Go up the sleeve of his jacket revealing her wrist and the nail of the appropriate opposite hand to open the previous scar cut deep. "We love you, Angie. Not as your mother, not like Milton, not Dean. His love is flawed, imperfect, doomed to failure. They have good intentions but in the end ... always fail. "

Angie still, hypnotized, the way that the dark liquid undertaken at the mercy of gravity to the fingers on his head while Meg repeat the echoes of his father's promise never to be separated . She believed him. He lied.

"Do not fail, Angie."

And now she was alone.

"We will always be with you. All of us. And you'll be our little girl Queen. " Blood continues to flow slowly from his wrist while the offer. Angie thinks of his years of confinement in Milton House, in their months of freedom on the cabañay all seems very distant dream, the dream of someone who is not her, a borrowed dream. Watch the wound for a moment and then leans down and drink. Suddenly, Meg and does not smell. And that thing down his throat, and does not taste too horrible. Spread the inside of your body quickly as if it was alive and like thousands of voices speaking in unison in his ears calling her by name, hugging, crying for her. Drinks to quench the hunger that leads in and of that only now has a conscience.

"Come, gentle, open your eyes to me," he hears the voice of Meg.

When the eyelids move under them there are two black eyes like two deep holes. Meg smiles.

"We love you, honey. You will be very, very happy with us. "

Chapter 18.