WHO: Sam Winchester and OPEN. WHAT: Faith hunting. Not so easy when one doesn't have his abilities to use as leverage. WHEN: Evening. WHERE: Downtown. RATING: TBD.
Faith was gone. That much he knew. Sam was also aware of the fact that someone out there had her. The various texts that he had traded back and forth with whoever it was that had the Slayer's phone clearly stated as much. The problem was, now that they were all aware that someone had her, they had nothing to do but try to figure out who. And fast. Not an easy feat when one lived in a city as large and dangerous as Los Angeles was. Most wouldn't have dared to step outside during the night; at least not those who didn't have some sort of guaranteed way to protect themselves. Sam, however, was not everyone else. He was a Hunter, try as he might to forget that fact, and he certainly wasn't going to sit back and wait around for everyone else to find the woman that he had learned to trust and confide in over the past few months of his time here. She was a friend. A very close friend. And he'd be damned if anything happened to her on his watch.
Sam remembered talking to Faith, weeks ago, about the lengths that he'd go to in order to find her if something were to ever happen. I will drop every damn thing that I'm doing the second I realize that something isn't right. You're....you know. I'd never let anything bad happen to you. His own words, bouncing around in the back of his head. The constant reminder that he couldn't fail her. He had promised to take care of her, even if she didn't think that she needed anyone there to watch out for her.
And now look, Sam thought bitterly as he staggered back, his shoulders slamming into the tough surface of the brick wall behind him, I can't even protect myself.
"C'mon, boy," a sharp voice barked ahead, "try an' tell me what to do again."
Spitting blood onto the pavement, Sam drew in an uneven breath and glared off at his gun, which was lying just near the wall opposite him. Lost in the tussle, it had fallen free from his grasp. Now it was too far to reach. Physically. That wouldn't have been such a big problem before. Not when he was different. A freak. A monster, like the demon towering before him.
Growling in frustration, he hurled himself at the demon and the two went sprawling onto the pavement. A sharp kick was delivered to the side of his head and his chin crashed against the ground, bringing forth another wave of copper taste in his mouth. Stretching his arm out as the demon grappled at his leg, Sam grabbed at his weapon. The demon was already back on it's feet, arms wrapped around his ankle while he worked at dragging him down the alley with his strong arms. Twisting in the monster's grip, Sam slid his fingers around the handle of his gun and fired at the demon's legs. Howling, the monster threw his arms away from Sam, leaving him to crawl away as he toppled over from the impact of the bullets buried into the back of his calves.
Breathing heavily, Sam dizzily pushed off of the ground, keeping his gun steady on the demon lying before him.
"I...want," he started, spitting out blood again, even as it dribbled down his chin, "information. Tell me where she is or I'll fucking kill you, I swear to God."