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SPN Fanfic: Dead Man's Boots
Title: Dead Man's Boots
Characters: Dean, Sam.
Rating: GEN, R (Disturbing scenes, themes, some language)
Word Count: 1200-ish
Disclaimer: Oh, I definitely don't own the boys or their world. Aren't you glad?
Warnings: Spoilers up to the end of season 2, highly unlikely speculation for post season 2. Disturbing scenes, themes, some language.
Summary: Just because you've shot something absolutely dead, doesn't mean it can't still ruin your life.
A/N: Tiny bits of crack, mostly angst I think. Definitely not humor, though there are slightly silly bits. A short exploration of a thought I had after AHBL2. Timeline is a bit mangled in this, so watch your step, I've tried to leave clues.



Dead Man's Boots
by CaffieneKitty



The exorcism in Grand Falls was where the beans were finally spilled. The demon had shouted overtop of Sam's latin, and that was it. Sam lost his place in the exorcism, had to start from the beginning. Dean just kept punching, only harder.

Afterward, Dean crawled into a bottle for three days, and Sam walked around with a tilt to his head and a confused half-smirk like he was waiting for the punchline to a cosmic joke he was pretty sure wasn't funny.

-

Weeks earlier, Sam applied another towel full of ice to a bruised temple.

"Why're they throwing me around all the time?" He flexed a shoulder. "I mean, you haven't gotten a scratch on you since..."

"Ghost, in the Black Hills. Last week."

"That didn't even count. It just seems we're fighting demons everywhere we go and they're treating me like a punching bag, but not even touching you."

"Same old, same old, Sammy. You get your ass kicked, I save it. Nothing new."

"It hasn't been like that since I was a teenager, Dean, and you know it."

"Yeah, whatever," Dean said, drinking a beer.

But Dean wondered about it too.

-

Months earlier, Dean had gotten out of his deal.

It was so simple, they should have known there was more to it. A red-eyed demon had showed up in a blonde at a gas station of all places a couple weeks after the gates had opened in Wyoming. Not summoned, just there. She'd offered to lift Dean's half of the deal, no strings, Sam and Dean both to live out whatever lifespan they had.

Once Sam had used his nascent legal bullshit skills to make sure the very plain terms of her new deal were iron-clad, Dean had kissed her. If he'd left his eyes open, he'd have seen the fear in hers.

Sam saw. Sam said nothing.

She voluntarily left for Hell, fleeing her borrowed body like it was a burning house.

-

A week after Dean's deal was no longer an issue, Sam still couldn't stand AC/DC. Especially the same AC/DC tape played over and over and over and-

"Okay, enough, Dean! You've been playing that tape constantly for the last four hundred miles. Switch it. Metallica, anything!"

"I would, but I can't find my tapes."

"Still? I didn't-"

"I know you didn't do anything to 'em, Sam. I just can't find 'em. Some asshole with great taste in music must've boosted 'em in the hotel parking lot before we left Idaho."

"Radio then."

"In the Rockies? Dunno what reception's gonna be like."

Dean punched out the tape and spun the dial. Marilyn Manson. Spun it again. Sepultura. Again. Teletubby theme music. "Dude, what the...?" Spun it again. Muskrat Love. He turned the radio off. "Radio stations in this place are frigging insane."

Of course they checked into it. Of course they turned up nothing. Nothing at all. The single AM station in the area played country, 24/7, and suggested there was some kind of atmospheric inversion and between that and the mountain pass they'd probably gotten access to stations from Europe or something.

The Winchesters had looked at each other, checked the car for EMF, sprinkled holy water on the dash with a gratifying lack of smoke and continued on.

Dean's tapes turned up in the trunk the next day under a case of ammo. Half of them had been recorded over with Queen. Oddly, Dean found he didn't mind.

-

Three days after Grand Falls, when he was absolutely certain the cosmic joke wasn't funny at all, Sam collected Dean from the bar. He poured Dean limply into the passenger seat and dragged him from the car to the hotel room.

While Sam was removing Dean's shoes, Dean's eyes opened and he stared blankly at the ceiling, giggling, tears running down the sides of his face.

"Boots. Dead man's boots, Sammy. Who knew? Who the hell knew?"

"Go to sleep Dean," said Sam, rolling Dean on his side and pulling a cover overtop of him.

"Who knew?"

-

The immediate effect noticed over the week following Grand Falls was they didn't need to hunt the demons down anymore. Now that the truth was out, they came sniffing around like stray dogs. Didn't struggle, as long as Dean ordered them not to. Just lay there quietly with black betrayed eyes staring as the Latin words sent them back to hell. After awhile, it felt like kicking puppies. Evil puppies, but still, puppies.

"GO HOME!" Dean was shouting at the ceiling the following morning. "GO HOME! GO BACK TO HELL AND NEVER RETURN!!!"

The ceiling thumped as the occupant of the room upstairs expressed their displeasure at the noise, but nothing else happened. The demons kept coming.

-

Every morning for two weeks after Grand Falls, Dean checked his green eyes for hints of yellow. On the fifteenth day, he punched the bathroom mirror until it shattered.

The cuts on his knuckles were healed a day later. Sam said nothing.

-

"I can take torment, Sam. I can take death and pain. I can take going to hell to save you. I can't take this."

"Put the gun down, Dean. You aren't thinking clear."

"Nonono, Sammy. It's perfectly clear. If I do it myself, no one gets my frigging boots. It stops. Here, with me. Now."

"But if you do, they'll be acting at random again, unpredictable. Lots more people will die. Because of this, you can keep them in control until we can get to them and get rid of them."

Sam didn't point out that the gun he took from his brother's hands probably wouldn't kill Dean anymore anyway.

Y'know. Tact.

-

A couple months after Grand Falls, it was almost just another damned pain in the ass.

Dean had a default order for the ones that showed up that they couldn't deal with immediately, since they wouldn't follow any order that sent them back to Hell. Any that showed up at an inconvenient time were told to 'Go to Poughkeepsie and start a ballet class.' It prevented some of the disastrous and disturbing results of Dean's suggestions of what the first few demons who asked for orders should go do to themselves.

Poughkeepsie made the news that summer as having the most ballet schools per capita at forty-three, and coincidentally, the worst ballet schools anywhere, as almost none of the people running them could actually dance ballet. Kept actual students away from the classes which, all things considered was a very good thing.

The infighting between the ballet schools to be the very best in Poughkeepsie, and thus the most pleasing to their lord and master sent three demons back to Hell without the Winchesters' assistance, and leveled an abandoned warehouse, much to the delight of the Poughkeepsie Committee for Urban Renewal.

But Dean's eyes still flashed yellow, and more demons kept coming to him.

-

"Command me!" the demon in Grand Falls had shouted at Dean between punches and splashes of holy water.

Sam had stopped reading from the book. "What?" Dean had said flatly, fist drawn back.

"You killed him. You inherited his sphere of influence. The last of the children was to have killed him..." it had glared at Sam, "...and taken his power as reward. Why else do you think he would have left the bullet in the gun, if not to ensure his own death?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean had said, low, dangerous, gripping the demon by the collar.

"The last of the children refuses to command. We had a commander, and you killed him, for all and forever. His power is now yours. Dead man's boots." The demon looked up at Dean through fervent shining black eyes. "We are your army now, Dean. Command us."

If Sam hadn't pulled him off, Dean would still be punching.

- - -
(that's all, hope it made sense!)

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girlfan1979 From: girlfan1979 Date: September 12th, 2007 10:38 am (UTC) (Link)
Sam didn't point out that the gun he took from his brother's hands probably wouldn't kill Dean anymore anyway.

Y'know. Tact.


Oh, man. That's where it really hit hard.

The infighting between the ballet schools to be the very best in Poughkeepsie, and thus the most pleasing to their lord and master sent three demons back to Hell without the Winchesters' assistance, and leveled an abandoned warehouse, much to the delight of the Poughkeepsie Committee for Urban Renewal.

Oh my god. I love it!

Why else do you think he would have left the bullet in the gun, if not to ensure his own death?

Nice explanation.

Wow. Very cool story. I really liked this!
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: September 12th, 2007 04:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
*grin* Thank you! Yeah, demon ballet school brawls beat the hell out of "West Side Story" ;-)
percysowner From: percysowner Date: September 12th, 2007 10:50 am (UTC) (Link)
I love the reversal in this. That Dean is now the commander of the demon army instead of Sam. And it actually explains why the YED would be careless enought to leave the bullet in the Colt. Great story.
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: September 12th, 2007 04:55 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks! This has been sitting on my hard drive since the end of May, but it didn't gel until now. I want there to be some reason for YED leaving the bullet in the Colt, just because he made such a big deal about it still being in there to Jake.
gwendolyngrace From: gwendolyngrace Date: September 12th, 2007 02:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
LOVED the "Good Omens" reference! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!

And the idea that they'd order the demons into a holding pattern - great! But WHY Poughkeepsie? I mean, I understand not wanting to send the demon anywhere pleasant, but then they just have to keep going back there....

Very cute, in y'know, a totally twisted and ebbil way.
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: September 12th, 2007 05:07 pm (UTC) (Link)
OMG I LOVE YOUR ICON!!! Hehehe, sorry just had to get that out of the way first.

Poughkeepsie because it was easy to remember, and a pretty uniquely-named town, so it leaves less room for the demons to get creative with their orders. It'd be a major pain for Dean to either mess up and name a different town every so often (Fairfield/Fairfax/Fairmont/Fairview), or send them to "Springfield" and wind up chasing through all, what, twenty cities with that name to get rid of all the horrible ballet schools. Also, Dean thinks it's funny, and since he's just been made into a YED, he needs all the funny he can get.

I do apologize if you live in Poughkeepsie, though. I'm sure the ballet is lovely there. :-D
gwendolyngrace From: gwendolyngrace Date: September 12th, 2007 06:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! InYourPants_ made it for me by request! Is it not hilarious? There are very few people who get it, though. Sigh. Ours is a young fandom.

It is funny, and no, I don't live there. (Though I looked into a SUNY nearby.) I've just thought of something else, though: Why don't the demons possess ballet teachers?

Snicker.
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: September 12th, 2007 07:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
See, that's the thing about the foot soldier demons, they don't think outside of the box. That and art and dance kind of comes from the soul, so to speak, so I figure they'd be... off no matter who they possessed. :-)
curtainpull From: curtainpull Date: September 12th, 2007 07:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh man, awesome! I love the idea, and the slow reveal really works! And KILLER last line.

After awhile, it felt like kicking puppies. Evil puppies, but still, puppies

Hee! After reading this, I'm very excited for the eventual crack!fic *g*
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: September 13th, 2007 12:41 am (UTC) (Link)
Unfortunately, the crackfic contains no puppies. :-/ It's... heh. You'll see. Hopefully before the end of the week.
astrothsknot From: astrothsknot Date: September 12th, 2007 11:03 pm (UTC) (Link)
Best thiing you've done yet, CK
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: September 13th, 2007 12:44 am (UTC) (Link)
It's kind of different from the stuff I usually write. I'm glad it turned out okay. :-)
black_samvara From: black_samvara Date: September 13th, 2007 01:50 pm (UTC) (Link)
*snerk* Queen.

Love it.
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: September 14th, 2007 03:01 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm glad you do!
iamstealthyone From: iamstealthyone Date: September 13th, 2007 06:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
I really like how this unfolds and the way you slowly reveal what’s happened to Dean -- and very creative idea there, to have killing the YED have such dire consequences.

Favorite lines:

She voluntarily left for Hell, fleeing her borrowed body like it was a burning house.

Good analogy.

Every morning for two weeks after Grand Falls, Dean checked his green eyes for hints of yellow. On the fifteenth day, he punched the bathroom mirror until it shattered.

Oh, Dean.

Any that showed up at an inconvenient time were told to 'Go to Poughkeepsie and start a ballet class.' It prevented some of the disastrous and disturbing results of Dean's suggestions of what the first few demons who asked for orders should go do to themselves.

LOL!

"We are your army now, Dean. Command us."

Eek! Creepy and sad.

Poor, poor Dean. *hugs him*
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: September 14th, 2007 03:03 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks! Yeah, I think Dean's going to have an interesting enough year without this happening to him.
sanityinmadness From: sanityinmadness Date: September 15th, 2007 12:05 am (UTC) (Link)

Love it!

What an awesome thought to have developed! Nearly almost begging to be serialized you know.....

Also, laughed my but off at "Any that showed up at an inconvenient time were told to 'Go to Poughkeepsie and start a ballet class.'" I could so see Dean saying that to a poor would be hell raising demon.

Awesome work!
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: September 15th, 2007 06:44 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Love it!

Thanks!

Nearly almost begging to be serialized you know.....

Sigh. Apparently I keep writing stuff that begs to be continued. I wish I had the time for all of it!

It'd have to scrap it out with everything else I've got on the go. And all the stuff I've already implied I'll continue. And the stuff I owe people. And my 50 hour work week and family and stuff. Really, I wish I was independently wealthy, I'd write fic all day. :-D
fates3 From: fates3 Date: September 15th, 2007 07:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
whooo hoo, that was cool!! Nice twist, very clever, everyone is thinking "sam comes out inheriting it all" and it turns out it's Dean!
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: September 15th, 2007 08:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
It just kind of occurred to me that if John hadn't grabbed him, the yellow-eyed demon might have been trying to engineer a little 'oops' moment so Sam could grab the gun at the last moment and shoot him. I always kind of felt the end of Devil's Trap might have been a similar kind of set-up, where YED is trying to make sure Sam gets the gun and shoots him to take his power, etc. but John messed that up for the YED too. :-D
erinrua From: erinrua Date: December 12th, 2007 04:04 am (UTC) (Link)
This is just ... LOL, this is so backwards and so weird and cracked and just plain fun! LOL, thank you for sharing!
Cheers ~

Erin
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: December 12th, 2007 04:46 am (UTC) (Link)
Heh, thanks. Totally Kripke'd now, but it was a theory. :-)
julorean From: julorean Date: March 1st, 2008 05:44 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oooooo. :mems: Awesome idea. Funnily enough, my brain came up with something similar. This is such an awesome idea, and neatly explains the last bullet in the Colt. Fits in nicely with myths and legends, where by killing your enemy you gain his power.

I love it. It's dark in a brilliant way, with bits of humour. Were the Queen tapes a reference to Good Omens? Hee! Damn, I wish this were canon. Would make for some brilliant drama and angst. This was cracky, I suppose, in that it's unusual, but also a perfectly legitimate interpretation of the info we were given. So cool.
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: March 1st, 2008 11:29 pm (UTC) (Link)
Cool! I'm glad it still stands up well despite being Kripke'd. And yes, the Queen was a Good Omens reference, good catch :-)
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caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: June 26th, 2008 06:08 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm so glad you liked it! And thank you to your friend for reccing it! :-D
dinalori From: dinalori Date: January 16th, 2010 11:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you so much for linking to this in your reply to Maychorian! Wow, this was a facinating idea. I almost wish Kripke had gone this route, since S3 was my least favorite.

It prevented some of the disastrous and disturbing results of Dean's suggestions of what the first few demons who asked for orders should go do to themselves. ROTFL and eew! I got some very disturbing mental images from that line.

Ok, please save me from having to google, bing or yahoo anymore. What exactly does Dead Man's Boots refer to? Is that some urban legend that I haven't heard of or is it from something else?
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: January 17th, 2010 01:22 am (UTC) (Link)
Glad you liked it!

What exactly does Dead Man's Boots refer to?

I'm not sure of the origins of the phrase, probably very old military or naval practice, maybe piratical, or maybe just fictional. The only way to get promoted is to challenge an existing officer, and then step into the dead person's position in the chain of command. It might date from a time when boots were a sign of an officer. Not sure exactly on the origins, but I don't think it's an urban legend.
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