Fic: Clean Slate (1/7)
Title: Clean Slate (1/7)
Author:irishka1205
Character: Sam, Dean, Bobby, Ruby, Castiel, Uriel, Anna, Lilith
Spoilers: through 4.14
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody or anything. They all belong to the evil genius that is Eric Kripke.
Rating: PG
Summary: When Dean is attacked by demons, Sam must do whatever it takes to keep his brother safe.
Author’s Note: Huge, gigantic thank you tomuses_circle for being my beta and personal cheerleader when it comes to writing.
Prologue
Anna's expression however remained unchanged. "Sam, he can't see you. Your brother can never see you again."
***
Two nights later Sam found himself sitting in the farthest corner of some nameless bar, having a beer. He was tired, worn out, and in desperate need of sleep. But he knew that sleep would be hard to come by even though he hasn't had more than four hours of sleep in the last three days. Sleep was pretty elusive these days. Dean's absence was more noticeable during those times when Sam was alone in the room, silence sometimes turning so deafening, Sam couldn't stand it. He was hoping the beer could help him ignore it all tonight and just get some shut eye.
Taking a sip from the bottle, Sam scanned the bar. He wasn't looking for anybody in particular, but habits were hard to break.
He spotted her as soon as she walked into the bar, wearing a tiny skirt, a red jacket and high boots. He didn't know if it was his hunter instincts or the fact that the more he used his powers, the more aware of demons he was, but he could pick a demon out of the crowd these days. And there was one in this crowd. He really wasn't looking for a fight tonight, but Sam also needed something to make him feel...something. And she was the perfect opportunity.
From that point on, Sam tracked her every move with his eyes while he remained mostly concealed by the shadows in the corner. But then she turned around and looked straight at him. Sam watched as the expression on her face changed, but not to what Sam expected. It wasn't recognition, apprehension or even fear that he's been seeing more and more lately as he came across demons. Instead, she smiled, straightened up her skirt and then strutted over to Sam's table.
"You look lonely, baby," she said in a sweet, melodic voice. "Mind if I join you?"
Sam studied her face, trying to figure out what her game was. There was still no recognition of who he was. She was playing her role well. But what was her end game? Playing along, Sam pointed to the seat across the table from him. "Sure," he said, his voice steady and in control.
"I don't think I've ever seen you in here before," she continued, smiling at him while reaching across the table. "I would have remembered such a hunk of burning love, trust me."
Sam dropped his eyes for a second when her hand touched his, caressing his fingers with her own. He quickly looked back up at her, giving her a lopsided smile.
"I'm Veronica, by the way," she continued. "What's your name?"
Sam slowly took a sip of his beer, then put the bottle down and leaned forward, moving his hand to now cover hers. "Sam," he said, pinning her hand to the table. "Winchester." Finally he saw it. Recognition, followed immediately by fear. "So you do know who I am," he stated.
The demon looked around, as if looking for help, but as far as Sam could tell, there were no other demons in the bar. She was on her own and out of luck. "Please, just...please, don't."
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't."
"I...I can help you. I could provide you information," she pleaded.
Sam let out an amused chuckle. This demon was obviously low on the demonic food chain. There was nothing she could offer that he couldn't already get from other sources. Besides, there was a girl trapped inside that body.
"No, thanks," he said, concentrating on exorcising her out of the human body. It has become so easy for him, he barely had to focus. Some demons still provided a challenge, obviously the more powerful ones, but this one...the moment he concentrated on her, the black cloud flowed out of the woman's body and into the floor, leaving only an unconscious body slumped in the booth.
Sam took a deep breath to release tension in his body, took another swig of his beer, then stood up and walked over to the other side of the table. He reached for the girl's neck and quickly found what he was looking for. Her pulse was weak, but steady. That's the feeling he needed - the 'I saved another human being today' feeling that was the only thing that kept him going these days.
Sam made a beeline for the bar. "I don't think that girl's feeling well," he said to the bartender, pointing at the booth where he just performed exorcism. "You might want to call an ambulance." Not waiting for a response, Sam quickly walked out of the bar and into the cool, fresh air of the night.
Maybe now he could sleep.
But before Sam could even get in the car, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.
"Uriel," Sam acknowledged as nonchalantly as possible as he continued to move toward the Impala. The last thing he wanted was another altercation with the less than agreeable angel. He's had enough of those to last him a lifetime over the past five months. What he wanted was sleep.
"How many times do we need to tell you to stop using your powers?" The angel's voice echoed in the empty parking lot.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, Sam stopped and turned around. He knew what was coming next. He's heard the speech many times before. And frankly, he couldn't care less anymore what the angels or God thought. He was doing what needed to be done. Which was exactly what he once again told Uriel.
"Maybe when you start doing your job, I can stop doing mine," Sam shot back.
Before he could react, Uriel was right by his side, holding him up off the ground by his neck. "Do you forget who you're talking to?" Uriel growled as he raised him even higher.
His natural instincts kicked in and Sam struggled against the suffocating hold, the iron-like fingers wrapped firmly around his neck, squeezing it harder and harder.
"Uriel, stop," he suddenly heard and before he knew it, he was on the ground as the air once again filled his lungs.
Trying his damnest to keep from retaliating against the angel, which he knew wouldn't be the most productive way to spend his time, Sam pushed himself to his feet and turned to face the other two beings next to him. Still breathing hard and rubbing his neck, Sam met Castiel's gaze. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" he finally asked.
"Sam, you need to stop." Castiel's way of delivering the message might have been different from Uriel's, but the message was the same.
"Stop? I just sent a demon back to hell. Tell me, when was the last time you were able to do that?" Sam shot back.
"One demon is nothing when a whole army is coming," Castiel replied.
"It's one less demon in the army. One less demon to worry about. One less human fighting for her life."
"You think that human matters when the entire world is about to burn?" Uriel exclaimed.
Without a pause, Sam answered, "Yes. Humans like her are the ones who matter."
Uriel was about to respond, but was stopped by Castiel's hand on his chest. Instead Castiel took a step toward Sam and addressed him again. "I understand it's hard for you. Without your brother."
Sam felt his heart beating faster as he ground his teeth, trying to force the anger rising in his chest back down. "You understand nothing," he ground out through his teeth, his palms squeezed into fists. "You can’t understand it."
Castiel was unfazed by the anger directed at him. "I know your brother didn't want you using your powers."
"My brother didn't want to end up being tortured by demons, but I guess we can't always get what we want." Every word out of Sam's mouth dripped with sarcasm. "My brother thought angels would protect him. But I guess he was wrong on that count as well."
Sam could have sworn he saw some sort of a reaction, an emotion on Castiel's face. But he knew it was impossible. Angels didn't feel. And that made Sam all the more angry at Castiel for bringing up Dean as an excuse to make him stop going after demons.
"Sam..." Castiel tried again, but Sam has heard enough.
"Look, if you're planning on smiting me, just get it over with already. If not, I really need to get some sleep." He looked from Castiel to Uriel back to Castiel again. Neither one moved. "That's what I thought," Sam added quietly. He turned toward the Impala when his phone rang.
Sam pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and saw Bobby's number on the caller ID. A big part of him wanted to stuff the phone back in the pocket of his jacket and drive to the nearest motel instead, but he promised Bobby that he'd keep in touch. Flipping the phone open, Sam brought it to his ear. "Hey, Bobby," he said with all the excitement he could muster.
"Sam, I think something's happening."
"What are you talking about?"
"You know I've been keeping an eye out for anything strange going on around the area where Dean's at," Bobby began to explain.
Sam felt his chest tighten all of a sudden. Somehow he knew what was coming next. "What did you find?" he asked slowly.
"Signs, Sam. Big, gigantic, demonic signs."
Sam closed his eyes, trying to push back the panic that was rising in his chest.
"How far away are you?" Bobby asked.
"About eight hours," Sam answered as he got behind the wheel of the Impala.
"I'll meet you there."
With that, Sam hung up and turned the key in the ignition.
There'll be no sleep tonight.
Go to Part 2
Author:irishka1205
Character: Sam, Dean, Bobby, Ruby, Castiel, Uriel, Anna, Lilith
Spoilers: through 4.14
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody or anything. They all belong to the evil genius that is Eric Kripke.
Rating: PG
Summary: When Dean is attacked by demons, Sam must do whatever it takes to keep his brother safe.
Author’s Note: Huge, gigantic thank you tomuses_circle for being my beta and personal cheerleader when it comes to writing.
Prologue
Anna's expression however remained unchanged. "Sam, he can't see you. Your brother can never see you again."
***
Two nights later Sam found himself sitting in the farthest corner of some nameless bar, having a beer. He was tired, worn out, and in desperate need of sleep. But he knew that sleep would be hard to come by even though he hasn't had more than four hours of sleep in the last three days. Sleep was pretty elusive these days. Dean's absence was more noticeable during those times when Sam was alone in the room, silence sometimes turning so deafening, Sam couldn't stand it. He was hoping the beer could help him ignore it all tonight and just get some shut eye.
Taking a sip from the bottle, Sam scanned the bar. He wasn't looking for anybody in particular, but habits were hard to break.
He spotted her as soon as she walked into the bar, wearing a tiny skirt, a red jacket and high boots. He didn't know if it was his hunter instincts or the fact that the more he used his powers, the more aware of demons he was, but he could pick a demon out of the crowd these days. And there was one in this crowd. He really wasn't looking for a fight tonight, but Sam also needed something to make him feel...something. And she was the perfect opportunity.
From that point on, Sam tracked her every move with his eyes while he remained mostly concealed by the shadows in the corner. But then she turned around and looked straight at him. Sam watched as the expression on her face changed, but not to what Sam expected. It wasn't recognition, apprehension or even fear that he's been seeing more and more lately as he came across demons. Instead, she smiled, straightened up her skirt and then strutted over to Sam's table.
"You look lonely, baby," she said in a sweet, melodic voice. "Mind if I join you?"
Sam studied her face, trying to figure out what her game was. There was still no recognition of who he was. She was playing her role well. But what was her end game? Playing along, Sam pointed to the seat across the table from him. "Sure," he said, his voice steady and in control.
"I don't think I've ever seen you in here before," she continued, smiling at him while reaching across the table. "I would have remembered such a hunk of burning love, trust me."
Sam dropped his eyes for a second when her hand touched his, caressing his fingers with her own. He quickly looked back up at her, giving her a lopsided smile.
"I'm Veronica, by the way," she continued. "What's your name?"
Sam slowly took a sip of his beer, then put the bottle down and leaned forward, moving his hand to now cover hers. "Sam," he said, pinning her hand to the table. "Winchester." Finally he saw it. Recognition, followed immediately by fear. "So you do know who I am," he stated.
The demon looked around, as if looking for help, but as far as Sam could tell, there were no other demons in the bar. She was on her own and out of luck. "Please, just...please, don't."
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't."
"I...I can help you. I could provide you information," she pleaded.
Sam let out an amused chuckle. This demon was obviously low on the demonic food chain. There was nothing she could offer that he couldn't already get from other sources. Besides, there was a girl trapped inside that body.
"No, thanks," he said, concentrating on exorcising her out of the human body. It has become so easy for him, he barely had to focus. Some demons still provided a challenge, obviously the more powerful ones, but this one...the moment he concentrated on her, the black cloud flowed out of the woman's body and into the floor, leaving only an unconscious body slumped in the booth.
Sam took a deep breath to release tension in his body, took another swig of his beer, then stood up and walked over to the other side of the table. He reached for the girl's neck and quickly found what he was looking for. Her pulse was weak, but steady. That's the feeling he needed - the 'I saved another human being today' feeling that was the only thing that kept him going these days.
Sam made a beeline for the bar. "I don't think that girl's feeling well," he said to the bartender, pointing at the booth where he just performed exorcism. "You might want to call an ambulance." Not waiting for a response, Sam quickly walked out of the bar and into the cool, fresh air of the night.
Maybe now he could sleep.
But before Sam could even get in the car, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.
"Uriel," Sam acknowledged as nonchalantly as possible as he continued to move toward the Impala. The last thing he wanted was another altercation with the less than agreeable angel. He's had enough of those to last him a lifetime over the past five months. What he wanted was sleep.
"How many times do we need to tell you to stop using your powers?" The angel's voice echoed in the empty parking lot.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, Sam stopped and turned around. He knew what was coming next. He's heard the speech many times before. And frankly, he couldn't care less anymore what the angels or God thought. He was doing what needed to be done. Which was exactly what he once again told Uriel.
"Maybe when you start doing your job, I can stop doing mine," Sam shot back.
Before he could react, Uriel was right by his side, holding him up off the ground by his neck. "Do you forget who you're talking to?" Uriel growled as he raised him even higher.
His natural instincts kicked in and Sam struggled against the suffocating hold, the iron-like fingers wrapped firmly around his neck, squeezing it harder and harder.
"Uriel, stop," he suddenly heard and before he knew it, he was on the ground as the air once again filled his lungs.
Trying his damnest to keep from retaliating against the angel, which he knew wouldn't be the most productive way to spend his time, Sam pushed himself to his feet and turned to face the other two beings next to him. Still breathing hard and rubbing his neck, Sam met Castiel's gaze. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" he finally asked.
"Sam, you need to stop." Castiel's way of delivering the message might have been different from Uriel's, but the message was the same.
"Stop? I just sent a demon back to hell. Tell me, when was the last time you were able to do that?" Sam shot back.
"One demon is nothing when a whole army is coming," Castiel replied.
"It's one less demon in the army. One less demon to worry about. One less human fighting for her life."
"You think that human matters when the entire world is about to burn?" Uriel exclaimed.
Without a pause, Sam answered, "Yes. Humans like her are the ones who matter."
Uriel was about to respond, but was stopped by Castiel's hand on his chest. Instead Castiel took a step toward Sam and addressed him again. "I understand it's hard for you. Without your brother."
Sam felt his heart beating faster as he ground his teeth, trying to force the anger rising in his chest back down. "You understand nothing," he ground out through his teeth, his palms squeezed into fists. "You can’t understand it."
Castiel was unfazed by the anger directed at him. "I know your brother didn't want you using your powers."
"My brother didn't want to end up being tortured by demons, but I guess we can't always get what we want." Every word out of Sam's mouth dripped with sarcasm. "My brother thought angels would protect him. But I guess he was wrong on that count as well."
Sam could have sworn he saw some sort of a reaction, an emotion on Castiel's face. But he knew it was impossible. Angels didn't feel. And that made Sam all the more angry at Castiel for bringing up Dean as an excuse to make him stop going after demons.
"Sam..." Castiel tried again, but Sam has heard enough.
"Look, if you're planning on smiting me, just get it over with already. If not, I really need to get some sleep." He looked from Castiel to Uriel back to Castiel again. Neither one moved. "That's what I thought," Sam added quietly. He turned toward the Impala when his phone rang.
Sam pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and saw Bobby's number on the caller ID. A big part of him wanted to stuff the phone back in the pocket of his jacket and drive to the nearest motel instead, but he promised Bobby that he'd keep in touch. Flipping the phone open, Sam brought it to his ear. "Hey, Bobby," he said with all the excitement he could muster.
"Sam, I think something's happening."
"What are you talking about?"
"You know I've been keeping an eye out for anything strange going on around the area where Dean's at," Bobby began to explain.
Sam felt his chest tighten all of a sudden. Somehow he knew what was coming next. "What did you find?" he asked slowly.
"Signs, Sam. Big, gigantic, demonic signs."
Sam closed his eyes, trying to push back the panic that was rising in his chest.
"How far away are you?" Bobby asked.
"About eight hours," Sam answered as he got behind the wheel of the Impala.
"I'll meet you there."
With that, Sam hung up and turned the key in the ignition.
There'll be no sleep tonight.
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