They call me the Anti-Christ

ooc: follows this

It was a small chapel that Sam had built into the building for those hunters who had strong faith. Over the years of working with the Angels, the doubt their first appearance had caused in him eased up. Castiel and Sam had become partners of sorts, esecially after Dean's death.

Uriel was not happy, but Sam had never cared much for Uriel's opinion in the grand scheme of things.

The creation of the Initiative had been something that Castiel had helped iron out kinks in on the advice of God. It was interesting how God had come to see the good that some demons could accomplish. There was even chance for some of them to be redeemed, and if so Castiel would help them to their final resting place in peace.

It was much better than just killing them all. Something that Sam felt good, because not only was he saving people now, but ones who had been lost in death and brought back to the light. A new level of the family business, and Sam hoped his family was proud of him for it.

He sat quietly in the pew, praying for a few minutes, and when Castiel didn't appear, he just opened the Bible in front of him and started to read. The angel would answer when he had time, and being Immortal... Sam had time.

ooc: next in the series after this.

“The policy of being too cautious is the greatest risk of all.”
-Jawaharlal Nehru

It was in battle that Sam saw Dean again - the first time in almost a year. Sam had been fighting against Lilith's forces, trying to block a seal from being broken. It wasn't a short fight - knife to the gut, demons gone and rushing off before someone notices the bodies - but instead one that lasted days on days, wearing down Sam's forces while Lilith's just kept growing.

That was when the Calvary showed up. The hunters and the angels, over a dozen of them rushing in with weapons high. Sam's army instantly pulled back, not wanting to be caught up in the confusion, gathering around their general and keeping the parameter secure.

Sam was leaning on the shoulder of a warrior, exhausted from little sleep and a lot of fighting. With the break, he was able to just breathe and watch a moment, searching through the cemetery plot for the shape of his brother.

( . . . )

To all my friends on LJ

I love you all. Each for different reasons that I hope you already know, and if not, you are free to ask.

However.

There are too many of you damnit, and it would take me a day and a half to respond to all your RP Love Meme posts.

So from me to you... I love you all. Sam loves you all. Don't think we don't just because we're not responding to your posts.

*big hugs and Sam snuggles*

<3 Sam and his Mun.

ooc: takes place in wayward_au verse concurrent to this.

Sam stood in the hallway, watching the people pass him by. He had stopped trying to get their attention days ago, knowing that they couldn't see him. No one could. When they saw him, all they saw was the broken body that lay on the bed in ICU, machines working to keep it going.

So this is how Dean must have felt that time he was in the coma...

He had told Dean to destroy his body, but because there had been a faint heartbeat, he hadn't. Dean couldn't do it, and now Sam knew it was just going to stay there until some demon came along and decided to do a bit of recycling with the AntiChrist.

But now that his body was stable, he wasn't fizzing in and out anymore. That had been weird, seeing the maw of hell opening up before his eyes, trying to pull at him before the doctors got his heartbeat going again and he returned to his land of limbo.

( *** )

ooc: demon!Sam

Alec and Dean were on a hunt. They were always on a hunt. And Sam was behind on the bed watching some TV show he didn't understand and was kinda crude. Bored, he reached over for his phone, playing through the functions to find something to do.

He opened the address book up and there were a few contacts in there. Dean put the contacts in so Sam would have people to call when he was in trouble. Alec. Bobby. Dean. Missouri.

And then there was one he had put in himself. Nellie. He hadn't talked to Nellie since she had left the diner and it had not been a bad going away. It was just a going away.

Wondering what she was doing, he decided to call her and say hello. It was something to do that wasn't a stupid tv show.

So um... my TIVO? Didn't record SPN. And I'm kinda pissed.

I should have it by tomorrow night, either by download, Itunes, Amazon or something.

I have a feeling that it was a big episode since they tend to do that before a hiatus.

Um... can I beg for people to put things behind a spoiler cut for just ONE DAY? Or warnings. Or something. Otherwise I won't be able to read my FL for Sam until Saturday and I really don't want to not be able to read it...

*makes Sam give you all the puppy dog eyes*

All fixed now. I has seen the episode.

Now I has to go snuggle my pup because he's about to cry in my head.

ooc: takes place in the verse justtostayalive

Sam sat in the living room, playing with a pencil as he worked his way through yet another demon book. He had a good idea of what he was going to do that night while with the crossroad demon, but before he took off to do that, he wanted to make sure he had every bit of lore on the demon deals in his head.

He was being an attorney in this, defending a case... because that was the mindset he had to stay in to be able to accomplish this.

He hadn't realized it was morning until he heard Bela wake up and move into the kitchen. He stopped moving, being quiet as he just watched her move in the silky robe as she went to make coffee.

( . . . )