Disclaimer: I do not owm the characters of Supernatural. Damn you Eric Kripke. Just sell them to me already.
A/N: To all of you who read the story when I first put it up there are some differences that I added in. Tell me what you think. Drop me a line. R/R! Thanks
A/N2: If you haven't seen the episode "I Know what You Did Last Summer" you won't understand. Watch it first, then read.
Sam Winchester did not know what he was.
I could see it on his face, in his eyes. It clung to him like a second skin, permeating his very essence. I understood why the angels were wary of him.
But even they didn't know the true extent of his power. They feared him simply because of the demonic blood pumping through him. If they knew what he was really made of, the Archangel himself would descend and finish him off.
His face was... it was so bright and yet equally dark at the same time; there really weren't words to describe it. It was... it was truly unique in this world. I couldn't help but stare at him, thinking that I could penetrate the depths of him just by wishing it. There was a sudden movement to his energy, like it was responding to my thoughts.
Then she burst in; the demon. Her true face was just as twisted and unreal as the others was, but it was somehow muted; like it had been slowly smoothed over, the rough edges blunted and changed. I could see that it was partly Sam's influence but also partly because of her own nature. She was fierce and kind and loyal and it was clear who she had given her allegiance to.
She immediately looked to him, even if they both didn't realize. She took comfort in his presence and so did he. He knew where he stood with demons and relaxed in some small, barely noticeable way. Dean was too busy yelling at the demon to notice, but probably wouldn't have regardless.
Sam started at the sight of the Virgin Mary crying tears of blood. He then grabbed me and ushered me into the closet. I could see the internal struggle as Sam's hidden nature tried to struggle to the surface, to save his life. It could sense the suffocating evil that was coming up the stairs.
I could only sense the echoes of it and I was truly frightened. The door was closed firmly and I was plunged into darkness. The waiting was unbearable. And then I heard them. The cacophony of voices; the angels were conversing again.
It comforted me like no other sound could. The soothing lightness of their speech rumbled through my mind like the gentle swell of a wave cradling me, lifting me up.
A crash interrupted my meditation and the thick, wet sound of flesh striking bloody flesh met my ears.
Suddenly, the door was forced open and she reached in for me. I struggled at first but soon stopped when I saw what was happening.
She ushered me past the fight and as we went down the now ruined stairs she paused and looked back.
I turned too and saw Sam, standing firm and tall despite the gash to his shoulder as he forced himself to his feet. The aura pulsing around him had grown darker and more distinct. As if it were slowly pushing it's way to the surface. Soon it would be free and the world would never be the same.
There he goes, I thought to myself as we ran out of the church. The boy who would be king.
