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The Thin Ice by Buffy Addict (R)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gen
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buffyaddict13
Author Website: Buffy Addict’s Fic Index
Why this must be read: Another hunter tracks down Sam and Dean looking to take care of Sam while there’s still time. And she knows better than most just how dangerous Sam Winchester can be.
"How do you know it was a ghost?" Sam asks. "Are you sure someone didn’t break in?"
His voice is sincere and gentle and Libby wonders if that’s the voice he used on her father. In that moment, Libby hates Sam Winchester with a pure, blinding rage. She wants to pull the gun from beneath her sweater and shoot him in his smiling face, in his lying eyes. Instead, she wrings her hands in what she considers an especially pathetic manner and nods toward the furnace. "One minute a man was standing there, the next minute he wasn’t. I didn’t imagine it. Someone was in my house." She looks down, counts to five, then back up at Dean. "Bobby said you could help me. If you can’t, or you don’t believe me, then--"
Her words light a fire under Dean’s ass and he backpedals so fast Libby’s surprised he doesn’t fall over. She doesn‘t really listen to his blather; she's watching the movement of the EMF meter.
The EMF meter warbles when Dean gets to the other side of the furnace. Libby's heart thumps double-time as the meter passes the thin layer of ectoplasm she painted on the back of the furnace and blares louder. Sam walks over to join Dean and this is it. Now or never. "Dean?" She says his name, and as he looks up she sprays the Mace right into his eyes. He screams, clawing instantly at his face. He drops to the floor, gasping, wheezing and crying all at once. The meter clatters against the cement, his shotgun slides halfway beneath the furnace.
She's got the taser against Sam's throat before he can even react, which is easier said than done because he's a fucking giant. But giant or no, when she drive-stuns him he screams. Desperate to get away he slams into the cement wall, his temple connecting with a meaty thud.
"We can still back out." Libby turns to see Jay at her side. "I'll do whatever you want," he says, a loop of rope in his hand.
Libby nods and reaches for the rope, wraps it around Dean's feet.
The Thin Ice
Pairing: Gen
Author on LJ:
buffyaddict13Author Website: Buffy Addict’s Fic Index
Why this must be read: Another hunter tracks down Sam and Dean looking to take care of Sam while there’s still time. And she knows better than most just how dangerous Sam Winchester can be.
"How do you know it was a ghost?" Sam asks. "Are you sure someone didn’t break in?"
His voice is sincere and gentle and Libby wonders if that’s the voice he used on her father. In that moment, Libby hates Sam Winchester with a pure, blinding rage. She wants to pull the gun from beneath her sweater and shoot him in his smiling face, in his lying eyes. Instead, she wrings her hands in what she considers an especially pathetic manner and nods toward the furnace. "One minute a man was standing there, the next minute he wasn’t. I didn’t imagine it. Someone was in my house." She looks down, counts to five, then back up at Dean. "Bobby said you could help me. If you can’t, or you don’t believe me, then--"
Her words light a fire under Dean’s ass and he backpedals so fast Libby’s surprised he doesn’t fall over. She doesn‘t really listen to his blather; she's watching the movement of the EMF meter.
The EMF meter warbles when Dean gets to the other side of the furnace. Libby's heart thumps double-time as the meter passes the thin layer of ectoplasm she painted on the back of the furnace and blares louder. Sam walks over to join Dean and this is it. Now or never. "Dean?" She says his name, and as he looks up she sprays the Mace right into his eyes. He screams, clawing instantly at his face. He drops to the floor, gasping, wheezing and crying all at once. The meter clatters against the cement, his shotgun slides halfway beneath the furnace.
She's got the taser against Sam's throat before he can even react, which is easier said than done because he's a fucking giant. But giant or no, when she drive-stuns him he screams. Desperate to get away he slams into the cement wall, his temple connecting with a meaty thud.
"We can still back out." Libby turns to see Jay at her side. "I'll do whatever you want," he says, a loop of rope in his hand.
Libby nods and reaches for the rope, wraps it around Dean's feet.