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likely_evil) wrote2009-02-26 10:12 pm
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badcompany_muse: Rage
"I'm not going to ask again, where is my son?"
Sam pressed the demon against the wall, one hand on the throat of the human as he held the guy against the wall a few inches off the ground. Gone was the business suit and tie, and founder of the Winchester Initiative. Now in a pair of dirty jeans, a flannel shirt under a faded leather jacket and military boots, Sam Winchester was a hunter, a weapon, and one pissed off father.
The demon against the wall laughed, blood dribbling out of his mouth as he laughed. "You really think I'm going to talk, Winchester? You don't scare me..."
"I don't, do I?" Sam tilted his head just a bit, lifting his free hand. Pointing his index and middle finger, the others curled, he focused his powers until the tips of them started to glow yellow. His eyes started to glow to match and he just smirked. "How about now?"
The demon stared at his fingers, struggling to get free. "Come on, man, it wasn't like that..."
"I gave you a chance to prove yourself, Ashland. Just like I give every demon that comes to me to repent. That's why I created this place. But I only give one chance, and you blew it. What's worse, you led the Triad to my son."
His fingertips was millimeters from the skin of the demon's flesh suit, and Sam could feel the demon trying to shift inside of him. Sam's hand slipped up to shut the mouth of the demon so he couldn't escape.
"Now look into my eyes, Ashland. Show me where my son is, and I will let you walk out of here."
It was a warehouse. Concrete. Metal doors. Barbatos roughing Devon up and leaving him as Phoenix held Michael, Stolas laughing and watching. Old train tracks. Chemical warning fence. Charlotte Avenue.
Sam closed his eyes a moment, then opened them with a smile as he released Ashland and lowered him to the ground. "Thank you."
"So I can go?"
"Yeah, you can go." Sam took a step back, then held his hand out, fingers splayed. Ashland's eyes opened wide and he gasped, seconds before his demonic energy was pulled out of the body and send back to hell. "Back to hell."
"You said you were going to let him walk out of here," one of the demons behind him asked.
Sam turned, eyes narrowed. "I was talking to the meat suit. He was wearing a live one. Get him to the medical ward." Sam stormed past him, buttoning his jacket. "I'm going to get my son back."
He had called Ruby on his way to the warehouse district, giving her the details where Michael was being held. His motorcycle weaved through downtown easily, the roar of six others not far behind. The demons were already ahead of him, clearing the place so that when the human hunters arrived, the guards were disposed of.
Sam left his cycle and helmet as he strode to the warehouse. He didn't need to speak as he listened to the reports. The Triad was gone already, leaving the lesser demons to deal with the guard duty.
Three days he had been searching for Michael, and as Sam walked down the halls with his small army, sweeping the place room from room, all Sam wondered was what they had done to his boy. The metal and concrete blocked his senses, and he still couldn't feel his son.
Then he stopped, holding a hand up. He couldn't sense anything with his powers, but he just knew where Michael was. Instinct had him run to the end of the hall, his hand running along the doors until he was at the end of the hall. Looking at the door, he saw the drag marks of shoes in the dirt on the ground.
Sam took a step back, focused his energy into his legs, then kicked the door in. And there was his son, broken on the ground. The demon side of Sam's mind was gone as he rushed in.
“Mike? Mikey, hey!”
“Dad?” Sam breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his son's voice, and he was gentle, picking him up and holding his son's head between his hands as he checked him over. Then Michael collapsed into him, holding tight. “Took you long enough.”
Sam couldn't help but chuckle as he pulled Michael up to his feet. Always the smartass, just like his mother. “C’mon. Let’s get you out of here.”
“Wait,” Mike said as he started to lead his son out. “Steve.”
“Who?”
“Steve, he... the demons took him. You have to find him.”
"Well, what are you waiting for, check the rest of this place. Find this Steve guy." Sam looked back at his son, but Michael's eyes started to get cloudy. "Hey, Mikey, stay with me." He got Michael outside into the fresh air, his mind calling out to Ruby that he had Michael and was taking him back to base. Without waiting, he took one of the sports cars that was outside, hot wired it and rushed to get them back to base before anything else went wrong.
Sam pressed the demon against the wall, one hand on the throat of the human as he held the guy against the wall a few inches off the ground. Gone was the business suit and tie, and founder of the Winchester Initiative. Now in a pair of dirty jeans, a flannel shirt under a faded leather jacket and military boots, Sam Winchester was a hunter, a weapon, and one pissed off father.
The demon against the wall laughed, blood dribbling out of his mouth as he laughed. "You really think I'm going to talk, Winchester? You don't scare me..."
"I don't, do I?" Sam tilted his head just a bit, lifting his free hand. Pointing his index and middle finger, the others curled, he focused his powers until the tips of them started to glow yellow. His eyes started to glow to match and he just smirked. "How about now?"
The demon stared at his fingers, struggling to get free. "Come on, man, it wasn't like that..."
"I gave you a chance to prove yourself, Ashland. Just like I give every demon that comes to me to repent. That's why I created this place. But I only give one chance, and you blew it. What's worse, you led the Triad to my son."
His fingertips was millimeters from the skin of the demon's flesh suit, and Sam could feel the demon trying to shift inside of him. Sam's hand slipped up to shut the mouth of the demon so he couldn't escape.
"Now look into my eyes, Ashland. Show me where my son is, and I will let you walk out of here."
It was a warehouse. Concrete. Metal doors. Barbatos roughing Devon up and leaving him as Phoenix held Michael, Stolas laughing and watching. Old train tracks. Chemical warning fence. Charlotte Avenue.
Sam closed his eyes a moment, then opened them with a smile as he released Ashland and lowered him to the ground. "Thank you."
"So I can go?"
"Yeah, you can go." Sam took a step back, then held his hand out, fingers splayed. Ashland's eyes opened wide and he gasped, seconds before his demonic energy was pulled out of the body and send back to hell. "Back to hell."
"You said you were going to let him walk out of here," one of the demons behind him asked.
Sam turned, eyes narrowed. "I was talking to the meat suit. He was wearing a live one. Get him to the medical ward." Sam stormed past him, buttoning his jacket. "I'm going to get my son back."
He had called Ruby on his way to the warehouse district, giving her the details where Michael was being held. His motorcycle weaved through downtown easily, the roar of six others not far behind. The demons were already ahead of him, clearing the place so that when the human hunters arrived, the guards were disposed of.
Sam left his cycle and helmet as he strode to the warehouse. He didn't need to speak as he listened to the reports. The Triad was gone already, leaving the lesser demons to deal with the guard duty.
Three days he had been searching for Michael, and as Sam walked down the halls with his small army, sweeping the place room from room, all Sam wondered was what they had done to his boy. The metal and concrete blocked his senses, and he still couldn't feel his son.
Then he stopped, holding a hand up. He couldn't sense anything with his powers, but he just knew where Michael was. Instinct had him run to the end of the hall, his hand running along the doors until he was at the end of the hall. Looking at the door, he saw the drag marks of shoes in the dirt on the ground.
Sam took a step back, focused his energy into his legs, then kicked the door in. And there was his son, broken on the ground. The demon side of Sam's mind was gone as he rushed in.
“Mike? Mikey, hey!”
“Dad?” Sam breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his son's voice, and he was gentle, picking him up and holding his son's head between his hands as he checked him over. Then Michael collapsed into him, holding tight. “Took you long enough.”
Sam couldn't help but chuckle as he pulled Michael up to his feet. Always the smartass, just like his mother. “C’mon. Let’s get you out of here.”
“Wait,” Mike said as he started to lead his son out. “Steve.”
“Who?”
“Steve, he... the demons took him. You have to find him.”
"Well, what are you waiting for, check the rest of this place. Find this Steve guy." Sam looked back at his son, but Michael's eyes started to get cloudy. "Hey, Mikey, stay with me." He got Michael outside into the fresh air, his mind calling out to Ruby that he had Michael and was taking him back to base. Without waiting, he took one of the sports cars that was outside, hot wired it and rushed to get them back to base before anything else went wrong.