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likely_evil) wrote2008-10-22 04:23 pm
likely_evil) wrote2008-10-22 04:23 pm
Demon!Sam finds a shiny...
"What's in the box?" David Mills, Se7en
It was a shiny metal box. 18.3 inches by 6.9 inches by 13.9 inches. Exactly. 10 pounds. NO, more. 10.3. Yes. And there was an apple on top.
He had found it in the trunk of the Impala. He had been looking for something and there was a bag there. It wasn't what he was looking for. It was what he was looking for. It was his. He knew that now.
Alec and Dean were out. He was told to stay. So he stayed, but he was bored and the tv was not working. So he went looking and found the thing. His thing.
He picked it up and looked at it, trying to figure out what it was. He should know what it was. It was his thing. It even smelt like him, just like the bag of clothing that was his. He was wearing the very wrinkled green plaid shirt now and it smelt like the way he was supposed to smell. The jeans were loose on him, but they also smelt like him. And dirt.
He put it down on the table and looked it it closer. There was a button on the side. He slid his finger along the button and a disc popped out, making him jump a bit. There was a disc there now, which he held up to look at. Jason Manns. Music. It was his music, if it was inside of his thing. He put the disc back in carefully, and it disappeared inside of the box.
Something told him there was more to see. He felt like he could open it in half. But which way? He didn't want to break the box. It was his box and he loved it. Like he loved the shirt and jeans that smelt like how he used to smell like.
He closed his eyes, letting his fingers work. They knew what to do sometimes when his mind couldn't remember. He felt them work along the seam of the box, and then it opened as his thumbs flicked up.
Sam smiled brightly as he looked at his reflection in the black screen. No. It wasn't supposed to be black. There was supposed to be pictures and words and stuff. Things. A web. A wide web of the world. He started to push buttons, but they didn't makes the web appear. Then he started to pound them, because hitting things harder made them talk. Maybe it would make the web appear.
That didn't work. Something was wrong. Sam sat back, looking at the box that was now a bunch of keys and a screen that was hiding a web. What could he do to make it right?
His eyes looked at the cell phone on the table next to the thing. He remembered that this morning the phone had been black too. Alec told Sam that he needed to "charge it" when it was black to make it bright again.
In a rush, Sam got up and went to where he had put the bag and started to look through it until he pulled out a white cord. He smiled to himself, then went and plugged one end into the wall, the other into a spot on the thing. He fingers knew which hole it was supposed to go into, and it jumped in his hand to go in.
Looking back at the keys, one key was now glowing. Sam reached out and touched it, and then the screen lit up. He watched it and his hands just went to lay themselves on the keys. Minutes later it was asking for his password. His fingers knew it. They typed it in and soon he was looking at a screen filled with little boxes.
And there was the fox that guarded the web. Wrapping his little orange body around the world. His finger moved the arrow on the screen over it, then he touched the pad twice and an hour glass appeared, and then the world opened to him.
And for the next for hours he stayed there, staying like Alec and Dean asked. His fingers knowing the way as they moved around the web to websites that he knew once the screen came up. He could learn things there again. Remember them. Help Dean again.
Yes, this box thing was what he used to help Dean. He remembered now. It helped Dean a lot. His thing was a good thing, and now he could use it again to help Dean.
He was a good brother. And brothers helped each other. Dean was helping him and now he could help Dean.
Good box thingie. It was Sam's and Sam loved it.
Especially when the naked busty asian beauty came up.
It was a shiny metal box. 18.3 inches by 6.9 inches by 13.9 inches. Exactly. 10 pounds. NO, more. 10.3. Yes. And there was an apple on top.
He had found it in the trunk of the Impala. He had been looking for something and there was a bag there. It wasn't what he was looking for. It was what he was looking for. It was his. He knew that now.
Alec and Dean were out. He was told to stay. So he stayed, but he was bored and the tv was not working. So he went looking and found the thing. His thing.
He picked it up and looked at it, trying to figure out what it was. He should know what it was. It was his thing. It even smelt like him, just like the bag of clothing that was his. He was wearing the very wrinkled green plaid shirt now and it smelt like the way he was supposed to smell. The jeans were loose on him, but they also smelt like him. And dirt.
He put it down on the table and looked it it closer. There was a button on the side. He slid his finger along the button and a disc popped out, making him jump a bit. There was a disc there now, which he held up to look at. Jason Manns. Music. It was his music, if it was inside of his thing. He put the disc back in carefully, and it disappeared inside of the box.
Something told him there was more to see. He felt like he could open it in half. But which way? He didn't want to break the box. It was his box and he loved it. Like he loved the shirt and jeans that smelt like how he used to smell like.
He closed his eyes, letting his fingers work. They knew what to do sometimes when his mind couldn't remember. He felt them work along the seam of the box, and then it opened as his thumbs flicked up.
Sam smiled brightly as he looked at his reflection in the black screen. No. It wasn't supposed to be black. There was supposed to be pictures and words and stuff. Things. A web. A wide web of the world. He started to push buttons, but they didn't makes the web appear. Then he started to pound them, because hitting things harder made them talk. Maybe it would make the web appear.
That didn't work. Something was wrong. Sam sat back, looking at the box that was now a bunch of keys and a screen that was hiding a web. What could he do to make it right?
His eyes looked at the cell phone on the table next to the thing. He remembered that this morning the phone had been black too. Alec told Sam that he needed to "charge it" when it was black to make it bright again.
In a rush, Sam got up and went to where he had put the bag and started to look through it until he pulled out a white cord. He smiled to himself, then went and plugged one end into the wall, the other into a spot on the thing. He fingers knew which hole it was supposed to go into, and it jumped in his hand to go in.
Looking back at the keys, one key was now glowing. Sam reached out and touched it, and then the screen lit up. He watched it and his hands just went to lay themselves on the keys. Minutes later it was asking for his password. His fingers knew it. They typed it in and soon he was looking at a screen filled with little boxes.
And there was the fox that guarded the web. Wrapping his little orange body around the world. His finger moved the arrow on the screen over it, then he touched the pad twice and an hour glass appeared, and then the world opened to him.
And for the next for hours he stayed there, staying like Alec and Dean asked. His fingers knowing the way as they moved around the web to websites that he knew once the screen came up. He could learn things there again. Remember them. Help Dean again.
Yes, this box thing was what he used to help Dean. He remembered now. It helped Dean a lot. His thing was a good thing, and now he could use it again to help Dean.
He was a good brother. And brothers helped each other. Dean was helping him and now he could help Dean.
Good box thingie. It was Sam's and Sam loved it.
Especially when the naked busty asian beauty came up.
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Alec had decided that he wanted to go out for a little while, and Dean wasn't about to object. The kid spent a hell of a lot of time with Sam and Dean as it was -- if he wanted sometime to himself to do his own thing, Dean wasn't going to stop him. Besides, he had Sam to deal with. An evening alone with his brother certainly wouldn't hurt, considering they were still getting to know each other all over again.
He made his way into the motel room and spotted Sam across the room, poking away at his laptop. Dean almost didn't recognize it at first, he hadn't seen it in so long, but after a minute, recognition crossed his face and smirked slightly, pulling himself a beer from the fridge as he settled back on the bed.
"Whatcha got there, Sammy?"
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Sam's eyes were glued to the screen. The web moved fast when his fingers knew what to do. He had already read sites about demons and death and interesting story about a hitch hiking ghost. He had saved it to show Dean later. It would help Dean.
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"Jesus, dude -- you stink." He then peered closer at what his brother was wearing, and realized it wasn't what he had left him in. "Sammy, what're you wearing?"
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He looked up at Dean. "Smell like me."
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"Let me find you something a little cleaner, okay? We don't need people keeling over from the way you smell."
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He knew he had to have clean things of Sam's somewhere. He wasn't the type to just start giving stuff away to charity. There was probably another bag of them somewhere in the Impala, he just had to find it.
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Then he turned back to the computer. A few moments later, there would be some really corny porn music coming over the computer speakers.
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"Sammy. What are you doing?"
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www. bustyasianbeauties. com in fact.
"I don't remember this site though."
He was still staring at the screen, his head tilted as though he was transfixed.
"They need their clothes."
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"Is it? I thought I deleted that," Dean sighed, before reaching forward over his brother's shoulder and quickly changing the page to whatever Sam had been looking at before hand. He then quickly deleted the bookmark, and turned back to his brother with a slight smile. "And yes. They do need their clothes. Don't talk to a girl who doesn't have her clothes on, alright?"
Because he really didn't need to give Sam the sex talk. Again.
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Then he brightened. "I found a story for you. To help you."
He went to find the link of the story. A job. Hunt. Help Dean. That was Sam's job.
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Sam pursed his lips. The one who helped him escape from the pain and the hooks. He called that one Dad. "He helped me."
He was really trying to remember on his own. Just a face. Something. All he remembered was shadows.
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John had always been a sensitive subject, but -- this was something different. Dean really didn't want to know what his father was going through, but on another level, he really, really did.
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He projected an image. Again, it skipped like a flip book missing pages. Sam was in pain. Hooks. Screaming. Then there was a light. Demons rushed by. Hands grabbed him. Pulled him free. Outside. Finding an old tree fort. Laying him there. Big hands running along him as his cloud tried to keep looking like his human form to calm the still screaming Sam.
It's ok, Son. You're free. Find Dean.
And then Sam was alone.
He opened his eyes to look at Dean, his lower lip trembling a bit. "Dad."
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Seeing the end result of that, cut him deeper than it probably should.
Dean swallowed slightly, before moving away from his brother and sitting down at the edge of the bed, running a hand over his face. He didn't know what to say, where to even begin, so he just sat there in silence, burying his face in his hands and trying to think of what he was supposed to say to his brother.
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"Dean?"
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The lump in his throat was only getting bigger and he swallowed it back again, trying to keep himself together and running a hand down over his face.
"That never should have happened to you."
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Of course Dad would want Sam to find Dean. Dean was his brother. Dean was safe.
"It did. But safe now."
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"So I help now?"
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But really. This is pretty awesome, and SO MUCH LOVE! If there was something more adorable than cute!Demon!Sam, it's cute!geek!Demon!Sam. Just saying! >.> <3
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*huggles baby!demon*
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*huggles baby!demon too* hesocute.
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But it sure makes sense.