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Post by Jason Samuel Del Rossi on Aug 30, 2012 23:20:54 GMT -8
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(don't forget to read the note at the bottom of this thread)
Ever since Castiel brought the wall in Sam's head down, the youngest Winchester had been struggling. It all started when Sam had said yes to Lucifer. You heard right. Lucifer was wearing him to prom. Sam prepared for this moment. Drinking more demon blood than he ever had. He needed the strength for when he made the deal of the century. This was their last hope in defeating Lucifer. Their last chance. He was their last hope. The plan. Had to stick with the plan. Say yes to Lucifer. Sounded so easy. Just take control. That was what the demon blood was for. Strength. Jump into the pit. So much easier said than done. However, plans just never turn out the way that one would plan. Sam had lost; Lucifer had taken control. Sammy had become a prisoner inside of his own head. Sammy was gone. As much as Sam had really tried to take control, Lucifer was just too strong. He was unable to take control. Unable … until …
Sam could remember every moment of that day so clearly. He was watching everything happening and there had been nothing that he could do to stop it. Nothing at all. He fought against it. But what was the point anymore? Lucifer was just too strong. What made him think that he could ever win this fight? Nothing. It was just their last piece of hope. It was the only chance in saving this messed up world. Why save it? It was so full of pain and torment and sadness. Why would anyone even care if the world came to an end anyway? But they did. Sure, there was so much bad in this world. Sure, the world was filled with blood and pain and so much heartache. There were also good things about living. Falling in love and family. So much love in this world. They had to save it. But it seemed as though their last hope was no more. It seemed that Lucifer had won the war. And would eventually destroy this planet. In time.
But something happened. Sam was watching Lucifer pumble his brother to a bloody pulp when something caught his eye. Something inside the car. A little army man shoved inside of the ashtray in the car door. Memories flashed by so quickly. Memories from when the two brothers were kids to now. Him and Dean. And Sam was not going to let Lucifer kill his big brother. Not in a million years. He had to stop this. But he understood why Dean came here. Even if he knew that there was no way of reaching Sam. He had always been the protective older brother. Through thick and thin. Even when Sam was a jerk and addicted to demon blood. He still ended up forgiving his baby brother. Dean had never once left his brother's side and he was not about to start now. He would stand by Sam. Until the very end. But this one thing, these flashbacks, is what caused Sam to step back and take control of his own body.
“It's okay, Dean. It's gonna be okay. I've got him.”
And it would be okay. All okay. Soon enough. Even if this was sacrificing himself. It was something that needed to be done. And he was the only person who could do the job. And Sam quickly had pulled out the rings from the pocket of his jacket and tossed it to the ground, a hole opening up. A hole that would put Lucifer right back into the pit. That would trap him inside it as well. And then Michael tried to stop him. When Sam began to fall in, Michael grabbed onto his arm and the two both fell into the pit. And then the hole closed up and Sam Winchester was gone.
Sam: “This thing goes our way and I … Triple Lindy into that box … y-you know I'm not coming back.”
Dean: “Yeah, I'm aware.”
Sam: “So you got to promise me something.”
Dean: “Okay. Yeah. Anything.”
Sam: “You got to promise not to try to bring me back.”
Dean: “What? No. I didn't sign up for that.”
Sam: “Dean--”
Dean: “Your Hell is gonna make my tour look like Graceland. Y-you want me to just sit by and do nothing?”
Sam: “Once the cage is shut, you can't go poking at it, Dean. It's too risky.”
Dean: “No, no, no, no, no. As if I'm just gonna let you rot in there.”
Sam: “Yeah, you are. You don't have a choice.”
Dean: “You can't ask me to do this.”
Sam: “I'm sorry, Dean. You have to.”
Dean: “So then what am I suppose to do?”
Sam: “You go find Lisa. You pray to God she's dumb enough to take you in, and you—you have barbecues and go to football games. You go live some normal, apple-pie life, Dean. Promise me.”
And that was what Dean did. He went and found Lisa. And she took him in. Dean did not want to let his baby brother rot in that cage. He wanted more than anything to find a way to bring his brother back. It had always been his job to protect his brother. And he had failed that time and time again. And this time, there was nothing left for Dean to do. He did want Sam had asked of him. Because he had made a promise. Dean didn't want Cas to save him. Every part of him, every fiber that he had, wanted to die, or find a way to bring Sam back. But he did not and would not do either. Because he made a promise. A promise to Sam. And he was going to keep that promise. So what did it all add up to? It's hard to say. But the brothers did alright. Up against good, evil, angels, devils, destiny, and God himself, they made their own choice. They chose family. And, well … isn't that kinda the whole point?
What Dean had not known was that Sam had been brought back. Had been rescued from the pit. But how? No one knew. But he was indeed back. Sam, however, did not contact Dean. He couldn't. He was finally living the normal life that he deserved and he did not want to ruin that for him. So he went on, continuing his job as a hunter. And he started working with Samuel (his grandfather) and a few others. Family. But no one knew how Samuel was brought back either. And Dean never knew. Not until a year after Sam jumped into the pit to save the world. And that was because Dean was in trouble. He had been poisoned and would have died if Sam hadn't have injected him with the antidoit.
But let's not get into this. Let's go on with what was wrong with Sam. Why he acted the way he did. Why he did not seem like himself which led Dean to think that maybe it could have not been Sam but maybe Lucifer instead. It was Sam, though. And yes, there was something wrong with him. When Sam had been brought back, rescued from the pit, a very important piece of him had been left behind. His soul. And Dean would do everything that he could to find away to get the old Sam back. When he finally contacted death and was made a deal, he thought that this was it. That they would finally be getting his brother back. But Sam, he did not like that at all. He found out about a ritual that he could use to prevent his soul from being forced back in. And he needed the blood of his father. 'You need the blood of your father, but your father needn't be blood.' And that meant only one person. Bobby. So close. Sam had been so close to getting Bobby's blood and then Dean showed up and stopped his brother. Death had gotten Sam's soul and put it where it belonged, placing up a wall.
Dean: “Oh, this can’t be good.” (Dean pulls up near a black van and gets out of the car.) “Sam? Sam!” (Dean enters the building where Sam is.)
Lucifer (as Dean): “Oh look. Another me.”
Dean: “Sam, what are you doing?”
(Sam points his gun at Dean. Dean holds up his hands.)
Dean: “Whoa, whoa!”
Sam: “I was with you, Dean!”
Dean: “Okay. Well, here I am.”
Sam: “No. No, I don’t, I...”
(Sam looks at Lucifer, then back at Dean.)
Sam: “I can’t know that for sure. You understand me?”
Dean: “Okay, now we’re gonna have to start small.”
Sam: “I don’t remember driving here.”
Lucifer: “Well that’s because I drove. You thought.” (to Dean) “Sam is very suggestible.”
(Sam shoots at nothing where he thinks Lucifer is.)
Dean: “Whoa, whoa! Sam! This discussion does not require a weapons discharge!”
(Sam is breathing heavily. He lowers his weapon.)
Dean: “Look at me. Come on. You don’t know what’s real? Look man, I’ve been to Hell. Okay, I know a thing or two about torture. Enough to know that it feels different. Than the pain of this, this regular, stupid, crappy this.”
Sam: “No, no, how can you know that for sure?”
Dean: “Let me see your hand.”
(Dean reaches out his hand. Sam lifts his right hand.)
Dean: “No, no. The, the gimp hand! Let me see it.”
Lucifer: “Smell you, Florence Nightingale.”
(Sam looks around at Lucifer. Dean grabs Sam’s bandaged left hand.)
Dean: “Hey.”
(Dean shakes Sam's hand.)
Dean: “This is real. Not a year ago, not in Hell, now. I was with you when you cut it, I sewed it up! Look!”
(Dean squeezes Sam’s bandaged left hand and grabs the barrel of the gun Sam is holding with his other hand. Lucifer appears next to Dean and flickers.)
Lucifer: “We’ve done a lot more with pain.”
(Sam takes an indrawn breath and winces.)
Dean: “This is different. Right? Then the crap that’s tearing at your walnut? I’m different. Right?”
(Sam takes his hands away. Dean keeps Sam's gun.)
Sam: “Yeah, I think so.”
Lucifer: “You sure about that, bunk buddy?”
(Sam is looking at Lucifer, next to Dean.)
Dean: “Sam? Sam.”
(Sam pushes his right thumb against his wound, which bleeds through the bandage. Lucifer flickers again.)
Lucifer: “Doesn’t mean anything.”
Dean: “Hey. I am your flesh-and-blood brother, okay? I’m the only one who can legitimately kick your ass in real time. You got away. We got you out, Sammy.”
Lucifer: “Sammy. Sammy.”
(Sam continues to push his thumb hard against his wound.)
Lucifer: “Sammy, I’m the only one who can...”
(Lucifer flickers and disappears.)
Dean: “Believe in that! Believe me, okay? You gotta believe me. You gotta make it stone number one and build on it. You understand?”
(Sam nods.)
Sam: “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
But that did not last long. He still saw Lucifer. And it was getting worse. So much worse. The devil was practically screaming in his head, morning and night. Needed to get out. Needed to get away. He hadn't slept in days and was exhausted. But Lucifer was making it practically impossible to fall asleep. Laying in bed in the motel room, he looked over at Dean. He was sound asleep. Getting up, Sam had slipped on his shoes and got up, grabbing the keys off the end table to the Impala outside. He looked back to his older brother, before stepping out of the motel room and getting into the car. Lucifer appeared beside him, sitting in the passenger seat, as Sam started up the car and pulled out of the parking lot.
“You actually think that you can get away from me, Sammy? Not gonna happen.”
But Sam did not respond. He just shook his head and kept driving on down the road. 'Not real.' he kept repeating in his own mind. 'Not real.' He turned on the radio, making it rather loud. Had to drown the devil out. He wasn't really there.
“Sammy.” Lucifer said in a song song voice. “You can't ignore me. I'm always here.”
“Just go away!” Sam had practically yelled.
“Awww. You talked to me. Told ya you couldn't ignore me.”
Sam shook his head and pulled over to the side of the empty road. He turned off the engine and got out, walking fast. He had to get away. But how could you possibly escape an hallucination? Lucifer kept up with him, walking right beside him. “Just stop. Leave me alone, damnit.”
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Post by Lindsay Chase on Aug 31, 2012 0:41:03 GMT -8
It was a typical Saturday night, spent with Angel, Gunn, Fred and Wesley at Lorne's place, listening to Angel attempt a song. God, the vampire couldn't sing. It was noble, the things he did for people. She watched Fred and Gunn flirt away, to the dismay of Wes. Poor Wesley. Cordy didn't mean to get his hopes up like that. She honestly thought Fred loved him. But apparently, it was Gunn. Whoops. The twenty-one year old sighed, and as Angel finished his song, attempted to applaud him. She stood as he got off the stage, ready to ask what he found out from Lorne. And then it hit.
The vision knocked her flat off her feet, falling to her knees with an agonizing scream.She could hear Fred calling out to Angel, and Angel rushing to her. She could faintly hear her name, but she was in a different place. Her vision took her out of Los Angeles. It took her to a place where a guy had a gun, shooting at another guy. She looked around in a panic, trying to figure out who they were, why she was seeing them. But all she could get were the words Sam, Dean, and Hell. And then, just as suddenly as it started, the vision was over. Cordelia slowly stood, trying to regain some sense of balance. Questioning eyes surrounded her, and all she could do was ask if they knew who Sam and Dean were.
Of course, Angel and Wes had no idea. She tried to recall the vision once more, but she couldn't see anything that gave away a location. So, just as Angel had done, Cordy found herself on stage, nervously singing out Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. When she finished, Lorne looked nervous. He insisted that the two be alone for this one. So, saying goodnight to her friends, she followed him into a private room. "Listen, sweet-cakes. I wouldn't involve Angel in this one."
"why? What did you see?"
"All I can tell you, is that you're dealing with the devil."
"The devil?"
"and Angels"
"and--wait. What?"
"It's confusing to me, too. But one thing was clear. You need the Slayer's watcher."
Giles. Cordelia hadn't seen or spoken to him since she left Sunnydale. None of what Lorne told her made any sense. Why would she be dealing with both angels and the devil? But, she didn't question it. Instead, she gave Giles a call. And as she sat on her bed, waiting for him to take her back off of hold, Dennis was apparently packing for her. She watched as clothes were being folded and placed into her suitcase. "Not that shirt! I'm getting rid of it. It makes me look fat." As the shirt was tossed in the trash can, she giggled. "Thank you, Dennis." She had to admit, she liked living with her ghost. It wasn't nearly as bad as one might think. After all, he did save her life. When Giles came back to the phone, her attention went back to him. "Yeah, I'm here."
He was able to tell her everything. Apparently, there had been a big Lucifer-Michael battle, and how the Watchers Council knew, she had no clue, but they did. Man, those guys just knew everything, didn't they? According to Giles, Sam Winchester was the man who Lucifer took over, so when he went back to hell, so did Sam. Obviously, he had to be back, or she wouldn't be all visionary about him. She was able to get a guestimate on where he might be, and with that, she decided to buy an airline ticket. She didn't tell Angel, because she knew he'd want to go with her, and Lorne said not to involve him. So, instead, she went on her own, without letting any of them know.
She had no clue what she was going to do once she found him, or what she would say or anything. She hoped the PTB would give her a clearer vision soon. But when she found him on a random road, she hadn't received anything yet. She told the cab to drop her off here, despite the look he gave her that practically declared her insane. She slid her sunglasses on top of her head and approached him. As she did, though, she heard what he had to say, loud and clear.
“Just stop. Leave me alone, damnit.”
Cordelia frowned. Stop? But, she had never even met him before. Who did he think she was. "Excuse me?" she answered him, not realizing he hadn't been addressing her. Well, that was rude! And here she was, trying to help. |
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Post by Jason Samuel Del Rossi on Aug 31, 2012 1:44:34 GMT -8
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Dean could never fully understand any of this. After all, how could he really? Not even Sam understood this and he was the one going through it. This time, his brother was not going to be able to save him. Really, both of the brothers were already suppose to be dead. They each died time and time again. Only to cheat the system. Maybe this was what was suppose to happen. Maybe this time, it was it. Maybe he was not suppose to make it on further. Maybe he could finally just end it all, be done with the hunting and the violence and losing people that they both deeply cared about. Sam remember the first time that he had died. It was when him and several other 'special children' (thanks to the demon Azazel) had been kidnapped and woke up in an abandoned little town. Looked more like a ghost town. Maybe his journey should have really ended there. If he had just stayed dead, then he would have never killed Lilith. And then the apocalypse would have never begun. Actually, if Sam had just stayed dead, then Dean would have never sold his soul and be dragged into Hell. 'Cause if Dean had never been in Hell, then he would have never broken that first of 66 seals and Sam never would have broken that final seal.
Sam: “I think we can make it out of here now.”
Jake: “But the Acheri demon…”
Sam: “No, no, no. Ava was summoning it, controlling it. It shouldn’t come back now that she’s dead. We’ve gotta go.”
Jake: “Not 'we', Sam. Only one of us is getting out of here. I’m sorry.”
Sam: “What?”
JAake: “I had a vision. That Yellow-Eyed Demon or whatever it was, he talked to me. He told me how it was.”
Sam: “No, Jake, listen. You can’t listen to him.”
Jake: “Sam, he’s not letting us go. Only one. Now, if we don’t play along, he’ll kill us both. Now, I like you, man. I do. But do the math here. What good’s it do for both of us to die? Now, I can get out of here. I get close to the demon, I can kill the bastard.”
Sam: “You come with me, we can kill him together.”
Jake: “How do I know you won’t turn on me?”
Sam: “I won’t.”
Jake: “I don’t know that.”
Sam: “Okay, look.”
[He takes out his knife, shows it to Jake, and places it on the ground.]
Sam: “Just come with me, Jake. Don’t do this. Don’t play into what it wants.”
[After a pause, Jake places his weapon on the ground as well. Sam looks very relieved.]
Sam: “Okay.”
[Suddenly, Jake punches him. With his super-strength, Sam goes flying across the field and crashes onto the ground. Jake approaches, kicking down the fence and leaning over Sam. Sam stands and fights back, punching Jake. The two continue fighting for a while until finally, Sam grabs the iron bar that Jake was using and knocks Jake out. He thinks of killing Jake with the iron rod but decides to leave him alone.]
[Down the street, Bobby and Dean are approaching.]
Dean: “Sam!”
Sam: “Dean!”
[Jake suddenly wakes up. He grabs the knife that Sam had placed on the ground.]
Dean: “Sam, look out!”
[Too late. Jake stabs the knife right through Sam’s back.]
Dean: “No!”
[Jake twists the knife, creating a massive wound, before running away. Sam falls to his knees. While Bobby chases after Jake, Dean slides to the ground in front of Sam. He grabs at Sam's clothing, trying to keep him conscious.]
Dean: “Sam!”
[Sam falls forward onto Dean's shoulder.]
Dean: “Whoa, whoa, Sam. Sam! Hey! Come here. Let me look at you.”
[He places his hand on Sam's wound, covering his entire palm in blood.]
Dean: “Hey, look at me. It’s not even that bad. It’s not even that bad, all right? Sammy? Sam! Hey, listen to me. We’re gonna patch you up, okay? You’re gonna be good as new. I’m gonna take care of you. I’m gonna take you care of you. I’ve got you. That’s my job, right? Watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother? Sam? Sam! Sammy!”
[Sam's eyes slide shut. His entire body slumps forward.]
Dean: “No. No, no, no, no. Oh, God.”
[With tears streaming down his face, Dean holds Sam in his arms as he dies.]
Dean: “Sam!”
That memory just hit him like a ton of bricks. It was so vivid. Maybe that was when this whole mess had started. Maybe Sam would have been better off staying dead. Maybe the entire world would have been better off. Hard to believe that that had happen a little over four years ago. But Dean was not about to just sit back and let his little brother stay dead. But what he did, was he really just being rather selfish? The whole apocalype could have been avoided. Lives could have been spared. Was it really worth it at all? No, it really was not. It wasn't worth it in the least bit.
But Sam did understand it. Their father had done the same thing not even a year before. Making a deal in order to save Dean's life. Then Dean made a deal in order to save Sam's life. He tried, he really tried, to find a way out of Dean's deal. But then it was too late. And Dean was gone. Killed by those Hell Hounds. Taken down to Hell.And Sam spent weeks, months even, trying to find a way to save Dean. He spent those months, angery and alone. He even tried making a deal but no demon would deal. And then he was out of options. Maybe this whole mess was the Winchesters fault? Maybe he was being punished.
“Saaammmy.” That voice rang out in his ears and Sam looked up and over at Lucifer. He was still here. He was always there. And then he realized that some woman had spoke to him and the guy quickly got to his feet. It was obvious how tired he was just by looking at him. “Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't-I didn't realize that anyone was here.” And he hadn't. He was to busy trying to get Lucifer to leave him alone.
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Post by Lindsay Chase on May 29, 2013 16:42:04 GMT -8
Cordy sighed and nodded. She believed it, because if he didn't have something wrong with him, then she wouldn't be here. "It's ok. Look, we don't have a lot of time. I'm not used to doing this whole help the helpless thing alone. So, rushing through formalities here. I'm Cordelia Chase. I know, you probably don't know who I am. They never do. God, I swear, just once I would like to help someone who can see me coming." With a sigh, she shook her head, clearly frustrated and tired. But before she could say anything else, she was on her knees again.
Clutching her head, she screamed out in pain. She closed her eyes, watching the same scene as she had earlier. Although, this time, she heard it. The male voice. "Saaammmyyy". The voice was taunting. Menacing. Somehow, she knew that this was it. That was her bad guy. She just didn't know who he was. When the vision was over, though, a force knocked her flat on her back. She didn't know what the powers wanted her to do here! Was there really anything that she could do?
She would figure it out. She had to. Because, her knight with shining fangs wasn't here to help. For a second, though, she wished she had at least gotten the Slayer to come along. But no, she was here alone. She struggled to stand up, but once she did, she faced him. "Look, I'm not going to sugar coat it. Who's calling you Sammy? Because I've been sent by a higher power to kick his ass." Or something like that. |
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