|"A new kind of life."| |Chapter 2.|
A/N: All WARNINGS from the First Chapter still apply (Please ALWAYS remember and keep in mind that I did give a BLANKET WARNING in the First Chapter, because I never know what my mind might churn out last second.), A real quick note, the stuff in parentheses are the thoughts of a Character, and hopefully it will be obvious which Character is thinking what … That being said…
Onto the story… And as always, please enjoy and review… Reviews equal carrots and my super cute baby plot bunnies need something to eat… This is picking up right where Chapter 1. left off.
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"I may have been a bit dishonest about my true identity." Crowley purred as Sam made an angel blade seemingly manifest from his shirt sleeve ("And really, Moose?, When did you start picking up our tricks?")..
"I'll say." Sam growled as he took a calculatedly measured step forward in preparation to take a swing with that blade.
Crowley nervously took a step back, Gabriel had been right, whoever thought that DEAN was the 'scary one' had never seen SAM pissed the hell off and wielding something sharp… Damn the boy could strike terror into the most fearless of hearts and souls… Good thing that Crowley, really has neither a heart nor a soul… Well, not really, REALLY… Although he HAS come to be able to feel things… Very unpleasant things, like fondness ("BLEH!"), and admiration ("I just threw up in my mouth a little"), for the youngest Winchester ("Oh good grief, please kill me NOW!") and he had never, NEVER intended to become so involved or attached ("Gag me with a wooden spoon and call it a day, already!"), but he had and here he was and he had just revealed a part of himself that he hasn't shown anyone since before he was betrayed by one of his own kin. ("But SHE'S dead now… DEAN killed her… Remember?... And even though he hadn't known the whole story when he jabbed The First Blade into her heart, you OWE him… You owe BOTH of them, so quit trying to weasel your way out of it! You've come this far.. No turning back now, because that's not who you are… Not really.")…
Sam took another step towards him, he had to give kudos where kudos was due, the boy moved quickly, quietly, he had taken advantage of the temporary distraction of him conversing with his conscience, like the well trained, magnificent, PREDATOR… NO… WARRIOR… that he was born to be, if only Sam were able to remain on this setting, the one he's on right now… He'd be a glorious, wondrous sight to behold… But he's SAM fucking WINCHESTER and he doesn't do one setting.. The boy has layers… So many layers…
He's allowed himself to get distracted again, he feels almost PROUD of how Sam has managed to mesmerize him…
But enough of this silliness. He has work to do.
He gives Sam a cheeky smirk. It's not to be mean. He's simply telling the kid… "Not today.", because he knows that Sam WILL (probably) eventually kill him, just on principle alone, and when that day comes, he knows that he (probably) really will deserve it ("After all I've, PERSONALLY, put him through… Yeah, I'll (probably) deserve it." ("Unless he gives me half a chance to actually explain that not all things are exactly as they seem.".. ("But.. Yeah… Even then… I'll still (probably) deserve it."..)..).. )
And then with a wave of his hand, the deadly angel blade, disappeared, leaving Sam looking at his empty hand with anger and confusion written all over his face. ("The poor boy looks like someone just kicked his puppy…. Oh well, he'll get over it eventually." ("Hopefully.")..)
"Let's get down to tacks of brass, shall we?" He says with a flippant wave of his hand as he uses his powers to force Sam into silence and stillness, he doesn't like doing it this way, but he needs the kid to hear him out and Sam is, well, a stubborn lad, even at the best of times, so as much as he doesn't like doing things this way, it had needed to be done. But… If Sam hadn't been completely pissed the hell off at him before, he damn sure was ENRAGED at him now. "Alright, then. The first thing you need to know is that even if the demon cure does work, it will kill you in the process along with completing the Trials, thus closing The Gates of Hell."
"So.. All I care about is getting Dean, MY, Dean, back!" Sam bellowed.. And… WOW!... So, his angel ("Yes, ANGEL… And you really need Sam to understand what's happening…. Don't go and screw everything up, you bloody fool!), powers weren't exactly working at full capacity, when it comes to Sam ("And… Huh… Isn't THAT an interesting tidbit to store away for later?")…
Okay… So he needs a new tactic.
"Did you even hear that I said 'IF, the demon cure does work'?... Sam… You HAVE to understand ("Please understand.") that the cure might not even work."
"Why?" Sam snarled "Why, wouldn't it work?"
"There's lots of reasons why it might not work… First off… That Anti-Possession tattoo on your brother's shoulder… Think about it Sam… His body STILL has THAT tattoo…"
"Then how did he come back into his own body as a demon?" Sam seemingly asked himself as if he were just pondering about the query out loud, but Crowley, was going to reply anyway.
"Exactly."
Sam looked like he could no longer bear the weight of the entire world on his shoulders as he leaned heavily against the wall, ran an exhaustedly shaking and weary hand up his forehead and into his hairline, looking as deranged as his demonic sibling that was still lying, passively staring at the ceiling with Obsidian eyes, in the next room… Yeah… He's not so scary when he looks like he's about to lose his bloody fucking marbles, now is he?... No.. No, he's actually almost pathetic. An unhealthy, tangled up mess of ("Possibly erotic.") Co-Dependency doesn't even begin to describe the Winchester brothers. ("Be a bit more sympathetic towards the boys, would you?... They've BOTH had it rough over the last thirty-one years.".. ("And more, when one considers 'Hell Time' and all of the crap done to and planned for, them before they had even ever been conceived.")..)
The boy was clearly devastated by the thought that what he had honestly believed was his one shot at saving Dean, might not work.
And then Sam did something, so unexpected, but also, so… SAM… and Crowley found himself once again, in AWE of the strength of a human's HOPE…
It was silent, but 'Crowley' still heard it. Because it was a prayer, honest and genuinely pure, straight from the very center of the boy's soul…
"GOD… Please… Help me know the right thing to do…"
Smart, kid… Real smart….
TBC…
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