Reckless and Brave

CX. (110) Janie's Got a Gun

[Slash Fiction]

The siblings walked down the stairs in Rufus's cabin to where Bobby and Nate were torturing, and trying to figure out how to kill Chet, the Leviathan.

"Is he still sucking air?" Dean asked.

Bobby nodded. "Greatest hits didn't do the trick. We're down to B-sides and deep cuts."

"Well, you two better figure out something quick. That whammy that witch dude put on him is only gonna last for a few days. He gets his spinach back, we're gonna end up having to drop a car on him just to stop him."

Chet smirked. "Actually...Edgar walked away from that car. He's fine. Well, he is a little pissed at you, but--Oh. You didn't know?"

"Why don't you shut your cake-trap?"

"Ooh."

Sam turned to the elder hunter. "Bobby, Nate...You two've been using all this stuff and he still won't talk?"

Bobby and Nate shook their heads so Dean and Holly grabbed a stool and sat next to Chet.

"Huddle over, coach, cheerleader?"

Holly narrowed her eyes. "How'd you find us?"

"It was easy. I used pattern-recognition software and a basic heuristic algorithm to track your known aliases."

Bobby groaned. "Great. Just what we need--a Mensa monster."

Dean and Holly got up and walked back to Sam.

Sam turned to Chet. "Alright. Let's just start with the start. Where'd you get our aliases?"

"From your trench-coated friend, obviously. When we were all nestled in at Camp Cas, kind of got the full download. That's just how we do."

"So why are you talking to us, Chet?" Bobby asked. "You're not dumb. Why you spilling secrets?"

"Cause I'm not scared of you. You can't stop me. You can't stop any of us. We can't be killed, you stupid little chewtoys. You are aware that I'm the least of your concerns, right? Oh. You haven't watched the news today, have you?"

Holly smirked. "Everything can be killed. It's just a matter of figuring out how."

The hunters made their way upstairs and to the TV.

"The two men, and young woman, who up until today were presumed dead, locked the doors and opened fire, leaving no survivors. Sam, Dean, and Holly Winchester are now the subjects of a manhunt throughout the stake of California."

BREAKING NEWS: FUGITIVES STILL AT LARGE

Bobby turned off the television. "Busy morning, you three?"

Dean glared. "Those sons of bitches xeroxed us."

"But I don't understand how." Sam said.

Bobby shook his head. "I don't know." He took a beer from the refrigerator. "Maybe one of 'em touched you at the hospital."

"It was the hair!" Chet yelled. "Not too hard to lift some DNA out of a motel shower drain, guys!"

Holly stomped the ground, warning Chet to shut up. "You can copy people like that?"

Bobby shrugged and Holly continued, "Awesome. Well, what exactly is their plan?"

Sam glanced to her. "Squeeze us. Turns us into the most wanted men and woman in America."

Dean pursed his lips. "Alright. Well, that settles it. We find these ass monkeys, and we kill them ourselves."

Bobby turned to him. "Wait a sec. Every form of law enforcement in the country has seen your ugly mugs this morning."