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blue_bells» Title: Deal Breaker
» Fandom: Supernatural, Brimstone
» Warnings: Crossover
» Pairing(s)/Characters: John Winchester/Ezekiel Stone
» Summary: Ezekiel prepares to bring in escaped convict seventy-seven: John Winchester.
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By the time Ezekiel worked his way up to escaped convict number seventy-seven, the bounty’s reputation had preceded him.
The passing months had introduced Ezekiel to the world of hunters, their kin, their prey and their tragedies. But he’d met this particular hunter at an earlier opportunity.
In Hell, John Winchester was a name that drew the vengeful like moths to the brightest hearth in the pit.
On Earth, the same name scattered hunters faster than ash on the wind.
It made Ezekiel reconsider his available arsenal.
Facing down the father of the man who started the apocalypse was sounding more and more daunting every day.
When he eventually found John Winchester, he was surprised the man had been waiting for him, at hell’s gate of Wyoming, no less.
“Is it too early to say 'Welcome back, John'?” Ezekiel palmed the hilt of his service pistol, approaching the figure he knew was John Winchester, even though John was a much younger man than Ezekiel had expected.
That was his first hint that something was wrong.
The longer his gaze lingered, John seemed to shimmer around the edges and it made his eyes water.
“Zeke,” John’s voice was flat, hands loose at his sides and Zeke couldn’t spot a single weapon on him. “See you didn’t get the memo.”
Ezekiel frowned and stopped with one foot across the railroad tracks. “Is it ‘bring an imposter to work’ day?”
“Can’t take me in,” John gestured to his chest with an air of apology. “I’m no longer relevant to your hunt. They promoted me upstairs when my boys and I killed Azazel, right here. During the breakout.”
Ezekiel thinks he’s following, but that would mean…. He blinked in shock.
“John, are you trying to tell me you’re an angel?”
John shrugged tightly and shoved hands in the pockets of his jeans. He looked a bit... embarassed. Maybe he expected Ezekiel to demand proof with a show of his wings.
Ezekiel wouldn't have rushed to impersonate a live Sunday roast, either.
The look in John's eyes was wearied, old and somehow, Ezekiel believed him. Snorting under his breath, he bit back the curse, because, fuck. It was nice for some.
“Yeah, it's not so bad,” John dismissed and Ezekiel’s eyes narrowed at him.
Was John reading his mind?
John cleared his throat a bit too loudly, eyes averted, and Ezekiel was too stunned to be worried about all the thoughts that suddenly weren't private anymore. Mind reading, huh?
Ezekiel supposed that was odd.
“I’m here because I have an offer: you’re collecting bounties on the other demons. I want to help.”
Ezekiel knew well enough not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but the first thing that came to mind was how the boss’ would respond to Zeke allying with an angel. With Winchester, of all the possible angels that could have swooped on him.
“What do you want, John?”
“In exchange, you’d be my eyes and ears with the devil. I’m going to kill him.”
Ezekiel laughed abruptly. “You can’t kill the devil.”
John’s face was mocking with false sympathy, as though he knew better and Ezekiel was just a simple man with simple ideas, but John was good enough to indulge him.
“Wait… you’re serious?”
“He’s after my boys. He’s dead just as soon as I figure how.”
Ezekiel straightened and considered it for a long moment. He looked back into John’s face carefully. “What would it mean for me?”
“I’ve got the power to seize your contract, if you complete your end. I’ll put you back on Earth if it’s what you want.”
If it’s what he wanted?
“My wife –“
John shrugged, he seemed less interested in the details. “Hey. You want a hand?”
Ezekiel looked from the angel to the broken, charred gate to hell behind him. The answer seemed obvious.
“Well," Ezekiel shrugged, "Let’s go catch some bad guys.”
» Fandom: Supernatural, Brimstone
» Warnings: Crossover
» Pairing(s)/Characters: John Winchester/Ezekiel Stone
» Summary: Ezekiel prepares to bring in escaped convict seventy-seven: John Winchester.
» A/N: Originally written here for
oteap in comment_fic. By the time Ezekiel worked his way up to escaped convict number seventy-seven, the bounty’s reputation had preceded him.
The passing months had introduced Ezekiel to the world of hunters, their kin, their prey and their tragedies. But he’d met this particular hunter at an earlier opportunity.
In Hell, John Winchester was a name that drew the vengeful like moths to the brightest hearth in the pit.
On Earth, the same name scattered hunters faster than ash on the wind.
It made Ezekiel reconsider his available arsenal.
Facing down the father of the man who started the apocalypse was sounding more and more daunting every day.
When he eventually found John Winchester, he was surprised the man had been waiting for him, at hell’s gate of Wyoming, no less.
“Is it too early to say 'Welcome back, John'?” Ezekiel palmed the hilt of his service pistol, approaching the figure he knew was John Winchester, even though John was a much younger man than Ezekiel had expected.
That was his first hint that something was wrong.
The longer his gaze lingered, John seemed to shimmer around the edges and it made his eyes water.
“Zeke,” John’s voice was flat, hands loose at his sides and Zeke couldn’t spot a single weapon on him. “See you didn’t get the memo.”
Ezekiel frowned and stopped with one foot across the railroad tracks. “Is it ‘bring an imposter to work’ day?”
“Can’t take me in,” John gestured to his chest with an air of apology. “I’m no longer relevant to your hunt. They promoted me upstairs when my boys and I killed Azazel, right here. During the breakout.”
Ezekiel thinks he’s following, but that would mean…. He blinked in shock.
“John, are you trying to tell me you’re an angel?”
John shrugged tightly and shoved hands in the pockets of his jeans. He looked a bit... embarassed. Maybe he expected Ezekiel to demand proof with a show of his wings.
Ezekiel wouldn't have rushed to impersonate a live Sunday roast, either.
The look in John's eyes was wearied, old and somehow, Ezekiel believed him. Snorting under his breath, he bit back the curse, because, fuck. It was nice for some.
“Yeah, it's not so bad,” John dismissed and Ezekiel’s eyes narrowed at him.
Was John reading his mind?
John cleared his throat a bit too loudly, eyes averted, and Ezekiel was too stunned to be worried about all the thoughts that suddenly weren't private anymore. Mind reading, huh?
Ezekiel supposed that was odd.
“I’m here because I have an offer: you’re collecting bounties on the other demons. I want to help.”
Ezekiel knew well enough not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but the first thing that came to mind was how the boss’ would respond to Zeke allying with an angel. With Winchester, of all the possible angels that could have swooped on him.
“What do you want, John?”
“In exchange, you’d be my eyes and ears with the devil. I’m going to kill him.”
Ezekiel laughed abruptly. “You can’t kill the devil.”
John’s face was mocking with false sympathy, as though he knew better and Ezekiel was just a simple man with simple ideas, but John was good enough to indulge him.
“Wait… you’re serious?”
“He’s after my boys. He’s dead just as soon as I figure how.”
Ezekiel straightened and considered it for a long moment. He looked back into John’s face carefully. “What would it mean for me?”
“I’ve got the power to seize your contract, if you complete your end. I’ll put you back on Earth if it’s what you want.”
If it’s what he wanted?
“My wife –“
John shrugged, he seemed less interested in the details. “Hey. You want a hand?”
Ezekiel looked from the angel to the broken, charred gate to hell behind him. The answer seemed obvious.
“Well," Ezekiel shrugged, "Let’s go catch some bad guys.”
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Date: 2010-09-27 11:33 am (UTC)Is it strange that I kept picturing Matt Cohen as the younger John? ;)
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Date: 2010-10-03 09:51 am (UTC)Is it strange that I kept picturing Matt Cohen as the younger John? ;)
I glazed over for at least five minutes when I read that because Matt Cohen as young John has never lost its effect. We have drool buckets for this sort of incident. ;D