The Beacon

Disclaimer: If I actually got sued over this story, then something is very wrong with the world. It's Kripke's sandbox; I'm just borrowing some of the toys. I'll put them right back, I promise.

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Chapter 2: Confrontation is an Ugly Thing

Author's Note: I know I haven't updated any of my stories in several months, but that's what happens when life gets in the way. So here's the next chapter and the next one is already written. I just have to proof read and work on my other stories evenly. So I hope you enjoy, although there isn't any action in this one. Please please please R&R.

Then:

Slowly, Sam Winchester opened his eyes. His head was hung down, giving him the view of his lap and arms. He knew he was no longer in the motel room and that instead of lying down, he was now sitting in a chair. Despite there being nothing holding Sam to the chair, he still felt an odd obligation to stay seated. That's…weird.

"Hello Sammy."

With a jerk, Sam lifted his head. Two yellow eyes stared back.

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Now:

Bea-con bee-kuhn -noun

1. A guiding or warning signal, as a light or fire, esp. one in an elevated position.

Sam stared up, his own eyes widening in fear.

The Demon. THE Demon was standing in front of him. Smiling. All need to stay seated in the chair disappeared and in a second, Sam was up. The silver handled, thrice blessed knife slid into his palm from his hidden strap on his forearm. Faster than he would have thought possible, Sam whipped his hand up, slicing the blade across the demon's chest, releasing a black billowing smoke.

At least that was the plan. Sam glanced down as his now unmoving body, which was caught somewhere between sitting and standing.

"Now, now Sammy. Let's be a good boy and do what you're told."

Sam sneered up at the demon, taking in its appearance this time. This time around, it had chosen the body of a middle aged man, probably close to John's age. The man was dressed in a simple collared shirt and jeans. The only unnatural part of him was the yellow eyes, which was where Sam was now focusing.

"Screw you." Sam could feel the sweat trickling down his back, his thigh muscles beginning to scream with the effort of keeping himself half standing, half sitting. He clenched his jaw ass the man leaned toward his face.

"I'm sure you're having buckets of fun, Sammy boy. But this could be a long talk and I want you conscious. Get comfortable."

Sam let out a groan as he felt a push hit his chest, forcing him back into the chair. As he sat, a feeling of complete obligation washed over his body, making all his muscles go loose. I shouldn't fight it. Sitting here is so much easier. Sam blinked lazily, losing focus on the dark room. Dimly, he could hear the demon hiss.

"Sean, control yourself."

With a gasp, Sam felt his attention snap back, forcing the whispering voice out of his mind. With a low growl, he pushed harder against the voice. Again, the urge to sit faded.

The demon watched with amusement, cocking his head at Sam's efforts.

"Fine. Be difficult." With that, ropes sprang to Sam's arms, wrapping themselves around his wrists and legs, effectively keeping him seated. Sam raised his head as the voice left his mind completely. With his head finally clear of influence, Sam pulled slightly at the ropes.

"Fuck" he muttered, realizing his chance to escape had thoroughly passed.

"Language Sam-boy" the demon smiled. "We have children present."

For the first time since waking, Sam focused on his surroundings. He was in a circular room, doors evenly spaced every few feet. Sam blinked as he stared at the wall, barely able to keep in his gasp of surprise. The walls were indescribable. Just when he thought he knew what it looked like, it would remold and change, easily flowing from stone to marble to wallpaper and continuing on.

But even the unbelievably unnatural wall was not what held Sam's attention. The dozen people standing around the room did. Most appeared around his age, although there were one or two older people who seemed in their mid-forties. A few adults even held a baby each. And every one of them stared back at Sam. Even the babies. This is way too creepy.

Sam tore his eyes away from them all, focusing again on the demon. "Where am I?"

The demon smiled, spreading his arms wide. "You are home."

Sam gave a sarcastic smile. "No thanks. I prefer a room that doesn't make me seasick."

"Oh yeah… that." The demon rolled his eyes, giving a small laugh. "I never was one for theatrics." The demon paused, a smile crossing his face. "Well, most of the time anyway. I did love having that long chat with you boys in the cabin last year. But that was just too perfect a moment to pass up."

"What do you want?" Sam clenched his teeth.

"I want my children" the demon grinned, a hint of surprise in its voice. "And you were the key to finding them all. I wanted to thank you for that."

"What, for helping Max kill himself? For Andy killing his brother?" Sam spat out.

"No, no, no, no, Sam" the demon sighed. "I wanted to thank you by finally bringing you home. How else would you find out why I chose you? Why you had visions of the other children. Why you were nearly beaten to death outside of the Sunrise Apartments."

Sam looked up, his lips parting in surprise.

The demon gave a small laugh at his reaction. "But we'll get to that later." The demon took a step around to Sam's side, leaning down to his ear. Sam barely held back a shudder at the chill of its breath on his neck.

"Is the anticipation running thru your veins yet, Sammy? That need to know if you would turn evil? That need has been eating away inside you; inside your brother.

"Don't talk about my brother" Sam growled. "He's gonna send you back into hell, you sonofabitch."

"You first, Sammy." The demon stood straight again, grinning at the others standing in the room walking in a circle around the trapped hunter. "After all, we're connected now; Demons and humans. You especially, Sammy."

The young man starred back into the demon's face. "It's Sam."

He barked out a laugh. "That's a good one, Sam. But I think it's time you know what is so special about you. The suspense is killing me. I can't wait to see your reaction."

The demon stopped, facing Sam head on. It's eyes burned yellow once more. "You know, I am very happy I know how to describe you, Sam. For most of my children, they don't get a position, not even a name. But you are different. You are my lieutenant. You, Sam, are my beacon.

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Author's Note: So you like? It's not my best, but I had to get it out of my system. Please review cause I haven't gotten any in a long time and I need the inspiration. Thanks so much. Salt and Burn, Baby!