Here goes the other way the story "Your Hell Burns, Mine Glitters" could have ended... For all those who'll shed a tear or two for soulless Sam, because he really was awesome.
Italics are recap, so you know where fate took another turn... ;)
Next chapter should be up soon, hope you all enjoy.
Something wicked this way comes.
Macbeth Act 4, scene 1, 44–49
"Cass can't help me. I need to know if there's a spell, or a weapon, or anything that can keep a soul out forever."
June revelled in the sweet sound of those words.
"Naw, what's going on, Sam?"
"It's for me."
"Oh, your soul, it's not still down there?"
Sam just glared at him.
"It is. Well, then I can understand you don't want it back, seeing as Micky and Lucy are hate-banging it as we speak."
"So, can you help me?"
"Yes, but the question rather is, will I? By the way, would your girlfriend really be so happy with your lack of a soul?"
"Would I be here otherwise?" June arched an eyebrow.
"Aren't you two just a match made in hell." Balthazar gloated.
"Probably," June shrugged. "So, will you?"
"Maybe."
"Set your terms."
"Sacrifice a virgin on a full moon," June was still trying to wrap her head around that. Supernatural ways surely were screwed up. "Do the angels have any clue what the average age for girls losing their virginity these days is? Finding a virgin is practically impossible. Especially because those that are don't shout it out loud."
"You were screaming pretty loudly."
"Technically, at that point, I wasn't a virgin anymore," June replied simply, "Either way, now that your fruitless attempt at making me go all abashed at the mention of my unceremonious sacrificing of the only virtue I might have ever had has failed, could we get back to the problem at hand: Finding a damn virgin?"
"College."
"What?" June whipped her head around and looked at Sam as if he had lost his soulless marbles. "You ever heard of spring break, Sam? Nobody comes out of that as a virgin."
"Except for that small group of girls and her stupid little promise rings."
Now it dawned on June. "Not too bad."
"Is that ever so slight appreciation I hear in your lovely voice?"
"For you? Never. For the idea? Maybe. So where's the next college in this goddamn state of sand, sand and more sand?"
"They do have the occasional cactus."
"Great, well, unless you want to sacrifice a virgin cactus, I strongly suggest you direct us in some civilisation where we can find a real virgin. Oh, hey, I just thought of a plan B."
"That being?"
"Think real hard, Sammy. Which type of woman can you be 99% sure she's a virgin?"
"Uh…Sarah Palin?"
"Doesn't she have a kid?" June frowned, scrambling for any political background information in her head. It was scarily scarce.
"Ever heard of artificial insami-"
"Okay, eew, stop, I'm getting completely wrong images in my head. Eww," June shuddered, "So, back to who I was originally referring to: Nuns."
Sam stared at her incredulously. "You want to sacrifice a nun in a less-than-holy ritual? Isn't that a little on the nose?"
"Excuse me, since when do you give a crap about morality?"
"I don't, I just didn't realize you don't, either."
"Sam, seriously," June sighed, "I'm screwing you - over and over, in every imaginable place and way – and I'm helping you keeping your soul out by murder. Just where do you expect me to fit morality into the picture?"
"Maybe as a marginal remark."
"My margins are crammed full with stuff like going to strip clubs and killing Croatoan infected humans. Not exactly anything that puts me on Santa's good girls list. I doubt he cares much if I add the sacrificing of a virgin. So, college or nunnery?"
"How about you work the nunnery and I the college?"
"No, no, no, how about you work the nunnery and I the college?"
"What am I supposed to say that gets me into a nunnery? You'd have a much better cover."
"What are you supposed to say to lure innocent, pure virgins out into the dark to sacrifice them?" June arched an eyebrow. "The promise ring kind of implies no sexual contact before marriage, so unless your devilish good looks, no pun intended, can convince such a naïve little thing to marry you within a day or two, I don't see how that'll work out. Whereas I, on the other hand, can mingle with them, pretending to be of equal convictions and get them to take a little moonlight walk with me to admire the pure beauty of the full moon."
Sam was briefly gripped by lust for murder, but decided it was a waste of good material if he killed June.
"I win," June announced smilingly.
"You know, June, there are those moments when I'd like nothing better but to rip your throat."
"Sadly for you, those moments do not outweigh all those times you want to rip the clothes off my body."
"That might change with time."
"Only souls change with time, Sam, and you don't have one, so let's skip the kinky murder talk and either have a quickie by the side of the road to release the tension or get down to business right away. Seeing as we've got only 48 hours left to woo ourselves into an airtight circle of virgins, find the weak link and lure her out into the dark, I'd vote for option two and save the sex for later. Unless you want to have a go at the local virgins first." June's eyebrows shot sky-high, not without a daring edge.
"I don't do virgins, princess. Only if they're begging me to."
June landed a well-aimed punch into his side. "I didn't beg!"
"Oh, really? I recall you using words such as-"
"Shut up."
"When have I ever, just because you told me to?"
"Sam, you want your soul out or not? Now, where's the next damn college?"
It was almost too easy for June to weasel her way into the virgin club.
She didn't know if she should be offended by that; in her mind, the self-proclaimed virgins were nothing but wallflowers. Mostly, that was true, but there certainly were vibrant, pretty ones amongst them. June sussed them out from the beginning; they were too much of a hassle to coax out.
It had been frighteningly simple to stumble upon them, and they were indeed a group, not sparse individuals.
'Good old Mid-West,' June sighed.
Now June sat in the one girl's room, Lily or something, where a few of the promise ring holders had assembled. In an unwatched moment as the others chatted, June checked her phone for any messages.
Naturally, Sam deserted her, leaving her trapped in conversations of such sweet innocence, June's teeth stuck together by just listening to them.
"Rick and I kissed for the first time yesterday!" One of the girls cried excitedly.
"How long have you been dating?" June asked to throw herself into the game.
"Nearly a year."
June almost choked on her coffee, which luckily went by unnoticed as the others got lost in girly giggles. June used the second to take stock of her and Sam's so-called relationship: Known for two days, then had wild sex (including locally appraised virginity to somehow end up gone), played a kinky game for two weeks or so, then had seriously boisterous and utterly inappropriate sex, and had more or less fucked every night since then.
June was just glad moral corruption wasn't visible, or she might have been proclaimed the Anti-Christ in this circle.
'Alright, enough of the honey talk, or I'm going to throw up,' June thought resolutely. Flicking through her memory, she found the ability to look abashed and innocent, though it really took her best skills at acting to make it look believable.
"Actually, I met a guy two days ago…" She started tentatively.
All girls' attentions were on her now. "Who is he? How old? Where'd you meet him?"
June really should have felt her conscience eat her away at using these nice girls to keep her soulless lover intact – or, well, whatever.
So she spun her frighteningly easy to believe tale and concluded with: "I really want to meet him, but I don't want to go alone."
And the trap shut close with such ease like a freshly cut knife cut through butter. The comparison wasn't that far off.
"Did they buy the virgin act?"
"Frighteningly easily, yeah," June huffed when she returned at late afternoon to the motel room Sam and she were staying in. Unlike the ones they were used to, this one was actually not too bad – June had gotten sick of the cheap hooker shacks and insisted on a motel with clean, comfortable rooms.
Sam had called her a spoilt brat, June had in return called him a low-brow son of a bitch and that was that.
"Must be your innocent blue eyes," Sam said in a tone so heavy with sarcasm June was surprised it found its way up his throat and out his mouth without gravity taking over beforehand.
"They do tend to be very beguiling, I've noticed," June straddled his lap provokingly, her low neckline revealing lots of tempting flesh. Her praised blue eyes kept Sam's hazel ones in a firmly locked gaze, however, as if daring him to desert them for the sake of her cleavage. "You know," June continued in conversational tone, "I had some time to think today, what with the promise ringers conversing about things I've got no clue about, such as morality."
"Sounds as if an interesting relation is coming my way," Sam slid a hand over June's waist, but didn't give in to the temptation of her deliciously presented breasts yet.
"One that might actually end up saving your fine ass."
It wasn't Sam's style to press June for information, as it would have meant he actually let her have the upper hand. June figured as much and sneakily opened the first three buttons on Sam's shirt to let her wander freely and adoringly over his firm chest.
"Do tell," Sam finally hissed.
June grinned, let the sweet taste of victory dissolve on her tongue and went on: "We're going off an angel's intel here and trust him not to screw us over, with this whole virgin thing. I mean, Balthazar does want you dead, and I didn't quite get the impression he's ordered a membership in my fan club, either."
"Baby, you don't have a fan club."
"Oh, sugar, if you knew," June breathed, her lips hovering inches in front of Sam's before she straightened a little again. She rested her arms on Sam's shoulders and explained: "All I'm saying is that we can't be sure this will actually work, while Death is a much more reliable business partner than Balthazar."
"Get to business already."
"Always so impatient," June whispered throatily against his neck, just underneath his jaw, which immediately tensed upon June's soft lips grazing against his skin. Unfortunately, they left it all too soon and the belligerent girl on his lap resumed her former position, facing him with too far a distance between their mouths for Sam's taste.
"So what if we let the virgin live and make a deal with Death instead? I mean, Dean must have promised him something for the return of your soul, I'm sure you can make Death a better offer. Just that you, in return for whatever he wants you to do, want Him to keep that damn soul forever away from you."
Sam huffed.
"You're allowed to praise my brilliance now."
"Vanity is a Deadly Sin, princess. Wouldn't want to condemn you anymore than you already are."
"What's one or two sins more? I already ticked off Lust and Avarice."
"Lust, I get," Sam lifted her up and pushed her onto the table, impatiently sweeping off the papers cluttering it up, "But what's with the Avarice?"
June languidly opened the remaining buttons on his shirt, pushed it down his arms and sighed pleasantly as he pushed her skirt up. "Wouldn't you just like to know."
"Behave, or I'll leave you here dripping wet as you are."
"You wouldn't," June replied and knowingly scratched her nails over the denim stretching over Sam's erection.
"Minx," Sam hissed.
"Very true," She growled, clawed her hand in Sam's hair and pressed his lips down on hers. June's phone interrupted their heavy duty make-out session, and for a second, she was tempted to ignore it. "I have to get that…" She reluctantly broke away. Sam released her unwillingly and half-dressed as she was, June stumbled towards her purse, fumbled for the phone and snapped it open with an irritated: "What?"
"Aww, Juney, did I interrupt your roll in the hay with Sammy?"
"Start talking, bitch."
"Is that any way to talk to me after what I dug up for you?"
"To each saint his candle, to each demon his insult."
"Despite you being one big ass whore, I like you. Maybe for said reason."
"Talk, or I'll drop some hints as to your whereabouts to some angels. Or demons, doesn't really matter for you, does it?"
"Such a party pooper you are. You seem to be all fun and game for Sam."
"When you've had your fill of getting your kicks out of commenting on our sex life, just call again, alright? If you're still alive then, that is."
Sam's bored eyes suddenly grew sharp and interested. So June was dealing with demons, demons who knew about their 'relationship', for the lack of a better word. That should cut it down to... Meg.
The abyss in June was growing deeper and deeper if she resorted to working with demons without as much as a blink.
But hell, Sam liked that cold shimmer in her sapphire eyes, the fierce resoluteness in her demeanour.
"Not one for foreplay, are you, June?" Meg stated with faked boredom. "Sure makes it easier for hot-headed Sammy."
"Enough already, bitch. I'm lethally close to bringing the demons in the arena and have them drag you back to hell if you don't talk."
That seemed to finally shut Meg up. "Fine. Only way getting through to Death is by dying."
"How'd Dean do it then?"
"He died."
"Last time I checked, he was up and kicking."
"That's because he was revived, stupid. You humans have those fancy little machines, remember?"
Sam saw June arch an eyebrow interestedly, and saw a plan forming behind the indefinable gaze her eyes shot him.
"You know, I'd almost wish you luck," Meg said sarcastically, "I enjoy watching you and Sam tearing each other to shreds."
"You need sex therapy if watching others turns you on."
"Says the slut enjoying kinky sex with soulless Sam Winchester."
"At least, I'm getting some, bitch. Lots, actually."
Meg laughed hollowly. "Whatever. Give Sammy a kiss from me, for old time's sake."
"Hell I'll do."
"Hell's already doing you, bitch. Use contraception, will you?"
June wouldn't dignify that with an answer and snapped her phone shut.
"What was that all about?"
"What do you think? I just had a lovely chat with your ex."
Sam grunted and fixed her gaze on her. "Sounded pretty kinky. Something you want to tell me?"
"Oh, yeah, absolutely. See, Sam, although I'm screwing you on a daily basis, I'm secretly just waiting to have lesbian sex with a demon."
"Don't let me stop you."
"Okay, then," June's eyes glinted dangerously as she reached down to pick up her jacket, slip on her shoes and sashayed with swaying hips towards the door.
"June," Sam threatened glowering.
"Yeah," She sang, not the least bit impressed and opened the door. When he didn't say anything, she turned her head back and feigned surprise: "Why, Sam, you're not jealous, are you? After all, you were the one suggesting I run off with a demon."
Completely run out of patience, Sam lunged forward, slammed the door closed and shoved June against the door, kissing her roughly. "Perfidious bitch."
"Aww, Sammy, your sweet-talking does have persuasive turning-on qualities, but we really need to keep that soul out of you. Business before pleasure."
As Sam watched June rearrange her appearance, he wondered when she'd passed the point of when her humanity was still vaguely present. Now, her soul was just about a mirror image of his.
Oh, that's right; he didn't have one.
"So, June, working with a demon?"
"Merely a business arrangement."
"Why the hassle?"
"Baby, I told you. I trust Death more than I trust Balthazar, so I told Meg to find out how to meet Death for afternoon tea. Now, stop fussing and let me kill you. Temporarily, anyways."
"You do understand that I'm more than unwilling to trust you?"
"If you won't trust me, who will you trust?" June raised her eyebrows. "It's either taking this risk, or soul's back up your sexy ass."
June could see Sam was still more inclined to just run with Balthazar's plan.
Beguilingly, she leaned forwards and crawled onto his lap. "You asked me why I was guilty of Avarice."
Sam let her cover his neck and chest in kisses, but wasn't any closer to believing her yet. Though she certainly had his full attention.
Her hands cupping his face as her lips placed kisses all over him, June whispered salaciously: "It's because I want you. All for myself, forever."