Sam lies awake in the cheap motel bed long after Dean falls into uneasy sleep on the other side of the room, listening to his brother toss and turn. He knows all too well what nightmares sound like, by now.
"What if I had stepped in? Would you let him go?" "If that was what you wanted, we could certainly discuss it."
Once he makes his decision, it doesn't take him long to stuff a few things into his backpack, take the car keys, and head out.
"Tell you what. When I'm ready to 'discuss' it, I'll come find you. How's that?" "Pick a crossroads, any crossroads, and give me a call. I'll look forward to it."
The full moon overhead makes it easy for him to see what he's doing as he scrapes through the gravel to the dirt beneath.
Sam puts his Cumberland County Sheriff's ID on top of the rest of the things in the box. He snaps it shut, sets it in the hole, and covers it over with dirt, then gets to his feet.
The roads around him remain empty of anything save the occasional tendril of fog.
With one smooth motion, he reaches to the small of his back, draws the Colt from beneath his jacket, and aims it at where her heart would be if Verity had one.
His tone's as cold as the look in his eyes as he informs her,
"This is how it's gonna work. You let Dean out of his deal, right here, right now. He lives, I live, and hey, you get to live too. Everyone goes home happy."
"What if I had stepped in? Would you let him go?"
"If that was what you wanted, we could certainly discuss it."
Once he makes his decision, it doesn't take him long to stuff a few things into his backpack, take the car keys, and head out.
"Tell you what. When I'm ready to 'discuss' it, I'll come find you. How's that?"
"Pick a crossroads, any crossroads, and give me a call. I'll look forward to it."
The full moon overhead makes it easy for him to see what he's doing as he scrapes through the gravel to the dirt beneath.
Sam puts his Cumberland County Sheriff's ID on top of the rest of the things in the box. He snaps it shut, sets it in the hole, and covers it over with dirt, then gets to his feet.
The roads around him remain empty of anything save the occasional tendril of fog.
Come on, come on, how long's it gonna ( ... )
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Patience is a virtue.
And you have to give a girl a chance to get ready for a date like this one.
She'll be there soon enough.
"Sam Winchester.
"I've been wondering when I'd hear from you, darling."
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There's a beat of silence while he looks her over.
"That is you, isn't it?"
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She spreads her hands, easily, and lets her eyes go red.
"In the flesh."
A beat, while she considers.
"Well, in someone's flesh, if we're going to be technical."
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He grits his teeth.
"But yeah, you do kinda have a type."
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The red fades out of her eyes and she smiles.
"Funny thing is, though, Sam, when I'm working . . . it's far more about your type than mine."
She wore this just for you, darling.
That it's her type, too, is just a happy coincidence.
"So what can I do for you?"
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His tone's as cold as the look in his eyes as he informs her,
"Take a guess."
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"You're not much of a negotiator, are you?
"You build up to moves like that, you don't open with them.
"Or you have no where to go when things don't go your way."
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"I'm just putting all the cards on the table up front."
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"You don't have much of a poker face."
Verity's eyes drop to the weapon pointed at her for the first time.
"Well, well, well. Looks like the Colt is back in commission.
"How did you pull that off?"
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"None of your fucking business."
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She knows how he got his little gun.
"Ruby, right? Had to be.
"She can be such a pain in the ass.
"But she'll get what's coming to her.
"Wait and see."
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His grip tightens on the gun.
"I came here to make you an offer."
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. . . oh, don't bother to answer that.
Verity laughs.
"I'm sorry," she says. "That was rude, but . . . you are going to make me an offer?
"That's just adorable."
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"This is how it's gonna work. You let Dean out of his deal, right here, right now. He lives, I live, and hey, you get to live too. Everyone goes home happy."
A beat.
"Otherwise..."
He cocks the hammer back with his thumb.
"... you stop breathing. Permanently."
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She takes a step to the side, and then another, moving in an arc around him as she speaks.
"Come on, Sam, weren't you listening? You really don't have the poker face to sell the bullshit you're peddling right now."
She stops, and looks back over her shoulder at him.
"Do you even want to break this deal?"
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