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The gate's sealed, and there's not a single crossroads demon that'll deal with him. He's tried.
"How long will it take you to realize? You can't save your brother. No matter what."
It looks like the goddamn Trickster was right after all.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
The biggest difference between this time and last time is his lack of hope. Sam goes through the motions, driving from place to place alone the way they'd done together, doing his best to keep on. He owes Dean that much, at least.
The problem is that when it comes to saving people, hunting things-- well, he's already proven to be a failure at the first, and the second was always a family business.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
He's drunk when he stumbles back to the motel room. Like he'd told Andrew once, it doesn't help, but it dulls the pain a little, at least for a while.
He wonders briefly where Andrew is now, if he's okay, if he'd done what Sam had asked him to and told Mac that Sam wasn't coming back. Wonders how she'd taken it; wonders if she's okay.
She will be, though. It's better this way, he tells himself. She's better off without him. Just like Jessica would have been. Anyone would be.
When he finally manages to unlock the door and push his way into the room, he's too slow to react before the two waiting demons grab him. One of them, a woman, takes the knife he's carrying.
"Thanks for keeping this warm for me, Sam."
"... Ruby."
"It's nice to be back," she tells him, as he tries and fails to break free of the man's grip. "Where I was, it was nasty - even for hell. Guess I really pissed Lilith off." She steps closer, turning the knife in her hand so that it catches the light.
"Imagine my relief when she gave me one last chance. And all I had to do... was find you, and kill you."
It's all Sam can do not to laugh. Is he supposed to care? Death would be a goddamn relief.
At least if I end up in hell, I'll see Dean--
"Fine," he taunts her. "Go ahead! Do it."
The knife flashes, and Sam braces himself for the familiar white-hot shock of pain-- and then stares in an entirely different sort of shock as she buries it into the other demon instead.
"Grab your keys," Ruby snaps. "We've got to go. Now!"
Dazed and lost in stunned confusion, he nevertheless does what she says.
The motel door shuts behind them.
"How long will it take you to realize? You can't save your brother. No matter what."
It looks like the goddamn Trickster was right after all.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
The biggest difference between this time and last time is his lack of hope. Sam goes through the motions, driving from place to place alone the way they'd done together, doing his best to keep on. He owes Dean that much, at least.
The problem is that when it comes to saving people, hunting things-- well, he's already proven to be a failure at the first, and the second was always a family business.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
He's drunk when he stumbles back to the motel room. Like he'd told Andrew once, it doesn't help, but it dulls the pain a little, at least for a while.
He wonders briefly where Andrew is now, if he's okay, if he'd done what Sam had asked him to and told Mac that Sam wasn't coming back. Wonders how she'd taken it; wonders if she's okay.
She will be, though. It's better this way, he tells himself. She's better off without him. Just like Jessica would have been. Anyone would be.
When he finally manages to unlock the door and push his way into the room, he's too slow to react before the two waiting demons grab him. One of them, a woman, takes the knife he's carrying.
"Thanks for keeping this warm for me, Sam."
"... Ruby."
"It's nice to be back," she tells him, as he tries and fails to break free of the man's grip. "Where I was, it was nasty - even for hell. Guess I really pissed Lilith off." She steps closer, turning the knife in her hand so that it catches the light.
"Imagine my relief when she gave me one last chance. And all I had to do... was find you, and kill you."
It's all Sam can do not to laugh. Is he supposed to care? Death would be a goddamn relief.
At least if I end up in hell, I'll see Dean--
"Fine," he taunts her. "Go ahead! Do it."
The knife flashes, and Sam braces himself for the familiar white-hot shock of pain-- and then stares in an entirely different sort of shock as she buries it into the other demon instead.
"Grab your keys," Ruby snaps. "We've got to go. Now!"
Dazed and lost in stunned confusion, he nevertheless does what she says.
The motel door shuts behind them.