Title: "Unpaid". Author or
Author: Winchester_Mcdowell
Category: Crossover Supernatural / Dark Angel.
Rating: public.
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Dean
Denver, Colorado, is a layer of dust and ash that Dean unlimited notes from the edge of the road, hands on waist and disbelief on his face.
"Shit! What happened here? "
For poke here and there groups of snags and some still alive, at least, as gray as the landscape around.
"A small disaster." Max floor of the vehicle and meets with Ela roadside facing the bleak landscape that extends to their feet. "The Pulse, remember? Some important industries stopped working, without filters, the accumulated waste polluted the environment, people fled ... There are places that could never recover. This, for example. "
In the distance you can see the towers abandoned what was once a great city, dead like everything else. Dean and cell extracts try to connect to the satellite.
"What dem ..."
"No Signal, Dean. Not here "
" Curse "
" Yes. The radio does not work. There is nothing for nothing. "
"Shit."
Dean dropped his arms in despair. Max goes to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"We'll find him, Dean", try to encourage him.
"Where? "Under a rock?" Comic. "do not even have to ask. You may not even be alive. Who can live in this place? They were wrong. Or I lied. Sam is not here. "
" Dean ... ", try the dark, but the hunter raises his hands, heading off any talk of consolation as he walks a few steps, road below.
"Just ... give me a minute, okay? I need to think a bit. "
Max leaves him. The walk is poorly maintained asphalt, hands in pockets, to stop at one point looking down the hill. The man is a puzzle for her yet. Sometimes as open and others as tight as a rock. And yet ...
"I hate this place," he Dalton's voice comes from the vehicle. Max sees him look out the window of the rear seat has become your den the last two days.
"Yeah, me either," the brunette walks his gaze on the horizon dim. "I can not believe we've come so far."
"Perhaps too much trust in him," mutters the boy as if he knew that nothing escapes the hearing of a transgene. Max turns slowly toward him, not sure of what you hear.
"What?" Dalton
looks up at the brunette and clarifies l to throat to explain.
"After all, he was the only one who spoke with the men in white and he brought us here to this ..." move your hand gestured vaguely around, much in the style of Alec. "... nothing. Who says he is telling the truth? ". Max
looks as if he had grown a second head.
"I thought Dean was your hero. "
"ALEC", immediately correct the guy is my hero. No Dean. " And again look down. "I was ... I was a little confused with them both but now I understand they are two different people," a glance at Max. "Maybe you're a little confused too."
The brunette you see in bewilderment, arms crossed, trying Dalton coinciliar this enthusiastic boy with a couple of days kissing Dean trod the floor as he once did with Alec.
"I have very clear who's who, come to the jeep and introduces a hand searching for the head of Dalton who rejects setting aside the head, out of reach. "What is happening to you?".
"Nothing. I'm not sick, "and begins to slip into the seat opposite the door. "Maybe I'm the healthiest person here"
not expect a response brown, simply descends and disappears into the rear of the vehicle. Max does not know if he is watching or cares. Open the trunk and searches there among the weapons that Dean kept in perfect order, ready to be used in case of attack of any kind. Looking for something specific, something powerful and manageable, but does not know whether to believe what he heard to say, choose a long dagger carved into the blade, dagger kills demons as the subject in the shoes of Alec, and hidden based on your waistband, under his jacket, as has been done to the hunter.
When you return to the front, Max has met with Dean few steps forward and is seated at his side, both feet hanging over the edge of the old road embankment free of barriers. At some point, the brunette puts his arm over Dean's shoulders and both are viewed with an intimacy that sickens Dalton. Take a breath and a faint second is on the back of Dean brandishing the knife blade. But the hunter is faster in spite of not being prepared and they roll down the hill, clinging to each other like two cats locked in an alley fight. The dagger is lost in a second during the fall. When the world stops spinning, the picture is not pleasing to the boy. The blade barely made a cut to the hunter's jacket and, in turn, Dalton is trapped against the ground, the strong hand of Dean immobilizing the wrist and his arm crushed her neck leaving only the enough space for breathing.
"What the hell, boy?", Thunders the voice of man, but more than anger, Dalton is in disbelief concerned frown.
The noise of the loose earth above their heads, announced that Max has gone after them. Dalton sees it as his last chance.
"is a demon, Max!" Screams through the tightness in her throat. "Kill him! Kill him! "
And Max stops short, surprised at the start of the boy. Dean looks up and shakes her head in sharing his dismay.
"Oh, my God!" Exclaims Dalton and both return their attention. Eyes the boy, staring at Max, seem to come out of their orbits. "You're one of them!". Dean
further wrinkle his brow trying to understand what happens.
"What hell are you talking about?" He insists, and turns his head toward the dark looking for something that tells the origin of terror in Dalton. Can not see the black eyes of Max which does provide the boy panicked. 're At it, distracted by the dark, when a knee violently crashes against his crotch. The next thing I know is that it has fallen to one side, unable to continue holding their prey amid the flash of pain that she removed her breath. From his perspective on the ground can see Dalton, turned into a frightened animal, taken flight again. Max looks at Dean fugitive and then, without deciding to leave the hunter. He gestures with his hand toward Dalton running leaving a trail of dust behind him.
"Go for it!" He ordered in a growl that is an attempt to hide their affliction.
She obeys and run. Dalton reaches the entrance of a dry forest with trunks and thin leaves are broken as they fall upon them, Max making iron on the boy to stop him. The boy stands until exhaustion overcomes him and stands there with his back to the ground, the breath of the race on his breath, facing the dark over him. Max has never seen anyone with so much terror in his eyes.
"Tell me, Dalton! What is happening to you? "
" go! "Stirred trying to free but it is useless because Max keeps legs immobilized with their weight. "I will not let you take possession of my body!".
The confusion about the dark forces to lower their guard.
"What?"
"I know who killed Max, Alec and killed Dean! You both stole their bodies! I will not let me do the same! "
" What ...?" and Max then he understood what happens. He must have seen it coming. The boy is sick and hallucinating. "Dalton, look at me. Look at me! "Dalton agree to comply and it is only a couple of worried brown eyes fixed on him. "Everything will be fine. Are you listening? You'll be fine. Take care of you and then ... "
an arm around his neck prevented him keep talking and start off the boy.
"Leave my boy, bitch," I speak a male voice in her ear, so close that it dampens the input channel and then the other subject's hand is gripping the chin with clear intentions to break his neck. "What say you, boy? "Slow or fast? Want to see her suffer or not? "
From the ground, Dalton only managed to gasp like a fish out of water, unable to utter a sound, now horrified by the violence exercised by the subject.
"You're right," said the man as if guy had really been answered. "It is better to end soon with the trash that stinks," but before he can make the fatal stroke, a body falls on them, making them crash into the sand. Max wheel immediately to the side, breaking free, only to see Dean, punches, makes the subject's face a map with relief. And yet, the man can not stop laughing.
"Is it all you got?" He asks.
"No, it is", and a motion blur, Dean stabs him the arm to the floor with the dagger lost by Dalton and recovered on the road. The cry of the devil runs the hill and extends to echo down the valley.
"Control is the police," notes with astonishment Max.
"No, not him," Dean says, standing up, the panting breath and look where it remains Dalton, petrified. "Christ," says and points to the guy who tries vainly pulling the dagger from pitiful whimpering, "is a demon."
The complaints then become scratchy loud to attract the attention of the three transgenic and then a grimace of utter contempt on the subject's mouth.
"reek of Dean Winchester," he says. "What? How many dead think you can take from here? How many have you? "And looks at Dalton. "Alec yelled as he drew the guts out of his belly until he cut his throat and tongue and could not do more."
With anger, Dean moving back to the devil and spins round the knife tearing tendons and muscles no matter their outrageous howling. When appease their cries, the beast is looking for Dalton with his eyes, half-smile on his face disfigured.
"See?" He says through his breathing and then in a whisper. "See how I have reason?".
Dean turns to face the boy. Dalton is standing, his body prepared to flee again, and notes with the same eyes bulging with previously looked at Max.
"Anything that made you see something in me, Dalton is not true." Saca from his pocket a bottle of holy water and blink before Dalton, spray the bug with the content. This gruñey hisses to his skin contact while boiling. Then, Dean takes the bottle to his lips and takes a long drink. Nothing happens. Dalton frowns, puzzled.
"I saw blood on your hands," accused "Torn bodies foal!"
And then Dean feels like vomiting.
Max walks his gaze between the boy and the hunter trying to understand what you mean.
"Those were just hallucinations, Dalton," she says. "A lie of this garbage," says the devil with a dismissive wave of his hand and then looks at the hunter. "Really?" But Dean is silent.
"You were in hell," insisted the boy.
Dean looks at the devil.
"I did not say anything" and if he could, he would raise his hands to emphasize his innocence burlesque. "Some things just can not hide, Deanna."
hunter's shoulders visibly bent down as if it had been given before an enormous weight.
"Yes. I was there, "he says finally, looking down.
Max gives a start.
"What?"
Dean does not answer immediately. Is too busy wondering where the hell to have to chase him. He takes a moment to shelter behind the mask of "I do not care," that long time ago that do not use.
"Why?" Insists the brunette.
Dean looks, set up and mask.
"Later, Max. We have to go ", and looks away towards the costs they will have to rise.
Max looks for a moment, unable even to digest what heard at the same time, unable to distrust the hunter. And then remember the devil.
"And him?" He asks pointing to the bug.
Dean turns to him.
"He comes to us," decided to go to him, drawing his knife from his jacket pocket. He opens his shirt in one motion and supports the tip of the blade on bare skin, ready to draw a line from the center of the chest but then stops.
"Max", without looking back orders. "Take the jeep Dalton"
The brunette nods slowly, knowing that the hunter can not see. Take the boy's arm, who is too confused now to decide for themselves what to do, and forces him to walk uphill.
The bug crooked smiles, realizing that the hunter does not want the boy to see him hurt.
"You know I scream like crazy, right?" He says with boastful smile. But then look into the face of GM and that is not the eyes of a young man of twenty-four but of a man with a long and furious life that bore hatred. Then his attempt to feign indifference gradually disappears with his smile.
"Well," announces the hunter, "will give you reasons to do it."
Dalton Max and middle hill are when the screams of the bug them enough.
"Okay, Dalton, Max reassures him by noting his anxiety. "It's a demon, remember?"
The boy continues to rise, resist the urge to cover his ears with his hands.
"Yes. I know. "
what Dalton does not know for sure is if only one they left behind is.
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