likely_evil: (Bela - kissing)
When they were alive, Sam Winchester and Bela Talbot couldn't stand one another. But in death, their hell-bound souls found refuge and comfort in each other. When Samael was gripped and pulled from Hell, he was left a mess of a man that no one appeared to want, and only was the return of his hell-bound mistress did Samael and Abby both find the strength to be more than Hell had force them to be.

Darkness and Light - A Samael & Abby Fanmix )
likely_evil: (Bela - staring at her)
It started with such a simple thing: putting up the Christmas Tree. Michael was bouncing in his play pen, watching as Sam tried to keep himself from getting tangled with the lights and the tree and muttering things that he really hoped his son didn't hear or worse - repeat. Though he could blame it on Dean.

He had done it before, and probably would do it again. Sorry Dean.

Bela came back somewhere along the way with the ornaments and dinner, and when he turned to look at her, she smiled with her lips around the end of a candy cane. "Do you need a hand there, Sam? I am sure we could find you some instructions on your computer."

"I'm figuring it out," he stated, but his eyes were watching as she played with the end of her candy cane. She noticed it and moved her tongue in a way that made Sam gulp. He turned back to the tree quickly. "I still don't know why we have to have a real one. The fake ones come with the lights already installed."

"The real ones smell better. Don't you want Michael to look back and remember Christmas and how it looked, sounded and smelt?" Bela smirked and kept sucking on her candy cane.

Sam heard the sucking noise and gave her a look. "Do you really have to do that?"

"Do what?" She gave him the most wicked grin as she sucked on the cane as she slowly slid it in and out of her mouth.

He huffed, crossing his arms a moment, then shook his head. "You know what, we'll go back to that later."

"Promise?" Bela asked.

Sam walked over, taking her hand and holding the candy cane out so he could get a bit of access to it. Looking her in the eye, he aimed his tongue on the end of the curve, flicking his tongue on it a moment before letting it slide into the inside of the curve and lick the length. Then with his own grin, he moved past her to pick Michael up from his playpen.

"I'll feed Michael while you decorate the tree, love," he said as he disappeared into the kitchen, knowing that later tonight they would get back to that discussion for sure.
likely_evil: (Bela - kissing)
ooc: this is also a request for [livejournal.com profile] enjoythe_ride who wanted a Sam/Bela kiss on the nose. Bela and their children are used with permission and love

"And then Cindy-ella got a purdy dress!"

"Yes."

"And gwass swippers!"

"It's glass SLIPPERS, dufus."

"Daddy! Mickey cawwed me a dufus!"

Sam looked down at the two children curled up next to him. He was sitting in Sophia's bed - just barely able to fit - with his daughter in his lap trying to see the pictures in the big fairytale book he was reading from. Michael was sitting next to him, wedges between the wall and his father's hip, his head managing to sneak over enough to see the pictures as well, even if it was a girly story and he didn't really care.

"Hey guys, do you want to hear the story or not? Mommy's going to be home soon and you both need to be asleep by then."

"Sorry, daddy," they both said, and curled up closer to Sam so he could keep reading.

"and so then the fairy grandmother turned the pumpkin into a coach and told Cinderella that she had to be back by midnight, or everything would turn back to normal..."

***

Bela came back home to a quiet home, smiling as she put the keys on the table and her jacket in the closet. "Sam? Are you awake?" she called softly into the house, not wanting to wake the children. However, when her husband didn't reply, she made her way towards the bedrooms to see where everyone was.

As she opened Sophia's room, her hand came to her mouth to hold back to sound of her intake of breath. Sam was slumped in the bed, half sitting and half starting to slide out as long leg was already on the floor. Sophia was curled tightly against his chest and one of Sam's arms held her close. The other arm was wrapped around Michael and he tried not to fall between the bed and the wall from his spot against Sam's side.

Walking into the room quietly, she picked up the book from the floor and put it on the bookshelf. She then walked over and ran a hand through Sam's hair. "Sam, wake up," she said softly.

He whimpered, his hands instinctively clutching his kids tighter to him as he opened his eyes. He saw Bela and gave her a sleepy smile. "Hey, didn't hear you come in."

"Well, you look completely adorable right now, so I will forgive your lack of hunter instincts this time." She leaned down and kissed his nose. "Though I have to admit, I'm a bit jealous."

He got a goofy half-asleep smile at the kiss, then looked at her in confusion. "Why?"

"Here I am, out working hard to pay for everything, and I come home to find you in bed with not only a beautiful girl draped across your chest, but a handsome young man clinging to you. Maybe I should go back out and find myself someone to snuggle with tonight."

Sam sighed and gave her a pitiful look. "Would you feel better if I told you my neck is killing me from having fallen asleep like this?"

Bela considered a moment, then smiled. "I can make do with that." She moved to pick Sophie up off Sam's chest, and the little girl didn't even wake up as she curled into her mother's arms. "Put Michael to bed, and then I'll help massage that neck of yours before I get some snuggle time with you."

Getting out of the bed, Sam picked his son up, holding him close. He watched Bela a moment as she knelt down to tuck Sophia back in before heading out of the room and across the hall to Michael's. Laying his son down, he smoothed the tousled hair and kissed the boy's forehead before heading back into the hallway. Bela met him there, and Sam wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning down to kiss her gently.

"So now do I need to read you a story before bed as well?" he asked her, taking her hand and they walked towards their bedroom.

"I'm sure I can think of easier ways for you to help me get to sleep," Bela teased, turning to walk backwards into the bedroom. "After all, I already know how this fairy tale ends."

"How's that?"

Bela just smiled. "Happily Ever After."
likely_evil: (Happy - Smile open shirt)
ooc: in response to this. Michael and Bela ([livejournal.com profile] enjoythe_ride) are used with love and permission.

Sam couldn't believe it. He had seen it with his own eyes, but still it was too amazing to have happened.

His baby boy walked. Ran. Right to him.

The pride going through him just wasn't something he could even measure. Mikey was growing up so fast and Bela was the one who witnessed all of the firsts. Dean had told him that it was normal when Sam pouted after missing each one, but this memory was going to be his.

Dinner was forgotten as he spent the next hour putting Mikey on the ground, letting him explore the world now on two legs. He winced the few times his son took a bad fall, but watched him just pick himself up and keep trying.

He had learned months ago now that his son was smart and could figure a lot of things out for himself. But it was moments like this where Sam was reminded about that. However, when Michael was about to take a header into the television stand, Sam was up and grabbed him before anything was broken or bruised.

The sound of keys in the door got Sam's attention and he went into the hallway. Bela was just stepping in, tossing her keys on the table when Sam appeared a few feet away from her, Michael in his arms. "Hey."

"Hey." Bela looked towards the kitchen. "Something happen? I don't see dinner ready."

"You could say that." Leaning down, Sam put their son on the ground on his two feet. "Go to Mommy."

Michael smiled his chubby baby grin and started to walk to Bela with his arms out. Bela gasped, watching as their son made it about eight steps, then fell forward onto his hands and knees. He stayed there for a second, then kept crawling to get to her, laughing.

Sam leaned against the wall, arms crossed as he watched Bela pick Michael up and hug him, then kiss his baby belly. "He did it.. he really did it..." Bela walked over, and Sam pulled them both close, kissing Bela quickly.

"Yes, he did." Sam grinned.

"But that doesn't give you an excuse not to have made dinner."

Sam rolled his eyes, then looked at Michael and shook his head. "We can never win. Remember that."

Michael's only answer was a giggle and clapping his hands together happily.
likely_evil: (Bela - kissing)
ooc: Birthday Fic for [livejournal.com profile] enjoythe_ride


"Shhhhh, don't wake her up..."

"Be careful Mikey..."

"Can I kiss her 'wake like a pwince?"

"No, stupid. That's Dad's job."

So much for the silent approach. Sam watched as Bela's eyes opened from the spot in the bed he had left her earlier that morning. Caught in the doorway, Michael held a tray of food while Sam held onto the youngest Talbot child that waved a crayon picture in the air. "Mommy's 'wake!" Sophia shouted, and realizing it was useless, Sam put her down.

The three year old was in the bed instantly, arms around Bela's neck as she kissed her cheek. "Happy Birthday Mommy! Look, I made you a pwincess and daddy is a pwince and I'm a fairwy and Michael's a big ugly fwog!"

"Hey, I'm not a frog!"

Sam moved quickly, grabbing the tray from his son as Michael jumped onto the bed and chased after his sister. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over to give her a quick kiss, and then put the tray on her lap. "Happy Birthday," he said.

"Thank you. For everything." She looked at the kids wrestling on the edge of the bed, then at the tray. Sam had taken care to make everything that she liked, the kids eating while he had cooked. Michael had helped him with the tray, and ran outside to pick a few flowers for the vase on the edge by her cup of coffee.

"Well, there's one last thing." He shifted a bit, pulling out a small package from his pocket and then held it out to her. "For you."

"You shouldn't have," she grinned though as she took the box, pulling the ribbon off and opening the box. Inside was a diamond ring - a small stone set in an antique band. There were two smaller colored gemstones on either end. She looked up at him in shock. "Sam?"

"Well, I was thinking the other day about how in all of this, the one thing I never got to give you was an actually engagement ring. Since well... you know." He smiled a bit. "I figured it was about time, and they had a setting which let me put in side stones." He pointed at them. "That one is Michael's birthstone, and this here is Sophia's."

Bela bit on her bottom lip, doing her best not to tear up as Sam took the ring out and slid it onto her finger. It matched the band set that they had picked out a few years ago when the Vegas rings started to tarnish. Sam then kissed her hand before letting it go.

"Thank you," she said softly, looking at the ring on her hand, then reaching over for Sam to give her another kiss. They did so until the Sophia's giggling separated them. Michael had his hands over his eyes and Sophia was smiling.

"Gross."

"It's pwetty!"

Sam looked over at the kids and shook his head. "Ok you two, Uncle Dean is going to be here in twenty minutes. You both need to go get dressed."

With excited shouts, the two kids crawled over to hug Bela and kiss her cheek before running for their rooms. Sam got up, fixing the tray so it was sitting better on Bela's lap. "Dean's going to take the kids to the zoo for a few hours. He says that the best gift he can give you is just to stay out of your hair for the day, and he's willing to give you a few hours of peace in the process."

"That's really generous of him," Bela laughed, sipping her coffee. "What about you, Prince Charming?"

"Well, I need to clean up the mess in the kitchen, then after that, I'm all yours."

Bela smiled around the rim of her cup as she watched Sam leave to start cleaning up, thinking just of all the things she and Sam could do to celebrate her birthday while the kids were away. This was looking to be a wonderful day after all.
likely_evil: (Fun - Researching)
It had started at the playground. Sam was getting into the habit now that springtime had come of taking baby Michael to the park. He would lather the baby up in sunscreen - no skin cancer on his son - and then sit on a blanket in the grass.

Michael was starting to learn to sit up, so Sam would stretch out on his side, reading a book while he son was propped up against his legs and playing with a swinging toy that Sam had straddling them both.

A few feet away, two mothers were playing with their infants, teaching them a word and then showing them the sign for it. After a moment, Sam put down his book and watched them.

"What are you guys doing?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Sign language." One of the mothers looked at him. "Since Cynthia can't speak yet, it's a good way for her to communicate her needs to me."

"You mean crying isn't enough?" Sam joked... he learned that wasn't something to joke about real quickly.

. . . )
likely_evil: (Bela - kissing)
It was the middle of the night when Michael started to cry. Sam groaned, hiding deeper in his pillows. Bela nudged at his shoulder. "It's your turn."

"I went last time," came the muffled response.

"No, you slept through last time," Bela pointed out, sitting up. "Come on, Sam..."

Sam pushed himself up on his elbow, half turning to face her. "How can I sleep through this?"

"Your brother sleeps through it all the time when he's here. It's genetic." She just gave him that look she did when she knew she was right and didn't see the point in him arguing. "Will you go already?!"

Sam growled and got out of bed, tossing the blankets back onto her as he stumbled out of the room in only his sweatpants and went into Michael's bedroom.

. . . )
likely_evil: (Bela - kissing)
ooc: for [livejournal.com profile] 15_song_lyrics: Morning After

Sam was in the doorway when she answered the door. He was panting hard from having run up the stairs - afraid that the hell hounds had come early. They had fought down to the last minute and Sam had feared the worst.

But now he stood there, bloody and bruised, panting for breath as he looked at the redhead on the other side of the door. The fear in her eyes that shifted to confusion, then understanding.

The sun was starting to rise, and it was Sam that came to her door, and not the hell hounds.

"Sam?" she asked softly, looking past him just in case there were hounds behind him, but there weren't. "What happened?"

Her hand went to cup his cheek, and he closed his eyes, leaning into it a moment. Then he took a quick step in and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close as he kissed her hard. Sam could feel her start a moment, then she relaxed and kissed him back as her hands went up around his neck.

Moving her further into the living room, he kicked the door shut. He leaned her against the wall, just kissing her until he was out of breath and leaned his head back. Bela took a deep breath, then looked up at him. "Sam?"

"We did it," he said softly, looking down at her with a small smile. "We did it, and you're safe now, and I'm home. To stay."
likely_evil: (Samael - staring)
What is something forbidden that you want to indulge in?

There are nights were Samael still wakes up and can taste her against his lips; closes his eyes and remembers the press of her body against his, Lilith's cries of ecstasy in his ears that keeps him coming back for more.

To please her. To pleasure her. To be her king to her Queen in Hell.

He had been powerful there. No demon dared to disobey him. He could still feel the hellfire in his veins as he remembered being able to rip demons apart with his bare hands, and then rewarded as her fingers laced through his hair and she pulled him down for a kiss.

. . . )
likely_evil: (Sexy - Mysterious)
ooc: next in the series after this.

“The policy of being too cautious is the greatest risk of all.”
-Jawaharlal Nehru


It was in battle that Sam saw Dean again - the first time in almost a year. Sam had been fighting against Lilith's forces, trying to block a seal from being broken. It wasn't a short fight - knife to the gut, demons gone and rushing off before someone notices the bodies - but instead one that lasted days on days, wearing down Sam's forces while Lilith's just kept growing.

That was when the Calvary showed up. The hunters and the angels, over a dozen of them rushing in with weapons high. Sam's army instantly pulled back, not wanting to be caught up in the confusion, gathering around their general and keeping the parameter secure.

Sam was leaning on the shoulder of a warrior, exhausted from little sleep and a lot of fighting. With the break, he was able to just breathe and watch a moment, searching through the cemetery plot for the shape of his brother.

. . . )
likely_evil: (Happy - for a moment)
ooc: takes place in the verse [livejournal.com profile] justtostayalive

Sam sat in the living room, playing with a pencil as he worked his way through yet another demon book. He had a good idea of what he was going to do that night while with the crossroad demon, but before he took off to do that, he wanted to make sure he had every bit of lore on the demon deals in his head.

He was being an attorney in this, defending a case... because that was the mindset he had to stay in to be able to accomplish this.

He hadn't realized it was morning until he heard Bela wake up and move into the kitchen. He stopped moving, being quiet as he just watched her move in the silky robe as she went to make coffee.

. . . )
likely_evil: (Bela - kissing)
ooc: takes place in [livejournal.com profile] justtostayalive verse

Sam rubbed his eyes as he closed another large, dusty book on Bobby's desk. Still nothing on how to stop a crossroad demon deal. Still no way to help Bela. No way to save her. Nothing.

It was driving him crazy. He was a lawyer, and he knew that all deals had clauses in them that were able to be used to make a deal invalid. It was the nature of the beast. But these deals were like nothing he had studied in school.

There was no clauses. No fine print to play with the language. Nothing but cold hard facts.

Bela had sold her soul, and unless they could trick the crossroads demon again like Dean had before, there was no way he could keep his promise and save her.

Sam hated not being able to keep his promises, especially when they involved helping someone.

... )

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