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“Sammy.”
The tone of the voice sounding like a snake, that slither in the consonants that didn’t exactly belong, making each word slip along into a phrase, unnatural as only he could be. Sam slowly turned, gun still in hand, and pointed directly at the man possessed with it (not even a he, why would Sam even think that?). The safety of the gun was off and Sam was in no mood for this. He still had ashes on the tip of his tongue, he could still hear Veronica screaming. “I’m going to shoot you,” Sam informed the demon, even.
“I don’t think you will,” the Demon laughed, blinking his yellow eyes. “Because if you did that, I might just hop over to the next warm body. Dean. Maybe Daddy again. Or how about Ellen,” he made a crude noise. “Could you do it, Sammy? Could you shoot me?”
Dean, Dad, and Ellen had gone to search for what was going on and Sam had stayed to guard the hut, just in case. He needed to make sure.
Apparently, the Demon had just been waiting for him to be alone.
“We need to talk, kid,” the Demon said. As he spoke, a grotesque creature with long white hair and a pair of fangs came rushing up on them and Sam pivoted to pull the trigger of the gun, at the same time as the Demon flicked the thing away with telekinesis, using just a flick of his finger. The smoke still coming from the barrel of Sam’s gun, the Demon turned to him and smiled slow and sly. “My way’s better.”
“What do you want?” Sam spat out. “You killed Veronica.”
“She was in your way. Look around you, Sammy. It’s hell on Earth and the home team is waiting in the wings. They just need a leader. You.” Sam set his jaw and lifted the gun again slowly, fingers shaking from the sights he had seen earlier. He still wasn’t one-hundred percent at his best. “C’mon, Sammy. Even if you want to get rid of all these…abominations,” the Demon said, gesturing broadly to the chaos around them, the things that weren’t coming past the barrier, trapped by some invisible wall. “You just gotta dig deep, kid. Dig deep and dark and think of all the good you can do. You’re special, Sammy.”
“Shut up,” Sam warned.
“Or what, you’ll shoot?”
Sam lifted the gun a little higher, aiming it for the space between the Demon’s eyes, but he just laughed, didn’t even flinch.
“I don’t think so,” the Demon assured Sam, leaning in the distance between them and giving a slow, pleased smirk.
“Yeah?” Sam was having some trouble breathing and his words were shaky. “Why’s that?”
“Because in a second, you’re not going to be shooting anything,” the Demon said, turning and slowly walking away, casually waving as he went. “See you later, Sammy!”
Just as Sam lifted his gun to shoot, he let out a cry of pain as he fell to his knees, gun firing wildly in the air as he collapsed to the ground and pressed a hand to his forehead while a vision came on, painfully fast and just all-around painful.
What he didn’t notice was that the shield around him hadn’t gone away.
And Sam wasn’t sure who was doing that as he lost himself in the hazy visions of the future.
The tone of the voice sounding like a snake, that slither in the consonants that didn’t exactly belong, making each word slip along into a phrase, unnatural as only he could be. Sam slowly turned, gun still in hand, and pointed directly at the man possessed with it (not even a he, why would Sam even think that?). The safety of the gun was off and Sam was in no mood for this. He still had ashes on the tip of his tongue, he could still hear Veronica screaming. “I’m going to shoot you,” Sam informed the demon, even.
“I don’t think you will,” the Demon laughed, blinking his yellow eyes. “Because if you did that, I might just hop over to the next warm body. Dean. Maybe Daddy again. Or how about Ellen,” he made a crude noise. “Could you do it, Sammy? Could you shoot me?”
Dean, Dad, and Ellen had gone to search for what was going on and Sam had stayed to guard the hut, just in case. He needed to make sure.
Apparently, the Demon had just been waiting for him to be alone.
“We need to talk, kid,” the Demon said. As he spoke, a grotesque creature with long white hair and a pair of fangs came rushing up on them and Sam pivoted to pull the trigger of the gun, at the same time as the Demon flicked the thing away with telekinesis, using just a flick of his finger. The smoke still coming from the barrel of Sam’s gun, the Demon turned to him and smiled slow and sly. “My way’s better.”
“What do you want?” Sam spat out. “You killed Veronica.”
“She was in your way. Look around you, Sammy. It’s hell on Earth and the home team is waiting in the wings. They just need a leader. You.” Sam set his jaw and lifted the gun again slowly, fingers shaking from the sights he had seen earlier. He still wasn’t one-hundred percent at his best. “C’mon, Sammy. Even if you want to get rid of all these…abominations,” the Demon said, gesturing broadly to the chaos around them, the things that weren’t coming past the barrier, trapped by some invisible wall. “You just gotta dig deep, kid. Dig deep and dark and think of all the good you can do. You’re special, Sammy.”
“Shut up,” Sam warned.
“Or what, you’ll shoot?”
Sam lifted the gun a little higher, aiming it for the space between the Demon’s eyes, but he just laughed, didn’t even flinch.
“I don’t think so,” the Demon assured Sam, leaning in the distance between them and giving a slow, pleased smirk.
“Yeah?” Sam was having some trouble breathing and his words were shaky. “Why’s that?”
“Because in a second, you’re not going to be shooting anything,” the Demon said, turning and slowly walking away, casually waving as he went. “See you later, Sammy!”
Just as Sam lifted his gun to shoot, he let out a cry of pain as he fell to his knees, gun firing wildly in the air as he collapsed to the ground and pressed a hand to his forehead while a vision came on, painfully fast and just all-around painful.
What he didn’t notice was that the shield around him hadn’t gone away.
And Sam wasn’t sure who was doing that as he lost himself in the hazy visions of the future.