They call me the Anti-Christ

Sam was waiting at the bar down the street from the hospital Allison was working at. It wasn't late, but because of the time change it was already dark. He stood there under the awning, hands in his pockets and just waited.

Hoping that she showed up. Otherwise he would feel a bit like a fool. And Dean would totally make fun of him when he got back if she didn't show up. In fact, he was pretty sure the Impala would be parked across the street some time in the next hour with his brother watching with binoculars.

And of course, if he decided to have fun, then Dean would come in and find a way to embarrass his little brother.

God he hoped that wasn't going to happen.

*lights two candles. Says a prayer*


open except demon!sam verse

this is a response fic for this post that was a response fic to this post. Ben = mini_dean, Dean = jstliketherifle, Alec = smart_alec494 and Ruby = ilove_atallman. Set in wayward_au verse

They were halfway to New Jersey because Ruby had insisted that Sam see Kutner, and that was where Kutner said to meet him. Which when Ruby insisted on something, she would make her point clear. And with the headaches coming back, Sam ultimately gave in - especially when Alec started to notice and join in on the insisting.

His only decree was not to let Ben know what was going on. There was something about the way that Ben felt that Sam knew he wasn't doing as well as he let himself appear. It was Dean's side showing in a way that Sam had experience with and could see.

If Ben learned that Sam was slowly dying - had been for awhile now - he had a feeling that last tendril of control he had would slip away and he would fall apart. So Sam made it very clear that he would keep Ben in the dark until it become necessary for him to know.

( It was the images of a dream that woke Sam )

Just for Bobby at the moment... others to join later...

They were in North Dakota according to the map that Alec and Dean had been looking at. There was something in the back of Sam's mind that found the town familiar. Little fireflies in his mind, wanting to guide him again.

Why were there fireflies in his mind? He always saw freflies, no matter where they went.

He had sat in the Impala after Dean and Alec went to bed because he was trying to figure this out when one big firefly came by the window, beckoning him to follow it. So he did, walking along the fields quickly as he tried to catch it.

When he was able to catch them, he remembered things. But the things he remembered with them would always fly away again. Out of his mind and into the wind. Not like the memories that Dean gave him.

He had a few now. Memory of a tape measure. Of a necklace. Small things and they were always of him as a kid. There were no adult memories. And Sam wondered why.

Soon, the firefly led him along the path to a junkyard. Sam could see all the magic here, trendils that wove a web in a white light. He was careful as he walked, not wanting to touch a single strand of it until he got to the door where the firefly had landed.

Sam tilted his head, reaching for the insect and wrapping his fingers around it roughly. Which on the other side of the door would sound like someone had knocked.