TS fic: Dzoonokwa Epilogue
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sealieWarnings and story info are presented in Part I
Dzoonokwa Epilogue
By Sealie
The plastic sheeting twisted in the wind. The repetitive flapping was really annoying. Jim pulled the tarp a fraction tighter and used the nail gun to fix it in place. It was Arctic cold in the loft. They had finally got the emergency services to leave. Blair had spun a wild tale about amazing, small scale meteorological phenomenon lifting up entire trees and depositing them miles from where they had been ripped up. Blair didn’t have a clue what Jim’s insurance was going to make of the damage. Would the insurance pay for the mask he had acquired – basically stolen -- from Rainier? At this point he didn’t really care; he just wanted to go to bed.
Jim had waved his badge and scared off the uniforms that had responded to the call. His fellow Major Crimes detectives, Rafe and Henri, had been a little harder to convince to leave, but after a beer they had wandered off.
“That’s better,” Jim said satisfied stepping back from the repairs.
“What about John Winchester?” Blair blurted before he could censor his words.
Jim tossed the nail gun in the remains of the sink. The grinding of his teeth was audible. Blair winced. Jim shot him a frustrated glare. He yanked open the fridge, which had miraculously survived the kitchen carnage, and dug out a couple of bottles of beer.
“Chief, did you want me to stop him taking Dean and Sam? Yeah, I could have arrested him. And I was damn tempted. I still am. You saw what we saw.” Jim held out a beer. “A monster. And, apparently, putting them down is his job.”
“What about Dean? What about Sam? Dragged all over the country. A week here at school. A week there at school. Sam’s so bright and he doesn’t even have a book collection.” Annoyed, Blair twisted violently at his beer cap.
“Look what happens when they’re separated from their Dad,” Jim said. “Monsters crawl out of the woodwork. Would Child Protective Services be able to handle that? They’re not going to let Dean sleep with a silver knife under his pillow.”
Blair made a mental note to make sure one of the knives dotted around the loft migrated to his pillow before he went to bed.
“What if it’s not over?” The scorched mark on the wooden floor mocked his quiet question. Annoyingly, it looked like they were never going to find out why it had targeted Sam and Dean. “The appeasement ceremony would have been a better solution.”
“Look, I know letting the kids leave isn’t ideal,” Jim continued ignoring his soft complaint. “But what we’re we going to do? Adopt them?”
Blair snorted.
“Look at it this way.” Jim held up the post-it with the pastor’s name and number jotted down. He stuck it to Blair’s forehead with a pat. “Do you really think that I’m going to lose track of them?”
The end
Dzoonokwa Epilogue
By Sealie
The plastic sheeting twisted in the wind. The repetitive flapping was really annoying. Jim pulled the tarp a fraction tighter and used the nail gun to fix it in place. It was Arctic cold in the loft. They had finally got the emergency services to leave. Blair had spun a wild tale about amazing, small scale meteorological phenomenon lifting up entire trees and depositing them miles from where they had been ripped up. Blair didn’t have a clue what Jim’s insurance was going to make of the damage. Would the insurance pay for the mask he had acquired – basically stolen -- from Rainier? At this point he didn’t really care; he just wanted to go to bed.
Jim had waved his badge and scared off the uniforms that had responded to the call. His fellow Major Crimes detectives, Rafe and Henri, had been a little harder to convince to leave, but after a beer they had wandered off.
“That’s better,” Jim said satisfied stepping back from the repairs.
“What about John Winchester?” Blair blurted before he could censor his words.
Jim tossed the nail gun in the remains of the sink. The grinding of his teeth was audible. Blair winced. Jim shot him a frustrated glare. He yanked open the fridge, which had miraculously survived the kitchen carnage, and dug out a couple of bottles of beer.
“Chief, did you want me to stop him taking Dean and Sam? Yeah, I could have arrested him. And I was damn tempted. I still am. You saw what we saw.” Jim held out a beer. “A monster. And, apparently, putting them down is his job.”
“What about Dean? What about Sam? Dragged all over the country. A week here at school. A week there at school. Sam’s so bright and he doesn’t even have a book collection.” Annoyed, Blair twisted violently at his beer cap.
“Look what happens when they’re separated from their Dad,” Jim said. “Monsters crawl out of the woodwork. Would Child Protective Services be able to handle that? They’re not going to let Dean sleep with a silver knife under his pillow.”
Blair made a mental note to make sure one of the knives dotted around the loft migrated to his pillow before he went to bed.
“What if it’s not over?” The scorched mark on the wooden floor mocked his quiet question. Annoyingly, it looked like they were never going to find out why it had targeted Sam and Dean. “The appeasement ceremony would have been a better solution.”
“Look, I know letting the kids leave isn’t ideal,” Jim continued ignoring his soft complaint. “But what we’re we going to do? Adopt them?”
Blair snorted.
“Look at it this way.” Jim held up the post-it with the pastor’s name and number jotted down. He stuck it to Blair’s forehead with a pat. “Do you really think that I’m going to lose track of them?”
The end
