HEART WEARY
By Spense
Chapter Two
The decision made, and with a solid resolve, Sam whirled into action. He smashed his phone. There wasn't anybody he was going to need to talk to ever again anyway. Nobody could find him with it now, if they even bothered to try. He packed what possessions he had, including the laptop, and the few weapons of his that hadn't been in the trunk of the Impala, and vacated the hotel room. He took another room in the same motel that a couple was vacating early. He paid cash to them for it, as it was perfect - further down at the end, where it would be quieter, and he wouldn't be disturbed.
He'd had plenty of practice in this kind of hunt. After all, he'd had six months of single minded work to track down the Trickster. This wouldn't be much different, except he wouldn't be facing the Trickster in the guise of Bobby in the end.
So he set up the laptop, and began to methodically track down Lilith.
SNSNSNSN
Sam lost complete track of time. He had no idea what day it was, nor even what time it was. With the curtains shut, he couldn't see whether it was dark or light. Nor did he care. He ate when he couldn't ignore the hunger pangs any longer, ordering in pizza or anything else that could be delivered. He showered when he thought about it, and slept only when he couldn't stay awake. All energy and focus was spent on the meticulous tracking of Lilith. Unbeknownst to Sam, he was a dead ringer for his father at that point.
His only interruption came in the form of Ruby.
She pounded on the door, then opened it sharply, stalking in angrily. "What do you think you're doing?" She demanded.
He looked up at her briefly, then returned his attention to the computer. "Going after Lilith. Thanks for waiting until I let you in."
"You aren't strong enough yet," she pointed out, anger warring with fear on her face.
Sam didn't even acknowledge that she spoke.
"Sam!"
Sam finally looked up at her. "Leave."
"Sam, you're going to kill yourself!"
The cold look on Sam's face forced her back a step. "Leave Ruby. If you don't, I'll exorcise you."
She stared at him a moment, took in the truth of his words, and caught her breath. "You are going to kill yourself," she said almost to herself.
Sam's eyes narrowed, and he spoke one word. "Go."
Ruby found herself propelled out the door, the solid door slamming behind her. She stared at the barrier in frightened amazement for a moment before she left.
Sam changed hotels a couple of times after that, covering his tracks well. Nobody bothered him. He didn't expect them too. Then, sooner than he'd expected, he was ready.
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Sam set up the warehouse carefully. He'd done his reconnaissance well. There would be no collateral damage that he could avoid. Nobody lived around here. It had been abandoned for decades. It was perfect for a demon massacre.
His research had tracked Lilith and her cohorts to a community nearby. Apparently, they were on another vacation.
Standing in the middle of the large, cavernous space, no protections, no wards, nothing but himself, Sam closed his eyes and 'called'.
Soon, humans were slipping in from all openings. One or two from the doors, another from the window, a third coming down the stairs in the back. One by one they ranged in front of him until they were twenty strong.
"Sam Winchester," a man smiled pleasantly, crossing his arms, his eyes black and opaque. "What brings you here?"
"Lilith."
"What makes you think she wants to see you?" he replied cordially.
"Doesn't matter. I'll be seeing her," Sam replied implacably, arms loose at his side.
"Hum," the man drawled, not the least troubled by Sam's comments. "Well, that might be difficult. You'd have to come through us first," he smiled apologetically.
"Not a problem," Sam said dryly, and lifted both hands to hip level, palms up.
It took only a second, but the complacent looks on the demons faces changed to surprise, then fear. Soon they were coughing and black smoke filled the room.
Sam hadn't moved.
The smoke began to collect near the floor, as one by one, the hosts dropped to their knees, then collapsed altogether.
Turning his hands palms down, Sam pushed down towards the floor, and the smoke responded, flaming at the edges and dissipating.
Only a small child was left standing behind the group of people now flat on the smokeless floor.
"Pretty good, Sam. That was neat," the little girl said admiringly, looking up at him with guiles eyes. Then, with startling quickness, the eyes turned white. "But I'm not so easy."
"Didn't expect you would be," Sam said easily, and lifted his hands again.
The war of wills lasted a long time. Sam was trembling, blood dripping from his nose, trying to keep his vision from graying out, until finally, the child coughed. After that, it was quick. Sam held it together until the last of the flames and smoke disappeared. Dean was safe. He'd actually done something right for a change.
Sighing, Sam let go gratefully into the darkness. No light waiting for him, was his last conscious thought.