Preventing the Next Generation...
Two months in at the mission had done Samael good. He had started to come to terms with what he had done in Hell... the deaths, the torture, and the relationships there. When they had let him back into the computer labs, he had discretely researching the myths with Lilith and the original Samael.
The Seducer. The Destroyer. Lilith had made him into both in Hell, and Samael was coming to understand that no matter what he did, those jobs were too firmly ingrained into his mind for him to reverse fully.
But he could control himself. And he had. The last month was easier as he got over his primal urges, and the fears of being hunted started to ease as he lived each day to the next. Father Stevens was proud of him, and they managed to talk easily now in his office.
Samael remembered his life as Sam completely now. Remembered how he acted, lived, felt and reacted to the world around him. Lilith had taken his main reactions and focused them. His need for affection became his obedience. He had never lost his gentleness and love - Abby saw those sides of him.
He had started to wonder what had happened to him. Doing math, he had figured that one month on earth was 10 years in Hell. Twenty years in Hell had passed. Had Lilith sent Abby back to Stolas? He feared the answer, one he knew he would never know.
Father Stevens had told Samael that he was free to start working into the real world. But something kept him from leaving the church property. Instead, he just spent time in the actual church now - helping with maintaining the place. So many things needed to be fixed, and he knew how to build things.
He was by himself replacing candles in the prayer when he felt the presence behind him. Sam turned and felt the warmth of Castiel as the light hovered there. "Samael, you have to go. Now."
"Where?"
"The demons are starting the cycle again. You must stop them before they can turn Samantha."
Samael's eyes opened wide. Instantly he knew what was going on as a vision filled his mind. A shadow in his niece's nursery. Lisa walking in. Demon by the crib...
He dropped the box of candles and knelt on the floor, grabbing the brick to reveal the Colt where he had left it, then he took off.
He didn't care about the rain falling. He just focused on his breathing, running as fast as his legs would take him until he was making his way up Dean's walkway. He banged on the door insistently, then stopped as the lights on the porch flickered.
"Damnit, no," he muttered and took a step back, throwing his arm out. There was a small amount of pain in his head, but the door flew open and he ran inside, up the stairs instinctively to where he felt the demon presence and slid into the room just as the demon started to lean over the crib.
"Get away from her now," Samael stated, the Colt up and ready to fire as he went to throw the demon up against the wall with his telekinesis.
The Seducer. The Destroyer. Lilith had made him into both in Hell, and Samael was coming to understand that no matter what he did, those jobs were too firmly ingrained into his mind for him to reverse fully.
But he could control himself. And he had. The last month was easier as he got over his primal urges, and the fears of being hunted started to ease as he lived each day to the next. Father Stevens was proud of him, and they managed to talk easily now in his office.
Samael remembered his life as Sam completely now. Remembered how he acted, lived, felt and reacted to the world around him. Lilith had taken his main reactions and focused them. His need for affection became his obedience. He had never lost his gentleness and love - Abby saw those sides of him.
He had started to wonder what had happened to him. Doing math, he had figured that one month on earth was 10 years in Hell. Twenty years in Hell had passed. Had Lilith sent Abby back to Stolas? He feared the answer, one he knew he would never know.
Father Stevens had told Samael that he was free to start working into the real world. But something kept him from leaving the church property. Instead, he just spent time in the actual church now - helping with maintaining the place. So many things needed to be fixed, and he knew how to build things.
He was by himself replacing candles in the prayer when he felt the presence behind him. Sam turned and felt the warmth of Castiel as the light hovered there. "Samael, you have to go. Now."
"Where?"
"The demons are starting the cycle again. You must stop them before they can turn Samantha."
Samael's eyes opened wide. Instantly he knew what was going on as a vision filled his mind. A shadow in his niece's nursery. Lisa walking in. Demon by the crib...
He dropped the box of candles and knelt on the floor, grabbing the brick to reveal the Colt where he had left it, then he took off.
He didn't care about the rain falling. He just focused on his breathing, running as fast as his legs would take him until he was making his way up Dean's walkway. He banged on the door insistently, then stopped as the lights on the porch flickered.
"Damnit, no," he muttered and took a step back, throwing his arm out. There was a small amount of pain in his head, but the door flew open and he ran inside, up the stairs instinctively to where he felt the demon presence and slid into the room just as the demon started to lean over the crib.
"Get away from her now," Samael stated, the Colt up and ready to fire as he went to throw the demon up against the wall with his telekinesis.