A/N: I'm sorry for the delay in posting this! I promise I have it all planned out, but school is...school. I want to thank everyone for their incredible comments about school and work. I guess a lot of you who are reading this are finished with high school, and it's nice to hear from people who've finished with it. So, thanks!
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-Jaq
Fully aware of the soaking-wet state of his attire, Sam walks into the New York Public Library. It's probably the biggest library he's ever seen, with thousands of books on hundreds of shelves.
More importantly, it has computers.
Sam logs into a computer on the end, his back to the wall. He clicks open Google, and begins to search.
Adopting a type of 'what the hell?' attitude, he types the first thing that pops into mind into the search bar. After Bela gets the Colt, who the hell does she give it to?" he types, stabbing the keys fiercely.
The first website that pops up is a fansite for the Supernatural books. Immediately, Sam exits out of the window. He's had enough experience with those to last a few lifetimes or so.
Instead, Sam searches for lore about Lilith- whom she trusted, those closest to her- anyone who could be in possession of the gun.
One name keeps popping up. Crowley. According to one site, 'the Demon referred to as Crowley, or the king of the crossroads, is second in command only to Lilith, the First Demon. Crowley is and was Lilith's conspirator and possible lover (see annotation 34).'
Well. That's something. At first, Sam dismisses the sketchy-looking site, but after looking closely, he discovers a small set of sigils in one corner. Specifically, sigils meaning "hi guys, I'm a hunter, this is my website," and sigils warding and shielding the site from evil. It's a clever way to do it, Sam has to admit.
So. Crowley.
If Bobby's place hadn't been burned down, Sam would have looked there. Surely, there was something on this Crowley. But since it's now a grease spot, he has to rely on...less conventional methods.
After nearly three hours scouring the web, Sam's confident he has the information he needs. Now, to find a demon.
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Sam would feel bad about stealing the spraypaint. Except he really doesn't. So he takes the pages he printed out and goes back to the motel. There's a fairly simple summoning spell that he's found. It requires quite a lot of human blood, but Sam could laugh at that. He can't bleed out.
He paints a devil's trap in yellow spraypaint around the room. Vaguely, he looks at all the blood and satanic-looking symbols and wonders what room service would think.
Well. It wouldn't matter in a day or so, anyway.
Sam slices open a vein just below his elbow, hissing sharply at the pain. The summoning can only work if blood is spilling, so he speaks the incantation fast.
In just under two minutes, Sam's feeling lightheaded, but everything's set. There's a demon tied to the only piece of furniture-the bed- and the penknife is in Sam's hand.
"Tell me about Crowley."
The demon laughs, throwing its head back. "Why would I do that?"
"Because," Sam snarls, "all I need for a summoning is a lot of blood, some sigils, and the proper incantation. All of which I've got. So you're dispensable. Exorciamos te.."
Swallowing, the demon looks visibly uncomfortable as Sam continues the exorcism. "Crowley's the king," it gasps suddenly. Sam pauses.
"Go on."
The demon shakes its head. "He's worse than you are."
Sam sticks the knife into the demon's thigh, eliciting a scream. "Don't worry. Sound warding was the first thing I put up. Like the knife? It's dipped in holy water." Learned that trick from Dean, Sam thinks.
He wonders if Dean will be relieved when Sam's dead. Probably.
But first, Sam has to find Crowley.
His eyes are drawn to the blood seeping out of the wound he's inflicted, and he forces himself to look away. The demon notices.
"You set him free, didn't you Sammy?" the demon says, its lip curling into a smile. "You want more juice? I've got a lot, Sammy, a lot..."
"Shut up," Sam growls. He looks up and begins reading, ignoring the demon's cries to stop. As he nears the end of the exorcism, the demon finally snaps.
"Wait!"
"I'm waiting."
Breathless, the demon gasps for air. "Crowley...he's got a mansion. In upstate New York. That's all I know, I swear."
Sam finishes the exorcism, ignoring the screams and pleas of the demon to the contrary.
-:-
Upstate New York? That's not far away. Well, it could theoretically be several hours, but it's the same state.
In other words, he can be back here and dead by the end of the day.
After driving for a couple hours into the mountains, Sam is almost wishing for Dean and his crappy music to fill up the empty space. That way, he doesn't have to think about everything.
He nearly crashes the car when a man in a black suit appears next to him in the car.
Sam slams on the brakes, yanking out the penknife and holding it threateningly. "Who the hell are you?" he snarls.
"Oh, please. Enough with the melodramatic toothpick," the man replies in an English accent, rolling his eyes. Obliging, Sam lowers the knife. After all, it won't do much damage, and he himself is practically invincible.
"You still haven't told me who the hell you are," he says though, shooting the hitchhiker a glare..
"Hello? The name Crowley ringing any bells? Word got out you were looking for me, so I decided to pay a visit."
"You're...Crowley?" Sam repeats, silently thinking that the middle-aged man in a suit doesn't exactly scream 'high-class demon."
The man looks at Sam as though it's the most obvious thing in the world. "They told me you were smart."
"Why did you pop up in my car?" Sam asks suspiciously, ignoring the jibe.
"Well, first, it isn't your car, is it? So it isn't warded. And secondly, I'd like to hear what you have to say. I have an...offer I'd like to make."
Sam swallows hard. "What offer?"
"I've got a gun that can kill Lucifer. And I'd like you to kill him for me."
"So you do have the Colt?" Sam asks, starting the car back up and driving down the road. He isn't sure where, exactly, he's going, but he feels like he should be driving.
"Yes, I've got the Colt. Now, here's the proposition. I give you the Colt, you and your brother leave me alone. Let me go about my business without you two badgering morons interfering," the man explains, shifting in the seat.
Silently, Sam knows exactly what he'll do with the gun. But he just nods.
"Good. Your address? I'll pop it over there. I'm not an idiot- you aren't holding the gun and the bullets while I'm in the room."
Sam rattles off the motel address and room number.
"Thanks, Moose. Alright, I'll be going now. Don't miss."
As Crowley disappears, Sam frowns. Didn't demons- especially demons close to Lilith and by extension Lucifer himself- generally not want the devil dead? Sam chooses not to question it. Never look a gift horse in the mouth, and all that.
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Annoyed at having to drive all the way back, Sam stomps into the motel and up to his room. The first thing he notices is that the devil's trap has been etched away a little.
The second thing he notices is the gun sitting on his bed.
A/N 2: Thanks so much for reading! Only about two or three chapters left...you guys have been the best readers ever, so thanks. Please review? It makes me feel better...Thanks for reading! Have a good day.
-Jaq