You're back?
(Role Play started on Omegle of Superwholock. Credit to Liza G. [fortheloveofsharpies on Tumblr] for playing Jim and Dean. {We both play Sam; but I play the Doctor and Sebastian.})
Miss me? JM
Of course. SM
Well, surprise. I'm back from the dead. JM
I knew that. SM
And I'm coming home. JM
You're actually coming back? SM
Sure, why not? My work is done. We can go back to almost normal now. JM
But you've never liked almost normal. You loved to play games with Sh.. Sher... Whatever his name was. SM
Almost normal for us. With the killing and torturing and stealing. JM
That sounds better. SM
But it won't be exactly the same, I'm afraid. I've changed a bit. JM
I don't care. I've missed you. You know that? SM
I missed you too, love. If I could've, I would've come back before now. JM
It's been three years, hasn't it? JM
Yes, it has. I don't think I would've been able to last any longer either. SM
The only problem, dear; is that you won't be able to come to the house for a bit, I'm afraid. SM
Why? What's wrong? JM
These two men came to the house just yesterday asking me questions about you. It was strange. I knew they weren't FBI's yet that's what they claimed to be. SM
Let me guess. Ugly suits, names from rock bands, American accents? JM
Yes, how'd you know? SM
My new friends told me all about them. Should've guessed they'd be looking for me. JM
That's not all though. SM
No? JM
They sort of threatened me. SM
What did they do? Tell me so I can disembowel them. JM
No need to get rough, dear. I took care of it. They just told me if I didn't help them, they would send their friends to get me. SM
I warned them, not only once, but twice, that if they didn't leave me alone, I would personally see to it that they were carved alive and put some place where no one could find them. It seemed to do the trick seeing as they left shortly after. SM
So may I come back, then? JM
They bugged the place and I have found a few. Just making sure there's no more left, then you can come home. SM
Say the word. I can be there anytime. JM
Of course. SM
~A few hours later~
I think I found the last of them, you can come back if you feel up to it. SM
Be right there. JM
A moment later, Jim stepped into the room with a tired smile on his face. He was dreseed in the suit he'd worn to the rooftop of St. Bart's, and as he entered, a faint smell of sulphur hung in the air. "Hello, Seb," he said, his smile widening to a grin.
Sebastian stood up from the seat he had taken and walked up to the tired man, putting his arms around him. "Hello, dear."
Jim had gratefully buried his face in Sebastian's shoulder.
The sniper released Jim from his hold and stood back from him. "How've you been?" He asked, slightly afraid of the answer.
When Seb had stepped back, Jim shrugged at his question. "Hellish. And that's the truth, too."
Sebastian nodded as he curled around Jim once again. He suddenly felt the need to ask the question that had been on his mind for a while. "How'd you live?"
Jim opened his mouth, but no sound came out immediately. Finally he ducked out from under Sebastian's arms and cocked his head. "Promise not to shoot me, Sebbie?" he asked warily.
"I'd never shoot you, dear." He promised, looking at Jim, suddenly very interested in what he had to say.
"Because that would be most unpleasant," Jim mumbled as he loosened his tie. Finally, with a resigned sigh, he looked up into Sebastian's eyes and blinked. Quickly, his own pupils expanded, filling his eyes until they were consumed with inky black. "Surprise," he said. "I'm a demon."
Sebastian fell back a step as Jim's eyes became completely black. He was surprised, that was for sure. He didn't even know demons existed. But he wouldn't let that come between him and Jim. "Amazing," he stated as he took his fallen step back forward, looking into the deep black of Jim's once brown eyes.
He ran his fingers down Jim's cheeks as he looked into his black eyes. He was completely transfixed by them. "I didn't even know demons existed."
"Surprise." Jim smiled faintly and leaned into Sebastian's touch, closing his eyes before he realized that Sebastian seemed fascinated. This was a better reaction than he'd expected, and he opened his eyes again, blinking self-consciously. "So I dind't live, Seb. I died. I died and I went to Hell and they made me into this."
Sebastian frowned as he listened. "You went to Hell?" He couldn't believe Jim went to Hell, even if he was a psychopath, he was still loving. At least to him.
"I kill people for a living, Sebastian, of course I went to Hell," Jim said, gazing at his sniper like he was an idiot. "And it was horrible, at least at first. Every month's like ten years, Seb, and I've been in since St. Bart's. You can't imagine the things they do, it's worse than anything we could ever imagine." He pulled closer to Sebastian, shuddering at the memory.
Sebastian held him close. He could feel the shudders coming from him. "It's okay, dear. You're home now. It's all better." He tried to calm him, even though he knew it probably wouldn't work. He pulled back a bit and kissed Jim lightly on the cheek, smiling at him to let him know he was there for him if he needed anything. Now that he knew about the demon part of Jim, he wanted to know a bit more.
"Thanks," Jim breathed. He realized he'd been clutching Sebastian's shirt tightly and pulled away, smoothing down his suit, embarrassed.
"You said earlier, that your 'friends' told you about the men in the suits. Are your friends demons too?"
As Jim composed himself, he cleared his throat, allowing his eyes to return to normal. "Yeah, demons," he said. "They were the ones in charge of... torturing me. Eventually they realized my talents were wasted when I was the one on the racks." He chuckled. "It took a century, but I convinced them to let me out. They showed me what to do, and taught me some new tricks."
Sebastian froze up when Jim revealed he had been tortured. "I'm so sorry, dear." He accidentally lets a tear escape his eyes, swiping at it quickly. He continues once it was gone. "If I had known about this earlier, I would have tried to get you out somehow," he states.
Jim waved his hand dismissively. "It's fine," he said. "It's Hell. It goes along with the deal. I brought it upon myself." Forcing a smile, he shrugged. "Besides, I'm mostly over it now. No nightmare, even. Then again, I don't sleep anymore, so." He let out a too-loud laugh and buried his face in Sebastian's shoulder. "I'm a demon now," he murmured as if discovering it for the first time, his voice muffled by Sebastian's shoulder.
Sebastian smiled as he held Jim again. Just then, three men in suits came bursting through the door. Sebastian noticed the first two from yesterday but the third was new. He was yound, but he had an old look in his eyes. He wore a pinstripe suit and had a strange pen looking device held in his hand.
Even as the men burst in, Jim didn't turn. He stiffened, standing upright, his fists closing so his nails dug into his palms. "Hello, boys," he breathed, glancing up at Sebastian before looking over his shoulder with his demonic gaze.
The two men stood straight, looking directly at Jim. The taller of the two help up a gun and pointed it at Jim. Just as he pulled the trigger, Sebastian moved in front of Jim to protect him, effectively getting hit by the bullet.
As the yonger Winchester squeezed his trigger, Jim just smiled, knowing a gun couldn't kill him. He didn't move at first as Sebastian jumped in front of him, but as soon as his mind registered what had happened, he reached out and caught Sebastian, lowering him gently to the ground with a cry. "Sebbie?" he demanded, ignoring the three intruders for the moment.
"Jim." Sebastian coughed as blood came from his mouth. He knew exactly where he was hit. And it was lethal if not treated quickly.
The man in the pinstripe suit yelled at the taller one after the shot. "Why'd you do that?" He demanded to know. "We had an agreement not to shoot unless directly told by me!"
"No, Sebbie. You're going to be fine. It's not fatal, they were aiming for me, they should've hit me. I can't die like that, you idiot, what the fuck did you go and do that for?" Jim knew he was babbling, but in his panic it didn't seem to matter. He frantically pressed on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but knew it was futile. As tears gathered in his eyes, he glanced up, face contored into a mask of rage. "You will pay for this," he growled.
The younger Winchester glared at the man. "You've killed hundreds of people. It should have been you. You were lucky. But this, is better."
Sebastian coughed again, more blood coming from his mouth. "I didn't know you couldn't die. I just didn't want to lose you again."
The pinstripe suit guy ran over to Jim. "He's going to be fine," he stated it like he knew exactly what was going to happen. "I'm the Doctor by the way."
"He's not going to be fine!" Jim hissed, turning on the man next to him. "I'm going to kill that man for what he's done. I waited three hundred sixty years for Sebastian. I'm done waiting." He turned back to his sniper, shaking his gently. "Sebastian?" he called insistently, panic in his voice. "Can you hear me, love? Open your mouth, I have to do something."
Sebastian did as he was told. His mouth fell open as his eyelids slowly slid shut.
The Doctor watched as Jim leaned down onto Sebastian.
"I'm sorry," Jim breathed. Then, his jaw stretched open impossibly wide. With an unearthly howl, a column of black smoke billowed out of his throat, coiling around the room and blowing past the Winchesters before disappearing into Sebastian's mouth. The shell of Jim's body slumped to the ground next to the sniper's prone form and, after a minute, Sebastian's eyes fluttered open.
Inside his mind, Jim reached out for the previous owner of his vessel. Seb? He thought tentatively. Did it work? You're alive, right?
Yes, dear. I'm here. You didn't have to do that. What's going to happen to you now? Sebastian asked.
One moment, Jim thought as he hesitantly raised Sebastian's hands- his hands- and turned them over, examining his new body. You'll stay alive as long as I'm here. Gunshots can't kill me. This is my body now, he realized with a thrill. I'll take care of it.
I'm sorry, babe. Sebastian thought back. But I don't think I could live like this. He paused as he reached out in his mind, trying desperately to grab anything. I can't live like this. He wanted to live with Jim, that was true, but he couldn't live with Jim in his body, him not being able to do anything. He pushed back at Jim, trying to make him leave the body.
In the meantime, Jim had been shakily rising to his feet, getting used to Sebastian's taller body. As he felt his sniper push back against him, he froze, turning all his attention inwards. What are you doing? He thought desperately. Stop it, Seb. This isn't permanent, just until I can get you medical attention. Don't fight me like that.
Sebastian stopped for moment. You promise that you will leave once you get me medical attention? He asked, not really sure if he trusted Jim at the moment.
"I can find another-" As he heard his sniper's voice, Jim realized with a shock that he'd started to speak out loud. He glanced up at the three intruders who were still here and smiled graciously. "One moment, please," he asked. "I'm having a conversation with my sniper here." Then, he returned his attention to Sebastian. I can find another vessel, he promised. My body's dead now, I don't know if I can use it. But I'll find something. And I'll let you take control once I've worked out how this works.
But I liked your body. Sebastian complained. Do you think you would be able to get back into it if you left mine right now?
I don't know. Jim glanced down at his own body, crumpled on the floor, and shuddered at the sight. Even if I could, I wouldn't leave you unprotected. The bleeding had stopped right away once Jim possessed Sebastian, and the demon prodded the wound on his cheat, wincing at the dull ache. He couldn't imagine what Sebastian had felt like when he'd been shot in the first place. You'd bleed out in minutes.
Sebastian was annoyed that Jim decided to do this without even consulting him about it. I love you, babe, he states as he stops pushing Jim away. I'm going to miss your body. He laughs slightly. Try to find me a nice one once you're done using mine. He attempts to sit down in the black hole he was put into when Jim took his body over. He couldn't feel a single thing and it scared him, but he didn't want to be without Jim.
Feeling Sebastian stop struggling and retreat to the back of their shared mind, Jim sighed with a mixture of relief and regret. As entertaining as it was to inhabit someone else's body, especially his favorite sniper's, Jim felt like he was taking more from Sebastian than the other had ever been willing to give him. For now, though, he pushed that away, turning his attention instead to the three men still in the room. He felt for the gun he knew Sebastian kept in his waistband, asking, Would you like to take the wheel? You're a better shot than me.
Sebastian answered readily, Of course, dear. Don't want you to hurt yourself. He smirked as he was able to take control of his own body, feeling the after affects of the demon possession. "Hello, boys." He greeted as he took control completely. "Sebby's back." He smirked as he pulled out his hidden gun, pointing it at the man that had shot him. "You'll be first."
Jim laughed silently as he retreated and curled up in the back of their mind, allowing Sebastian to take control. He didn't like the feeling of powerlessness that followed as he tried and failed to move, but recognized that Sebastian had to know he still had some control.
As soon as the man's eyes refocused and he began to speak, Dean pulled out his gun. "Listen," he said, hoping to talk the man out of it. "Sebastian, is that you? Your boss is possessing you. You have to try and push him out."
Sebastian laughed bitterly. "Oh, I know he's possessing me. He let me take control just for this. He always did have a crappy shot." He steadied his gun on the younger Winchester.
As Sebastian aimed his gun, Dean stepped closer to Sam protectively, his own gun pointed at the demon... vessel? He was about to say something else, trying to convince Sebastian, when the Doctor spoke instead and Dean shut up to listen.
"You don't want to do this, Sebastian. We can find you both help. Your life can be saved and we can get James back to normal. Isn't that what you want?" Sebastian seemed to think it over in his head.
Jim was listening too. A small thought nagged at him: what if Sebastian resented him enough to take the Doctor's advice? He was fairly sure he was strong enough to avoid being exorcised by Sebastian alone, but then again, he was new at this. He stirred and murmured, You're not taking him seriously, are you? You know he's lying. And besides, why would I want to be normal?
As Sebastian listened to the Doctor, he heard Jim talking to him inside his mind, You're not taking him seriously, are you? You know he's lying. And besides, why would I want to be normal? Sebastian was having a hard time listening to both of them, but he turned his attention to Jim. You mean to tell me that you don't want to be with me? He knew that wasn't what Jim was saying, but what he had said made it sound that way. He didn't want to lose the man. Especially to demons.
Of course not! Jim protested indignantly. I'll always be with you, Seb. All I meant was that I want to stay a demon, preferably on Earth. You can't let them exorcise me. I spent over three centuries in Hell, and the only thing that kept me sane was knowing I had to come back for you. A note of desperation had entered Jim's voice, but he didn't care anymore. He needed Sebastian to understand. Meanwhile, seeing Sebastian turn his attention inwards, Dean cleared his throat. "Listen, man," he said. "I don't know what he's saying to you but all of it is a lie. That's what demons do, they lie. You have to let us get rid of him!"
Sebastian loved Jim too much to care what Dean was telling him. The man was his everything and he didn't believe Dean when he told him that demons lie. I won't let them exorcise you, babe. I'll keep them away until I'm done with them. Then you get me some help and we can be together. That's exactly what he wanted. Nothing less. "I don't believe you." He spoke aloud to Dean. "He's my boss and I trust him."
"He's not your boss, he's a monster," Dean said automatically, but he knew that it was useless. Apprehensively, he raised his gun and pointed it at Sebastian. He knew that Sebastian could kill them both before they'd finished the exorcism, but to leave and allow Jim to stay would be admitting failure. At a loss, he looked to the Doctor for help. Meanwhile, Jim was overcome with relief. If he could've, he'd be grinning from ear to ear. Instead, he tried to send Sebastian a general feeling of gratitude and compassion. I knew I could count on you, love, he said. This goes far beyond your job description. Soon as I get out of here I'm giving you a raise. And you can pick my new body. Make it someone sexy. He chuckled. But kill these idiots first.
