Cupids Little Puppets

by Dreaming in the Abyss

As Sam enters the hotel room, a teenage girl sits in the middle and speaks, "Hello Sam, I'm Cupid." Cupid has sought out the brothers and needs their help to catch a demon with hostages and items of godly creation beyond their control. Meanwhile, Dean has got a strange feeling about this Cupid and Sam finds out just how much this cherub has been sent to interfere with his life.

1. Hello Sam

Sam entered the hotel room with a full brown paper bag supported by his large arm. He turned the light on, drowning out the midnight darkness and took a quick bite of a chocolate bar before slamming the door behind him and setting the groceries (if you can call them that) down on the generic table next to his laptop and files. Dean was out at the local bar gathering 'witnesses' or chicks phone numbers for the latest case they had. People risking life and limb to get to their 'other half.'

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Local man ran in front of a bus to kiss his wife, after he couldn't wait any longer.

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Teenage boy slaughtered a girl after she refused to let him talk to his girlfriend on her phone.

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Elderly woman shot a pawnbroker when he stole her dead husband's war photo and medals.

Considering the Winchesters have had cases thrown at them in files and bodies and shiny, flashing lights, Sam reckoned that giving Dean a little time to hook up wouldn't be so bad. It gave Sam time to work in peace after separate rooms were decided, at least for the next couple of nights. Sam's thoughts were interrupted. Adrenaline started pumping through his veins and he got ready to fight. A few things crashed and cluttered to the floor when he reached for his gun and pointed it at the figure sitting in the middle of the room.

The teenage girl, around fifteen or sixteen sat straight on one of the hotels chairs that she had moved to the centre of the room. Her hands were placed softly on top of one another and her ankles were folded and tucked under the chair. She was wearing nothing unusual, a large purple hoodie and jeans but her shoes seemed to be missing. Light chocolate hair was intertwined with streaks of gold and hastily pulled in a bun. Aside from surprise at the draw of Sam's gun, she was calm and her rich brown eyes twinkled with lovingness; the kind that comes when everything seems to be going right for everyone, as far as you can tell. As she gently stood up and took a step forward, she clasped her hands behind her back and spoke gently, "Hello Sam."

Sam, still being alert and aware, pointing a gun at her, replied abruptly. "Who or what are you and why are you here?"

"Sam, please. I understand that you believe you need a weapon so you can feel safe but if I wished to hurt you I could have done so by now. I would appreciate it immensely if you put it away."

He wasn't about to trust anyone that happened to be in his hotel room in the middle of the night and began to interrogate her again. "I said, who are you and what are you doing in my hotel room? Tell me now and I won't kill you." The large man towered over the teen even though they were reasonably far apart. Keeping an eye on her, he reached into his pocket and fished out a silver knife.

The girls eyes flicked to the small weapon, to the gun and back to Sam's eyeline, then smiled with a small light-hearted chuckle. "I'm not a demon, Sam. Not by your standards but if it makes you feel secure, please, feel free to test." And she scrunched up the left arm of her jumper, exposing her bare forearm to the Winchester, dramatically.

He was still a little cautious and wondered what game she could be playing at, so he walked towards her to test and cut a large gaping wound along her arm. She winced, not at the silver but at the pain and, when Sam nodded and relaxed his guard, she kissed the fresh cut gently. A warm feeling filled the room and her wound glowed with a pink, fuzzy sort of light before healing instantly. Sam looked down at the girl quizzically as she fixed her sleeve then placed her arms behind her back again. When she looked up again, she smiled with a small giggle. For someone knowing about demons and seeking out a Winchester, she seemed a little too happy. Sam swallowed doubts and shock before asking nervously, "What was that? What did you do?"

The girl spoke like the answer to every question in the universe had just been discovered but it was no big deal. "Love heals all wounds, Sam Winchester." Her voice was laced with patience and warmth.

A chill was sent straight down his spine and his mouth went dry, "What are you?"

She straightened herself, standing with her shoulders back and chest puffed out. She extended her right hand in an offering to shake Sam's. Her voice calm, she finally answered.

"Hello Sam, I'm Cupid."