SpN: Non Timebo Mala, 4/?
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roxyTitle: Non Timebo Mala
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Dean/OMCs, Sam/OMCs, Dean/Sam
Rating: this post G, various by chapter
Word Count: 1765
Spoilers: might be considered spoilery for All Hell Breaks Loose
Summary: Sam Winchester is looking for the ultimate weapon, one that will destroy the demon who destroyed his family. Dean Kane was raised to be a maker of weapons. He was just the man Sam needed.
Notes/Warnings: This is my AU version of the Colt's making. Increeeedibly AU. It's completely a child of my wild imaginings. Warnings for sex ( brief het and M/M, incest.) Sections will have individual warnings.
Tobe huffed and crossed his arms—huffed again to cover the sharp tug at his heart. "You're one powerful annoying little so-'n-so. You keep out of that molasses, hear? Keep out of the cellar all together, you gonna break your neck going down those stairs. You'd do it just to make me mad, I swan."
*We done now, not mad any more* "...Dah Tobe…?" Dean's voice, rough with lack of use cracked in the air. Dean gave out words like precious nuggets, like it hurt to talk, and sometimes went so long, Tobe almost forgot he could….
"Boy, take them mocs off and don’t call me Daddy. All we need is to have someone hear that…" It made him sad to scold the boy for calling him so. He was an all around pain in his hind-quarters but in the weeks he'd had him, Tobe had come to think of the little boy as his—
Tobe watched Dean fling feed for the chickens with great enthusiasm, if not accuracy. He laughed aloud, but made no other sound….
The winter had passed, and now they were deep in spring, and still Dean hadn't been moved to talk. Tobe sighed. He knew he made it too easy for him not to. His heart led him to protect Dean from any hurt, gave him too much protection, maybe. Just couldn't forget the tragedy that brought him into Tobe's life. Of course, Tobe realized he wasn't really helping Dean, not at all. That continuing silence convinced him that the best thing for the little white boy was to give him to others like him. White people could make the boy to talk again. Familiar faces, familiar things…he knew giving him up had to be the right thing to do.
Soon as the road out was passable, Tobe loaded the boy into the wagon, and they rode into town—he was determined to see if there was any way to find a family, relations for the boy. He figured he'd settle up what he'd come to owe the store over the winter, arrange for a shipment of coal to be delivered to the forge, and maybe buy a pair of boots for the boy—for sure a few pieces of clothing. He wore through the clothes he came in, and wore through a shirt or two of Tobe's--went through the moccasins Tobe made for him like they were made out of paper. He was pretty much running about the place like a wild animal. Troublesome, that's what he was. He'd be glad to be shut of the boy.
The store owner and his wife were waiting on customers as they walked in, and Tobe quietly moved to stand in the back of the place. He planted himself against the rear wall of the store, almost out of sight, and prepared himself to wait. He crossed his arms and shut off his brain—he'd have to wait until every last customer had been waited on before they turned to him, town's blacksmith or not.
Dean was fascinated at first, wandering the store, staring at the ceiling to floor shelves full of brightly colored bottles and cans, boxes and crocks, filled and empty. There were bags of salt, and sugar, and flour. Jars of penny candy and peppermint sticks marching across the counters in straight lines caught his eye, and the everyday, necessary tools hanging over their heads and on the walls made him tilt his head back until he got dizzy....
The store owner spared them an uninterested look from his perch on a tall ladder behind the counter, but he did nod his head in greeting to Tobias. Behind the counter with him stood a tall thin woman, busy with a bolt of cloth she passed to a customer, declaring the pattern to be the latest thing, and very popular with the ladies in the East.
Dean looked and looked until information overload lead him to being cranky--he fidgeted and fretted, impatient to be out of the store. He yanked on Tobe's pant leg. Why are we waiting? There's no line. Come on.
"Shush, boy," he said, as if Dean had spoken out loud. The store owner's wife looked up at that, and frowned at the pair.
"Toby, what *is* that boy doing with you? Where's his parents?" She looked as suspicious as if she believed Tobe had stolen Dean—and the tone of her voice put Dean instantly on edge, glowering at the woman and backing up against Tobe's legs.
Tobe said, "He's an orphan. Come to look for relatives of his. Give him back."
Dean inhaled sharply--looked up at Tobe, his face a mask of betrayal. "Nu-unh." His voice croaked out, raw and unsettled and Tobe winced. He'd wanted to tell the boy when it was a done deal.
"Well, Toby, you go on and leave him with us. Not right, him living with you—" She wanted to go on, her pinched face tight but the store owner interrupted her.
"Mrs. Baker, leave it-- it's not our business. Leave him be." The man looked at Tobe in silent apology.
"Mr. Baker, it's not right. Just not right. We can't leave that boy with a nigger. He needs a proper family. We can find his relatives, and while he waits we'll take him in. It's our Christian duty." She came around the counter, a dusty, dry bag of bones without the juice to run a heart, Tobe thought, and clenched his hands. There was nothing he could do—God knew he wanted to smack the living hell out of her, and he prayed to God it didn't show on his face—Dean was taking care of that for both of them, his pink lips were almost white, pressed flat in fury.
The woman reached out and grabbed Dean's hand. "Come on now, little boy—"
Later Tobe would think of it as That Time All Hell Broke Loose. Dean pushed Mrs. Baker hard enough to stagger her into a shelf, showering the floor behind her with loose goods—yanked his hand back out of her grip and when she tried to go after him again, before Tobe could hold him, Dean leaped up into the air and *spit*.
Accurately. Plentifully.
The glob landed on her shirt, and she looked down in horror. Screamed, "Mr. Baker!" at the top of her lungs.
Tobias froze, his mouth open, his brain shut down. Dean looked at him, and shrugged. The corner of his mouth twisted up into a rueful half-smile. Too bad. Was aiming for her face. "Dean!"
"You—you—*you brat*—" She smacked Dean, right in the face and he fell back into Tobe, the entire side of his face bright red. She raised her hand again, and Tobe grabbed it.
He was done. No way was he standing by and letting this woman beat on an innocent baby. More or less innocent…least ways, not his baby. "Nope. Don't do it."
Dean refused to waste words on her, but he peeled back his lip and growled, loud and ragged. His eyes flashed, he made to go after her and Tobe yanked a handful of collar and pulled him back, holding him like a hunter held back a dog set for bear.
"Mr. Baker! Do you see this? The little monster—he tried to *bite* me!" At that point, Mrs. Baker seemed in danger of completely giving over to a serious case of hysterics, and Mr. Baker had had enough.
"Nope, don’t see a dang thing. Get over here woman, before you make a worse scene. I say let Tobias handle him, he's not got anyone else and it's plain to see the boy is mentally deficient in some way."
Dean snapped his teeth again and growled in a way that was enough to convince Mrs. Baker that Dean was indeed crazy, and that erased any vestige of her interest in him. From that moment on, Dean ceased to exist for her, and Tobe was relieved as anything that the horrible events transpiring might just be swept under the rug. He could count on the woman spreading it about that Dean was damaged—and that suited him just fine.
Tobe quickly placed his orders, and Mr. Baker dropped his eyes when Tobe laid a pair of tiny new boots and a few items of clothing on the counter. Baker slipped Dean a peppermint stick, and apologized very quietly under his breath to Tobe.
What Mr. Baker understood and his wife didn’t was that no one with any sense at all angered the Blacksmith. Tobias Kane might not be a white man, but blacksmiths…they knew things, maybe not dark things but it never hurt to be wary…and add a little extra to the bag of cornmeal.
Tobe nodded, carefully accepting the man's apology and decided right there, Dean was not going into town again. He'd school him himself, and teach him the trade and teach him the things he needed to know to keep himself safe.
They left the store, and Dean 'helped' Tobe load up the wagon. Gabe tossed his head, and watched them work with interest. Tobe gave Gabe an eye-over, like always before working him, felt a tug at his hip. His hand out, waving it under Tobe's nose, Dean demanded a piece of carrot for Gabe. Tobe watched him feed the horse, patting Gabe's velvety nose. Stood there, quite and sweet, crooning to the old horse and there was no sign of the furious boy who'd gone to battle for the right to stay with Tobe.
They were out of the town and almost home, Tobe deep in thought, when he felt Dean's eyes on him. He was looking up at him, smug little expression on his smug little face. We done with this foolishness? the twist of his lips said. I'm staying with you, and that's that. the words plain in his smooth brow, his sparkling eyes.
"You ever start speaking," Tobe muttered, "and I'll never have a moment's peace again, will I?" he huffed. "Long as you don’t forget who the boss is we'll be all right, y'hear me?"
Dean smiled, sitting straight as a ruler on the seat next to Tobe, peppermint stick clutched in his hands and kicking his feet back and forth, admiring his brand new boots.
Samuel
"John…I know a man or two who might be able to help. I've told you all I know and that ain't much, but at least you've got a start. Remember, iron hurts most bad things, salt too. I put some helpful herbs in that sack you got, and soon as you can, you meet up with those men I told you about."
She held Sam, and reluctantly gave him up. "John, you can't forget that Sammy is a baby, and needs a baby's care. He'll do everything you want, but don't forget, he's going to be his own man. And what kind of man that is depends on you. And if you need help, ever, I'm here, y'hear me?"
So much concern, and maybe, a little fear, creased her face that John felt a cold shiver down his back. Almost she seemed to fear he'd make his little baby wrong in some way. But nothing in this world could make him hurt Sam, the last of his family. All he wanted was to keep him safe and when the time was right, to teach him how to take care of himself.
part 5
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Dean/OMCs, Sam/OMCs, Dean/Sam
Rating: this post G, various by chapter
Word Count: 1765
Spoilers: might be considered spoilery for All Hell Breaks Loose
Summary: Sam Winchester is looking for the ultimate weapon, one that will destroy the demon who destroyed his family. Dean Kane was raised to be a maker of weapons. He was just the man Sam needed.
Notes/Warnings: This is my AU version of the Colt's making. Increeeedibly AU. It's completely a child of my wild imaginings. Warnings for sex ( brief het and M/M, incest.) Sections will have individual warnings.
Tobe huffed and crossed his arms—huffed again to cover the sharp tug at his heart. "You're one powerful annoying little so-'n-so. You keep out of that molasses, hear? Keep out of the cellar all together, you gonna break your neck going down those stairs. You'd do it just to make me mad, I swan."
*We done now, not mad any more* "...Dah Tobe…?" Dean's voice, rough with lack of use cracked in the air. Dean gave out words like precious nuggets, like it hurt to talk, and sometimes went so long, Tobe almost forgot he could….
"Boy, take them mocs off and don’t call me Daddy. All we need is to have someone hear that…" It made him sad to scold the boy for calling him so. He was an all around pain in his hind-quarters but in the weeks he'd had him, Tobe had come to think of the little boy as his—
Tobe watched Dean fling feed for the chickens with great enthusiasm, if not accuracy. He laughed aloud, but made no other sound….
The winter had passed, and now they were deep in spring, and still Dean hadn't been moved to talk. Tobe sighed. He knew he made it too easy for him not to. His heart led him to protect Dean from any hurt, gave him too much protection, maybe. Just couldn't forget the tragedy that brought him into Tobe's life. Of course, Tobe realized he wasn't really helping Dean, not at all. That continuing silence convinced him that the best thing for the little white boy was to give him to others like him. White people could make the boy to talk again. Familiar faces, familiar things…he knew giving him up had to be the right thing to do.
Soon as the road out was passable, Tobe loaded the boy into the wagon, and they rode into town—he was determined to see if there was any way to find a family, relations for the boy. He figured he'd settle up what he'd come to owe the store over the winter, arrange for a shipment of coal to be delivered to the forge, and maybe buy a pair of boots for the boy—for sure a few pieces of clothing. He wore through the clothes he came in, and wore through a shirt or two of Tobe's--went through the moccasins Tobe made for him like they were made out of paper. He was pretty much running about the place like a wild animal. Troublesome, that's what he was. He'd be glad to be shut of the boy.
The store owner and his wife were waiting on customers as they walked in, and Tobe quietly moved to stand in the back of the place. He planted himself against the rear wall of the store, almost out of sight, and prepared himself to wait. He crossed his arms and shut off his brain—he'd have to wait until every last customer had been waited on before they turned to him, town's blacksmith or not.
Dean was fascinated at first, wandering the store, staring at the ceiling to floor shelves full of brightly colored bottles and cans, boxes and crocks, filled and empty. There were bags of salt, and sugar, and flour. Jars of penny candy and peppermint sticks marching across the counters in straight lines caught his eye, and the everyday, necessary tools hanging over their heads and on the walls made him tilt his head back until he got dizzy....
The store owner spared them an uninterested look from his perch on a tall ladder behind the counter, but he did nod his head in greeting to Tobias. Behind the counter with him stood a tall thin woman, busy with a bolt of cloth she passed to a customer, declaring the pattern to be the latest thing, and very popular with the ladies in the East.
Dean looked and looked until information overload lead him to being cranky--he fidgeted and fretted, impatient to be out of the store. He yanked on Tobe's pant leg. Why are we waiting? There's no line. Come on.
"Shush, boy," he said, as if Dean had spoken out loud. The store owner's wife looked up at that, and frowned at the pair.
"Toby, what *is* that boy doing with you? Where's his parents?" She looked as suspicious as if she believed Tobe had stolen Dean—and the tone of her voice put Dean instantly on edge, glowering at the woman and backing up against Tobe's legs.
Tobe said, "He's an orphan. Come to look for relatives of his. Give him back."
Dean inhaled sharply--looked up at Tobe, his face a mask of betrayal. "Nu-unh." His voice croaked out, raw and unsettled and Tobe winced. He'd wanted to tell the boy when it was a done deal.
"Well, Toby, you go on and leave him with us. Not right, him living with you—" She wanted to go on, her pinched face tight but the store owner interrupted her.
"Mrs. Baker, leave it-- it's not our business. Leave him be." The man looked at Tobe in silent apology.
"Mr. Baker, it's not right. Just not right. We can't leave that boy with a nigger. He needs a proper family. We can find his relatives, and while he waits we'll take him in. It's our Christian duty." She came around the counter, a dusty, dry bag of bones without the juice to run a heart, Tobe thought, and clenched his hands. There was nothing he could do—God knew he wanted to smack the living hell out of her, and he prayed to God it didn't show on his face—Dean was taking care of that for both of them, his pink lips were almost white, pressed flat in fury.
The woman reached out and grabbed Dean's hand. "Come on now, little boy—"
Later Tobe would think of it as That Time All Hell Broke Loose. Dean pushed Mrs. Baker hard enough to stagger her into a shelf, showering the floor behind her with loose goods—yanked his hand back out of her grip and when she tried to go after him again, before Tobe could hold him, Dean leaped up into the air and *spit*.
Accurately. Plentifully.
The glob landed on her shirt, and she looked down in horror. Screamed, "Mr. Baker!" at the top of her lungs.
Tobias froze, his mouth open, his brain shut down. Dean looked at him, and shrugged. The corner of his mouth twisted up into a rueful half-smile. Too bad. Was aiming for her face. "Dean!"
"You—you—*you brat*—" She smacked Dean, right in the face and he fell back into Tobe, the entire side of his face bright red. She raised her hand again, and Tobe grabbed it.
He was done. No way was he standing by and letting this woman beat on an innocent baby. More or less innocent…least ways, not his baby. "Nope. Don't do it."
Dean refused to waste words on her, but he peeled back his lip and growled, loud and ragged. His eyes flashed, he made to go after her and Tobe yanked a handful of collar and pulled him back, holding him like a hunter held back a dog set for bear.
"Mr. Baker! Do you see this? The little monster—he tried to *bite* me!" At that point, Mrs. Baker seemed in danger of completely giving over to a serious case of hysterics, and Mr. Baker had had enough.
"Nope, don’t see a dang thing. Get over here woman, before you make a worse scene. I say let Tobias handle him, he's not got anyone else and it's plain to see the boy is mentally deficient in some way."
Dean snapped his teeth again and growled in a way that was enough to convince Mrs. Baker that Dean was indeed crazy, and that erased any vestige of her interest in him. From that moment on, Dean ceased to exist for her, and Tobe was relieved as anything that the horrible events transpiring might just be swept under the rug. He could count on the woman spreading it about that Dean was damaged—and that suited him just fine.
Tobe quickly placed his orders, and Mr. Baker dropped his eyes when Tobe laid a pair of tiny new boots and a few items of clothing on the counter. Baker slipped Dean a peppermint stick, and apologized very quietly under his breath to Tobe.
What Mr. Baker understood and his wife didn’t was that no one with any sense at all angered the Blacksmith. Tobias Kane might not be a white man, but blacksmiths…they knew things, maybe not dark things but it never hurt to be wary…and add a little extra to the bag of cornmeal.
Tobe nodded, carefully accepting the man's apology and decided right there, Dean was not going into town again. He'd school him himself, and teach him the trade and teach him the things he needed to know to keep himself safe.
They left the store, and Dean 'helped' Tobe load up the wagon. Gabe tossed his head, and watched them work with interest. Tobe gave Gabe an eye-over, like always before working him, felt a tug at his hip. His hand out, waving it under Tobe's nose, Dean demanded a piece of carrot for Gabe. Tobe watched him feed the horse, patting Gabe's velvety nose. Stood there, quite and sweet, crooning to the old horse and there was no sign of the furious boy who'd gone to battle for the right to stay with Tobe.
They were out of the town and almost home, Tobe deep in thought, when he felt Dean's eyes on him. He was looking up at him, smug little expression on his smug little face. We done with this foolishness? the twist of his lips said. I'm staying with you, and that's that. the words plain in his smooth brow, his sparkling eyes.
"You ever start speaking," Tobe muttered, "and I'll never have a moment's peace again, will I?" he huffed. "Long as you don’t forget who the boss is we'll be all right, y'hear me?"
Dean smiled, sitting straight as a ruler on the seat next to Tobe, peppermint stick clutched in his hands and kicking his feet back and forth, admiring his brand new boots.
"John…I know a man or two who might be able to help. I've told you all I know and that ain't much, but at least you've got a start. Remember, iron hurts most bad things, salt too. I put some helpful herbs in that sack you got, and soon as you can, you meet up with those men I told you about."
She held Sam, and reluctantly gave him up. "John, you can't forget that Sammy is a baby, and needs a baby's care. He'll do everything you want, but don't forget, he's going to be his own man. And what kind of man that is depends on you. And if you need help, ever, I'm here, y'hear me?"
So much concern, and maybe, a little fear, creased her face that John felt a cold shiver down his back. Almost she seemed to fear he'd make his little baby wrong in some way. But nothing in this world could make him hurt Sam, the last of his family. All he wanted was to keep him safe and when the time was right, to teach him how to take care of himself.
part 5
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11/13/09 12:17 am (UTC)I was kind of hoping Dean would be reunited with his family once he got into town, but I suppose that would make for a very short story, wouldn't it?? *sighs* Oh well. I have faith that the brothers will be reunited one day!! Can't wait for more!
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11/13/09 12:27 am (UTC)"Dad!"
"Dean!"
The end."
*GRIIIIIIN*
Nope, it's neeeeever that easy in roxyland.
I was really terrified of that section with the store owners. I wanted to make a point about the times, without it taking over the story. I'm thrilled that part worked for you!
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11/13/09 12:33 am (UTC)Okay, so maybe that would have been a leeeeetle far-fetched. But it coulda happened!!! LOL!
The store scene was awesome; I loved that Dean SPIT on her! GROSS, but oh-so-effective!
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11/13/09 12:22 am (UTC)"You ever start speaking," Tobe muttered, "and I'll never have a moment's peace again, will I?" he huffed. "Long as you don’t forget who the boss is we'll be all right, y'hear me?"
Dean smiled, sitting straight as a ruler on the seat next to Tobe, peppermint stick clutched in his hands and kicking his feet back and forth, admiring his brand new boots.
This is hilarious. Already Tobe's wrapped around that boy's finger. Ha! And it makes sense for Dean to have such respect and show such consideration for Gabe-the-horse. They're the Old West equivalent of the car, after all. XD
Wonderful chapter! You stirred so many emotions in just this section. Feel like I've been on a roller coaster. *totters away unsteadily*
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11/13/09 12:35 am (UTC)And it makes sense for Dean to have such respect and show such consideration for Gabe-the-horse. They're the Old West equivalent of the car, after all. XD
LOL! I didn't even think of that--it's so true! *snorfle*
I'm so glad this bit worked for you! I wanted it to be serious, and amusing too. And it sets the stage for Dean to being raised somewhat similar to canon.
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11/13/09 01:31 am (UTC)*pets him*
Yay!
*beams at you*
And John - oh John. The road to Hell, my man....
*sniffle*
Good stuff as always, bay-bee. :)
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11/13/09 07:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/13/09 07:17 am (UTC)Someone is a lying liar methinks ... and I like this someone! :)
Gah, I hate Mrs. Baker, but the way she acted is only too accurate for the time they live in. Good thing that Dean showed everyone where he belongs. He's always defending his family, isn't he? *cuddles wee!Dean*
John, listen to Missouri! She's a smart woman and he has good intentions. I'll keep my fingers crossed for John and Sammy.
I liked this chapter a lot.
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11/13/09 07:09 pm (UTC)Your comment is like chocolates and coffee--everything I need to live!
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11/16/09 02:10 am (UTC)Thank you so much!! I've been caught up with writing Sam--he didn't want to wait for his turn, tsk!
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11/18/09 04:48 am (UTC)Um. I may have been hittin' the wine while I caught up on some fic...
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MORE!
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11/18/09 04:57 am (UTC)i make myself cry....
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12/7/09 05:01 am (UTC)John's got a hard road ahead...
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5/27/10 08:10 pm (UTC)I was reading on my phone so didn't comment before this - then I got lost and couldn't find where I was.
I am pleased to say I have FOUND my spot :)
Love this.
♥
yay!!
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