likely_evil: (Bela - kissing)
When they were alive, Sam Winchester and Bela Talbot couldn't stand one another. But in death, their hell-bound souls found refuge and comfort in each other. When Samael was gripped and pulled from Hell, he was left a mess of a man that no one appeared to want, and only was the return of his hell-bound mistress did Samael and Abby both find the strength to be more than Hell had force them to be.

Darkness and Light - A Samael & Abby Fanmix )
likely_evil: (Samael - Rescue me)
“I've learned from experience that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not on our circumstances.” --Martha Washington


"Why are you and Daddy not as close as Ben and Alec?" Sammy asked one day as she sat in Samael's living room, coloring in a book. "Brothers are supposed to be best friends."

The question caught him by surprise, and Samael could only look over at the four year old he was babysitting for the afternoon. Sammy was intent on her picture, not even looking up as she asked her question out of the blue, and he took a moment before answering it.

"Your Dad and I are that close," he explained gently. "More, in fact. But..." How to explain that life happens and sometimes it's not what you hope to a child.

"Did you have a big fight?"

"No. I just..." He bit his lip and sat on the floor across from her. "You know how sometimes your brothers do something that make you very mad, but you end up forgiving them for being mean?"

"Yeah."

"But sometimes you are still mad even when they said they were sorry, and you're still mad but you don't act like it?"

"Uh huh."

Samael gave her a small smile. "Your Dad just feels that way. He's still mad at me, even though he knows I'm sorry. And one day we're going to be very close again like we were, just not yet. But that doesn't mean he stopped loving me."

"I'm gonna tell Daddy to stop being mad at you." Sammy put her crayon down and looked at her uncle across the table. "You can't be that bad."

He just looked at her and smiled. "He will stop being mad when he's ready."

"But you need Daddy. You're sad." She got up and walked over, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. "Ben and Alec fight but they are never sad because they have each other. You need Daddy and then Daddy and you would be sad."

Tears came to Samael's eyes and he hugged his niece back tightly. Sammy then pulled back and gave Samael a kiss on his cheek. "Don't cry."

Wiping his cheek, Samael smiled at the little girl. He knew that he and Dean would eventually get back to being brothers again like they had been. Maybe never that close. It would be different, and at moments like this, Sam remembered that his sacrifice had still been the right choice.

Because this beautiful little girl wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him.

"I'm just happy," Samael told her, ruffling her head. "Let's start cleaning up. Your daddy will be here to pick you up soon."

"Then I will tell him to stop being mad at you."

He sighed and chuckled. "Why don't I tell him that, and you tell him about the llama you got to pet at the zoo today?"

"And how it sneezed on you and got boogers on your shoe!"

"I'm sure he would enjoy hearing about that instead."
likely_evil: (Samael - staring)
What is something forbidden that you want to indulge in?

There are nights were Samael still wakes up and can taste her against his lips; closes his eyes and remembers the press of her body against his, Lilith's cries of ecstasy in his ears that keeps him coming back for more.

To please her. To pleasure her. To be her king to her Queen in Hell.

He had been powerful there. No demon dared to disobey him. He could still feel the hellfire in his veins as he remembered being able to rip demons apart with his bare hands, and then rewarded as her fingers laced through his hair and she pulled him down for a kiss.

. . . )
likely_evil: (Samael - staring)
[verse: [livejournal.com profile] greypicketfence in which Sam is in Hell as Lilith's consort. After this but before this]

Samael's head rolled on the rack. Today was a bad day and Samael knew he deserved the punishment that had been dealt to him. He had refused her and that meant he was back with Alastair. But this was a short punishment - only 6 months. And he took it, giving the screams Alastair loved to hear so that it went faster.

It hurt less when you screams, Samael had learned.

And now there was the gentle touch on his face, and he opened his eyes to look at her. Lilith smiled at him, her other hand gently pushing back his hair from his face. "My darling, do you feel you have repented from you sins against me?"

"Yes, my love," Samael stated, turning his head to kiss her palm in apology. Lilith smiled at that and nodded, the hooks retracted and he slid off the rack. But he did not fall this time, instead standing on his feet and looking down at the beautiful queen in front of him.

"Then you can come home to me." She took his hand and led him away from the racks, back to the castle he had come to call home.

... )
likely_evil: (Angry - Trapped)
Title: Cutting at the Heart and Soul
Author: [livejournal.com profile] likely_evil
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt Used: [livejournal.com profile] 50prompts: Table 4.10 - Flesh
Pairing/Characters: Sam Winchester, Alastair, Lilith
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Sorry. Just like playing with the pretties.
Warnings: Following a major character death.
Notes: takes place in [livejournal.com profile] greypicketfence verse after this post.




You can't hold back the screams, Alastair had told him his first day on the rack. You may think you're brave. That you're noble. But everyone screams. Listen to them, Sam. Join in the chorus and maybe I'll be gentle.

Sam had rolled his eyes to the demon with the knife. Lilith stood off to the side, a demented smile on her face. He could see her now, not the children that she inhabited. Instead it was the form she saw herself as, the sulfur acting as flesh in this dimension.

Any other time, any other person, he would have thought her beautiful. Beyond his reach even. But he knew better, and just hissed as the knife cut deeper into him.

He didn't scream until the 23rd cut... )

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