Title: Play Time
Author: OXBastetXO
Rating: K+
Archive: Please ask first
Status: Complete
Category: Episode Tag
Summary: Even demons crave freedom. Tag to All Hell Breaks Loose, Part 1
Spoilers: All Hell Breaks Loose, Part 1
Sequel/Season: Season 2
Authors Note: I don't own them, CW does. I'm just borrowing them for while and promise to give them back when I'm done, though I might just keep Dean and the Impala little longer ;-)
Play Time
By
OXBastetXO
Free!
She was free!
Elation surged through her and she danced, light toes skipping across dusty boards. She giggled as delight rushed though her.
She had almost forgotten the feeling. How long had it been? Months? Years? It felt like eons. She was a spirit of chaos and whim. To serve at the beck and call of another were against her nature, but serve she had been forced to do.
He had brought them here. It was his fault.
At first, she had been delighted. It had been so long since she had souls to torture and claim as her own. She had been lonely. At first, it had been just a few, three or four at a time. They would appear, confused, deliciously frightened. She would torment them and tease them and they would howl in terror.
Music. Sweet, sweet music.
The first few, it was ecstasy. They died her hands in their guts and their fear strong as moonshine the townsfolk once made here.
Then, something changed. Something pulling her. Commanding her. Making her obey. She fought against it, but it grew stronger and stronger until she couldn't fight it.
A girl.
A sweet faced, innocent looking girl.
He favored her. Gave her more and more and she took it greedily.
Soon, it was she who was controlling the killing as the others appeared.
For months.
Each time the same.
The girl would hide herself and they would appear and then the call would come. Forcing her to kill them one by one. Kill them, but not let her savor the killing. No let her torture them slowly. Kill them and be done with it and force her back into the school house until it was time to kill again.
The soldier boy had seen her plea.
"I will not kill."
She didn't want to do it this way. She wanted to do it her way. She wanted to savor the kill, not just snuff out a life.
But now…
Now, she was free.
The girl was dead. Killed by the soldier boy. Now, the soldier boy was dead. Killed by the old man, but not before the soldier boy killed the only one who had been a danger to her. The hunter. The hunter knew how to hurt her. He smashed her physical presence with iron. He knew it would dash her to pieces. It tore through her and ripped apart. Then, he held her at by with the cursed salt. It kept her from getting at them, until the girl had broken the barrier.
The old man and the other hunter still were in her town. She would bid her time until they left. She knew not to challenge them. Especially not now. They mourned. They would lash out at her because they could not reach him if she showed herself now. They would destroy her because they could not touch him.
She would wait. She has always waited.
There would be more than enough time to play when they were gone.