"I'm too sexy for your love, to sexy for la la laaa." A melody enthusiastic Akitar sang. He was so happy with his new body. Olev was right; with a body like this, he could get anything he wanted. He was tall, handsome, and devilishly clever, not to mention had an irresistible smile, and, had more power then he first perceived. The best bit was, that this body was so complex and twisted, he hadn't even gotten to the really good stuff yet.
On the surface he'd already discovered telekinesis, precognition, and a tanglement of others. But, what he really enjoyed the most was his new baby face, and those lovable puppy eyes. He really COULD get away with anything, and no one would suspect him. Not with this innocent face.
Of course, not all was lollipops and candy canes. He had to share this body with its previous owner and, boy, was that a pain in his new, cute ass. Sam Winchester was a thorn in Akitars side from the very beginning. First, it was the whole I-don't-want-to-be-possessed ordeal (which was totally in vain obviously) and now it was the you-will-not-control-me crappy attitude, which was making things a little difficult for Akitar.
Akitar had a small celebration once he took over Sam's female-magnet body, and had to laugh at the fact that Sam, really had had NO chance. Sam had been a target since he was six months old. He was one of the many children and he WOULD serve Cynahl in his dark army. Akitar kept telling Sam he should feel honored to be a chosen one, but Sam would not hear it.
Unfortunately, Sam, was a fighter, and didn't care if the dark side had "cookies" or not. The rest of his miserable family was the same, if not worse. Cynahl failed every time, because of that stubborn, nosy, protective, smart-ass family.
Cynahl's first attempt at reaching Sam was stopped abruptly as Mary so inconveniently intruded, soon followed by an angry and very stubborn husband, John Winchester.
Since one screw up was all the previously incredulous father of two needed, Sam was forever and always protected by numerous spells and incantations. It was almost impossible to locate him, let alone reach him.
After that night, Cynahl studied and learned all the Winchesters patterns and giveaways, like one would study peoples tell in a poker game. But, even with constant watch, hundreds of temptations and distractions, they stuck together. Fighting and killing anything in their paths, practically untouched.
Vampires, ghosts, demons, NONE succeeded. Even when Sam was around six and he sent an essence-sucking witch that preved on children. With a distraction for their father and Dean being to young to really do anything, John STILL came back in time to rescue little Sam.
Cynahl soon figured out, that the Winchesters where unbreakable together, but broken apart, they were no more then regular people. If he could separate them, they'd be at his mercy. So, Cynahl sent two loyal and eager soldiers to feed off of Sam's longing to be normal, befriend him, and convince him to go to Law School. Thus separating him from his freakishly protective family and finally giving Cynahl a chance.
With the knowledge of Sam's weakness for "normal" and his past history with his father, Sam left for Stanford. Cynahl couldn't have asked for a better outcome. This was just the beginning though. Cynahl had just started and other loses ends needed to be tied. He did however, let himself rejoice (if demons can do such a thing) over his small victory. After all, Sam was the most powerful and important man to be assimilated into his army. Without Sam, he couldn't carry out his plans, but first things first, he still needed to actually get Sam. Preparations for his right hand man were already underway.
A few more small failed attempts at reaching Sam and Cynahl found out he had a bigger problem then first presumed. It wasn't spells and charms that had kept Sam from his grasp, oh no, it was something more powerful then that. Why he didn't realize it sooner he didn't know. But he was sure it was this now. Something he'd always figured the movies had over rated, but he was wrong, again. Love, it was love that was keeping Sam out of harms reach, and Cynahl kicked himself for under estimating it. That was one mistake he would never, EVER, make again.
The Winchester family had proven to be more then a nuisance from the start, fortunately, one was already dead, and the rest were torn and weary from fights. Fights from not only the supernatural, but emotions as well. In that, Cynahl felt where he could break their bounds of love, and protection, and finally get what was truly his, little Sam Winchester.
Cynahl knew, and really didn't mind, that he had to kill Sam's entire family to get to him. It was rather annoying at times, but he thoroughly enjoyed seeing those whom he hated in pain.
John, the leader of their pack, was determined, but weak nonetheless. While he was with his sons, he let his guard down and often felt the consequences after. Though, with Sam there, that dumb luck would kick in and they'd survive another day.
Dean, now he was the bigger issue. He was the eldest, the big brother, the protector, and that's exactly what he did. Even though he and Sam had their fair share of fights that damn thing called "love" always managed to keep them together.
This wasn't good news. Dean was a major obstacle in Cynahl's plan, and he needed to be removed. Dean, thankfully to Cynahl's knowledge, had his mind set that he was supposed to look after Sam, when really, his purpose was much more then that. But he had no idea about the real deal, and neither did Sam.
Never the less, Deans lack of knowledge didn't effect the fact that be needed to be killed. After plotting and much thought into the matter, Cynahl, to his great grief, found out that Sam's overwhelming powers only developed when he was with his brother.
Deeper examination of the brothers relationship, and the reason why Sam's powers only work with Dean, surfaced as something even bigger and more annoying. Just like Yin and Yang, the brothers are half of each other, sharing and completing one another.
So, Cynahl prepared a little party for what was left of the Winchester family. Cynahl knew now, that to get to Sam, he needed to get John out of the picture and the brothers needed to be together. First, a distraction was needed, to give John reason to leave Dean without notice "New information" was sent out regarding his dead wife, the predictable John took the bait and left.
Dean's actions after John left were predictable and soon Dean came to Sam's Stanford dorm room, knocking for help. Sam, of course, agreed to finish a hunt and try looking for their father. But, Cynahl's brain washing ideas of school worked all to well on Sammy and he would only go on the condition of being back by Monday for an interview.
This would not do. Cynahl needed the brothers to stay together longer then three days, his plan was tedious and needed more time. While the clueless brothers wandered, Cynahl concocted another plan.
Sam had found a girlfriend while he was at school. A human, regular, non-demon girl, who wasn't in the plan. Not the colossal plan anyways, so, she would need to be extracted from the picture also. Sometimes his job was just too much fun.
Besides from his interview, Sam's true reason for returning was his precious girlfriend, Jess. Or Jessica. She was beautiful, smart, talented and Sam's number one reason for living. Cynahl knew that if that was torn mercilessly away from him, in the same way his loving mother was, then Sam would have no reason to stay and every reason to look for revenge.
So, naturally, Cynahl killed her. Pegged to the ceiling, blood dripping from the gash in her stomach, staining her white night gown. That's how Sam found her.
After that, Sam swore a silent oath, to hunt and kill the son-of-a-bitch that did this to his family. He also swore to find his dad, which caused many wrong turns and pauses in their hunt for the creature. Thus giving Cynahl all the time in the world. He had the control, now he just had to wait.
All the time in the world though, turned out to be roughly a year. Cynahl felt that was enough time for Sam's powers to have developed, so, he arranged a meeting.
What a party that was.
When he was possessing John, he realized that John didn't have much to do with anything. He just always seemed to get in the way and now, Cynahl got to have a little fun with it. He knew Dean was soft for their father and Sam was soft for Dean. Therefore, making John's meat suit, the safest place to be for a Demon.
They really do live up to their names as brothers. Cynahl was reminded that Dean was and is, the major influence in Sam's life, not John.
The time had finally come where one nuisance was to be removed, permanently. Dean of course, had it coming, which made it all the more sweeter when his blood oozed from his chest and his brother stood helplessly pinned across the room.
The you-are-so-dead torture was going quite smoothly in Cynahl's opinion, until an unexpected John managed to take back control of his body for a brief moment and end it.
In that pathetic, but affective, moment of control, Cynahl lost his grip on Sam and he managed to grab the Colt. Even though Cynahl tried to gain control of the situation again, with mention of their dad also dying, he was unsuccessful. After getting shot in the leg, abruptly halting everything, Cynahl fled John's body, in fear of his destruction and left behind scars of every kind.
Since he had failed, again and none of the Winchesters were dead, Cynahl called on Olev and Akitar to finish the job. They shouldn't be that hard to kill, they were all affected in some way and weakened.
With two fresh new demons on the chase and the unsuspecting Winchesters on their way to help, Akitar took the lead.
He possessed a semi driver and collided with the impala at break neck speed, careful not hit Sam's side, because he had to survive the accident.
Again, unfortunate for the demons, all three Winchesters survived. So, Olev took his turn.
He entered the groggy mind of John, and played with it. He convinced John to leave his sons, and once he was able to do so, John did. Next, he tried to enter Dean's comatose body, but for some reason, found it too difficult to stay in, so he left horrible ideas and abandoned it.
Then of course, last, but definitely not least, Sam. Olev screwed around with Sam's visions, emotions and thoughts. Making him feel, just like Dean, that he was solely responsible for everything that went wrong.
Finally, the finale, or close enough. One of the last things that needed to be done, was the possession of Sam.
That was going to be a tricky one. Fun, but tricky.
It proved to be just that, but now that the "hard" part was over, Akitar was thoroughly enjoying himself. Right now, Sam belonged to him and he wasn't about to just pass this opportunity up. Akitar was sucking as much juice from it as he possibly could, doing his best to leave nothing but a shell of a man and some good 'ol memories for himself.
Of course, Akitar couldn't harm Sam as much as he wanted to, because after his short time with him, Sam would have to go to Cynahl and he has to be alive and kicking.
So, instead of harming Sam physically, Akitar chose to harm him mentally. Since Sam had no control over Akitars actions, Akitar made SURE, they were the most disgusting, horrible, merciless things he could think of and then, did it.
He loved to go to the kindergartens around small towns and pick some kid to play with later. Then, he'd make Sam listen to the family's screams and cries of their lost child. It was too much fun.
His specialty, or more like his favorite thing to do was, practically take someone apart while they were still alive. Now THAT, was fun.
Sometimes Akitar would get bored though, so he'd make Sam relive his nightmares about Jessica, and have Sam torch some poor sleeping beauty's bed, after having tied her to it.
Another one of his preferred ways of killing, was "play pretend". Akitar would dress up like a cop, or some other person of importance, picks a normal well-to-do neighborhoods and a Victorian home, and massacre the entire unsuspecting family inside. Sometimes leaving a shattered, whimpering child as the single survivor as the bloody murders only witness.
Olev and Akitar often rampaged together, tormenting and reeking havoc everywhere they went. Such as it was on one very dark afternoon. They were in a park, having their sick hilarious ways with two teenage girls, in celebration of Olevs new assignment. Nobody saw the atrocity they were doing to the dead girls bodies, but Sam did.
Pieces of peach colored skin were slowly being parted from the corpses red, still juicy muscles. It was like the girls were being taken apart like some kind of gruesome puzzle.
While finishing off their gory game, Akitar laughed at how easy it was to snag prey with his new body. In two weeks he'd killed seven teenage girls, three entire families, and two kindergarteners. The fun just never stopped.
"I'm too sexy for your love, laaa laa laaaa." Akitar sang, removing the last of the once beautiful girls organs, and placed them in an almost "neat" pile beside her head.
'Stop, STOP! No!' Sam screamed at Akitar in their shared head. Akitar paused his game to hold his head. Sammy was always doing this. He was always saying things like; don't do that, why did you kill her? You are a monster, blah blah blah. He wasn't quite used to it yet. Soon though, soon Akitar would be able to just block out his pestering screams of "disapproval" and continue with these deeds, dauntless.
Sam wouldn't shut up for the first little while, but now, he had grown quieter. Like he'd finally got the message that screaming didn't matter. Or, Akitar liked to think, that Sam was beginning to get a taste for it.
But, Sam wasn't enjoying the situation at all, nor the things Akitar had been making his body do, and his mind endure. The reason why he seemed quieter, was because he was focusing on gaining control over his body again, trying to figure out what his dad had done in the cabin, and copy it.
At times, when Akitar was sleeping, Sam could tell himself to move his left hand. The first time he did that though, anger took over and Sam ended up punching himself in the face, hurting himself and waking up Akitar.
Sam tried his best to push Akitar out of his body, but it was useless. Akitar would only rebel against Sam, killing more people in spite of him, laughing all the while. It was especially horrible when they were so innocent, like the two girls that lay dead now in front of him, gutless and pale.
Sam couldn't help but scream at Akitars actions in times like this, it was so unbelievably horrifying and wrong. While Sam was wasting his breath, Akitar would often ignore him, or strike up a song to drown him out, making his work even more sadistic then usual.
Like now. Sam was forced to listen to a Pink Floyd song: "May be a price to pay", as mockery.
"There's evil brewing, getting out of control. And I'm helpless, I can't put it right. Something unrighteous is possessing my soul, and it's cold in the heat of the night."
While Akitar was finishing up his deliberately ironic tune, Sam began to think. 'What if I could mentally communicate with dad, or Dean. Or Missouri even. What if I can...'