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avandell2007-02-20 03:05 pm
theladyscribe) wrote in avandell2007-02-20 03:05 pm
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Fic: Keep You from the Gallows Pole
Title: Keep You from the Gallows Pole
Characters: Dean, Jo, Sam (undertones of Dean/Jo)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 680
Warnings: dark!fic, mentions of rape, spoilers for Born Under a Bad Sign
Summary: “I’m sorry,” he says, though he’s not sure if he is apologizing for his brother or himself.
Notes: AU version of BUaBS. Please note the warnings before you read. Title is from the song “Gallows Pole” by Led Zeppelin. X-posted.
Keep You From the Gallows Pole | A Face From the Ancient Gallery
Nothing You Can Say to Make Me Change My Mind | All These Places Feel Like Home
In My Hour of Darkness
Keep You from the Gallows Pole
When he finds her, he already knows he’s too late. His brother is gone, and Jo is lying against the post she’s been tied to, her shirt ripped and her jeans down at her knees.
He takes off his jacket and lays it across her lap before he moves to untie the ropes around her wrists. She jumps a little and then moans. “Jo?” he whispers, not trusting his voice not to break.
“Dean?” He gulps as he hears the terror in her voice. She glances at him before turning her head every which way. “Is h- he here?” she asks, her voice small, and he sees that her hands are shaking even as he undoes the last of the knots.
“He’s gone,” he answers raggedly. He’s gone, and there’s nothing to be done about it.
He averts his eyes as she stands and pulls her jeans back over her hips, but he notices that she does it slowly and shakily. She hands him his jacket in silent thanks, and he finally looks at her face. She isn’t crying, but he can see the tracks left by earlier tears. He lifts a hand as if to touch her, but she flinches and he lets it drop back to his side.
“I’m sorry,” he says, though he’s not sure if he is apologizing for his brother or for himself. She doesn’t say anything, so he speaks again. “Did he – did he say anything about where he’s going next?”
She shakes her head. “No,” she whispers, and he wonders what his brother did say.
“Oh.” He pauses. “Are – will you – ” He breaks off, not sure how to say what needs to be said. “He’s not himself,” he finishes lamely, the words hollow and useless even to his own ears.
“I know,” she says, and she shudders involuntarily, as if she can still feel the hands of – he stops himself, refusing to finish the thought, because that would mean that his brother has become dangerous, has become the one thing he fears the most.
“I think he’s going after hunters,” he tells her. “The closest one I know is in South Dakota.” He half-shrugs and says, “If I’m gonna get there in time, I need to leave now.”
She swallows and nods, looking everywhere but at him and at the post where she had been tied. “Can I – I’d like to go with you,” she says.
He blinks at her; of all the things he’d thought she would say, that was certainly not one of them. “What? Why?”
She takes a deep breath and looks at him. “He – I… never mind.” She looks away again, and he gets the distinct impression that she’s keeping something from him.
“Jo, what is it?”
“I think he’s possessed.” She says it so softly that he almost doesn’t hear her. “The things he said – there’s no way he would have known them otherwise.” She shudders. “I know demons lie, but do they ever tell the truth?” She looks straight at him this time, and there is such hope in her eyes that he’ll say no, that he almost lies.
“Sometimes,” he has to admit. “Especially if they know it will mess with your head. Why do you ask?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she answers, but he can see that whatever the reason for her question, it matters a lot. “Let’s just go.” She starts to head toward the counter, but he stops her, grabs her hand – a mistake, since she flinches again and pulls away. “Don’t,” she says.
“Jo, you’re not coming with me.”
“Why not?” she counters. “This is my fight, too, now. He made it mine.”
“You can’t come. I can’t trust myself to save him and watch out for you. I don’t want your blood on my hands, too. I’m sorry,” he says.
Her jaw tightens and she scowls at him, but she seems to accept it, so he heads for the door. He’s about to walk out when she stops him. “Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“Call me when you find him.”
He nods. “I will.”
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A/N: Lyrics to "Gallows Pole":
Oh, yes, you got a fine sister, She warmed my blood from cold,
Brought my blood to boiling hot To keep you from the Gallows Pole,
Your brother brought me silver, Your sister warmed my soul,
But now I laugh and pull so hard And see you swinging on the Gallows Pole
Characters: Dean, Jo, Sam (undertones of Dean/Jo)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 680
Warnings: dark!fic, mentions of rape, spoilers for Born Under a Bad Sign
Summary: “I’m sorry,” he says, though he’s not sure if he is apologizing for his brother or himself.
Notes: AU version of BUaBS. Please note the warnings before you read. Title is from the song “Gallows Pole” by Led Zeppelin. X-posted.
Keep You From the Gallows Pole | A Face From the Ancient Gallery
Nothing You Can Say to Make Me Change My Mind | All These Places Feel Like Home
In My Hour of Darkness
Keep You from the Gallows Pole
When he finds her, he already knows he’s too late. His brother is gone, and Jo is lying against the post she’s been tied to, her shirt ripped and her jeans down at her knees.
He takes off his jacket and lays it across her lap before he moves to untie the ropes around her wrists. She jumps a little and then moans. “Jo?” he whispers, not trusting his voice not to break.
“Dean?” He gulps as he hears the terror in her voice. She glances at him before turning her head every which way. “Is h- he here?” she asks, her voice small, and he sees that her hands are shaking even as he undoes the last of the knots.
“He’s gone,” he answers raggedly. He’s gone, and there’s nothing to be done about it.
He averts his eyes as she stands and pulls her jeans back over her hips, but he notices that she does it slowly and shakily. She hands him his jacket in silent thanks, and he finally looks at her face. She isn’t crying, but he can see the tracks left by earlier tears. He lifts a hand as if to touch her, but she flinches and he lets it drop back to his side.
“I’m sorry,” he says, though he’s not sure if he is apologizing for his brother or for himself. She doesn’t say anything, so he speaks again. “Did he – did he say anything about where he’s going next?”
She shakes her head. “No,” she whispers, and he wonders what his brother did say.
“Oh.” He pauses. “Are – will you – ” He breaks off, not sure how to say what needs to be said. “He’s not himself,” he finishes lamely, the words hollow and useless even to his own ears.
“I know,” she says, and she shudders involuntarily, as if she can still feel the hands of – he stops himself, refusing to finish the thought, because that would mean that his brother has become dangerous, has become the one thing he fears the most.
“I think he’s going after hunters,” he tells her. “The closest one I know is in South Dakota.” He half-shrugs and says, “If I’m gonna get there in time, I need to leave now.”
She swallows and nods, looking everywhere but at him and at the post where she had been tied. “Can I – I’d like to go with you,” she says.
He blinks at her; of all the things he’d thought she would say, that was certainly not one of them. “What? Why?”
She takes a deep breath and looks at him. “He – I… never mind.” She looks away again, and he gets the distinct impression that she’s keeping something from him.
“Jo, what is it?”
“I think he’s possessed.” She says it so softly that he almost doesn’t hear her. “The things he said – there’s no way he would have known them otherwise.” She shudders. “I know demons lie, but do they ever tell the truth?” She looks straight at him this time, and there is such hope in her eyes that he’ll say no, that he almost lies.
“Sometimes,” he has to admit. “Especially if they know it will mess with your head. Why do you ask?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she answers, but he can see that whatever the reason for her question, it matters a lot. “Let’s just go.” She starts to head toward the counter, but he stops her, grabs her hand – a mistake, since she flinches again and pulls away. “Don’t,” she says.
“Jo, you’re not coming with me.”
“Why not?” she counters. “This is my fight, too, now. He made it mine.”
“You can’t come. I can’t trust myself to save him and watch out for you. I don’t want your blood on my hands, too. I’m sorry,” he says.
Her jaw tightens and she scowls at him, but she seems to accept it, so he heads for the door. He’s about to walk out when she stops him. “Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“Call me when you find him.”
He nods. “I will.”
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A/N: Lyrics to "Gallows Pole":
Oh, yes, you got a fine sister, She warmed my blood from cold,
Brought my blood to boiling hot To keep you from the Gallows Pole,
Your brother brought me silver, Your sister warmed my soul,
But now I laugh and pull so hard And see you swinging on the Gallows Pole
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