Locked Chapter 9: Death Penalty
By @roonyxx and @jay-and-dean
Pairings : Dean x reader ?
Summary : The Winchesters brothers are probably the most dangerous and mysterious criminals of the country, cracking them will require a professional.
This is inspired by supernatural episode 12x09, First Blood.
Serie Warnings : Captivity, Smut (please be 18+), Fluff, Angst, Swearing. Mention of physical pain, of torture and murders. Each Chapter will have detailed warnings.
Chapter warnings : Fluff, language, action, hurt and angst, attempted suicide.
Word counts : 3790
Note : This is a collaboration between both of us. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each, like for Firefly.
We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.
Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.
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His scruff scrapes along the pads of my fingers as I trace his jaw. I’m nestled close against his chest in his small cot. Skin pressed against skin. Still panting from our intense love making.
That was what it was to me : love making, for I love him with my every being, for why I am now committing the planes of his face to my memory.
From his sharp stubble dusted jaw, to his pink, slightly swollen lips that made me shut my mouth tightly against the moans that threatened to escape me as he worshiped me with his mouth.
“What is it ?” he whispers, his face is so close to mine that I can feel our breaths mix.
“Nothing” I smile and continue to trace the lines on his face.“You are beautiful” I say.
“You are more beautiful” he whispers and kisses me, lazily and unhurried, as if we have all the time in the world to explore each other.
I relish in his touches, in how he tastes, how he feels against me, in these small moments that I will forever keep in my heart.
Because we don’t have forever, we don’t have all the time in the world. Our time is limited and I am trying to make the best of it. Even if it means that I have to lie to him.
I slightly push his chest to look at him and state.
“The day after tomorrow. You will feel the sun again.”
“You have a plan ?” His fingers push some rogue hair from my face, he turns his hand over so his knuckles slightly scrape over my cheek.
I take his hand and inspect his knuckles, the faint white scars that stretch over them, from fighting monsters and nightmares.
The hands of a hero, of a warrior. I will miss how their calluses scrape down my waist to grip my legs, to spread them and to feel him come home.
“I do” I say, keeping my eyes on his hand, then letting them glide to his chest where freckles are spread over his skin.
Letting go of his hand, I start tracing the constellations of his skin ; an attempt to commit this universe of a man to my mind, to my heart.
“What do I have to do ? How will it go ? What’s the first step ?”
I smile, letting my hand rest over his heart and look up at him, at the questions in his eyes.
Dean has always been a leader, the brawns and the brain of his and Sam’s many escapes, so it is no more than normal that he asks these questions. But if he knew all of it, if he knew the how and the when… He would never agree to do it.
“You wait for the signal and run” Is all I say, all I can say to him without risking his selfless side to rear its head and take over.
“What signal ?”
I chuckle at the warrior before me, he is not comfortable with not being in charge, with not knowing.
“Don’t worry Dean. I have everything under control, I only have to prepare some things. You will know when it is time. Do you trust me ?”
“Yes” he answers within a heartbeat.
I can’t help the shuddering breath that leaves my lips. This warrior who has been betrayed so many times, that I know how struggles to trust people.
He trusts me.
“Sweetheart ? What’s wrong ?” His hands cups my cheek and wipes a stray tear.
“Nothing” I sniff loudly. “I am just honored that you trust me” I admit.
He smiles and kisses me again.
“I do, with my life” he whispers against my lips. “I can’t wait to show you the bunker” he begins, and I don’t have the strength to stop him, to put out that bright light in his eyes, to crush his hope.
“I’m curious to see it” which is not a full lie, I am curious to see it.
I just never will.
“And to eat burgers and show you Baby.”
“Baby ?” I wonder out loud.
Is there another close friend I haven’t yet discovered ? Friends usually don’t go by that nickname… My chest starts to cave at who deserves to carry that name from his lips.
“My car” he chuckles. “I call her Baby.”
“Right” I smile in relief “The famed 67’ Chevrolet Impala. I read a lot about her. Usually sightings of your license plates in my reports, and how long she has been your companion.”
“She was and will always be my home. Aside from the bunker and -” he cuts himself off and his eyes find mine.
I swallow hard at what I can read in his eyes. No… he can’t think that. The plan, my plan, won’t work if he thinks like that.
“And Sam.” I finish for him.
“Yeah… Sam will be relieved to leave this place” he wraps his strong arms tight around me.
“Yes” I say, snuggle close and let the silence stretch out between us.
“I have to go soon, Dean” I sigh as I break our precious bubble. “Our session is almost over.”
He squeezes me a little tighter, not wanting to let me go, just like I don’t want to leave.
“I know” he says and ducks his head to kiss me.
Kiss me for perhaps the last time…
“Tomorrow I can’t come. I have to set things in motion.”
“Okay” He takes a deep breath and his fingers trace down my face to gently grip my chin. “Promise me to be careful, promise me everything will be okay” his eyes stare deep into me, straight into my soul.
And for this lie alone, I know I will never see him again. Because if Heaven and Hell are real, then I am a sinner for the lie, for the false hope I give him, I don’t deserve Heaven with him.
“I promise” I say with a sweet smile, a smile that makes that spark of hope in his eyes expand to a raging fire of yearning for freedom.
As I put on my clothes and straighten my hair to erase any signs of what happened within these walls, I look back at him one last time.
At my Dean, at the love of my life, at my warrior hero. At my wolf.
And quietly say goodbye.
I try to blink to make my vision clear again but my eyes are drowning in tears.
Each second, each move is preparated. I have been working with each second of my free time on this plan for weeks and it is absolutely perfect, clicking like the most precise clock.
Dean will be able to get out, my love will be free, I should be happy. Yet when I realized it was over, and ready to be done, my heart suddenly broke and I couldn’t stop crying for almost an hour.
I have to calm down and study the plan one more time, because it has to be absolutely perfect.
I just never planned to die so young. I don’t know what I really wanted with my life, but certainly not for it to be over so soon, even less now that I am so thirsty for it, now that I want to run away, quit my job, disappear on the road with the man I love…
How I want this.
How unfair it is that I have to lose my life just when I am ready to start living.
I get up in a jump, trying to force myself to get out of this storm of pain, and go get a glass of wine. It was always my little pleasure, drinking a glass of a good expensive wine when a big case was over.
The case of my life is solved.
I look around at my apartment and start gathering everything. Files, books, photos, every single post-it with anything on it. When I am done with this place, not a single trace of what I found out about the Winchesters will remain.
My tears calm and, sipping from my glass of wine, I empty everything while reciting the plans to myself.
Tomorrow morning three of the guard squad will be sick, sick enough to not be able to stand and come to work. The kind of very bad food poisoning I gave them won’t kill them, but they will need a hospital for a day or two.
Three guards down is just not enough to trigger the backup call procedure. So there will be a slight lack of surveillance in the corridor East and at the Winchester’s door.
After all this time, everybody is pretty confident, and the brothers are not frightening anybody anymore. Being forgotten by the enemy is the best strategy.
I have to enter Aisle 4 between Agent Camp’s coffee and Agent Sanchez’s tour in the building, 7:25 precisely. I will be able to cut the wires that allow communication between the Aisles, so Agent Camp will be in the dark for at least 20 minutes before he realizes that he is not getting answers.
Before 7:28, I have to get into Agent Sanchez’s office with the card I stole yesterday. Once I am in it, I will use that poison one of my psychopath ex patients told me how to prepare. He used to make it to poison train drivers, I will use it on Sanchez.
The powder on his keyboard will be enough to make him sick. Surprised, watching his colored fingers and starting to feel dizzy and nauseous, he will call Camp to lock down the place.
A message his colleague will never have before he faints less than 45 seconds after the beginning of the first symptoms, and the guard at the building security won’t be at work this exact day, which Sanchez won’t know yet, considering Camp is the one supposed to tell him, and his communications are being blocked for now.
Once I cut the two heads of the beast, I am the only one in charge.
The sick Agent should wake up to throw up a few minutes later, just when Agent Camp realizes he is not getting his morning routine news and starts wondering why.
But once the highly skilled men trigger the emergency procedure and lock the building, Sam and Dean will be outside, running from the supply metal door that can only be opened with someone commanding it from inside…
I will tell Sam and Dean to run to the end of the corridor while I lock everything behind us. But the truth is that I can only open and lock the building from inside, and Sam knows it.
So when the door closes behind them, trapping me inside with men having enough charges against me to just put a bullet in my head, he will have to make Dean agree to run.
Because he promised.
My apartment is now empty, not a single clue of what I could have done for the last months. With my bags filled with paper, stolen files, pictures, recordings and every device I used to make research, I get out of the building to drive a few blocks away where there often are container fires and throw it all in it.
So much paper damp with gasoline is easy to light and the link between the container burning again, and me, is simply impossible to make.
Watching the fire spread quickly from my car between the two insalubrious buildings, I check my mental list. The papers files are burning and the ones on the numeric system are being eaten by the extremely efficient virus I spread in the system.
If I am going to deserve death penalty, I might as well protect my hero with everything I can…
“Dean” I state, entering the cell, out of breath.
“Y/n ?” he frowns, walking cautiously to the open door when I don’t enter.
I am holding the unconscious guard’s arm up on the finger print screen, my taser in hand.
“Oh wow” he breathes out. “It’s happening.”
“We have four minutes, Dean. Hurry.”
He walks out of the cell and that vision alone is making me incredibly brave.
For now, everything went as planned. The virus is spreading, and the person who gave it to me was formal : It will eat every trace of the Winchester’s files like termites until absolutely nothing is left to be used.
Sanchez fell in his office, the video surveillance room is empty since I electrocuted and tied up both army guys in it, and Camp is eating his stupid donut his wife won’t let him eat at home, totally oblivious to anything that could be happening.
“Help me carry the guy” I grunt, giving the guard’s arm to Dean.
He doesn’t ask questions and starts carrying the unconscious man, following me.
“I thought about cutting his hand but… Well I’m not a psycho.”
“It’s all to your credit” Dean chuckles. “So how does it work ?”
I stop in front of Sam’s door and motion to the little screen to make him lift the guard’s hand here, scanning my own card before the door opens to a puzzled Sam.
“So in all this area, where you are captive” I say for both of them. “To open doors, you need both a guard fingerprint and either my card or the card of one of those government dudes. So we need to carry him at least to the end of the corridor.”
They both nod, already in full action mode, not needing a second more to turn to efficient hunters. Sam grabs the heavy guard like he didn’t weigh much and throws him on his shoulder, jogging to the other side of the long gray corridor.
As we pass the automatic metal door, and Sam puts the man on the floor there, he gives me a quick look that I chose to ignore. I know what he wants to say, I know what I am asking him…
But I can’t think of anything but freeing my love, I can’t let my emotions blur my judgment now, or we are all dead.
We run.
Through never-ending corridors, knocking out a few guards now and then before they can get their walkie-talkies, mostly avoiding people… My plan is perfect, and the wolves I am freeing are deadly efficient.
Seeing Dean at work, disarming trained soldiers like it was nothing… It could make me love him even more, if it was possible.
The closer we get to the exit, the harder it gets. And when I feel his hand search for mine in our race, I feel my heart break.
I squeeze his hand. I tell him how much I love him with that touch, I give him my strength and hope it is enough.
I wish I could run forever, just holding his hand, but the door I was fearing is coming close. When we reach it, he lets go of my hand to look at me.
“Okay, how do we open this one” he asks, looking around.
“This one has to be opened and closed here” I say, showing absolutely no emotion or worry. “I activate it and when you pass it, I let go of the button and run to you.”
Dean frowns and shakes his head.
“No, no I’m staying with you” he states.
My baby is smart, but I am a master at deceiving.
“Dean, baby don’t be ridiculous !” I say with absolutely no clue of my fear in my voice. “You have to trust my plan ! Come on Dean, they will react soon.”
“But-”
My face manages to make an amused smile that seems to reassure him.
“Hey, you think I’m the kind of person to leave something to chance ?” I mock him in a way that can only make him think I’m serene.
“Okay okay” he sighs, passing the door when it opens.
Sam turns to me with sad eyes, nodding slightly, probably to thank me.
“Okay I will now open the second door, there” I point at the final gate that leads outside. “Then let go of the button, you run, I’m behind you. Ready ?”
They nod and the second door starts opening slowly, letting daylight in, they start running.
But as the gates of freedom are opening, the door I am behind starts closing quickly, locking me in the building.
If my fingers let go of the device to run under it, the gates will close abruptly on the Winchesters, with a security system making it impossible to reopen it without Agent Sanchez secret code…
Goodbye my love.
But just like I had feared, before he passes the gates to the forest, Dean turns around, realizing I am trapped.
“Y/N !” he runs to me.
But his shoes disappear under the now closed metal door.
“Y/N !” he hits it as hard as he can.
“Dean ! RUN !” I scream through the metal wall. “I LOVE YOU ! GO BE FREE !”
“NOOO !”
Tears are soaking my face, and I hear some noises in the corridors behind me.
“BABY HURRY I’M BEGGING YOU !” I am sobbing now.
Sam is talking to him, trying to convince him to run, and I think I hear them fight…
“I’M COMING BACK FOR YOU !” he screams. “YOU HEAR ME Y/N ?!”
I struggle to find my voice through the tears and answer weakly that I love him.
“I love you…” he cries through the metal, making my knee give up under my weight.
Then Sam and him run, and after a minute that feels like the shockwave of a bomb, I get up on wobbly legs, wipe my face, let go of the button and hear the gate close in a bang.
I have one last mission, I cannot give up just now.
Running in the opposite direction, I hide from the guard grunting that he can’t reach Camp and calling his colleagues on his walkie.
I reach the video surveillance room and lock it behind me, ignoring the tied up guards insults and threats, I lift my eyes to the camera showing me the love of my life running through the forest.
I touch his silhouette with love and get a knife out of my pocket to start cutting all the wires of the screens, so the images they get from the forest security cameras are forever lost.
The door of the security room is giving away under the battle ram that Camp and Sanchez’s men are using to get to me.
This is how it ends.
I can’t stop trembling, even if I scream at myself not to.
But the gun that I took from the tied guard behind me is overriding my will and kindling the fire of my instincts.
The metal barrel feels cold against my temple where I hold it. A coldness I embrace. A coldness that is much kinder than the torture Camp and Sanchez have planned for me if they get their hands on me alive.
They will break me and ask me where the Winchesters ran to. I won’t give them the chance to hurt me to get to my wolf.
My trembling stops, even when the door starts to groan under the power of the trained men behind it.
I am not afraid, because my wolf is free, and that is all that matters. I won.
Wood splinters and pieces of metal explode under the ram and the door flies open to slam into the wall.
My grip tightens on the gun, my finger starts to squeeze the trigger.
One squeeze, and it will all be over.
Will Hell be as hot as they described it to be ?
“STOP” Sanchez screams at me when he sees the gun in my hand, when he sees the last possibility of catching the Winchesters slipping through his fingers.
I smile at him and take my very last breath, I blink my eyes a last time to take in this world I will never see again. I spread my lips for the last time to say my last words. The words I was born to say.
“Dean Winchester is free.”
I close my eyes and squeeze, overriding every instinct in myself to end it.
To end everything I know.
A loud boom that makes my ears ring is followed by a raging hot pain spears through my arm like a bolt of lightning.
I can’t control the movement of my arm. My hand that is holding the gun moves up right when I squeeze the trigger. A sharp pain slices across the top of my skull, followed by a warm trail of blood across the side of my head.
Time seems to slow down as my arm falls limp to my body and I fall to my knees under the pain, a pain that makes my eyes water and grit my teeth.
“Get her! If she bleeds out before she tells me where the Hell they are, I’m going to kill you all!” Sanchez’s voice rings through the room, but his voice sounds so distant, as if the pain is cleaving me apart.
I open my eyes when I feel hands gripping me, grabbing my arms and pressing into that raging pain.
I scream harder than I have ever before and look at the origin.
Blood, so much blood and torn flesh right on my bicep, not a clean shot through then. My muscle is burning around the bullet that seems to have stopped at my shattered humerus.
A rough hand grabs my chin, stomp but sharp nails digging into my cheeks. Their grip hard despite my slippery skin under their touch, slippery with my blood from where the bullet that was supposed to go in my brain cut a groove in my skin.
“You bitch” Sanchez sneers. “You’re going to tell me where they are.”
“N-no” I grit through my teeth. “N-never”
His eyes turn cold, his smile making my body tremble once more.
“I’ll make you beg” he groans lowly, a promise of pain far worse than the gunshot in my arm lays within his eyes.
And yet, I am not afraid. I am ready for death. I am ready for pain.
“I love you” Dean’s words echo through my mind.
To those words I will cling, I will hang onto them when I feel like breaking. I will never break because Dean Winchester loves me.
Dean Winchester is free.
That is all that matters.
