#Lisa: Have you ever tried using Brass Knuckles and a chain with your powers?

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OMG YES THAT'S THE WORD!!!!!

Lisa: He's a walking fire hazard if he keeps hurling on the floor like that..... There are scorch marks too..... And the neighbors might ask questions........ Oh I know!

Thus, A SOLUTION WAS BORN!"

Eli badgers Robbie into watching lockpicking videos and he gets really into it. Robbie capitulates because it could turn out useful at work, and it shuts Eli up. They even buy or make some basic tools and start learning.

Then it turns out that only Robbie has enough patience to actually get a lock open

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Firecracker Soul | Dean Winchester

Chapter 24 - Goodfellas

pairing - mob!Dean x teacher!ofc

word count - 4,129

warnings - language, blood, descriptions of torture, implications of rape, it’s a heavy chapter so just be warned

additional notes at the end

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When Alice woke up, she had no idea where she was. She was hanging from the ceiling by chains, her toes just barely touching the ground. She lifted her head drowsily and blinked, adjusting to the dim light in the room. She looked around, trying to get her bearings.

"You know-" She jumped at the voice behind her, unable to turn and see who it belonged to. "-you can only get about five miles with a tear in your radiator hose."

The person walked in front of her, and she felt her stomach drop. "Lucifer," she muttered.

"Oh, you remember me!" he said, putting his hand on his chest. "I'm flattered."

"Let me go," she said, doing her best not to cry despite how terrified she was.

Lucifer tsked. "I'm afraid I can't do that. See, you have something I need."

"I don't have anything," she said. "You've got this all wrong."

"Actually," he said, "I don't. Because I think you know a lot more than you say you do." She shook her head in denial, and Lucifer grabbed her chin to stop her. She winced at the contact. "I want the location of the Wincehster bunker."

"Why?" she asked, her voice cracking.

"Because, sweetheart," he said, "I'm going to blow those fuckers off the map before they can cap me, capiche?"

She shook her head in disbelief. "I don't understand. Why me? I, I can't help you."

"Well," he said, "I figured my chances of you breaking are much higher than any of his people. You know, they signed up for this. For violence. For torture. You? You just signed up for a good fucking, right? You never expected this." He walked over to a table Alice hadn't noticed until then. It was covered in tools, and she felt tears coming to her eyes. "Plus, I want to see how long it takes you to break. It's kind of like a fun game for me." He traced his hands over the tools. "That's where I made a mistake with Lisa," he said. "I didn't get to see her pain. I didn't get anything out of what happened to her except Dean's utter brokenness. I'm not going to make that same mistake with you."

"Please," she said. "You don't have to do this."

"You're right," he said, folding his arms across his chest. "If you just tell me where the bunker is, you get to leave safe and sound."

She shook her head no. "I can't."

Lucifer sighed. "Suit yourself."

With every punch delivered to Alice's body, her mind repeated the same phrase: Never rat on your friends and always keep your mouth shut. It was a line from Goodfellas that she knew applied to her situation. She couldn't give Dean away. She knew that. She knew Lucifer would think she was weak. Every man she ever met thought she was weak. This time, she would prove otherwise.

Lucifer punched her, and blood gushed from her nose. "I'll ask you again," he said as she struggled to lift her head. "Where's the bunker?"

She took a shaky breath. "I don't know." Lucifer sighed, put his hands on his hips, and hung his head.

"I'll give you this, Alice," he said, turning to the table. "You don't give up easy." When he turned to face her again, he was holding a knife. She couldn't help the fear that bubbled up in her chest, and she knew Lucifer saw it. He grinned and waved the knife. "You could just talk, you know," he said. "This doesn't have to get ugly." She spit some blood out of her mouth and onto the floor and looked up at him again.

"I don't know anything."

Lucifer tutted and walked back over to her, popping her shirt open with the knife. Without any hesitation, he took the knife and dug it into her skin, drawing a sharp line down the middle of her chest. She let out a scream and tossed her head back, feeling tears slide across her cheeks. "Tell me where the bunker is," Lucifer said.

"I don't know," she said. He cut a line diagonal to the first and repeated the question. She gave the same answer. After doing this two more times, Lucifer sighed and put the knife back on the table. She tried to catch her breath, but every time she breathed too deeply, the cuts on her chest felt like they were tearing open. Just when Lucifer turned to her again with a new tool in his hand, her phone rang from where he had set it on the table. Lucifer picked it up and saw it was Dean. She thought he would answer it, but he didn't. He looked at her and started walking back over to her. "You tell him everything's fine," Lucifer said. "You try anything funny, this knife is gonna go a little deeper, you understand?" She swallowed thickly and nodded, so Lucifer pressed answer on her phone.

"Hey, Dean," she said, doing her best to mask the fear in her voice.

"Hey," he said. "What's taking you so long?"

"Sorry," she said, looking up at Lucifer. "Clean up has just been taking way longer than I expected, and I've been talking to my colleagues and stuff."

"Right," Dean said. She could picture him putting his hand on his forehead, knowing he could read her through the phone just as well as he could in person. "You want to talk about our trip to Poughkeepsie? I thought we could leave next week."

"Yeah," she said, closing her eyes and praying the tears wouldn't fall. "Yeah, we can talk about it later. I, I gotta go though." She cleared her throat and looked up at Lucifer again. "Thomas needs my help with the balloons."

"Okay," Dean said. "I'll see you soon."

"Okay," she whispered. Before either of them could say anything else, Lucifer hung up the phone.

"Aw, you're planning a vacation?" Lucifer teased. "Isn't that sweet. You know, you two really do make a great couple." He turned back to the table. "Now. Where were we?"

He grabbed the tool he had put down earlier, and she noticed right away they were pliers. She held back her tears and bit her lip when she felt it shaking. "You could just tell me, you know," he said. "I really can't see how Dean Winchester could be worth all this."

"Go to hell," she breathed out.

He laughed. "I've already been. Didn't quite sit right with me."

She clenched her fists, trying to hide the tips of her nails, but he had no problem prying her fingers out and exposing them to him again. "Which one should I take first?" he asked, tapping the pliers against her fingers. "Eenie, meenie, minie, mo-" He finally settled on her middle finger and pinched the nail between the pliers. She screamed as he slowly pulled the nail from her finger. There was no use in holding back her sobs anymore. Her whole body was shaking, and the minute she looked up at her finger, she felt nauseous. She leaned over and threw up, doing her best not to get any vomit on herself, though it was a lost cause..

Lucifer tutted and pet her hair before gripping it in his fist and yanking her head up so she looked at him again. "Where, is, the bunker?" he asked.

Never rat on your friends and always keep your mouth shut.

She mustered all her strength to spit in his face.

"Go, to, hell," she repeated.

Lucifer got even more creative after that. Between the cuts he drew across her skin, the torch he used to burn her, and the power clamps he used to shock her, she was struggling to stay awake through the pain. Most of the time, she was unconscious until he splashed water on her to wake her up again just for more pain. He had to have asked her ten times where the bunker was, but she wasn't cracking. She wouldn't crack.

She threw up again, blood coming out of her mouth as well after he punched her in the jaw. "Ready to talk yet?" Lucifer asked, putting his brass knuckles down and wiping his bloody hands on a towel. She let out a shaky breath.

"Bite me."

Anger flooded Lucifer's eyes, and he shook his head as he walked over to her. "You know, Alice," he said, "there are some lines that I never want to cross, but some people are harder to break than others, and I gotta do what I gotta do." He grabbed her by her hips and squeezed them tightly, then moved back to put his hand on her stomach. "Maybe I'll bring another child into this world. Since my son's finally taken a liking to me."

"No," she cried, her facade breaking. "Don't."

"Hmm, finally found your weak spot, huh?" he said, moving his hand down her stomach.

"Stop," she said. "I am begging you."

"Easy," Lucifer said. "Just tell me where the bunker is."

She shook her head no. "I can't."

"Can't or won't?"

She bit her lip and shook her head no, silent tears falling from her eyes. Lucifer sighed and started unbuckling her jeans. "Believe me when I say," he said, "that I wish I didn't have to do this."

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Dean was driving faster than he was sure he had ever gone before. He had one hand on the wheel and the other was holding his cell phone to his ear. "I want you contacting everyone we've got," Dean said to Cas who was on the other end of the line. "Hell, you call Sam if you're running short on options! Bobby, Rufus, Jody, Ellen, Crowley, if you have to. I want every person whose number we have contacted and brought along. I don't know if he's alone or if he's got his men surrounding the place, but my only priority is getting her out, and I can't do that if I'm ambushed."

"I understand," Cas said. "I've already informed all of them. As soon as I told Sam what was going on, he wanted in. We'll get her, Dean."

"I'll get her," Dean said. "You all will cover my ass and gank anyone who gets in the way. You understand me?"

"I understand," Cas said.

"Wait outside until I get there, and we'll make a plan."

Dean was at the farmhouse in minutes, and all the others were already there. Dean slammed shut the door of the Impala and jogged over to his people. Sam, Cas, Bobby, Rufus, Jody, Ellen, Charlie, Garth, Eileen, Kevin, Donna, Amara, Benny, and Ketch were there. Dean was genuinely glad they didn't have to rope Crowley into it. He didn't want to worry about keeping him in check when he had much more important things to worry about.

"We scoped the place out," Bobby said. "We're seeing two doors: front and back."

"Her voice was kind of tinny," Dean said. "Gut says she's in the basement. We go in, split up, I go downstairs, we gank any of these idiots we meet along the way. No hesitation. Shoot first, questions later, you understand?" The men and women all nodded, and Dean gave one short nod of confirmation. Sam, Rufus, Ellen, Eileen, Kevin, Benny, and Ketch went through the back door and Dean, Cas, Bobby, Jody, Charlie, Garth, Donna, and Amara went through the front. They crossed into the house, and shots rang out from every direction. Dean clocked three men before making his way through the house to find the basement.

Lucifer froze, mid punch, as soon as he heard shots ring out upstairs. He muttered a quick, "Shit," and grabbed his gun from the table. Alice thought for a second that he was going to shoot her, but instead, he made his way to the basement window. He pushed it open and crawled out of it with ease. She watched him, trying to keep her eyes open. Her head felt heavy and it was pounding like she was at a bad rock concert. All she wanted was to close her eyes again, but when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs, she tried to stay more alert to see what was going on.

When she was able to focus her eyes again, Alice saw Dean running towards her. "Hey, hey," he said, crouching in front of her, putting his hand on her cheek.

"Dean," she breathed out. "Hey."

"I've got Alice," Dean said, putting his finger against his ear as he spoke into the com system. He spoke to Alice and said, "Let's get you out of here." He picked the lock on her chains and caught her as she collapsed. His stomach felt sick as he looked at all the blood she was covered in, not to mention the fact that her jeans were unbuttoned and her underwear was ripped. Dean started to button her jeans back up, but Alice couldn't stand up on her own. Her legs gave out, and he knelt beside her and held her close to him.

"Dean," she sobbed, "I didn't tell him anything. I swear."

"It's alright, sweetheart," he said. "It's alright. You did so good. I'm gonna get you all fixed up now." She shook her head no and put her hand on his cheek.

"I've been bleeding bad for a long time," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She was right. She was bleeding everywhere, and more than he had ever seen after someone was tortured. Her legs, arms, hands, and torso were all covered in blood. She was looking faint, and Dean had to lean close to her to make out what she was saying. "I think I'm-"

"No, no," Dean said. "You're gonna be fine, okay?"

"It's okay, Dean," she said, her eyes fluttering closed. "It's okay."

"Keep your eyes open," he said, tapping her cheeks. It wasn't enough to hurt, but it was enough to get her attention. "I need you to stay awake, okay?"

"I'm tired," she breathed out.

"I know you are," he said. "But I need you to stay awake until we get you to the doctor." He turned his head away from her and focused on talking in the coms. "Cas! Sam! Someone get your ass down here!"

Alice tried again to speak. "Lucifer, he-"

"No, shh, don't talk," he said. "Just focus on staying awake."

"S'important, Dean," she said. "He's trying-" She swallowed and was clearly concentrating hard on what she wanted to say. "He's trying to find the bunker."

"Okay," Dean said, wondering how fucking long it took someone to walk down the fucking stairs.

"No, no, Dean," she said. He looked down at her. "I think he wants to blow it up." His eyebrows furrowed.

"What are you talking about?" he asked. She swallowed again and tried to focus on breathing.

"Says he's gonna blow you off the map," she said, "before you guys get him." She felt tears coming to her eyes again. "I swear, Dean. I didn't say-"

"Sh, sh," he said again. "You did so good, sweetheart. Such a brave girl. My strong, strong girl. You remembered our special code word and everything. I'm so proud of you. You're gonna be okay."

Cas and Sam both made it to the basement, guns raised, only to lower them as soon as they saw Dean and Alice. They ran over to them. "One of you needs to bring the car around," Dean said. "I'm gonna carry her upstairs, so get the door for me."

The men both nodded, and Dean picked Alice up and headed up the stairs. She whimpered a bit at the new position, and he just pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You're okay," he said. "You're okay."

Sam brought the car around, and Dean slid in the back with Alice. He pressed on the accelerator, speeding off in the direction of the hospital. "Stay awake for me, okay sweetheart?" Dean said, kissing her forehead and tucking some hair behind her ear. She nodded but didn't open her eyes.

And she wanted to. She really wanted to.

By the time they got to the hospital, she was out. Dean lifted her up and burst in through the ER doors leaving Sam to park the car. "I need help!" Dean shouted. "Somebody help me!"

Some nurses ran in, and he saw Jody's daughter, Alex, spot him from down the hall. She ran over to them while calling for a gurney to be brought. Dean helped Alice onto the gurney and pushed some of her hair away from her face. "What happened?" Alex asked.

"Uh, uh," Dean tried to focus. "I'm not sure. Some broken fingers. Busted jaw. Some knife wounds. And, and burns. Uh, I'm not completely sure." Dean kept following the gurney as they pushed it away, but Alex stopped him once they got to the doors he wasn't allowed to pass through.

"Dean, I can't let you come any further," she said.

"You need to let me through!" he shouted, pushing past her. A few stronger men came by and held Dean back. "Get your fucking hands off of me!"

"Dean, Dean!"

He turned around and saw Sam running towards him. Sam held him back and pulled him away from the nurses. Dean pushed him off of him but didn't try any harder to get through the doors. He just watched as they fluttered back and forth. His jaw was clenched, and it was doing everything in his power not to punch everything around him. Instead, he sunk to the floor and leaned his back against the wall. He set his elbows on his knees and put his face in his hands. Sam sat beside him.

"She'll be alright," Sam said.

"This never should've happened," Dean said. "I never should've gotten this close to her. This was such a rookie mistake, man."

Sam hesitated. "I don't really think it was." Dean looked at him with raised eyebrows. "I'm just saying. You finally opened your heart up to someone again. I don't think that's a mistake, and I don't think Alice would think so either." Dean wiped his face with his hand and sighed. Sam saw how red his brother's eyes were, and he knew it was taking everything in him not to lose it.

"I can't keep putting the people I love in danger," Dean said. "I can't."

"You don't get to make that choice for her," Sam said. "If she wants you, she knows what that comes with. Especially now."

"And if she wants to leave?" Dean asked. Sam shrugged and licked his lips.

"Then you rest everyday knowing she's safe."

Dean sighed. "I don't know if I can do this anymore, Sammy."

Sam never thought he'd hear Dean say that.

"So," Sam said, "what do you want to do? Let Crowley take on Lucifer alone? Kill Lucifer and then leave Crowley to his own devices?"

"I don't know, man," Dean said. "Maybe I need the simple life. Settle down. Pop out a few kids. Like you and Jess."

"It's not that easy," Sam said. "I left it with you in charge. Who are you gonna leave it to? Cas?" Dean scoffed and ran a hand through his hair.

"There's no good way out of this for me, is there?" he said.

Sam sighed. "No way out alive."

Dean's usual doctor, Dr. Grandin came over to the boys then, and they immediately got up from the floor. "What's the damage?" Dean asked him. "How is she? Is she okay? Is she gonna be okay?"

"She's fine," Dr. Grandin said. "Still unconscious, but she's in stable condition. We wrapped her jaw, her fingers, and her burn marks. The scars from the knife will likely never fully fade. She's going to be in a lot of pain for a while." He hesitated. "Unfortunately, I can't give you all the medical details without her signed consent."

"We have a deal, Grandin," Dean said, his eyes narrowing.

"And I have a medical license I intend on keeping," he replied. "Dean, I can't break patient doctor confidentiality. If you want any additional information, you'll have to ask her."

Dean sighed. "Can I at least see her?" he asked, his voice cracking. Dr. Grandin nodded and opened his mouth to say something else, but Dean pushed past him. Sam could get all the details. "Room 237!" Dr. Grandin called after Dean.

When he got into Alice's room, he had to clench his jaw to stop himself from crying. He rushed over to her and pulled up a chair, dragging it close to the bed. She looked so small and fragile, and it was his fault. She was there because of him. He took her hand gently and brought it up to her lips to kiss it. "Sweetheart, I don't know if you can hear me," he whispered, "but I'm so sorry. I'm not gonna leave until you're awake, okay? And when you're awake, I'm gonna make sure you're always safe."

Sam came into the room then and pulled up a chair beside Dean. "How's she doing?" Sam asked.

"I don't know," Dean said. "She, she's still beeping." He pointed to the monitor with the hand that wasn't still holding hers.

"Richard's holding up his end," Sam said, speaking of Dr. Grandin, "as usual. I wouldn't worry."

"I'm never worried about Richard," Dean mumbled. He was still looking at Alice, as if the harder he stared, the more likely she'd wake up. He had made a deal with Dr. Grandin a long time ago: he patches up any bloody body Dean brings his way, Dean doesn't kill him. This saved them from working with sketchy doctors in dirty basements.

The door to the hospital room burst open then, and Christine walked in dressed in her scrubs. "Shit," she said, running over to Alice's side. Dean and Sam both stood up and gave her space. "Shit, shit." She looked at Dean and Sam, anger filled in her eyes. "What did you do to her?" she screamed, slapping Dean's chest. "This is your fault!"

Dean tried to calm her down. "Christine-"

"She told me who you are," she said, "and I warned her to stay away! I told her what would happen! And she ignored me! Said you loved her and that you'd always protect her! But you didn't!" She continued to pound her fists against Dean's chest, and he just let her. Sam was the one who gently grabbed her arms and pulled her away from his brother. She broke down into tears, and Sam allowed her to cry against his chest.

"Doctor says she'll be okay," Sam said, rubbing Christine's back. "Just some scars." Christine sniffed and nodded, then pulled away from Sam. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and turned to Dean again.

"She has been hurt enough," she said, her tone cold and serious, "but I know her. I know she'll fall right back into your arms. She'll listen to your reassuring words, and she'll believe everything you say." She poked his chest. "But if you ever, ever get her hurt like this again, I will go to the cops so fucking fast. I know all about your bunker. All about your plot against Lucifer. All about everything. And I keep my mouth shut because it's not my business. Because I don't want to get roped into your shit. Because I love Alice, and she asked me to leave it be. But I swear to god, Dean. She's my sister, and I'd do anything to protect her. Even if that means sticking my neck out and winding up on the mafia's radar. Do you understand?"

Sam raised his eyebrows as he looked over Christine's shoulder at Dean. If anyone were to speak to Dean this way, they usually didn't live to see tomorrow. He was dangerous. He could grab his gun and pop Christine right between the eyes without even flinching. But Sam didn't see anger on Dean's face. He saw guilt. The elder Winchester just clenched his jaw, licked his lips, and nodded at Christine. "I'm so sorry," Dean said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never meant for this to happen." Christine's hard expression didn't shift.

"I'll tell her you stopped by," she said to him, "but you need to leave."

"Please," Dean started to say, "I can't lea-"

"I'll say it one more fucking time," Christine said. "Get the hell out of this room."

Dean sighed but obliged with a nod. Sam looked at him, silently questioning the decision, but when Dean walked out without another word, Sam knew to keep his mouth shut.

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