(badcompany_muse) The devil's in the details.
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(OOC: Warm Gun 'Verse. Dean = jstliketherifle, and Sam = likely_evil. Obviously used with permission as this is a cleaned up RP.)
Alec came into the room doing his daily balancing act of two coffees and Other Breakfast Item. Today it was donuts. Some days it was bagels or Burger King or even take out from the local diner, but he's taken breakfast up as his job because he was always up before dawn. "Yo."
Dean is posted by the window, eyes searching for any sign of that demon that'd been around earlier, and generally being very, very paranoid. He managed a half-hearted "Hey" in Alec's direction, accompanied with a glance and a nod before turning back to the window and his baby.
The humans are awake, so Sam wasn't anywhere near the car. Instead he was sitting on top of the motel's roof, laying flat on his stomach and just watching. Waiting until the humans were gone and left the car alone.
Alec handed Dean his coffee and got himself a donut. "So, dude, how come you didn't tall me your brother was a demon?" He pokes at something on the table to amuse himself.
Dean's head whipped around towards Alec and his eyes narrowed, studying the kid with careful eyes as he spoke. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
Alec was chewing so he just blinked until he's done. "What? He's following us or something. I can smell him." He shrugged.
"My brother's dead, Alec. I salted and burned his body myself. He's not some frickin' demon." Dean didn't know how Sam would somehow go from human to demon, but that certainly wasn't the case here. His brother wasn't a goddamn demon. Period, end of story.
...there was something in the air. Anger. One of the humans was angry at the other. Sam was curious, because they were always nice to each other. So he made his way down carefully to the window and peeked into the corner to watch what was going on.
"Well someone is following us and he smells, for starters like a he, like a demon, and like you kinda. Family, pack, litter. Whatever. Yours." Clearly the concept of demon didn't bother Alec the same way it bothered Dean.
Impossible. Really, really impossible. His brother was not a demon. Humans didn't turn into demons. But then again, the thing did seem to be obsessed with his car for some odd reason, and he still didn't know why. But still -- it couldn't be. He looked down at the gun in his hands and turned back to Alec with worried eyes. "Are you sure?"
Alec looked Dean square in the eye, no longer so casual about it because clearly this was unsettling Dean. "I'm sure. I wouldn't have said anything if I wasn't. But scent doesn't lie."
They were distracted. Sam looked over at the Impala home and figured that he could at least touch it for a moment before they realized that he was there again. The humans - they looked like twins - wouldn't notice him for a minute. They hadn't noticed him following them, so they wouldn't notice him. And if they did, he would just make sure they forgot him. He could make them forget.
Dean's jaw set as he glanced over at the window again, running a hand over his face. He didn't want to think it to be true, but -- no. It didn't make any sense. On some levels it did, but on others it certainly didn't and denial seemed to be the aim of the game at the moment. But still, if it was possible that Alec was right and that was his brother? He frowned for a moment, before watching the demon carefully as it moved towards his car, watching to see what he would do.
Alec watched to, but didn't move. He didn't want to startle the man/demon/whatever who moved like he was almost afraid. Like he was one of the little X8s who was afraid what ever little prize they'd found, a red t-shirt, a book, a friend, was going to be taken away. And if Dean didn't know that this was his brother. . . .oh man, that was a whole new mission profile.
Sam got to the Impala and tilted his head, looking into it a moment. The humans were going to keep watching him. They were never going to let him get inside home.That wasn't fair. it was his HOME. Every time he touched the car it called to him. He felt comfortable there. Safe. Protected. Why wouldn't they let him be safe. He stole a look at the motel, wondering if they were watching him, or just looking while they argued. Either way, he was getting in the Impala now. He dissipated into a cloud, then went under the car before going in through the crack in the passenger side. He reappeared inside the car in the back seat, where he curled up on the seat and closed his eyes a moment, smiling peacefully. He was just a bit too tall, but he could fit if he just shifted this way...
Dean watched as the demon reappeared in his car, and curled up in the back seat. His head kept wanting to say no, no, no -- that couldn't possibly be his brother, but just seeing the kid lying there brought back so many memories that he needed to find out for himself. Leaving the shotgun by the window (if it was really Sam, there was no way he would hurt him) and started to make his way out into the parking lot, hands in the air as in some kind of surrender, just in case the kid panicked like he did the last time.
Alec wanted to say that they'd have better luck if they just let him have what he wanted for now. Let him keep the back seat and establish a connection, but it wasn't his brother. Maybe, just maybe, his family, but not his litter mate. So maybe Dean knew him better and Alec needed to keep his mouth shut. So that's what he did. He stayed back, ready, but not interfering.
Sam felt someone coming near and his eyes opened and he sat up. It was the human.. the one with blue eyes that were familiar, and not the one that was the strange smelling copy. Instantly Sam dissipated out of the car and the smoke cloud hovered a few feet away. But there was something that made him not leave. So he just hovered there, waiting.
Dean watched him carefully for a moment, staring at the cloud and wondering if there was something, anything familiar that he could find that would help him figure this out, but so far nothing was coming to mind. He just peered it at if for a moment, hands still in the air, before leaning in closer to him. "...That you, Sammy?"
Alec hoped it was. He had a feeling that if it was Dean's brother he might be a happier person. God knows Alec would be happier if he had Biggs and CeCe back. Suddenly the bit his lip and nearly looked down. If this was Dean's brother, and Alec knew it was, then. . . Dean had his partner back. No room for Alec.
The sulfur cloud seemed to hesitate, and then Sam let the body settle back down and filled it. His black eyes blinked once, then turned hazel. "My name is Sam," he stated carefully, looking like he would bolt at any moment.
Dean raised an eyebrow slightly, before moving in closer. "My name's Dean." His heart was pounding hard and he wasn't sure if he was breathing, but at least it wasn't taking off again.
Ah, memory loose. That was always such fun to work through. And how did one's human brother end up being a demon? He preferred to try and sort out these sort of thoughts than the more alarming ones of maybe having now where to belong.
"Dean." He spoke it the way Sam always had when he was growing up, lost and looking for his brother. Because that was what this was. But the demon didn't know what a brother was. Just that this man with the familiar blue eyes was saying he was Dean. Dean. dean dean dean dean dean
Dean recognized the way he said it, he understood what it meant, but he had no idea if this demon, this "Sam" did. If it meant the same thing or just something completely different. He glanced away from him, to the car for a minute, and sighed. "The Impala. You recognize the car, right?"
"Home." Sam looked at the car like he wanted to go back to it. "My home." A bit more forceful, possessive.
Dean hesitated for a minute, before starting to drop his hands slightly, starting to play with them in front of his stomach. "That's my home too, Sam." If you are Sam at all.
Alec just let himself slide to the floor and watched from the open door. What else is there for him to do?
Sam tilted his head and really looked at Dean. He took a few steps closer to Dean, then stopped before twisting and walking to the Impala. His hands pressed on the roof, looking into the windows. "Home. Safe. Dean." He looked over his shoulder at Dean, trying to find words to make him understand.
Dean didn't know what to say to him. It seemed like he understood what the guy was trying to say, but he didn't know how to convey that it felt the same way for him, or if that even meant that this was Sam he was talking to.
Kneeling down, knowing he could focus on the car without being scared away, he knelt down to run his hand along a set of scraps on the door. Then he stood up, going to the driver's side in a panic almost, his hand hitting the glass. A memory was sparking, almost forcing tears to his eyes. "Dad." He put his forehead on the glass, sinking to his knees as he remembered the face of the man that had gotten him free from the chains in hell. How could he have forgotten him?
Dean watched him, and when it came to Dad, Dean felt his insides twist and he started to move closer to him again. "Sammy?"
Sam closed his eyes, memories coming back. Standing on a bridge, drinking a beer, his hand broken. Dean. Dad was dead. he told Dean... Sam was evil, and Dean needed to kill him. Sam spun around, suddenly afraid. He was a demon. Not human. EVIL. "No! No kill. Please Dean..."
Dean's eyes went wide, and he moved forward, holding his hands up again. "No, nononono -- easy. I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to talk to you, okay?"
Hazel eyes blinked widely, then he nodded. His back was still pressed hard against the Impala. It was safe. As long as the Impala was there, he was safe. "I.... I can talk." The more he talked, the better he was able to string together sentences.
Dean smirked. "Yeah, ya can. Just take it easy, alright -- I'm not gonna hurt you."
Alec could hear everything easily. It was like watching someone come out of Psy-Ops. They still had a brain but it took a while for things to start coming together into real communication. He knew the feeling from the inside. Like reality just didn't orient right for a while. How did you become a demon?
"Dean... but Dad... he said..."
"Dad may have said, but I don't always have to listen to Dad," Dean said with a small frown. "I want to help you, Sammy. I promise."
"Help? I... dead. Demon. No help." Sam was hitting his fist on his thigh now. "When.. day is it?"
"September 4th, 2008," Dean replied slowly.
"No... too short... I was there too long..."
Dean didn't know what to tell him. He didn't know how Hell worked, and there were so many things he didn't understand, and he hated when he didn't have answers to give anyone, let alone his brother.
Alec was starting think that maybe demons were more inherently fucked up than inherently evil. Because Sam? He didn't seem evil.
"I... I can't... think... " He ran a hand into his hair, trying to physically pull the right word out of his head. "Too long..."
"I know, Sammy -- I know," Dean said, still keeping his distance, not sure what to do with himself at the moment. "Just take it easy."
"No, not easy. It hurts, Dean. Hooks, pain..." The hand left his head and held onto his shoulder. "Evil."
"I'll help, Sam," he said slowly. "I'll help you. Whatever you need."
"Can I.. sleep?" he looked into the back of the Impala. "Bad dreams. Maybe home safe?"
Dean nodded after a moment, before moving to open the door for him. "Go ahead, Sammy. Go ahead."
He looked at Dean then carefully climbed into the back of the Impala and curled up like he had as a teenager. He looked at Dean one more time, a grateful smile before he closed his eyes and tried to get some real sleep.
Alec reached out then and broke the salt line on the door. He figured there was no way Dean would have Sam locked out.
Dean shut the door behind him before turning back to the motel and heading back into the room. Once he shut the door behind him, he turned back to Alec and gave him a slight nod. "Guess you were right."
Alec rolled to his feet. "Scent." He shrugs. "Though I gotta say I don't really know what's going on."
Dean snorted before shaking his head. "Neither do I, dude. Neither do I."
"I cut the salt line."
Dean nodded. "Thanks."
"No problem." He looked out the window at the Impala. "I think it'll be a while before he wants to come in though." Or deal with Alec. But he didn't voice that.
"Yeah, well," Dean sighed as he sat down on the edge of the bed, running his hands over his face. "He can take as much time as wants." There were so many complications on this one. So many people he'd have to talk to...
"It's like someone took him apart. Now he's gotta find all the pieces." He's quiet for a moment and sits on the low dresser across from Dean. "How does a human become a demon?"
"I really don't know," he said, looking up at Alec with wide eyes. "I've never heard of anything like this before. From what I've been told, demons have always been demons. Nothing more, nothing less."
He looked back at Dean for a long moment, quietly and seriously. "You've never put someone back together like this before. Have you."
Dean shook his head. "Not like this. I mean, Sam went through some rough patches when he was alive, but -- it was never anything like this."
He nods after a minute. "I have. I think. . .he might be different," Because you're always different after you've been reassembled. "but I think it's all still in there. I think he'll be Sam again, you know?"
Dean nodded slowly. "I really hope you're right."
Muse: Alec McDowell/X5-494
'Verse: Happiness is a warm gun.
Fandom: Dark Angel
(OOC: Warm Gun 'Verse. Dean = jstliketherifle, and Sam = likely_evil. Obviously used with permission as this is a cleaned up RP.)
Alec came into the room doing his daily balancing act of two coffees and Other Breakfast Item. Today it was donuts. Some days it was bagels or Burger King or even take out from the local diner, but he's taken breakfast up as his job because he was always up before dawn. "Yo."
Dean is posted by the window, eyes searching for any sign of that demon that'd been around earlier, and generally being very, very paranoid. He managed a half-hearted "Hey" in Alec's direction, accompanied with a glance and a nod before turning back to the window and his baby.
The humans are awake, so Sam wasn't anywhere near the car. Instead he was sitting on top of the motel's roof, laying flat on his stomach and just watching. Waiting until the humans were gone and left the car alone.
Alec handed Dean his coffee and got himself a donut. "So, dude, how come you didn't tall me your brother was a demon?" He pokes at something on the table to amuse himself.
Dean's head whipped around towards Alec and his eyes narrowed, studying the kid with careful eyes as he spoke. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
Alec was chewing so he just blinked until he's done. "What? He's following us or something. I can smell him." He shrugged.
"My brother's dead, Alec. I salted and burned his body myself. He's not some frickin' demon." Dean didn't know how Sam would somehow go from human to demon, but that certainly wasn't the case here. His brother wasn't a goddamn demon. Period, end of story.
...there was something in the air. Anger. One of the humans was angry at the other. Sam was curious, because they were always nice to each other. So he made his way down carefully to the window and peeked into the corner to watch what was going on.
"Well someone is following us and he smells, for starters like a he, like a demon, and like you kinda. Family, pack, litter. Whatever. Yours." Clearly the concept of demon didn't bother Alec the same way it bothered Dean.
Impossible. Really, really impossible. His brother was not a demon. Humans didn't turn into demons. But then again, the thing did seem to be obsessed with his car for some odd reason, and he still didn't know why. But still -- it couldn't be. He looked down at the gun in his hands and turned back to Alec with worried eyes. "Are you sure?"
Alec looked Dean square in the eye, no longer so casual about it because clearly this was unsettling Dean. "I'm sure. I wouldn't have said anything if I wasn't. But scent doesn't lie."
They were distracted. Sam looked over at the Impala home and figured that he could at least touch it for a moment before they realized that he was there again. The humans - they looked like twins - wouldn't notice him for a minute. They hadn't noticed him following them, so they wouldn't notice him. And if they did, he would just make sure they forgot him. He could make them forget.
Dean's jaw set as he glanced over at the window again, running a hand over his face. He didn't want to think it to be true, but -- no. It didn't make any sense. On some levels it did, but on others it certainly didn't and denial seemed to be the aim of the game at the moment. But still, if it was possible that Alec was right and that was his brother? He frowned for a moment, before watching the demon carefully as it moved towards his car, watching to see what he would do.
Alec watched to, but didn't move. He didn't want to startle the man/demon/whatever who moved like he was almost afraid. Like he was one of the little X8s who was afraid what ever little prize they'd found, a red t-shirt, a book, a friend, was going to be taken away. And if Dean didn't know that this was his brother. . . .oh man, that was a whole new mission profile.
Sam got to the Impala and tilted his head, looking into it a moment. The humans were going to keep watching him. They were never going to let him get inside home.That wasn't fair. it was his HOME. Every time he touched the car it called to him. He felt comfortable there. Safe. Protected. Why wouldn't they let him be safe. He stole a look at the motel, wondering if they were watching him, or just looking while they argued. Either way, he was getting in the Impala now. He dissipated into a cloud, then went under the car before going in through the crack in the passenger side. He reappeared inside the car in the back seat, where he curled up on the seat and closed his eyes a moment, smiling peacefully. He was just a bit too tall, but he could fit if he just shifted this way...
Dean watched as the demon reappeared in his car, and curled up in the back seat. His head kept wanting to say no, no, no -- that couldn't possibly be his brother, but just seeing the kid lying there brought back so many memories that he needed to find out for himself. Leaving the shotgun by the window (if it was really Sam, there was no way he would hurt him) and started to make his way out into the parking lot, hands in the air as in some kind of surrender, just in case the kid panicked like he did the last time.
Alec wanted to say that they'd have better luck if they just let him have what he wanted for now. Let him keep the back seat and establish a connection, but it wasn't his brother. Maybe, just maybe, his family, but not his litter mate. So maybe Dean knew him better and Alec needed to keep his mouth shut. So that's what he did. He stayed back, ready, but not interfering.
Sam felt someone coming near and his eyes opened and he sat up. It was the human.. the one with blue eyes that were familiar, and not the one that was the strange smelling copy. Instantly Sam dissipated out of the car and the smoke cloud hovered a few feet away. But there was something that made him not leave. So he just hovered there, waiting.
Dean watched him carefully for a moment, staring at the cloud and wondering if there was something, anything familiar that he could find that would help him figure this out, but so far nothing was coming to mind. He just peered it at if for a moment, hands still in the air, before leaning in closer to him. "...That you, Sammy?"
Alec hoped it was. He had a feeling that if it was Dean's brother he might be a happier person. God knows Alec would be happier if he had Biggs and CeCe back. Suddenly the bit his lip and nearly looked down. If this was Dean's brother, and Alec knew it was, then. . . Dean had his partner back. No room for Alec.
The sulfur cloud seemed to hesitate, and then Sam let the body settle back down and filled it. His black eyes blinked once, then turned hazel. "My name is Sam," he stated carefully, looking like he would bolt at any moment.
Dean raised an eyebrow slightly, before moving in closer. "My name's Dean." His heart was pounding hard and he wasn't sure if he was breathing, but at least it wasn't taking off again.
Ah, memory loose. That was always such fun to work through. And how did one's human brother end up being a demon? He preferred to try and sort out these sort of thoughts than the more alarming ones of maybe having now where to belong.
"Dean." He spoke it the way Sam always had when he was growing up, lost and looking for his brother. Because that was what this was. But the demon didn't know what a brother was. Just that this man with the familiar blue eyes was saying he was Dean. Dean. dean dean dean dean dean
Dean recognized the way he said it, he understood what it meant, but he had no idea if this demon, this "Sam" did. If it meant the same thing or just something completely different. He glanced away from him, to the car for a minute, and sighed. "The Impala. You recognize the car, right?"
"Home." Sam looked at the car like he wanted to go back to it. "My home." A bit more forceful, possessive.
Dean hesitated for a minute, before starting to drop his hands slightly, starting to play with them in front of his stomach. "That's my home too, Sam." If you are Sam at all.
Alec just let himself slide to the floor and watched from the open door. What else is there for him to do?
Sam tilted his head and really looked at Dean. He took a few steps closer to Dean, then stopped before twisting and walking to the Impala. His hands pressed on the roof, looking into the windows. "Home. Safe. Dean." He looked over his shoulder at Dean, trying to find words to make him understand.
Dean didn't know what to say to him. It seemed like he understood what the guy was trying to say, but he didn't know how to convey that it felt the same way for him, or if that even meant that this was Sam he was talking to.
Kneeling down, knowing he could focus on the car without being scared away, he knelt down to run his hand along a set of scraps on the door. Then he stood up, going to the driver's side in a panic almost, his hand hitting the glass. A memory was sparking, almost forcing tears to his eyes. "Dad." He put his forehead on the glass, sinking to his knees as he remembered the face of the man that had gotten him free from the chains in hell. How could he have forgotten him?
Dean watched him, and when it came to Dad, Dean felt his insides twist and he started to move closer to him again. "Sammy?"
Sam closed his eyes, memories coming back. Standing on a bridge, drinking a beer, his hand broken. Dean. Dad was dead. he told Dean... Sam was evil, and Dean needed to kill him. Sam spun around, suddenly afraid. He was a demon. Not human. EVIL. "No! No kill. Please Dean..."
Dean's eyes went wide, and he moved forward, holding his hands up again. "No, nononono -- easy. I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to talk to you, okay?"
Hazel eyes blinked widely, then he nodded. His back was still pressed hard against the Impala. It was safe. As long as the Impala was there, he was safe. "I.... I can talk." The more he talked, the better he was able to string together sentences.
Dean smirked. "Yeah, ya can. Just take it easy, alright -- I'm not gonna hurt you."
Alec could hear everything easily. It was like watching someone come out of Psy-Ops. They still had a brain but it took a while for things to start coming together into real communication. He knew the feeling from the inside. Like reality just didn't orient right for a while. How did you become a demon?
"Dean... but Dad... he said..."
"Dad may have said, but I don't always have to listen to Dad," Dean said with a small frown. "I want to help you, Sammy. I promise."
"Help? I... dead. Demon. No help." Sam was hitting his fist on his thigh now. "When.. day is it?"
"September 4th, 2008," Dean replied slowly.
"No... too short... I was there too long..."
Dean didn't know what to tell him. He didn't know how Hell worked, and there were so many things he didn't understand, and he hated when he didn't have answers to give anyone, let alone his brother.
Alec was starting think that maybe demons were more inherently fucked up than inherently evil. Because Sam? He didn't seem evil.
"I... I can't... think... " He ran a hand into his hair, trying to physically pull the right word out of his head. "Too long..."
"I know, Sammy -- I know," Dean said, still keeping his distance, not sure what to do with himself at the moment. "Just take it easy."
"No, not easy. It hurts, Dean. Hooks, pain..." The hand left his head and held onto his shoulder. "Evil."
"I'll help, Sam," he said slowly. "I'll help you. Whatever you need."
"Can I.. sleep?" he looked into the back of the Impala. "Bad dreams. Maybe home safe?"
Dean nodded after a moment, before moving to open the door for him. "Go ahead, Sammy. Go ahead."
He looked at Dean then carefully climbed into the back of the Impala and curled up like he had as a teenager. He looked at Dean one more time, a grateful smile before he closed his eyes and tried to get some real sleep.
Alec reached out then and broke the salt line on the door. He figured there was no way Dean would have Sam locked out.
Dean shut the door behind him before turning back to the motel and heading back into the room. Once he shut the door behind him, he turned back to Alec and gave him a slight nod. "Guess you were right."
Alec rolled to his feet. "Scent." He shrugs. "Though I gotta say I don't really know what's going on."
Dean snorted before shaking his head. "Neither do I, dude. Neither do I."
"I cut the salt line."
Dean nodded. "Thanks."
"No problem." He looked out the window at the Impala. "I think it'll be a while before he wants to come in though." Or deal with Alec. But he didn't voice that.
"Yeah, well," Dean sighed as he sat down on the edge of the bed, running his hands over his face. "He can take as much time as wants." There were so many complications on this one. So many people he'd have to talk to...
"It's like someone took him apart. Now he's gotta find all the pieces." He's quiet for a moment and sits on the low dresser across from Dean. "How does a human become a demon?"
"I really don't know," he said, looking up at Alec with wide eyes. "I've never heard of anything like this before. From what I've been told, demons have always been demons. Nothing more, nothing less."
He looked back at Dean for a long moment, quietly and seriously. "You've never put someone back together like this before. Have you."
Dean shook his head. "Not like this. I mean, Sam went through some rough patches when he was alive, but -- it was never anything like this."
He nods after a minute. "I have. I think. . .he might be different," Because you're always different after you've been reassembled. "but I think it's all still in there. I think he'll be Sam again, you know?"
Dean nodded slowly. "I really hope you're right."
Muse: Alec McDowell/X5-494
'Verse: Happiness is a warm gun.
Fandom: Dark Angel