"I have done it again." (ficlet for spn_30snapshots)
What You Don't Know About Me Could Fill a Book. Theme 15; Prompt 9.
Winning Sam's trust was no easy task the first time. Everything rested on my ability to convince a Hunter that everything he had ever believed about demons didn't apply to me. Finally, he started counting me among his allies, and I never knew whether to thank my amazing skill or his boundless stupidity.
But now that I've managed it a second time, I know that I must be damn good.
At first I had to contend with all the questions and accusations that I had expected. I got myself a new guilt-free body, and honestly I was surprised that it had taken Sam so long to demand that of me. I promised to help him develop his powers, and I kept that promise. But I still wasn't right with him. He still held himself back from me.
Finally it came out of him in a stammered rush. "I just don't understand," he said, "Why Lilith killed Dean, but not you." We were on a hotel bed together, all our clothes still unfortunately on. I sat with my feet hanging over the edge, pressing the corner of the sheet to the knife wound on my wrist. Sam lay on his back. There was a smear of blood at the corner of his mouth where he hadn't managed to wipe it all off, but I didn't point it out to him.
"She sent me to Hell, Sam," I reminded him. I wasn't lying, by the way, and it had been a bitch and a half to claw my way back out. I suppose inconveniencing me was Lilith's little way of getting back at me for my hand in her eventual death, however mutually planned it was.
"I know," said Sam slowly, all his closely-held suspicions bubbling to the surface, "But she could have killed you if she had wanted."
I had no logical answer, so I took refuge in emotion. I let tears well up in my eyes as I said, "I can't believe you still don't trust me after everything I've done. If this is how you're going to treat me…" I stood as if to go.
He grabbed my wrist with astonishing speed. "No," he practically shouted, "No, please. I didn't mean it. Please don't leave me."
I managed to hide my triumphant smile. I had him.
Winning Sam's trust was no easy task the first time. Everything rested on my ability to convince a Hunter that everything he had ever believed about demons didn't apply to me. Finally, he started counting me among his allies, and I never knew whether to thank my amazing skill or his boundless stupidity.
But now that I've managed it a second time, I know that I must be damn good.
At first I had to contend with all the questions and accusations that I had expected. I got myself a new guilt-free body, and honestly I was surprised that it had taken Sam so long to demand that of me. I promised to help him develop his powers, and I kept that promise. But I still wasn't right with him. He still held himself back from me.
Finally it came out of him in a stammered rush. "I just don't understand," he said, "Why Lilith killed Dean, but not you." We were on a hotel bed together, all our clothes still unfortunately on. I sat with my feet hanging over the edge, pressing the corner of the sheet to the knife wound on my wrist. Sam lay on his back. There was a smear of blood at the corner of his mouth where he hadn't managed to wipe it all off, but I didn't point it out to him.
"She sent me to Hell, Sam," I reminded him. I wasn't lying, by the way, and it had been a bitch and a half to claw my way back out. I suppose inconveniencing me was Lilith's little way of getting back at me for my hand in her eventual death, however mutually planned it was.
"I know," said Sam slowly, all his closely-held suspicions bubbling to the surface, "But she could have killed you if she had wanted."
I had no logical answer, so I took refuge in emotion. I let tears well up in my eyes as I said, "I can't believe you still don't trust me after everything I've done. If this is how you're going to treat me…" I stood as if to go.
He grabbed my wrist with astonishing speed. "No," he practically shouted, "No, please. I didn't mean it. Please don't leave me."
I managed to hide my triumphant smile. I had him.