FF Running With the Devil 22
Title:Running With the Devil
Author: Dark Wyldchilde (wyldchilde37@yahoo.com)
Rating: Let's err on the side of caution and go NC-17.
Setting: My Lock AU, starting with "Life on the Farm". While it started more traditional fan fic, this is the eighth in the series and most wonderfully has developed into it's own world, that just happens to be populated by characters from other series.
Summary: The soldiers of the Lock are coming to the understanding that the reason there isn't a plural for the word apocalypse is because it would devalue the concept, and the doomsdays that they have been facing have simply been warming them up.
Spoilers: While this IS it's own universe now I will freely draw upon Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, NCIS, the Executioner/Stonyman Farm and now Supernatural.
Disclaimers: This is a not for profit work of fanfic and is in no way a challenge to existing copyrights.
Wyld's Notes: I tried not to write this fic. Literally, I thought having three cannons in the same universe was pushing it (I count Buffy and Angel as one for obvious reasons), but when I tried to NOT write this my muse overruled me, and since people have been finding the other things she's encouraged me to write worth their time I figured I would share this as well.
Chapter 22.
When the returning patrol of slayers passed Sam Winchester in the hall smiled at him he smiled right back, until they had gotten down the hall and could no longer see his face turn into a frown.
It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the resources the Lock was making available to them, but just that he was realizing there was a reason he and Dean didn't tend to sit still for too long.
That the Lock was making such incredible resources available to them wasn't helping.
Already the Lock's people had dug up enough to convince them that Mom was probably a hunter before she met Dad.
They had started at the deaths of Samuel and Deana Campbell. Even the ME who had did the autopsies way back then had noted the unusual strength of the attacker, but upon further examination of the files with Ducky they had factored in the supernatural and the picture had become clearer.
Deana Campbell had died first of a broken neck in the Campbell home. That the one who had broken it had been of approximately the same height as her husband had been considered, but not rejected because there was "no way" he had the strength to break bone in the brutal fashion Deana's neck had been.
Further analysis of the autopsy files had Ducky SURE that Samuel's knife wound to the stomach had been self inflicted.
In both cases the ferocity of the wounds would be explained if Samuel Campbell had been possessed.
That the deaths had occurred in 1973, ten years before that fateful night in Sam's nursery couldn't be a coincidence.
The fact that they had encountered their mother's ghost haunting their old house in Lawrence said that she hadn't sold her soul, but between the ten years and the vision Azazel had shown Sam where she had said "You!" upon finding Azazel made it fairly clear that some deal had been struck.
With the Campbell's the way mysterious deaths around the family came to mysterious ends just made it clear to the brother's that their hunter legacy had started long before John Winchester set out to find the thing that had killed his wife.
It was knowledge that had made sitting relatively still for the past month well worth it.
"Relatively" being the operative word as they still looked for cases, but now had Willow, her mainframes, and her libraries to help them with research. With "help" more meaning dig up the needed info faster then Sam and his lap top ever could.
Yet Mom's likely history was not the only thing they had learned.
At first they started with blood tests that confirmed that Sam's blood did indeed nave qualities similar to those found in Jake Talley, and the body Azazel had died in.
They then literally looked deeper as a small sample of Sam's bone marrow had been harvested and found to have been altered from what the marrow they had harvested from Dean as a comparison.
The new working theory being that at six months Sam's still developing body had been basically tricked into thinking the demon blood was supposed to be a part of him, and started manufacturing it naturally.
Sort of like the demon blood vampires he and Dean would slay with the patrols when no cases were available, but faster.
Maybe because Sam's living body was growing and developing while the immortal, dead, bodies of the vampires were designed to do the exact opposite, or maybe because Azazel was such a ranking demon, maybe Azazel's kids had a genetic predisposition, or maybe all three... there were countless theories Sam was been kicking around with the Lock's scientific assets.
Today however he was out to talk with one of their brains, Lex, their resident black magick expert.
When he had first heard her handle of "Black Magick Woman" back during their video conference he had figured it was as much a Santana reference as an occult one. He later came to learn that in their continuing theme of not caring what you were, but rather what you did, she was actually their expert on all matters in the dark arts.
That she was using that expertise to try to save Dean's soul would have been more then enough for Sam, but when a closer look on the reports about the demon's blood that had made itself a permanent part of his body had her as the primary source of information he decided to track her down and ask his questions directly.
She hadn't been all that difficult to track as she really was that popular with the women of the Lock, and they would mark the woman's passage... with the sorts of expressions that had made Sam slightly uncomfortable as he asked around trying to find her.
Just the small sampling he got as he was looking for her had him throwing out his 50% estimate, and guessing Lex's "popularity" at 3/4's or more.
It made for a reasonable explanation of Dean's seemingly permanent grin.
It was also Dean's excuse for spending as much free time hanging around Faith as he could get. Which was another reason Sam was starting to get restless, because he wasn't the only one noticing.
Those troubling thoughts, and all others left Sam's head as he finally found Lex, walking out of the women's shower, and while she did have a towel the fact that she did have the one, and she had it wrapped around her hair caused Sam's well developed mind to freeze up.
Namely because she was as comfortable with her nudity as people had said, and upon seeing the athletic woman's well proportioned frame he had to agree with the consensus that she had nothing to be ashamed of.
"Sam right? Hi, I'm Lex. I'm sorry we haven't been able to meet until now, but between my field assignments, and my research on your families black magick ties I've absolutely swamped, but I'm guessing that's probably why you're here."
He managed to nod with slight difficulty. Following the woman's shapely backside as she turned and started to walk was much easier.
"Okay, I need to head back to my quarters for some clothes, but you're welcome to tag along and ask any questions you've got."
Though Sam had many questions his first came from her statement. "You've got quarters? Don't they have showers of their own?" Was asked as they walked down the hall.
Lex had a rather wicked laugh at his question. "I do, but the shower in my quarter's doesn't have as regular of a supply of wet and soapy naked women the communal shower does."
Sam found his brain in danger of shutting down again as he was able to read enough into the statement to know that her shower did have a supply of wet and soapy naked women, just not as many as the communal shower.
He feared he was channeling Dean as he wondered just how regular a supply her shower did have, and then he did have to shake his head to clear it as he realized showering had really just been a pretense when he had found her
Not allowing himself to contemplate what had obviously just been going on Sam cleared his throat, twice, before speaking.
"I do have questions, but there more personal."
She nodded as they walked, Sam using his longer stride to move to walk side by side so he could stare straight ahead and hopefully avoid distraction.
"Well, you've got both decent shine and body. Have you considered changing your conditioner? All the traveling can really strip away nutrients, and when you factor in the rigors of hunting monsters split ends are just the beginning."
That got a small chuckle as Sam ran the fingers of his right hand through his hair and looked over... his eyes seeming to find their own way to a set of firm and perky breasts tipped with light brown nipples still pebbled from the cool air.
Dragging his eyes forward again Sam coughed. "No, serious questions."
Lex's voice softened. "I figured, but I'm guessing tracking me down to ask them means things will probably be stressed, and a little preemptive deflating of the pressure seemed like a good idea."
While her rep seemed to be 70% lesbian love goddess, and 30% mistress of black magick Sam had to admit that level of insight was impressive.
Nothing else was said until they had reached her quarters and she took the towel off her head and finished drying off.. "So what were your questions?"
First Sam had a request. "Could you get dressed first?"
That brought her up short, but then she smiled. "Well I'll be. You really ARE that sweet. Okay."
An oversized t-shirt was quickly put on, and Sam noticed a college logo on the shirt. A college man himself he couldn't help but look to see where she had went.
Then he saw the shirt was from the fictional "Arkham University" of H.P. Lovecraft's works, and he laughed softly.
She was grinning as she met his eyes. "All right Sam. What were your questions?"
"In your reports on demon's blood you say it 'enhances' the drinker. How?"
She motioned him to sit down on the chair at her desk while she sat down Indian style on her bed.
"It depends on the subject. In the case of the demon bloods the effects were more consistent because they are corpses reanimated by vampire blood in almost the exact same manner, but with you and the other kids Azazel laced the effects varied. Except for the twins, they developed the exact same power."
He shook his head vigorously. "I'm not talking about the powers! Except for me, Andy, and a girl named Lily every one of Azazel's special kids went evil. Even the demon blood became a more vicious breed of vampire."
"Not all." Her reply was softly spoke. "Scott Carey didn't. From the notes we got from his psychiatrist Azazel was trying to get him to, but he resisted."
That got another head shake from Sam. "Gordon Walker just killed him first."
Her voice stayed soft, but had a chastising tone. "You don't know that, and there is nothing in his history that supports you assuming that about him." Still speaking softly the chastising tone faded as she slid from sitting Indian style on her bed to sitting on the edge closest to him.
"But that's what this is all about isn't it? You're afraid that there is some sort of evil to the blood, and eventually it will consume you?"
He stood up angrily. "I've got some pretty strong evidence to support it don't I?"
She stood up as well, but calmly, but as she spoke her voice grew stronger in obvious conviction. "Sam, the blood will not effect your actions. I once had a similar argument over black magick itself... your actions are your own."
He looked at her angrily. "When both Ava and Jake gave in they were able to develop new powers!"
Lex shook her head. "When they accepted what they were they unlocked new powers that they chose to do evil things with."
Sighing she dropped her hands to her sides. "You know what? This softball approach never works!"
Stepping close she looked up to meet Sam's eyes with hers. "No free passes here Sam! No excuses! No 'The Devil made me do it!' Even if we end up actually facing the guy. You can do the right thing for the wrong reason, or the wrong thing for the right reason, or you can do the right thing for the right reason, or the wrong thing for the wrong reason, but whatever you do YOU choose to do it!"
Starting to pace Lex's voice grew angry. "You know that conversation I had on black magick? I nearly killed the other person... never mind why, it's a personal issue, but while I had the urge I controlled it. I knew it would be wrong and I chose not to act on it."
"You want a primer on evil power? There it is! Evil gives you an excuse. Evil lets you blame it for doing what YOU want to do. Ava and Jake did evil? Big damn deal, you, Andy and Lily were in the same situation and didn't! The way to tell the good guys from the bad guys are the good guys will accept responsibility for their actions while the bad guys will have a list of reasons why nothing is their fault."
"Any evil you do you will do because you chose to. All evil can do is cheer you on."
Author: Dark Wyldchilde (wyldchilde37@yahoo.com)
Rating: Let's err on the side of caution and go NC-17.
Setting: My Lock AU, starting with "Life on the Farm". While it started more traditional fan fic, this is the eighth in the series and most wonderfully has developed into it's own world, that just happens to be populated by characters from other series.
Summary: The soldiers of the Lock are coming to the understanding that the reason there isn't a plural for the word apocalypse is because it would devalue the concept, and the doomsdays that they have been facing have simply been warming them up.
Spoilers: While this IS it's own universe now I will freely draw upon Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, NCIS, the Executioner/Stonyman Farm and now Supernatural.
Disclaimers: This is a not for profit work of fanfic and is in no way a challenge to existing copyrights.
Wyld's Notes: I tried not to write this fic. Literally, I thought having three cannons in the same universe was pushing it (I count Buffy and Angel as one for obvious reasons), but when I tried to NOT write this my muse overruled me, and since people have been finding the other things she's encouraged me to write worth their time I figured I would share this as well.
Chapter 22.
When the returning patrol of slayers passed Sam Winchester in the hall smiled at him he smiled right back, until they had gotten down the hall and could no longer see his face turn into a frown.
It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the resources the Lock was making available to them, but just that he was realizing there was a reason he and Dean didn't tend to sit still for too long.
That the Lock was making such incredible resources available to them wasn't helping.
Already the Lock's people had dug up enough to convince them that Mom was probably a hunter before she met Dad.
They had started at the deaths of Samuel and Deana Campbell. Even the ME who had did the autopsies way back then had noted the unusual strength of the attacker, but upon further examination of the files with Ducky they had factored in the supernatural and the picture had become clearer.
Deana Campbell had died first of a broken neck in the Campbell home. That the one who had broken it had been of approximately the same height as her husband had been considered, but not rejected because there was "no way" he had the strength to break bone in the brutal fashion Deana's neck had been.
Further analysis of the autopsy files had Ducky SURE that Samuel's knife wound to the stomach had been self inflicted.
In both cases the ferocity of the wounds would be explained if Samuel Campbell had been possessed.
That the deaths had occurred in 1973, ten years before that fateful night in Sam's nursery couldn't be a coincidence.
The fact that they had encountered their mother's ghost haunting their old house in Lawrence said that she hadn't sold her soul, but between the ten years and the vision Azazel had shown Sam where she had said "You!" upon finding Azazel made it fairly clear that some deal had been struck.
With the Campbell's the way mysterious deaths around the family came to mysterious ends just made it clear to the brother's that their hunter legacy had started long before John Winchester set out to find the thing that had killed his wife.
It was knowledge that had made sitting relatively still for the past month well worth it.
"Relatively" being the operative word as they still looked for cases, but now had Willow, her mainframes, and her libraries to help them with research. With "help" more meaning dig up the needed info faster then Sam and his lap top ever could.
Yet Mom's likely history was not the only thing they had learned.
At first they started with blood tests that confirmed that Sam's blood did indeed nave qualities similar to those found in Jake Talley, and the body Azazel had died in.
They then literally looked deeper as a small sample of Sam's bone marrow had been harvested and found to have been altered from what the marrow they had harvested from Dean as a comparison.
The new working theory being that at six months Sam's still developing body had been basically tricked into thinking the demon blood was supposed to be a part of him, and started manufacturing it naturally.
Sort of like the demon blood vampires he and Dean would slay with the patrols when no cases were available, but faster.
Maybe because Sam's living body was growing and developing while the immortal, dead, bodies of the vampires were designed to do the exact opposite, or maybe because Azazel was such a ranking demon, maybe Azazel's kids had a genetic predisposition, or maybe all three... there were countless theories Sam was been kicking around with the Lock's scientific assets.
Today however he was out to talk with one of their brains, Lex, their resident black magick expert.
When he had first heard her handle of "Black Magick Woman" back during their video conference he had figured it was as much a Santana reference as an occult one. He later came to learn that in their continuing theme of not caring what you were, but rather what you did, she was actually their expert on all matters in the dark arts.
That she was using that expertise to try to save Dean's soul would have been more then enough for Sam, but when a closer look on the reports about the demon's blood that had made itself a permanent part of his body had her as the primary source of information he decided to track her down and ask his questions directly.
She hadn't been all that difficult to track as she really was that popular with the women of the Lock, and they would mark the woman's passage... with the sorts of expressions that had made Sam slightly uncomfortable as he asked around trying to find her.
Just the small sampling he got as he was looking for her had him throwing out his 50% estimate, and guessing Lex's "popularity" at 3/4's or more.
It made for a reasonable explanation of Dean's seemingly permanent grin.
It was also Dean's excuse for spending as much free time hanging around Faith as he could get. Which was another reason Sam was starting to get restless, because he wasn't the only one noticing.
Those troubling thoughts, and all others left Sam's head as he finally found Lex, walking out of the women's shower, and while she did have a towel the fact that she did have the one, and she had it wrapped around her hair caused Sam's well developed mind to freeze up.
Namely because she was as comfortable with her nudity as people had said, and upon seeing the athletic woman's well proportioned frame he had to agree with the consensus that she had nothing to be ashamed of.
"Sam right? Hi, I'm Lex. I'm sorry we haven't been able to meet until now, but between my field assignments, and my research on your families black magick ties I've absolutely swamped, but I'm guessing that's probably why you're here."
He managed to nod with slight difficulty. Following the woman's shapely backside as she turned and started to walk was much easier.
"Okay, I need to head back to my quarters for some clothes, but you're welcome to tag along and ask any questions you've got."
Though Sam had many questions his first came from her statement. "You've got quarters? Don't they have showers of their own?" Was asked as they walked down the hall.
Lex had a rather wicked laugh at his question. "I do, but the shower in my quarter's doesn't have as regular of a supply of wet and soapy naked women the communal shower does."
Sam found his brain in danger of shutting down again as he was able to read enough into the statement to know that her shower did have a supply of wet and soapy naked women, just not as many as the communal shower.
He feared he was channeling Dean as he wondered just how regular a supply her shower did have, and then he did have to shake his head to clear it as he realized showering had really just been a pretense when he had found her
Not allowing himself to contemplate what had obviously just been going on Sam cleared his throat, twice, before speaking.
"I do have questions, but there more personal."
She nodded as they walked, Sam using his longer stride to move to walk side by side so he could stare straight ahead and hopefully avoid distraction.
"Well, you've got both decent shine and body. Have you considered changing your conditioner? All the traveling can really strip away nutrients, and when you factor in the rigors of hunting monsters split ends are just the beginning."
That got a small chuckle as Sam ran the fingers of his right hand through his hair and looked over... his eyes seeming to find their own way to a set of firm and perky breasts tipped with light brown nipples still pebbled from the cool air.
Dragging his eyes forward again Sam coughed. "No, serious questions."
Lex's voice softened. "I figured, but I'm guessing tracking me down to ask them means things will probably be stressed, and a little preemptive deflating of the pressure seemed like a good idea."
While her rep seemed to be 70% lesbian love goddess, and 30% mistress of black magick Sam had to admit that level of insight was impressive.
Nothing else was said until they had reached her quarters and she took the towel off her head and finished drying off.. "So what were your questions?"
First Sam had a request. "Could you get dressed first?"
That brought her up short, but then she smiled. "Well I'll be. You really ARE that sweet. Okay."
An oversized t-shirt was quickly put on, and Sam noticed a college logo on the shirt. A college man himself he couldn't help but look to see where she had went.
Then he saw the shirt was from the fictional "Arkham University" of H.P. Lovecraft's works, and he laughed softly.
She was grinning as she met his eyes. "All right Sam. What were your questions?"
"In your reports on demon's blood you say it 'enhances' the drinker. How?"
She motioned him to sit down on the chair at her desk while she sat down Indian style on her bed.
"It depends on the subject. In the case of the demon bloods the effects were more consistent because they are corpses reanimated by vampire blood in almost the exact same manner, but with you and the other kids Azazel laced the effects varied. Except for the twins, they developed the exact same power."
He shook his head vigorously. "I'm not talking about the powers! Except for me, Andy, and a girl named Lily every one of Azazel's special kids went evil. Even the demon blood became a more vicious breed of vampire."
"Not all." Her reply was softly spoke. "Scott Carey didn't. From the notes we got from his psychiatrist Azazel was trying to get him to, but he resisted."
That got another head shake from Sam. "Gordon Walker just killed him first."
Her voice stayed soft, but had a chastising tone. "You don't know that, and there is nothing in his history that supports you assuming that about him." Still speaking softly the chastising tone faded as she slid from sitting Indian style on her bed to sitting on the edge closest to him.
"But that's what this is all about isn't it? You're afraid that there is some sort of evil to the blood, and eventually it will consume you?"
He stood up angrily. "I've got some pretty strong evidence to support it don't I?"
She stood up as well, but calmly, but as she spoke her voice grew stronger in obvious conviction. "Sam, the blood will not effect your actions. I once had a similar argument over black magick itself... your actions are your own."
He looked at her angrily. "When both Ava and Jake gave in they were able to develop new powers!"
Lex shook her head. "When they accepted what they were they unlocked new powers that they chose to do evil things with."
Sighing she dropped her hands to her sides. "You know what? This softball approach never works!"
Stepping close she looked up to meet Sam's eyes with hers. "No free passes here Sam! No excuses! No 'The Devil made me do it!' Even if we end up actually facing the guy. You can do the right thing for the wrong reason, or the wrong thing for the right reason, or you can do the right thing for the right reason, or the wrong thing for the wrong reason, but whatever you do YOU choose to do it!"
Starting to pace Lex's voice grew angry. "You know that conversation I had on black magick? I nearly killed the other person... never mind why, it's a personal issue, but while I had the urge I controlled it. I knew it would be wrong and I chose not to act on it."
"You want a primer on evil power? There it is! Evil gives you an excuse. Evil lets you blame it for doing what YOU want to do. Ava and Jake did evil? Big damn deal, you, Andy and Lily were in the same situation and didn't! The way to tell the good guys from the bad guys are the good guys will accept responsibility for their actions while the bad guys will have a list of reasons why nothing is their fault."
"Any evil you do you will do because you chose to. All evil can do is cheer you on."