They call me the Anti-Christ

ooc: takes place in the Without You verse. Happens during the same time as this and this. Castiel is an NPC played by jstliketherifle's mun.

Sam stood in the bedroom of the hotel. This was where he and Beth were staying until the repairs were finished on their condo.

Where he was staying. Beth had run off to spend a few days with Amy, her lover. In the last three years, Sam had learned that his lack of emotions at times was not something Beth needed, so she found comfort and safety with Amy.

But in doing that, Sam had been left alone. And that was the last thing he needed.

( ... )

ooc: takes place after this. co-written with Dean = jstliketherifle

Breaking Dean Winchester was taking longer than he thought it would. Ruby, surprisingly, was doing a rather impressive job of keeping his head on his shoulders and well, that just wasn't working. Not at all. Alastair had plans for his dear old friend Dean, and he wasn't going to let a bunch of birds ruin that for him. He would get Dean back, in one capacity or another, and he had to say, the idea of him as a human, going back on everything he ever fought against was rather -- appealing. Destroying what the angels thought he was going to be, what they were hoping he'd become -- that had its perks. And that was why he'd been taking things slow.

Besides, he hadn't been topside since Poland, '43. If he was going to have to spend time above ground, he might as well enjoy it.

He had to admit, it'd set him back a bit with Delilah. He hadn't expected Dean to move that quickly, and it gave the poor sap a bit of hope as opposed to tearing him down even more, but Alastair was finally ready to move in for the kill, especially with the lovely opportunity Agent 99 had presented him with. Dean slipped, and he slipped in a big way. Now was the time to go for the money shot. Now was the time to strike him where it was going to hurt the most, and finally let the demon Dean had become loose on the world.

He made his way through the apartment building quietly, before knocking lightly on the door to the room where he knew Sam was, and waited quietly, hands in his pockets. This would be like taking candy from a baby.

( *** )

He always went back to her.

Deep in the night, hidden in the darkness, they always found each other. They eased one another's pains. Aches for forgetting soothed in one another.

It took him a long time until he realized that she had the power over him. In losing his brother, this demon had stepped in to guide him. He hated knowing that she held this power, but he had always been one that needed guidence. A lost compass, one pole burned away long ago in a fire in Palo Alto, and north was destroyed with the howling of hounds.

But here in the darkness, she offered direction. Her fingers in his hair guided him along this new path. Her voice whispered in his ear, showing him where to go, what to do. It was easier to handle every time. The pain was fading.

She would take care of him. Protect him. Stay with him when everyone else left him.

Lies he told himself.

But the way her legs wrapped around his waist - locking him against her tightly - he knew she was the one with the power here. She had him right where she wanted, each and every night, and he would follow her like the damned lost puppy he was.

The crossroad demon wouldn't take his soul. But Sam had given it to Ruby freely, not caring about the consequences...

As long as she never left him alone.

ooc: takes place after this

CONTROL always ran scans of hospital intakes to see if there was anything suspicious coming in. Around 4am there was an intake that raised a few flags. Four dead, one survivor - body almost as if it was carved.

It wasn't the deaths that raised the flags. It was the description of the people. More in particular was their possessions.

"Rock salt rounds in two sawed off shotguns. Two silver knives. Three water bottles." Sam was flipping through the list as he sat in the car, his blue tooth headset lit. "Definitely a hunter. And whatever they were hunting hit them hard and fast. And there's a trail that goes across the country with similar parameters."

"So a serial demonic killer?" His boss back at CONTROL talked back to him. "Alright, 23. Go in and question the survivor. Do what you have to to get the hunter's trust and hook that device up to her blood pressure monitor. We'll tell you if she's giving you true answers or not."

"Got it." Sam got out of the car and headed up to the ICU, flashing his badge before being shown into the room where Delilah was. He walked over to her machines, checking the levels and placing the device on it before looking at the girl who was lucky to be alive.

Pulling a chair up to the bed, he sat down and just waited for her to wake up.

ooc: takes place in justtostayalive verse

Sam rubbed his eyes as he closed another large, dusty book on Bobby's desk. Still nothing on how to stop a crossroad demon deal. Still no way to help Bela. No way to save her. Nothing.

It was driving him crazy. He was a lawyer, and he knew that all deals had clauses in them that were able to be used to make a deal invalid. It was the nature of the beast. But these deals were like nothing he had studied in school.

There was no clauses. No fine print to play with the language. Nothing but cold hard facts.

Bela had sold her soul, and unless they could trick the crossroads demon again like Dean had before, there was no way he could keep his promise and save her.

Sam hated not being able to keep his promises, especially when they involved helping someone.

( ... )

for istotallyhot, after this

Once Sam was pretty sure that Brenda wasn't going to kill him or his brother in the immediate future, he stepped outside the room to get a bit of fresh air and let the two of them talk.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out. His calender was reminding him to text his location to Allison, who would be on her way down to meet him by now. Quickly he sent her the name of the motel and the street by text message.

Text me when you get here and I'll show you what room we're in. See You Soon - Sam

He then went back to the office and got that second room, asking to leave an empty room between his and his brothers. There were things Sam had long ago deemed that he didn't want to wake up to, and his brother's sex grunting was high on that list.

Slipping a note under Dean's door about where he was going, he went into the room and sat on the bed. He turned the tv on, watching some dance movie on TNT while he waited.

ooc: also in response to a fic request for Sam/Sarah with a dreaming prompt

They were in New Paltz, Sam realized as they pulled into a familiar motel for the night.

It had been 3 years since he and Dean had traveled through this part of the state. Now they were here after finishing a particularly tricky case and the snow was making it hard to travel the roads.

At least that's what Dean said as he got them a room and then proceeded to go find himself a bar to find some dinner, drinks, and company.

That left Sam alone to sit and watch the snow fall. Three years. So much had happened to them since the last time he had been in this town that he doubted they would be recognized. Be remembered.

( That she would remember... )

Chuck did this quiz, and I figured it looked interesting and though I'd try it. And it's just a bit too freakishly accurate... The quiz is here


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