ficlet response to Supernatural 6.1
Title: evil’s a distinctive smell
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Aida
Warnings: SPOILERS for 6.1
Pairings: implied het incest; canon
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 635
Point of view: first
Samuel Campbell never actually made it to Heaven, but shh, don’t tell anyone. He rested nice and cozy near Johnny and the delectable Mary, not that any of them knew it. They even heard each other scream, and they listened in horror as Dean carved his way from one side of the Pit to the other.
Ah, Mary. She did better than her father, husband, or son on the rack. I wish we could’ve kept her longer, but damn, did she have a strong will. Sent herself back Above, to that house in Lawrence, soon enough to protect a woman and her brats. Two of ‘em, just like Sammy and Deano.
Mary would have made for a magnificent demon. Better than Samuel or John, that’s for sure.
Probably not as good as Dean, though. Seeing that boy wield a razor… ooh, it gives me tingles. Alistair had his work cut out for him, trying to rein that boy in. Almost made me think I backed the wrong horse, that I should have courted Mary’s firstborn instead.
But wait, Azazel, you say. Didn’t you die before Dean got to Hell? I could’ve sworn he killed you at the start of his year.
And yes, sweetheart, I reply. He killed me that first day. But I am the dealmaker. Lilith may have held all the contracts, but that was only because she ruled Hell in Lucifer’s absence. And Crowley may call himself the King of Deals, but that’s only because he’s a paygrade below me.
Lilith, you see, thought herself higher than she actually was. Lucifer made his plans with me, and I delivered his commands to the main players-that kid in Stanford, and dear little Ruby.
I wonder what Samuel would say, if he knew his wife never made it to Heaven, either. Time is fluid in Hell, you know. Dean sharpened his blades in the ribcage of his grandma’s soul and turned her into the demon that led Sammy astray.
It was all planned, Samuel Campbell wedded to one of Samuel Colt’s descendants, their daughter having children with the last child of Cain’s bloodline. Everything plotted and put on the map, Lucifer’s grand vision writ large on the world.
By my hand, all of it. And I succeeded, that’s the best part. Each piece fit and everything fell into place, and Dean shattered the first seal with his own grandmother’s scream.
And his grandmother helped break the last, Sammy following her into Hell.
But wait, Azazel, you say. Dean killed you.
And yes, sweetheart, I reply. He did. I underestimated that boy, I admit it. But it was easily done. You have to give me that. Everyone’s been underestimating that boy from the get-go.
But people keep underestimating me, too. You see, there’s a reason Samuel Campbell never made it to Heaven. And there’s a reason he’s walking the world again, with Sammy at his back.
Like grandfather, like grandson. Mary’s father made a deal. So did Mary’s mother. And her husband. Her firstborn made a deal with my subordinate, and her younger boy, my darling Sammy…. Well.
He really should know better. Dean suspects something, of course. Maybe if I’d picked him, back as a six-month old brat, the world would’ve already been brought to heel.
Then again, maybe not. He’s stubborn that way. That might be why Michael picked him. Probably so.
Give me time and I’ll have them all. Just like I’m not really gone, neither’s Lucifer. And my boss… there’s a reason Michael picked Dean. It’s the same reason his brother picked Dean’s to house himself in.
Samuel Colt, Deanna’s grandfather… Abel may have died childless, but he had other brothers besides Cain, you know. Like I said, I plotted it all out, sweetheart.
And the game sure ain’t over yet.