We Invented the Remix...Redux V

Title: Masquerading as a Man of Reason (The City of Dis remix)
Author: meredevachon
Summary: When Sam and Dean looked for help with Sam’s growing abilities, they got more than they planned on. Of course, so did the one they turned to for that help.
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: OFC, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own anybody or anything related to Supernatural. That would be Kripke, et al.’s responsibility.
Original story: Masquerading as a Man of Reason by kellifer_fic
Notes: Many thanks to my betas roguewords and swweeks for their help and input, as well as to musesfool for organizing this challenge.


I could hardly believe my luck when that big, black car rumbled up the drive. I could feel that boy’s power just rolling off of him – the younger one, that is. And I just knew I’d hit the jackpot. I was definitely getting a promotion outta that one.

But when the car stopped, it was the other one who climbed out. I felt something else then. Felt it in my bones, my hackles – hidden by the body I was wearing, of course. Not exactly a shudder. Not really a chill. Nothing I could put my finger on. But there was something told me that boy was gonna be trouble.

If I’d been smart, I’d’ve paid attention. But I got greedy. I couldn’t walk away from all that power and what it could get me.

And now I’m paying for it.

The older guy said his name was Winchester, like it should mean something. And it did sound familiar. I just figured it was because my gracious host had been expecting them.

Note to self: Next time you go Earth-side, pay attention to the memos and bulletins before you leave. Interfering with the big boys’ plans is a first class ticket to shit-eating duty, and ignorance is no excuse. Fucking up your own assignment… well, that just adds to your problems.

What was I saying? Oh yeah, the Winchesters. That’s a name I won’t forget anytime in the next few centuries, let me tell you. And I’m not the only one around here with a major hate-on for that family. We should start a support group or something… if any of us could stand to listen to everybody else’s bitching and moaning, that is. Which we won’t.

Anyway, I wanted what that Sam Winchester had. Who wouldn’t? There was more power just leaking off that boy than I’d gotten from my host and the other “donors” combined. But the older one – fuckin’ Dean Winchester – was a different story. I tried to get rid of him. Nothing worked. My boy slammed him hard, and it just bounced right off. At least it knocked him out for a little while. Long enough for me to start working on Sam, get him on my side.

When the direct approach to killing Dean didn’t work, I got more creative. I tried to convince those boys I couldn’t help Sam “control his power” – hee-hee, like I wanted that boy controlling anything. I was the one going to be in control – unless Dean left. Didn’t work. I guess if I had read all those memos, I’d have known how hard it was to separate those brothers. Sam threatened to leave if I made Dean go, so I had to back off on that.

I still had a few tricks up my sleeve though. I figured if I could get Dean to choose to leave of his own accord, Sam would stay. Free will and what all those pesky humans do with it is a big deal down here, after all. Kind of our raison d’etre, I guess you’d say. So I took special care to make sure Sam knew what a danger he would be to his beloved brother if he didn’t learn to get himself under control. One quick incantation, and that old sofa was more uncomfortable than the rack.

Didn’t work. Nothing did. It’s like you’d need a metaphysical crowbar to separate those two or something. He knew something was up, though. I was starting to wonder if it was really worth it. It wasn’t like I had such a hard gig most of the time.

My partner and I – I’m not about to tell you our names, so don’t even think about that. Let’s call him ‘Junior’ – we were looking for power. Psychic power, in particular, but power is power. And down here, power is where it’s at. We’d track down a few psychics, get ‘em all hooked up, and siphon off their energy as fast as they could produce it. We got to keep some of it for ourselves – them’s the perqs – and the rest of it got passed up the line to our boss, the boss’ boss, and so on, all the way down to The Big Guy. You know. The Prince of Lies. Star of Morning. Guy’s got more names than you can shake a stick at.

The more power we found, the more we got for ourselves. Like I said, I got greedy. Junior was all for turning tail and running. Or at least letting those Winchesters go. Then again, he spent most of his time ragging on Dean, trying to get a rise outta him or something. If you wanna know what I think, I think ol’ Junior got his delicate ego bruised when he couldn’t even kill some measly mortal, and he was trying to get some back. Basically he didn’t know what he wanted, and I told him so. I knew exactly what I wanted, and damned if I wasn’t going after it with all I had.

That Sam, he wasn’t an easy one. No way, no how. Even without his fuckin’ brother hanging around making a nuisance of himself. Not like the others. Show them a simple transfer sigil and you were hooked up in just a few hours. But not Sam Winchester. Now that I’ve had some time to think on it, I bet it had something to do with that freaky power of his brother’s. Never seen anything quite like that one before. Like I was saying, Sam took a little more effort than usual, but I knew he was worth it. I thought he was worth it.

One day while Junior was supposed to be keeping an eye out for big brother, I managed to arrange some alone time with my boy Sammy. Had to seal us in the attic together to do it, but it was enough to get him in my thrall. I had him. That boy was mine… and all his power too. I just knew I had it made.

Even when big brother pain in the ass came busting in, I wasn’t worried. Sam was mine. And what was some guy like Dean Winchester gonna do to me? I was plugged in, tapping that boy for all he was worth. I was juiced up. Unstoppable.

Yeah. About that.

Turns out, I wasn’t quite as unstoppable as I thought. ‘Cause I threw everything I had at that guy, and he didn’t even flinch. Knocked it right back, pretty as you please. And like I said, I was juiced up. Anybody else but Dean Winchester would have died then and there. I know that for a fact. Even on the rebound, it was more than enough to send me straight back here. No Latin. No holy water. No circles or incantations or ‘power of [you-know-who] compels you’s. I’ve never heard of anybody getting exorcized like that before. And I’d appreciate it if the story didn’t get out and around. It wasn’t just me either; that girl I’d been wearing for weeks was deader than dead.

He was right about one thing, though, that Dean Winchester. He said my boss was gonna have my spine for lunch over this one, and he wasn’t that far off the mark. Spine. Intestines. He even ate my spleen. But I can’t say I’m too surprised. Not only did I lose Sam the super-sized psychic, but the others I’d collected before. And there was that little misunderstanding with Ol’ Yellow Eyes… seems he has plans for the Winchesters, and I might have messed that up a little bit.

Looks like I won’t be getting back to Earth any time soon; too much Torture Time on my schedule for the next few centuries. But take my advice, if you run into anybody named Winchester… head the other way. You’ll be better off in the long run.