They call me the Anti-Christ

ooc: Dean is winchesterjerk

The night before it all went down, Sam tucked letters away that he was writing while Dean was out getting dinner. But as he got to Lana's, his fingers just tapped on the paper until finally he tossed it down. He looked over at his stuff on the dresser and got up, grabbing the Ipod off the top. He looked for the recording function, then sat at the edge of the bed. He hesitated for a moment, then hit start...

( For Lana... )

Sam knew he probably looked like one of those old-fashioned movies where the hero came walking into town in the middle of the night, fog rolling in ahead of him. Of course, he was missing the leather pants and the long duster coat.

Instead, he had on his jeans and hooded jacket, and quietly found his way to Lana's place in Smallville. Dean already had his own motel room for the night, and wasn't expecting Sam back for at least 24 hours.

As things between Sam and Dean got better, Sam felt stronger with himself and his interactions with people. He still believed that being around him was dangerous, but he took his own precautions.

And he just missed her so much. They were in town, and he couldn't not come to visit.

He was quick as he picked the lock into her place, making sure no one was paying any attention to him. The alarm was quickly disarmed, and he was pleased to see her salt lines were in place, and as he walked through the home, he knelt to place a new hex bag behind a few books on a shelf.

Making his way into the bedroom, he smiled at seeing her there snuggled under the blankets. Barely making a noise, he leaned over her and brushed some hair from her face before planting a kiss on her forehead.

As her eyes opened to look at who was in the room, he just smiled at her. "Hey. Mind if I join you?"

ooc: it's a canon verse, but this is going to take place AFTER tonight's episode timeline wise.

Sam had learned a few years ago that when Dean was having emotional issues, he hunted vampires. Vampires let him get out all that pent-up aggression that he could release while hacking the head off something that was attacking him.

No need to save a possessed person inside. The vampire knew what they were doing (most times) and were hurting humans (ALMOST all the time), so there was no guilt in those kinds of hunts. Just pure violence.

Though Sam had to admit they had gotten a bit over their heads on this one. And once the clan had gotten the scent of the Winchesters...

They were squatting right now, similar to what they had done when Gordon had turned into a vampire. They had counted the numbers of this group and realized that there were too many for just the two of them. Bobby was out of the picture, and Cas was off finding God, so they didn't have many other options.

After a quick argument, Sam picked up the cellphone and dialed Faith and hoped that she wasn't that far away.

After what happened that night, Sam couldn't risk it. Lucifer was trying to find him, and it was only Castiel's etchings in his ribs that was keeping him safe.

But how long that was going to last, Sam didn't know. He didn't know, and the idea that Lucifer would do anything to get into him scared him more than he had ever felt before. So he did what he had to and broke all the remaining ties that he had with people besides Bobby - he swore long ago not to shut Bobby out ever - packed up his gear and got out of town before the sun was even up.

He left a goodbye note for Lindsay, apologizing for what had happened to her. He had started to like her, just as a friend and he had already nearly gotten her killed. Not again. Not to her... or anyone else.

After that, anyone who tried to call Sam - except Bobby and the rare instance that Dean would want to reach out - they would get this.



ooc: not going on hiatus. Sam is just going into hiding in canon verses until at least next Thursday. No guarantees he will respond either.