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All the demons in the room flinch when he walks in. They all know who he is and what he wants. He wants Sam Winchester, but they know what both of them are capable of. They aren't stupid, they remember what Sam was capable of when he was free in hell. They also know how merciless Drekavac is. Either way they will die. Either by Sam's hands or Drekavac's. The room stays silent as Drekavac looks at every one of them. "I'm sure you all know what I want." His voice is deep and has a slight british accent. A lot of them nod their heads in answer, too afraid to speak.
"Good, I want all of you to keep an eye on him. Don't get close, you know he will sense you. Mainly follow Dean and Bobby singer." He says, his eyes droning the room. The demons nod, too scared of what he will do if met with defiance. "Go now, report to me if anything big happens." He says sternly, watching as each of them leave anxiously. He smiles maliciously as one demon stays behind. "You need something Drekavac?" The demon says, not near as scared of him as the rest are.
"I need you to get close with him. Make him see a reason to trust you. Get on the inside and find out what they plan to do with Adam." The demon nods his head in acceptance and blinks out of the room.
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Sam stands in the spot where he resurfaced from hell. "I should've found a way to get you out Adam." He says, shaking his head. He should've found a way back in the cage while he was still down there. Going now would be too much of a risk. There were too many unknowns. Drekavac could have demons posted at every entrance to hell. He had one shot and he couldn't risk losing it. Sounds of footsteps pull him from his thoughts. "This is where you got out?" Dean asks, coming to a stop beside him. "Yep." Sam says, running his fingers through his hair and back over his face.
"We'll get him out Sam, we just have to find the right time." Dean says, grabbing his shoulder and squeezing it reassuringly. "I know." Sam says, wishing he could go down there and get him now. "Let's head back, I'm sure Bobby already has dinner ready. And I'm ready for some ribs." Dean says, turning and walking back to Baby. Sam lingers for a moment and then turns.
An hour and half later they find themselves at the table with Bobby and two slabs of ribs in front of them. "Damn, Bobby. This smells amazing." Dean says, reaching for the knife. A knock sounds from the door and Sam gets up to get it. He reaches to the small of his back and draws his gun. They weren't expecting anyone at the moment so he couldn't be too cautious. Opening the door with the gun pointing against it he sighs as Val steps in.
"Man.." She overdramatically smells the aroma coming from the kitchen, "You're having ribs and you didn't invite me?" She clutches her shirt over her heart and makes a pouty face. "I'm hurt." Sam smirks, "Come on in then. Don't expect smiles and warm hugs when you walk in though." Sam says, stepping to the side so she can step in. "I wouldn't see any other way." She says, smiling widely and whistling. "Damn Bobby, I didn't know you could grill?" She says, walking into the kitchen with Sam trailing her.
"Uh uh Sam. She ain't staying." Dean says, standing up from his chair. "Chill Dean, I came with news." Val says taking Sam's spot at the table. Sam rolls his eyes and scoots the chair out from under her. "Spill then." Sam says, taking his seat back. "Uhg, fine. You guys are no fun…. There was a big demon meeting yesterday. I think Drekavac is calling all his cronies." Val says, swiping a rib from the stack as Dean's face grows red with anger. "Great now we have to watch out for his lackeys." Sam says, turning to Bobby to see his reaction to all this.
"Why now? He's had weeks to set demons on us and he hasn't done anything." Bobby says, taking his cap off and scratching his head. "I don't know his time table, but if he's gathering all his resources it won't be long before he makes a big move." Val says, taking a bite of the stolen food. This isn't good. If Drekavac is moving up his time table then that means they have less time to figure out answers. The power that he is currently holding back is becoming harder and harder to control.
He can't keep hiding the broken door handles and ripped shirts. Sooner or later the power will be too strong for him to keep in check. It was easier in hell, he was able to let it go freely, not worrying about collateral damage. After all, hell is filled to the brim with demons. "Earth to Sam." Dean's voice shakes Sam's frantic thoughts away. "Huh?" Sam asks, looking from Dean to Bobby. Val was nowhere to be seen. She probably left while he was zoned out. "You okay?" Dean asks, forehead creasing in worry.
"I'm fine… What were you saying?" Sam asks, grabbing some ribs off the pile, even though his appetite has suddenly vanished. "What are we gonna do about your situation?" Dean asks, referring to the increasingly growing power raging inside of Sam. Sam scoops some broccoli onto his plate. "I don't know yet, but Cas is still looking for Gabriel." Sam says, not able to think of another answer. He hopes the archangel is still alive. He would surely have the answers to their questions.
It didn't take them long to finish eating and part ways to get ready for bed. "I got first shower." Sam says, after helping Dean clean up the kitchen. "Not if I get there first, bitch." says Dean, throwing the towel in his hands at Sam and taking off towards the stairs. "Come on, Jerk! I called it!" Sam says, taking off after him, taking the stairs three at a time. He can hear Dean laughing as he shuts the door and locks it behind him. "Come on Dean!" Sam yells, banging on the door. "Sorry bitch, you're too late." Dean says, voice muffled from the behind the door.
"Whatever." Sam says, heading to their shared room and grabbing some clothes. Rummaging through his dresser for clothes the hair on Sam's neck stands on end. He feels a presence in his room. Pretending he hasn't noticed yet, Sam moves his clothes out of the way and grabs the spare gun he has in his drawer. Whipping around with his gun raised, Sam almost drops the gun in shock as he sees who is standing in front of him. "Heyya Sammy." The short blonde says, with a grin on his face.
Sam can't decipher the emotions that are rushing through every fiber of his being. This is the person that trapped him and Dean on many occasions just to mess with them. And he would never forget the time that he had trapped him in an endless loop of Dean dying. "I know it's been a while and you thought I was dead, but…" That stupid smile never leaves his face. And no matter how badly Sam wants answers, he can't focus on anything that the archangel is saying.
Too many thoughts and memories are attacking him from every angle. Holding Dean's limp body in his arms that last time after so many repeated Tuesdays and chasing after the angel for months, only to fall to his knees begging for him to bring his brother back. He doesn't even remember lowering his gun, not that it would do any damage anyway. But Gabriel is standing in front of him now, mouth still moving. "I think I still look good, don't you?"
Sam clenches his fist and clocks the angel in the face. He doesn't even question the non-existent pain in his right hand. "Okay, I probably deserved that." Gabriel says, rubbing at his jaw with slight shock. Sam throws another punch, but Gabriel ducks and bocks the kick that he follows up with. "Woah, Sam. Use your words." Gabriel says, backing away a little. Sam's neurons finally start firing again and he wonders why the angel is backing away from him.
But the anger flares back up again and he starts forward again, but stops as he realizes that he can't hear the shower running anymore. "Sammy, shower's all yours! Don't worry, I made sure to use up all the hot water." Dean's voice echoes off the walls and Gabriel grimaces. "Oh Dean, always with the good timing." Gabriel says, raising his hand and snapping his finger.