Reality TV: Black and White
"Your Mother?" Sam's eyes were wide with disbelief. "Your mother brought us here?"
I starred down at my shoes, "Umm."
Sam's voice squeaked this time, "I thought," He paused to clear his throat, "I thought you said she was dead."
Judas snorted, "Ha! I thought you were a Winchester!"
Sam snaked in an angry breath his hands forming into fists at his sides. A yellow glint appeared back in his eyes as he took a step towards Judas. "Shut up you Bastard!" He spat as him as he lunged the remaining distance between them.
I managed to move my feet fast enough to get between them, "Sam! Sam Enough!" He glared at me, his eyes looking more demon then human now. "Calm down and let me explain." He blinked at me his yellow eyes making my stomach turn. "SAM!" I screamed as I slapped him across the face.
Sam shook his head as if he was just waking up. His hand found the spot that was red from my slap, "Ouch! What the hell was that for?" He was back. I sighed with relief.
Judas snickered again, this time I threw him a murderous look. "Stuff it Judas. Mommy dearest can wait."
His face dropped, "Martha you know better then anyone that your mother does not wait for anyone."
I flipped him the bird, "He does now you idiot!" I started to push Sam towards the nearest set of armchairs.
"You've always been a headstrong child, I know that. But I'm telling you that she doesn't wait. She won't wait. Not even for you." He reached out and grasped my wrist.
I spun to face him taking my hands off of Sam's chest, "Not now Judas." I growled from between gritted teeth. I reached inside trying to find my power to force him to stop.
"I've been ordered to escort you." He paused an evil look crossing his face, "She never said you two had to be conscious."
His hand tightened around my wrist sending pain down my arm. I flinched instinctively. A broad grin came across his face sending anger shooting through me. I found my reserve of power and broke free of his grip. My hell fire sword starting to form at my hip, "Don't start something you can't finish." I flexed my hands like a gunslinger at the OK corral.
He laughed, "Don't threaten me child. Your mother may still be fond of you but HE wouldn't bat an eye if you disappeared." A small knife materialized out of no where into his hand as he grinned devilishly at me.
I tensed ready for a fight. I could feel the heat from my blade bouncing off my hand. Judas lunged towards me with his knife drawn. Sam growled from behind me, I could feel his warm breath brush across my hair as he pushed me aside. "This is for my family." He lifted his hands throwing Judas against the wall. His head hit with a hard thump taking him from his conscious state. He slumped down and slid towards the black and white tiled floor.
Sam slowly turned to look at me, the yellow from his demon eyes sliding away. "Now you have time to explain." He smiled ironically at me.
I breathed in deeply, "You didn't kill him did you?"
Sam snorted as he sat down in the nearest armchair, "My luck is never that good. Besides do you really care?"
I sat down across from him and rubbed my temples, another headache forming. "As much as I hate to admit this Sam, I do."
He raised his dark eyebrows at me.
"Look, things aren't as black and white as you think." My head was throbbing now as if the pain was from my newly acquired memories attacking the walls of my skull. I slumped back into my chair closing my eyes. As if he understood Sam allowed us to sit in silence for what seemed like hours. The smell of burned flesh stung at my nostrils. My ears now tuned into the screams of the tortured and damned.
Then he spoke, "Maybe you should try to explain it to me then."
I looked at him from barely open eyes. "You're not gonna like any of what I have to say."
He crossed his arms over his chest, "Well, it's only been a day or so since we met Martha and I already see that the majority of things that come from your mouth are bad."
I laughed, "Smartass."
He snickered too breaking the tension, "Now spill. Your buddy over there is going to wake up soon and knowing is half the battle."
I raised my eyebrow at him, "Really GI Joe?"
He shrugged, "What can I say? I had a lot of free time when I was a kid."
And then we laughed despite our unlikely location.
