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justprompts: Addiction and Downfall

ooc: inspired by this picture. Takes place the morning after this.

Sam turned over in his bed, unable to sleep. He was shaking and covered in sweat, having woken up with the nurse's screams in his ears. It had been a few days now since he had that nightmare, and he had hoped that they were gone.

Please no! PLEASE!

He tried to fake sleeping, but his brother was too good. "You ok, Sammy?"

"Yeah." Sam sat up, rubbing his eyes with a hand. "Just not tired."

"Uh huh."

Sam looked over at the clock. "It's almost morning anyway. I'll go get us breakfast."

Dean rolled over to watch Sam a moment. "Sam... take a gun with you."

It didn't take Sam long to get dressed and out the door. The feeling of the steel against his spine was a comfort. It was his safety, his protection now that he didn't have the powers anymore. He missed the days were it was just him and a gun, or a knife. Days where he didn't feel the twisting in his stomach and thirst in his mouth for the thick substance that had doomed them all.

Nothing good can come from this, Sam.

A woman crossed his path and he stopped, watching her as she made her way from her apartment to her car. He realized that he was staring just about the time he realized that she looked like Ruby. The hunger rose in him as well as all the pain and feelings of betrayal. It was so strong that he was barely able to turn his head and rush past her before walking into the next alley and lost what little was in his stomach.

The donut shop was already open and Sam got two coffees and a dozen donuts. Everything he choose was the ones he knew Dean liked. Ever since... the few months food really hadn't tasted the same so it was easier this way. He wasn't sure if Dean had noticed yet that Sam was doing it more than just to be a brother begging for forgiveness.

He wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be able to keep pulling this off. Dean already knew he had issues going, but if he knew just how bad the hunger was getting...

... maybe he was too far gone and just needed to be put down. A lot of hunters had thought so. And that girl at the bar last night. She had been sent to kill him. There were going to be more of them, and Dean was going to try and protect him and Sam couldn't bear it if Dean died...

No. He had to stick this through. He needed to help Dean get rid of Lucifer. Make up for all his own sins and once that was over... he just hoped Dean had one bullet left to put Sam out of his misery as well.

That was his thought as he was walking back to the motel and saw a familiar face walking out of a room not to far from his. He sighed, heading for his room and working to avoid her so that they wouldn't have to go through a round two.

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Choosing the same hotel they had wasn't intentional by any means. Or maybe it was and she was just tired enough of the whole thing already not to really care when she checked in and saw their car in the parking lot. The fact that she'd been wound up all night was completely unrelated, easily chalked up to the fact that she hadn't gotten any slay time or play time of note in damn near the past month. Not like that was a record or anything, her time in the slammer still held that title, but if she was edgier this morning she was putting it down to that and nothing else.

It wasn't until she stepped out of her room that morning in the search for food that she actually saw Sam-- who looked like he was working real hard to blend into the brick. She called out with a roll of her eyes, never actually looking at him but making the intended recipient clear nonetheless. "Doesn't matter how good you are, killer. It's kind of hard to miss a friggen' giant in broad daylight. Try harder next time."

"So you just going to be stalking us now, is that is?" Sam called from his spot. He wasn't trying to hide, thank you.

Her head snapped to the side to look at him, arms crossing over her chest angrily. "Not exactly, princess. In case you missed it last night, I'm not doin' the job I was gettin' paid for. Cut those strings when I gave you the heads up, which means I'm on my dime just like a real girl. This place was cheap. You following?"

"You're the one who was trying to join up the team last night with me, remember?" he shot back at her, stopping in his tracks.

"Yeah, I remember. Also remember why I leave the being helpful thing to Buffy, because so far? All you've shown me is that you're too stupid or too stubborn to be worth the damn trouble. How's that workin' out for you, anyway? Would've thought you two would be three states over by now. It's what I would've done." Her eyes were narrowed and damn if that whole redemption thing wasn't a bitch. She wanted to smack that look off his face like no one's business, digging her nails into her own palm instead.

"Well, we're obviously not you." Sam shifted the donut and coffee tray to his other hand as his wrist was starting to complain. "There's a job in this town, and we don't run away from jobs. "

"Vamp nest. I know. It's already done so you boys can run along now. You're gonna need the head start, and maybe talk to someone about mystical wards." Her smile was sugary sweet and utterly patronizing.

His eyes widened just a bit. "How did you..."

"You really don't listen, do you? Slayer comma the. Last of the chosen. It's what I do." She stretched just enough that her shirt rid up to expose the knife tucked into her waist band and the stake in her pocket.

A stake? Stakes don't work on vampires... at least that's what Dad had told him.

"What's coming is going to be a lot more than just a couple of vampires. In fact, I'd rather face a hundred of them over this."

"Apocalypse. Lucifer. Hell on earth. I got that part. Also spent a lot of time on a hellmouth. Vamps seriously weren't the only game in town. Then there was the beast, the first evil, Cleveland.... The list gets kind of long."

"Meanwhile I've dealt with Alistair, Lilith, and Samhain, as well as nearly being killed in a special episode of Ultimate Survivor."

Yeah, Sam has his lists too.

"Well look at you gettin' all competitive." She chuckles, hands moving to rest on her hips. "Point is, wonder boy, not all of us female types are damsels in distress that need saving. Couple of us can actually hold our own."

Sam's jaw tightened just a bit. "I'm actually fully aware of that. I ain't saying that because of your sex." He sighed and shook his head.

"Know what, I'm not in the mood for an argument. I didn't sleep well, and you ain't making my morning any better. You say you took out the vamps, fine. Dean and I will double check, and be on our way. Good for you?"

"Your time to waste, killer." She started for her room and paused, turning to face him again. "And for the record, the demon problem in Wilmington? All over it." She winked. "Wouldn't want you to think I was following you again or anything."

Edited 2009-08-09 20:00 (UTC)

Crap they were heading to Wilmington next.

"Yeah, sure." He turned to head to his room, planning on tell Dean they needed to find a new job.

"See ya around, Sam." Faith walked into her room and sat on the bed before checking her cell. Three missed calls, two of which she knew for a fact were council numbers. So much for having more time.

Damn. Faith was pacing in the small confines of her room after hanging up with none other but Quentin Travors. She still hated that bastard, even more now that she knew he was on his way there. Whether it had been mystical or modern she wasn't sure, all she did know was that he knew exactly where she was-- and that meant he knew where the Winchesters were.

She closed her eyes and shook her head, not loving what she was about to do, and hating the case of conscience she seemed to have lately. Smashing her phone was easy enough, no sense in taking the chance there was some kind of tracking device in it, and she threw her clothes into her duffle. Grabbing everything and making her way to their door, she only hesitated for a split second before knocking.

The Winchester brothers were up, Sam packing his bag while Dean was eating breakfast. They exchanged a look at the knock and Sam went to answer the door while Dean held his gun under the table, aimed.

"Who is it?"

She tried keeping the irritation out of her voice to the best of her ability. "Friendly neighborhood savior, open up."

Dean rolled his eyes as Sam opened the door, not letting her in but standing in the doorway. "What now?"

She cocked her head to the side. "You really want to have this conversation out in the open?"

"Really don't want to have a conversation at all." Sam stated. But he opened the door more and let her in. Of course she'd have to walk over the salt line to get in.

"I'd rather not be having it either. I'd rather be on a beach and working on my tan. Guess we don't always get what we want, huh?" She didn't even blink at the line of salt, crossing over it and standing in the middle of the room.

"You need to motor like now and I need to borrow your phone."

"Why do you need to borrow our phone. You've got your own in your room."

"Because I don't trust the phone in my room and my cell had an accident."

"Well, we're just about to leave anyway. Room's yours." Dean stood up and put his gun in his back pocket. He would have made a remark about Sam's choice in women, but they had places to go and things to hunt anyway.

And after talking to Sam, while they didn't like the idea of having her feeling that they needed her to take care of them, they weren't going to ignore her warnings either.

He grabbed his bag and Sam grabbed his own. "I'm sure we'll be seeing you around."

"Hold up." She picked up the receiver and dialed the international number from memory knowing that she was probably about to wake Willow up. "C'mon, Red. Pick up already."

Sam looked at his brother, who rolled his eyes. "I'll load the car," he stated, taking Sam's bag and heading outside.

Sam scowled and leaned against the table, waiting.

After the fifth ring the witch finally answered. "Hey Glenda, need a favor." She watched Sam as she listened to Willow and explained the situation as quickly as she could. "Mind workin' some of your mojo, keep Travers from finding Dumb and Dumber, and maybe take me off his radar too? Ya know, while you're at it."

She stayed silent as Willow did her thing on the other end of the line, remembering at the last minute to ask for another cell. When she hung up she felt mildly better.

"You're all set. Didn't trust you to get it taken care of quick enough, but now tracking of the mystical variety is gonna be damn near impossible. Don't do anything stupid and you should be good."

Sam licked his lips, then reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a hex bag. He showed it to her, then tossed it across the room to Faith. "These work just as well with all the other nasties in the world. Keep it in your pocket and you might not be a demon magnet."

He turned to leave, his face emotionless. He wasn't all to happy with being called "Dumb and Dumber" and while he could understand and even appreciate her concern, it wasn't something he wanted and the fact she kept forcing it on them was irritating.

"Don't know how much good it'll do. Blood calls to blood kind of thing, but thanks." She slipped the small bag into her back pocket before picking up her own bag.

Time was she would have taken someone like Sam Winchester out and not even thought twice. She'd seen where that path had led her though, and in a weird way she was working not to repeat those mistakes. Strange how things changed.

"It's made to work past that," Sam stated from the door. He stood there a moment, his hand resting on the frame. "Otherwise every demon in the world would know where I was."

He turned to look at her, his jaw grit. "Thank you," he said, then made his way to the Impala.

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