I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters. I didn't invent soulless Sam, but I do enjoy writing him. Alta is my own creation. I don't profit from my stories. It's just for enjoyment
"Weapon"
-Matthew Good
Here by my side, an angel
Here by my side, the devil
Never turn your back on me
Never turn your back on me, again
Here by my side, it's Heaven
Here by my side, you are destruction
Here by my side, a new colour to paint the world
Never turn your back on it
Never turn your back on it, again
Here by my side, it's Heaven
Careful, be careful
Careful, be careful
This is where the world drops off
Where the world drops off
Careful, be careful
You breathe in and you breathe out
For it ain't so weird
How it makes you a weapon
And you give in
And you give out
For it ain't so weird
How it makes you a weapon
Never turn your back on it
Never turn your back on it again
Careful, be careful
Here by my side, it's Heaven
Family Secrets Chapter 4
She didn't open her eyes as she slipped her hand across the bed meeting nothing but cold sheets. Sam was up already. He was always up. She wondered at how little he slept. She listened. Sometimes she would hear his breathing, the deep rush of inhale/exhale as he exercised. Usually she would hear the faint tapping of keys on the laptop as he searched for cases. She heard neither this morning.
Alta threw off the covers and sat on the side of the bed. Her clothes, discarded hurriedly on the floor last night had been folded and laid across the foot of the bed. God, the man was such a neat freak. It didn't bother her... much... but she wondered if it bothered him that she wasn't that neat. I don't think anybody is a neat as this. She looked around the room. There is nothing in this room! No paintings on the walls... no knick knacks... no memorabilia... no life. This is like a prison cell! She decided she would do something to fix it. She would do it today.
When Sam returned with coffee and breakfast he found the apartment empty. She'd left in a hurry. The bed was made but there was no cereal bowl, no juice glass. She didn't take time to eat. He looked for any sign of the supernatural. No sulfur, no EMF... He was satisfied she was safe. He ate both of the croissant's he'd bought took his coffee and headed to the Campbell Compound.
Sam returned to the apartment at nearly seven that evening. He noticed the differences immediately. Just a few changes made quite an impact. He stood in the doorway gazing around the room. Alta watched him, trying to gauge his reaction as he walked slowly to the wall and gazed at one of the pair of paintings she'd hung. Both were landscapes, riversides with dark slow moving water and large ancient trees growing close to the banks and hanging out low over the water. A lonely empty boat pulled up the bank rested at the trunk of one of the trees. He moved to the second painting. His face was unreadable.
"I found them at a gallery downtown. Some unknown French artist, late nineteenth century. Somebody cleaned out their attic, no doubt..." He didn't respond, just continued to gaze at the second painting. "They're dark, I know but I like dark." He gave a fleeting smile. Finally a reaction.
"Character." he stated flatly. Then he turned and his eyes fell on the lamps and the few knick knacks she had placed on the end tables.
"The place just looked like a monastery or something. It needed a little personality." She still couldn't tell what he felt about the changes. "If you don't like it... It is your place... But I thought... "She was beginning to babble.
"It's good. I just never would have thought of this stuff." He smiled. An approving smile. "You're right. It makes the place more like a home. You're good at this." Sam didn't understand the beauty of the paintings or the need for the decorations but he recognized that it looked normal. And she wanted it. "It's good Alta, thanks."
She closed the distance between them, slipped her arms around his waist and laid her head against his chest. He remembered this. Last time she did this he tried to take her and she tried to kick his ass for it. So he wrapped his arms around her and held her... waiting. It occurred to him that she cared for him. She loved him. He wondered why. And he wondered what he was supposed to do now.
"Alta?"
"Shhhh." She leaned back looking up at him. "I'm starving."
"Yea, me too. Let's go down to the pub."
As they ate, he told her about the research he done that day. "It's a routing salt and burn."
"Samuel's not much on hauntings. He generally goes more for creatures. What'd he say?"
"He doesn't know about it. I'm going without him. I want you to back me up."
"You're not going to tell him? Wouldn't it be better if we had more hunters?"
"No. We don't need an entourage. We go in. Just you and me, lean and fast." He looked at her. The challenge in his eyes was obvious. He stood, threw money on the table and waited for her to join him.
Back in the apartment she tried again to voice her concern. "Are you sure about this, Sam? I've been hunting with the Clan all my life. Before Samuel, before you... it's just not the way we do things. We don't go off on our own like this."
"I've been hunting all my life too. And I do what I think is the best for the hunt. You're the best hunter in the Campbell Clan and I want you hunting with me. We can still hunt with them. Believe me, Samuel will accept this. He won't have a choice."
"You're going to tell him?"
"Yea, I'll call him in the morning." He could feel she was still apprehensive. He wrapped his arms around her. "I've got your back. Believe me; I won't let anything happen to you."
"Sam, I..."
He didn't want to discuss it anymore. She's smart. If she keeps pecking at this, she'll figure it out. He kissed her, pulling her close to him. "Don't worry." He kissed her again. "Just don't." Sam knew he had to stop her from asking too many questions. He needed to distract her and he knew just how to do it. He ran his hands through her hair. "Alta." He whispered her name. He could feel her beginning to calm.
The hunter in Alta was on edge. Instincts told her she was being manipulated. But she trusted Sam. She was in love with him and she thought he loved her. So she tried to push her unease aside, but she wondered. Is he just using me? Doubts began to cloud her thoughts. Then she felt his hands running through her hair. He tilted her face up to meet his kiss. It was so soft... gentle... almost reverent. Breaking the kiss he spoke softly into her mouth, "Come". He pulled her with him to the bed.
He began to slowly undress her, kissing her softly as he removed each piece of clothing. Her shirt went first. His kisses started at her throat and trailed down between her breasts. She reached behind to unfasten her bra and his hands captured her breasts. He alternately kissed each one sucking the nipples into his mouth. Her breath came in gasps... her doubts fading into the sensual clouds of desire.
He felt her desire rising and her doubts fading. He began to trail licks and kisses down her body, unfastening her jeans and pulling them from her hips. She lifted to allow him to pull them along with her panties from her and tossing them to the floor. She felt his hands along the inside of her thighs. He continued trailing his kisses down across her belly as he pulled her legs apart. Any doubts… any thoughts of the hunt were gone in a haze of passion.
"Oh God, Sam." The prayer escaped her lips like a plea. His large hands covered her butt as he grasped her and pulled her up to his face. She felt his breath on her and she spread further open for him. His long tongue raked between her lips and found the bundle of nerves at her core. She heard herself whine and couldn't stop the shivers that ran through her body. He ran his tongue across her clit again. She felt one hand drift toward her core and she knew... she hoped... she was breathless... She felt his long finger slip into her and she gasped, "Oh, yes... yes!"
He glanced up at her. "I know." She rose up; supporting herself on her arms and saw him looking up at her, his smile was devious as his tongue snaked out to rake across her again. His fingers found her sweet spot and pushed up making her swell as he sucked her clit into his mouth. He felt her tremble and raked his tongue across her. Her hips rose up to meet him. Her head fell back. Her breath came in gasps and he felt and smelled and tasted the sudden rush of her orgasm and he sucked her, holding her in his mouth and working his fingers inside her until she screamed.
Alta lay breathless on the bed watching him undress. She reached for him as he held himself above her. Sam kissed her, running his tongue across her lips and sliding into her mouth to play along the tip of her tongue. "Taste how good you are..." He whispered the words into her mouth. "... how good you smell." He breathed deep as he slid into her. She began to rock against him... licking his lips... tasting her own juices on his mouth. She licked and sucked at his lips. She felt his deep breaths as he thrust into her. She reached to clutch his butt and pull him deeper into her. Her legs wrapped around him. She gazed into his eyes as he plunged deeper and faster until she reached a second climax. As he groaned with pleasure she felt his hot juices fill her.
He lay beside her spooning her against him in their favorite position. Her head tucked under his chin and his body blanketed around her.
"You love me." It was a statement, not a question. "I can feel it... I can smell it all over you."
"That's sex. Not the same thing as love." She knew she was falling in love with him but she wasn't sure where he was going with this. Was he going to say he loved her? Somehow she didn't think so.
"That's not what I'm talking about." She could dance around the truth. He didn't care. But he knew she was falling in love with him and it felt like power. "You definitely smell like sex. Especially now. But... I don't know how to explain it but I know. You can't hide it. It oozes from your pores."
"You're..."
"Shhhh. Don't say anything." she fidgeted. "Shhh, shhh, shhh. Just close your eyes."
Sam held her close, waiting to feel her body relax into sleep.
Alta woke up in bed alone again. She wondered if he slept at all. Her clothes so hastily discarded on the floor last night… again… were folded and laid on the foot of the bed… again and Sam was nowhere to be seen. She got clean clothes and headed for the shower. He was waiting when she came out of the bathroom.
"Let's get going. I've packed the car. We can stop for breakfast on the way."
"Let me just throw some things in my..." she looked around, searching."... duffel..." She raised empty hands.
"Already packed and in the car."
"Sam. How do you know...?"
"I know what you carry. I've watched you pack." She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
"Did you call Samuel?"
"You're stalling."
"And you're avoiding the question."
"Look, I'm doing this. Are you with me or not?" There was no anger in his voice. He showed no emotion. It seemed like just a simple question.
"And if I'm not?"
"Then I'll go myself. But I want you with me. I need the back up."
They stood looking at each other. She sighed. "Fine, I'm in. Let's roll."
Xxxxxxxx
What Sam had said was a routine salt & burn turned out to be something quite different. Alta was still unclear on some of the details but she couldn't imagine how a hunter with as much experience and knowledge as Sam could be so wrong about his prey. It didn't quite add up.
The haunting was supposed to be of an old abandoned school house on the outskirts of Springfield Missouri. Alta's first clue came at the trunk of the Charger. She took her side arm which Sam had loaded with silver bullets. No good against a spirit but, just in case he said. He stuffed his pistol in the back of his jeans. Sam carried his pistol like that from childhood. It was the way his father had taught him… hidden but easily accessible. She grabbed her shot gun… rock salt. He took his shotgun but didn't check it. Then he grabbed his duffel.
"We need to be prepared for anything. You never know. What looks like a haunting might be something else altogether. "He opened the duffel and began to go over the contents with her. Rope, iron knife which he handed to her, silver knife which he put in his jacket pocket. Small machete which he handed to her and she put in her belt. Large machete which he put in an inside pocket of his jacket. Extra shells and bullets among other items.
"We're not armed for a spirit, Sam. What is this?"
"I just want to be prepared for anything." His face was sincerely contrived and she could tell he was hiding something.
"Bullshit!"
He looked at her but didn't speak. She drew her pistol and leveled it at him. "Silver works on humans too, Sam. I threatened to shoot you once before and if you don't tell me the truth, I'm gonna make good on that threat right now."
"Alright." He raised his hands in surrender. "I think it's a djinn." She gave him an incredulous look. "Dean and I killed one a while back. I'm pretty sure that's what it is."
"We should have the others with us. This is too dangerous for two. We need more back up."
"No. If we come in mass that will just drive it underground. We'll never capture it."
"Capture it? This is crazy! If we're going to do this we need to kill it."
"No we can do it. I know we can. Listen. I'll go in first, as bait." He seemed to be pleading with her. "You follow. The rope is soaked in Lambs blood. That should hold him." He took another rope from the trunk and attached it to his belt. "If we have to, we kill it. Your knife is dipped in lamb's blood, so is mine. That should do it."
She just looked at him. Somewhere in the midst of this unbelievable discussion she had put her gun back in its holster. God, she hated being manipulated. And she had just been played in spades. Every instinct told her not to do this. But the fact was that she loved him and it clouded her judgment and he knew it. "If we get out of this alive, I am gonna shoot you."
They climbed the chain link fence that surrounded the grounds and Alta picked the lock to a side door. Sam entered first while she waited. "Give me five minutes. That should be enough time to tip him off that I'm here."
No one could move through a dark building like Sam Winchester. He'd been doing this drill since he was six years old. Stealth was second nature to him. Sticking to the shadows with well-placed steps he went in undetected. He found the lair. Bodies were hanging in differing states of decay. Some were still alive, barely. Blood bags were attached to them slowly draining them of life. The djinn was not here now. Sam found a perch where he could be hidden. He could see the entrance, the entire room and get quickly to the floor. He slid into shadow and waited for his plan to unfold.
Within minutes he saw Alta enter the room. He barely caught sight of her. She was good. Moving silently, sticking to shadows. But he saw her and he was betting that as good as she was she didn't go unnoticed by the djinn. And he was right. He heard nothing, but he saw the slightest movement on the opposite side of the room. He watched as the djinn crept silently toward her. She didn't catch it. She would soon, he was sure of it. He just hoped the creature would get close enough before she saw it so that he could make the capture.
When she entered the room, she slipped into the shadows. She noticed the bodies and looked for Sam and the djinn. She saw neither. Slowly, quietly she began to work her way around the room. About halfway around, she saw it. Just a slight movement, off to the left, behind her. Instincts told her that she was no longer the hunter, she was the prey. Her pistol was in her right hand and she slowly reached for the knife with her left. She wondered why she was alone. Where the Hell was Sam? Sam watched from his perch hidden in shadow. He didn't move. He didn't want to alert the djinn to the trap. Timing was everything.
He watched as the creature crept closer to her. She listened, waiting until it was close enough for her to strike a killing blow. Moments stretched infinitely as they both waited for the right instant. She knew she had to strike first. Sam knew she was ready to turn, his muscles bunched ready to spring from his perch. She turned to face the djinn. He hit the floor running, the rope stretched from hand to hand across his wide arm span. He looped the rope around the djinn and pulled him away from her and her knife sliced empty space. The djinn struggled, but Sam had wrapped it securely and as the lamb's blood began to soak through to its skin the djinn dropped limp to the floor.
Alta heaved a sigh and stood staring at Sam. "Where the Hell were you? What the fuck, Sam?"
He grabbed her. "Are you alright?"
"No… no you don't." She brushed his hands away. "What just happened here? You set me up! You bastard!"
"No, no… No, I didn't." He actually looked hurt. It was the most emotion she seen him show since she'd met him. "I wouldn't do that." He sighed. "I went on further in…" he motioned toward a door on the far side of the room. "I doubled back. I thought I missed something." He looked so sincere. "Thank God. I got here just in time." He reached a hand to touch her face. "What would I have done?" He gently pulled her against him, cradled her face against his chest. She was stiff, still processing what had happened. "How could you think I would risk losing you?" He continued to hold her, waiting. Waiting for the fear to subside, waiting for her doubts to clear. He would wait for as long as it took.
TBC-
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