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Lurking in the Shadows - rp for jstliketherifle

There wasn't much that he could remember before the pain. The pain... it was something Sam remembered too well. Too well..

His dad had been there, trying to pull the meat hooks from his body. But the yellow eyed demon had come, jumping on the chains before attacking John, taking him deeper into the bowels of hell and leaving him alone.

Years had to have passed, so long... so long on the hooks that Sam forgot who he really was. But when he saw fire in the pits below him, he remembered a blonde girl on the ceiling. Sometimes he remembered a face, words like jerk and feelings like loss when seeing the face.

Then there were whispers. Voices. And then bright light as a door opened in front of him. Demons rushed through the chains, aiming on their escape. And then the man who had left him long ago grabbed the chains, pulling him free. Sam screamed in pain, confused and lost, and then he found himself in the woods, hovering in a tree.

Alone.

Other demons had talked to him, and he watched them take over bodies. In california, he found a kid on the streets who was about to die from drug overdose... Sam couldn't take over a body that had a live person in it... that was wrong to him... and he made his way to a truck stop.

He made his way back to Kansas. Something about Kansas said home to him, and he wandered the streets until he snuck into a motel room and just curled up on the bed.

Softly he whispered the same word over again. Dean. Dean. dean dean dean dean dean....

That was a year ago. Now, he remembered a name. Sam. It might have been his name, so he took it. People asked him who he was and he said Sam. They asked him what he was looking for. Dean.

No one understood him, and he just kept going from motel to motel. He saw a motel and he thought of Dean. Dean must be in a motel, so that was where he would look.

dean dean dean dean deandeandeandeandeandeandeandean

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Dean was drunk.

Alec was off doing whatever it was Alec did, they'd parted ways with Delilah long ago, and Bela was still nowhere to be found. Not that that was at all atypical of Bela, but it was something to be said about Dean's state of mind. He was in the mood for a good cold one.

So he had several.

As opposed to being inside the motel room, which would have been the obvious safe choice to be doing his drinking, but he needed it to be him and his baby for a while. He stretched out on the front of the hood, beer in one hand and the other behind his head, relaxed, and while not quite happy -- not shitfaced depressed either.

The body may not be Sam's, but the kid off the street could pass as being close. Tall, lanky with long sloppy brown hair and hazel eyes. There was a rucksack over his shoulder that held the few things he had picked up in his travels.

Amazing what people have on them when they are killed for getting in his way. How many people had died for getting in his way? He didn't remember killing them... they just fell down because they tried to stop him.

Stop him from finding Dean.

Dean. dean dean dean dean dean.

As he walked through the parking lot of the motel he looked at the cars. He liked backseats of cars. It was hard to fit his legs in, but he would sleep in the back seats of cars along the side of the road if there wasn't a motel in sight. But nothing was right. He just didn't fit in them.

Then he saw the black Impala and stopped. Something in him wanted to sleep in the back of that car. It looked like it would hold him well.

He started towards it, almost reaching for it when his foot connected with a beer bottle that had been tossed.

Before the person on the hood could turn, he dissipated into smoke and reappeared in the bushes so that he wouldn't be seen by the person on the hood that he couldn't see.

Dean heard the clink of the beer bottle and his head snapped up, looking around for the source of the sound. Now his guard was up, and he slid around on the hood slightly, pushing himself somewhat shakily onto his feet and glancing around to see if there was anything to be seen.

A person couldn't have just disappeared that quickly. Not as far as he could tell. His eyes narrowed and he started to back towards the door of his motel room, and the safety of the salt lines. This was a bit of an unexpected change to his night.

Sam hid, watching the man move. There was a familiarity. Like the man that had cut him free from the hooks and chains and protected him from the yellow eyed man that had jumped on them. The one who had grabbed him and got him in the tree before he disappeared.

Maybe he knew where Dean was. He looked like he would know. But there was a thing about him. Dangerous. Like he could hurt Sam. Sam hurt a lot of people because he knew they wouldn't hurt him.

Dean wouldn't hurt Sam. This man... he would.

But Sam wanted to curl up in the back seat of the car, so he would just wait until the man went inside and fell asleep. Then he would go back to the car.

Sam was patient.

Dean fell back against the door, letting his eyes scan the parking lot one last time, searching for the sound of that foot on the bottle. He slowly turned the handle on the door knob, before turning around and heading into the room, completing the salt line behind him.

That was a bit unsettling. Just a little.

Something told Sam that he needed to wait until the person inside fell asleep before he should start for the car. If he moved, the man inside would know. And Sam didn't want to kill him.

He just wanted the back seat of the car.

He was patient, waiting until the man fell asleep. Only then would he move.

Dean checked through the blinds once more, before double checking the lines on the windows and doors one last time. The unsettling feeling that he was being watched was still there in the pit of his stomach.

Or maybe he just had paranoia and bad beer.

He couldn't think of any reason why anyone would want to be watching him. Sam always seemed to be the one the demon word -- and the rest of the world for that matter -- was after. Not Dean. Dean was just the idiot who got in their way.

He tried his best to shrug the feeling off, before turning around and letting his eyes fall on the TV. He paused, considering the set for a moment, before plopping down on the bed and reaching for the remote.

Maybe Girls Gone Wild was in season.

He wasn't going to sleep. it was late. Humans were supposed to sleep. WHY WASN'T HE SLEEPING?!

Sam felt very angry. HE wanted to go to sleep. HE wanted to be in the backseat of the car. And the stupid person inside was watching very bad staticy porn and NOT SLEEPING.

He had run out of patience. But he couldn't go in there and make the idiot go to sleep. The lines of salt were very obviously and his skin itched just thinking about them. He didn't want to go near the doors or windows.

But he wanted the car. Maybe the porn would distract him from checking on the car. Yes. Porn was distracting.

So Sam got up from the bushes and quietly made his way to the car, letting his hands run along the smooth black finish.

home

Hey, it may have been bad porn, but Dean was of the firm belief that bad porn was better than no porn at all.

However, the girls going wild were starting to loose their appeal, and he was ready to maybe turn in for the night. He moved to the window, to do one last perimeter check, before heading off to dreamland, when he caught some guy with his hand on the hood of the car. Now he certainly didn't mind someone admiring the Impala, as she was clearly meant to be admired, but there was something about the guy that was just -- off.

And not in a good way.

Sam was about to open the car door when he felt the eyes on him. His head snapped around and he glared right at the face in the window.

His hazel eyes blinked once, then blinked again into black.

No, he couldn't do this with the human there. Though he looked into the human's eyes and there was just something right in them. But he didn't know what.

Instinct told him to run away. Dissipate and rush the body to a safe spot. But he just couldn't stop looking into the eyes and wondering why they felt right.

His first thought was Sam and he cursed himself for it. He'd thought he was past slamming his hand down on the shoulder of every kid who just happened to look like Sam, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he'd made it all up and his brother was still out there, but each time he was wrong.

And this time he was wrong too, but there was something else about this wrong that wasn't settling right on his shoulders. It lay somewhat in the way the guy had been looking at his car, and somewhat in his own intuition, saying that there was something more beneath the surface, something else lurking there that he recognized in some aspect, all at the same time.

So he just stared, the wheels in his head spinning as he tried to figure out what exactly it was he was looking at.

Sam watched him a moment longer, tilting his head and his shaggy hair came over his eyes. Then he turned away to look at the Impala again, walking to the passenger side and letting his hand go to the door handle.

That was his side. He liked this side.

The hand went to the door handle, and whatever existential bullshit or step in the grieving process that Dean was trying to over come? Vanished in the blink of an eye. There was no way in hell this guy was stealing his baby and he was just going to stand there and watch.

It's happened before. He wasn't about to let it happen again.

He snatched his gun up off the table and slipped it into the breast pocket of his jacket before making his way for the door and pushing it open, heading out of the motel room, and towards the man standing next to his car.

"Hey, buddy! Stay out of my car."

The second the man opened the door, Sam again snapped his head to look at him, annoyed this time. But he wasn't going to confront him.

Sam was tired and he just wanted to sleep. But he wasn't going to be able to and that wasn't FAIR.

So in front of the man's eyes, he dissipated into a black smoke cloud and speed away from the Impala and the room, disappearing on the other side of the motel.

He would try another day. After all, Sam was patient.

Dean knew a demon when he saw one. But he'd never had one unnerve him as much as it did right then.

Watching as the black smoke disappeared, his eyes searched the scene for any sign of familiarity. If it had been a demon he had met before -- but for some reason he had a feeling he wouldn't be standing if that were the case. This was something completely different, and he wasn't quite sure what it was. He did know one thing, however.

He needed another drink.

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