A/N: Okay so... I don't even know where this came from. I just started typing, and this happened. I've wanted to try something new for a while though, so I guess that this makes sense. Anyway, this is just some random thing that popped up when I was considering the possibility that maybe Sam, Soulless!Sam, and Hallucifer all have a weird-ass conversation that's obviously set somewhere in the first half of Season Seven. It's pure dialogue, because it's kinda like this weird three-way inner monologue. Anyway, normal text is for Soulless!Sam, Italics is for Sam, and (Underlined) is for Hallucifer. Everybody get that? Awesome! Enjoy! :) ~Sammy


Once there was a Man in Parts of Three

Fear is a fault.

No it's not.

(Fear's what I have in store for you Sammy, just you wait.)

You're right. It's not a fault, it's a disease. It's a debilitating sickness, spreading through the blood, infecting every nerve. Why bother with even having such a ridiculous emotion?

Fear isn't a sickness. It's a virtue-

A virtue?! Hah. You really have lost your mind, haven't you? How can Fear be a virtue?

(He has lost his mind. His mind is shattered into a million tiny little pieces. And I'm going to take each one of those pieces, and slowly burn them down to ash.)

Fear is what inspires courage. Fear is what you feel when you love somebody. If you didn't feel Fear, then you would never defend a life, not your own, and definitely not anybody else's.

(You can't defend yourself from me. I'm everywhere. I'm in Hell, I'm in your mind, I'm right beside you. Can you feel the fear?)

And so what if you die? So what if anybody else dies? What does it matter? You live, you hurt, you die, and then you take whatever afterlife Fate decides to throw at you. Fear is crippling. I'd never choose to feel Fear.

Well that's ironic. As much as you deny it, I know you feel Fear. I know you do. Fear is what keeps you from fading away. It's what keeps you from leaving my mind. You're afraid of what will happen when you let go.

(Why don't you let go, Sam? Why don't you just stop trying? You know what to do… just point that gun, and pull the trigger.)

You- you don't know anything. You're just weak, with all those unnecessary emotions clouding your judgment. I don't feel Fear. I don't feel anything. I can't, remember? That's why he wanted you, and not me.

Wait… is that what this is all about? You're jealous?

What? No. Don't be stupid.

You know that you're just calling yourself stupid now, right?

Whatever. I'm not jealous. Especially not over him.

Oh but you are.

No I'm not.

Listen, you're a part of me, and you're in my head, so trying to lie to me isn't really the brightest move.

(You're just lying to yourself, Samuel. You keep saying that I'm not real but you know the truth. You know what kind of pain awaits you.)

I'm not lying.

… Uhuh…

… Okay, fine. I'm not exactly… happy… that he wanted you. I mean, I'm his brother too! I'm still Sam. But no, he just wanted you back. All he ever said was how he just had to get our soul back. I made sure that he kept away from 'the life' for a year. I wanted him by my side, fighting along with me, but I didn't drag him back to the hunt. Because I thought that he was happy. I figured that it was better that way. I did everything I could to be more like you, so that he could have the brother that he wanted. I just wanted to be Dean's Sammy, okay? But I can't be. Not as long as you're here.

(You won't be here for long. I'll get you back, bunk buddy.)

So… what? You're hanging on here because you want to get rid of me? You know that you can't, right? I've got my soul now, and I really doubt that I'm going to lose it again.

Yeah, I know you won't lose it, but that doesn't mean that you won't lose it. I mean, you've got the devil running around in your head and wreaking havoc. There's only so long that a soul can hold out. And right now? It's looking more and more like it's going to give out soon. And when it does, you'll retreat, and I'll be there, ready to take over.

That's your tactic? Wait until I go crazy, and then stage a mutiny? Does not having a soul affect your intelligence? Because that is, without a doubt, the most insane thing I've ever heard. And I've spent most of my life listening to Dean's plans. You have to know that Dean's going to realize. I mean, you really think that he's going to be okay with having a soulless bastard for a brother?

Pretty soon, he's not going to have a choice.

I'm not going to give up; I'm not going to stop fighting. Never. So you go ahead and keep planning it out, but I swear, it's not going to happen. I'll keep fighting. For Dean.

(Oh, you'll try, Sam, you'll try. But you won't succeed. Because in the end, you will come back to me.)

I guess that we'll just have to see, won't we?

Don't bother holding your breath.

(Hey, Sam. Sammy. Samuel. Sam. Want to see me set fire to Dean's hair?)

… would you just shut up and stop?!

(You're right. Flames aren't really his style. Hmm… I know! Let's try meat hooks!)


A/N I just... Okay, I have no excuse. Let's all just laugh at how random I can get. Ugh. Anyway, leave a review, and let me know if you like this strange excuse for a story. Reviews are muse-fodder! :) ~Sammy