Who: Sam Winchester and [open]. What: Sam is attempting to get some information out of a demon. Expect an exorcism. When: Evening. Where: Behind some bar. Rating: There will be violence and language. Not sure if the rating will be higher than PG-13 yet.
Over the period of time that Sam had spent in L.A., he discovered that finding information in a place where multiple worlds had collided was not very easy when he was looking for someone that seemed to have come specifically from the place in which he belonged. The greaseheads that ran the bars downtown didn't know anything, the vampires that Sam had beaten down thought that he was actually more insane than they were when he asked them his questions, and there wasn't a single creature that he had encountered that had even heard of the demon that held the contract on his brothers soul. All in all, Sam seemed screwed to hell. Although not as badly as Dean was. Frustrated and tired, Sam slowly trudged into another scum infested bar and took a seat at a corner table. He rubbed at his darkened eyes and settled back in his chair. He looked exhausted. And he was. But he couldn't rest. Not while Dean's life was still on the line. He had a second chance to save him. And this time? He wasn't going to waste any time. He'd find a way to break the deal. Even if it killed him.
A woman that appeared to be a little less than clothed sauntered her way to his table. His server. Sam ordered a beer, then focused his attention on the people around him. Nothing was off. At least it seemed that way. Sam, however, knew better. He had gotten a hot tip from someone earlier. It seemed like more of a guess than anything, but Sam wasn't going to risk missing out. Besides, he was more than desperate at this point. He'd look into just about anything if there was a chance that it might lead him closer to Lilith. There was talk of a demon lurking around this bar. It wasn't Lilith, nor did his source know anything about the deal that had been made, but he had mentioned a black eyed man all the same. That was enough to draw in Sam's attention.
He sat silently for a very long time. Watching. Waiting. Then he stiffened. A man in a red leather jacket strolled into the bar, high fiving random people and slowly moving his way toward the bar up front. Sam stayed still. His eyes followed the man as he latched onto a drink and scurried off toward the side of the bar. Suddenly, Sam stood from his table and started walking. He kept to the dark corners of the bar as he advanced in the mans direction. Sam tapped him on the shoulder when he was close enough and the man turned around. Something flashed through his eyes in that moment. He recognized Sam, as most demons did, and smirked at once.
"I want to talk to you," Sam started. "In private."
The man look amused. Sam nodded off toward the side exit. "Now." He turned away from the man and pulled the door open. Then he stepped into a dark alley and made his way to the opposite side. The demon followed, still grinning.
But he didn't get very far. As if a wall had suddenly jumped out in front of him, the demon halted in his tracks and attempted to move forward. Something prevented him from doing so. An invisible barrier. Eyes wide, the demon looked down and turned in a wide circle as he took in the devil's trap that Sam had lured him into. A red circle with a star right in the middle, obviously created with some spray paint.
"You son of a --" The demon started.
Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of holy water. Unscrewing the cap, he circled the demon and said, "Yes, I know. Now tell me where Lilith is."
To any casual observer, it looked as though a heated conversation were taking place between two people. Those who were well aware of the demons that Sam was accustomed to, however, would know much differently if they were to stumble across the scene. The trap was enough to indicate as much.
"You're sending me to hell either way," the demon spat. "I'm not telling you a damned thing."
Expression dark, Sam reached into his pocket and withdrew Ruby's knife. "I'm not going to send you to hell," he responded, examining the blade carefully. "I could. And you'd probably want it, considering. But see this knife here?" He held it up for the demon to see. "If I were to stab you with it, you would die. No hell. Which means that you could never come back. You'd just be..." He waved the bottle of holy water in the air. "Gone."
The demon looked intimidated. Slightly. Now it looked like Sam was mugging him. Or on the verge of killing him.