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likely_evil) wrote2008-12-22 09:45 am
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50prompts: Cutting at the Heart and Soul
Title: Cutting at the Heart and Soul
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likely_evil
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt Used:50prompts: Table 4.10 - Flesh
Pairing/Characters: Sam Winchester, Alastair, Lilith
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Sorry. Just like playing with the pretties.
Warnings: Following a major character death.
Notes: takes place ingreypicketfence verse after this post.
You can't hold back the screams, Alastair had told him his first day on the rack. You may think you're brave. That you're noble. But everyone screams. Listen to them, Sam. Join in the chorus and maybe I'll be gentle.
Sam had rolled his eyes to the demon with the knife. Lilith stood off to the side, a demented smile on her face. He could see her now, not the children that she inhabited. Instead it was the form she saw herself as, the sulfur acting as flesh in this dimension.
Any other time, any other person, he would have thought her beautiful. Beyond his reach even. But he knew better, and just hissed as the knife cut deeper into him.
He didn't scream until the 23rd cut, as the knife pierced deep into him and the part of his soul where Dean was kept. Ironically, it was where his heart would have been if he had been alive. Lilith positively squealed with delight at the broken scream that escaped past his clenched teeth.
Give me that cutting. Sam watched as Alastair handed her a piece of Sam, which she took and pet like it was a small fuzzy animal. Oh Dean. I think I will keep this piece as a souvenir.
No, please. He had begged as he watched Lilith pull out a silken bag and slip the sulfurous sliver of flesh inside.
Don't beg Samael. She looked at him. You're mine now, and I will take you as I please. And this - you don't need anymore. Dean isn't coming for you, and the sooner you forget him, the better.
Sam just hung his head on the rack, breathing hard and his eyes just begging her to please not take Dean's memory away. There was still parts of Dean in him - there always would be - but that was the pure essence of Dean that had lived in him.
Lilith walked over to him, a hand coming up to his cheek. I'll keep it somewhere nice and safe, Samael. And think of it as a favor. You will never have to feel the pain of it being ripped from you again. She smiled and leaned closer. I wouldn't want my precious toy too broken that I can't play with him, after all.
She gave him a kiss, then looked at Alastair. Have your fun, my dear. I'll be back in 40 years for him.
Watching her walk away, Sam blinked as Alastair stepped into his view. You cost me an apprentice, Sammy. I'm going to take my sweet time with you. I've always wanted to carve up an Antichrist.
Sam looked at him in confusion. Who's Sammy?
Alastair just smiled. You just make this too easy, son...
40 Years Later...
The hooks were gone. Slowly, each was pulled from his body as Samael was laid onto the ground. The beautiful woman with blond hair stood over him, her fingers running along his cheek. "Hello, my precious Samael. Are you happy to see me again?"
A name filtered on the edge of his mind. "Lilith?"
She smiled and pulled Sam to his feet. A silk blanket was wrapped around his shoulder, and she gently ran a hand along his chest, fingers tracing a deep scar that sunk into the flesh there. The scar that would never heal as the part that belonged there was hidden safely away. "It's time for you to come home with me now, Samael. I've been waiting so long for you."
She got up on her toes and kissed him gently, and he returned it. It had been a long time since he had felt something other than pain, and he was willing to take it. And then she stepped away, smiling at him in such childish innocence that he let her take his hand and lead him away.
Something in his mind told him that he belonged to her. And that Samael would do anything to make her happy. That the two of them were one. And that she held the piece of him that he knew was missing... but no longer remembered what that piece was.
Author:
likely_evilFandom: Supernatural
Prompt Used:
50prompts: Table 4.10 - FleshPairing/Characters: Sam Winchester, Alastair, Lilith
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Sorry. Just like playing with the pretties.
Warnings: Following a major character death.
Notes: takes place in
greypicketfence verse after this post.You can't hold back the screams, Alastair had told him his first day on the rack. You may think you're brave. That you're noble. But everyone screams. Listen to them, Sam. Join in the chorus and maybe I'll be gentle.
Sam had rolled his eyes to the demon with the knife. Lilith stood off to the side, a demented smile on her face. He could see her now, not the children that she inhabited. Instead it was the form she saw herself as, the sulfur acting as flesh in this dimension.
Any other time, any other person, he would have thought her beautiful. Beyond his reach even. But he knew better, and just hissed as the knife cut deeper into him.
He didn't scream until the 23rd cut, as the knife pierced deep into him and the part of his soul where Dean was kept. Ironically, it was where his heart would have been if he had been alive. Lilith positively squealed with delight at the broken scream that escaped past his clenched teeth.
Give me that cutting. Sam watched as Alastair handed her a piece of Sam, which she took and pet like it was a small fuzzy animal. Oh Dean. I think I will keep this piece as a souvenir.
No, please. He had begged as he watched Lilith pull out a silken bag and slip the sulfurous sliver of flesh inside.
Don't beg Samael. She looked at him. You're mine now, and I will take you as I please. And this - you don't need anymore. Dean isn't coming for you, and the sooner you forget him, the better.
Sam just hung his head on the rack, breathing hard and his eyes just begging her to please not take Dean's memory away. There was still parts of Dean in him - there always would be - but that was the pure essence of Dean that had lived in him.
Lilith walked over to him, a hand coming up to his cheek. I'll keep it somewhere nice and safe, Samael. And think of it as a favor. You will never have to feel the pain of it being ripped from you again. She smiled and leaned closer. I wouldn't want my precious toy too broken that I can't play with him, after all.
She gave him a kiss, then looked at Alastair. Have your fun, my dear. I'll be back in 40 years for him.
Watching her walk away, Sam blinked as Alastair stepped into his view. You cost me an apprentice, Sammy. I'm going to take my sweet time with you. I've always wanted to carve up an Antichrist.
Sam looked at him in confusion. Who's Sammy?
Alastair just smiled. You just make this too easy, son...
40 Years Later...
The hooks were gone. Slowly, each was pulled from his body as Samael was laid onto the ground. The beautiful woman with blond hair stood over him, her fingers running along his cheek. "Hello, my precious Samael. Are you happy to see me again?"
A name filtered on the edge of his mind. "Lilith?"
She smiled and pulled Sam to his feet. A silk blanket was wrapped around his shoulder, and she gently ran a hand along his chest, fingers tracing a deep scar that sunk into the flesh there. The scar that would never heal as the part that belonged there was hidden safely away. "It's time for you to come home with me now, Samael. I've been waiting so long for you."
She got up on her toes and kissed him gently, and he returned it. It had been a long time since he had felt something other than pain, and he was willing to take it. And then she stepped away, smiling at him in such childish innocence that he let her take his hand and lead him away.
Something in his mind told him that he belonged to her. And that Samael would do anything to make her happy. That the two of them were one. And that she held the piece of him that he knew was missing... but no longer remembered what that piece was.