En Route from Thunder Road to Blueberry Hill, Sunday Night

[beenthroughthat]

He'd promised Phoebe he wouldn't try and go after Cole alone, but Sam justified his brief trip back to his own house by telling himself that he'd only gone to get a few changes of clothes and things he needed, and he'd be right back

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[holdingontolove]

The odds? They were good, as a matter of fact. After all, he was keeping a close eye on Anders and Phoebe's movements. So he watched Anders go to his house, and on his return, he stepped out onto the road. "Miss me?" he said.

[beenthroughthat]

Of course. Dammit.

Sam sighed. "You say that like you being here right now makes everything better."

[holdingontolove]

"Better for me," he agreed. "Not so much for you. Then again, you used to love what I did to you."

[beenthroughthat]

"Used to." Sam took a careful step or two back. "'course, that was when you weren't crazy and, you know, we both wanted it."

[holdingontolove]

He looked around. "There's a bar around here, right? How about we go in the alley behind it, for old time's sake?"

[beenthroughthat]

"Like hell," snapped Sam. "I'm not playing demon fraktoy again, not to someone who tried to kill me."

Without warning, he turned and began to run.

[holdingontolove]

He shimmered in front of him to block his path. "You're not going to get away that easily," he said. "You don't want me to turn you into a watercooler again, do you?"

[beenthroughthat]

"No, because I don't have that icon uploaded here. Oh, for frak's sake," Sam said disgustedly. "A watercooler? That's the best you can come up with?"

[holdingontolove]

"First thing that came to mind," he admitted. "But I could always turn you into something else. Something to put you on ice for awhile."

[beenthroughthat]

Sam's gut went cold, but he refused to let it show in his face. "You lay a hand on me and people are going to flip their shit."

[holdingontolove]

"I'm so scared," he mocked. "What are they going to do? Wail and moan at me?"

[beenthroughthat]

"They'll stop you if they have to," Sam said levelly. "Even if it'll tear Phoebe apart -- again -- to have to do it. You really want that for her?"

[holdingontolove]

"I want her," he growled. "It doesn't matter what she wants. Doesn't matter what anyone else wants. No one can stop me."

[beenthroughthat]

"You want her, no matter what she wants?" snarled Sam. Anger boiled up inside him, and he took two strides toward Cole, his eyes sparking. "I thought there was enough of the guy we loved left in there to save. Maybe I was wrong."

[holdingontolove]

"You can't save me," he laughed. "Nobody can. This is what I am. This is what I was always meant to be."

[beenthroughthat]

"This is a frakking joke," snapped Sam, touching the bracelet around his left wrist. "A pathetic imitation of what you were meant to be."