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sam winchester

WHO: Sam Winchester & NPC W&H demons. [Narrative].
WHAT: More bad. Blame future!Xander.
WHEN: Evening.
WHERE: Downtown.
RATING: PG-13.
STATUS: Complete.

If he wasn't with Faith, Sam usually chose to keep to his own. He'd stay at the house, make a trip out the store, stop to pick up anything that was needed for those at the house. He actually went off and took Michael to some grungy looking video arcade the other day, it was possibly the best outing that Sam had endured in a long while. The best, but also the most awkward. The only thing that could have possibly topped that one was the possibility of taking Jack out to a bar when he knew the guy had a problem with alcohol. That was like luring himself out into a party of black eyed demons from his world; how could Jack focus when the temptation was right there in his face? Sam was wary about taking him, but he figured that so long as he was there to watch out for him they should have been able to manage all right. That was an evening for later though. Tonight was reserved for a sudden invitation by someone Sam considered as a semi-ally. Faith trusted Xander Harris, therefore Sam believed it to be a good enough reason for him to take what the man said to heart when he warned him that Ruby was up to something he should have been aware of.

Every ounce of his common sense said that he should have called someone else to come out and catch her. It would have spared Sam the need to make a mistake, as it would have made the process of actually seeing her in person a lot easier to avoid. But Sam knew that if she was doing something wrong that he had to see it for himself. It would completely rid him of the foolish feelings that he had based on how he partially wished she was attempting to make things right with the world for her past sins. He was wrong. He knew he was wrong. That didn't stop that part of him that ached for that friendship that they once had from burning on. That was why he was here. To prove himself wrong. Ruby was going to get caught out and he was going to rid himself of all those stupid emotions that he didn't need. Not for her. Not for a lying, manipulative bitch that should have been killed off. Why did the Powers let her live? Did they have any idea how complicated the world was when she was in it?

Holy water tucked into his pocket, Sam stepped out of his truck and onto the curb. The street that Xander had specified had seemed fairly abandoned. There was a homeless man perched a few buildings down, snoozing with a bottle of alcohol drooping from his hand. Leaning back against his truck, Sam swept his gaze out across the area and waited quietly for Xander to show. He'd show him what was going on. He'd prove everything. That Sam was wrong in thinking that Ruby could ever be anything close to okay. He would and then Sam Winchester could move on with his life.

Minutes ticked by. Growing impatient, Sam stepped away from his truck and began to pace the sidewalk. What was taking him so long? Why wasn't he already here? Did Ruby catch on to Xander? Had she found and killed -

"Gotcha!"

A large arm wrapped itself around Sam's throat and hauled his body down. Choking against the iron grip, Sam rammed his elbow into the gut of whatever had latched onto him and toppled to the side when the hold loosened from his shoulders. Gasping for air, Sam rolled onto his back only to find a demon standing over him. A big, ugly, demonic thing with nothing but a look of pure motivation plastered across it's hideous face. Sam slid back, eyes ticking over the creatures shoulder to catch onto the various dark silhouettes hovering just beyond the monster. There was more than one.

Hand dipping into his pocket, Sam wrenched out his pistol and fired off a round. The bullet roughly hit it's mark as Sam shoved himself up from the ground and raised the gun to shoot again. Only two more bullets were given the chance to make their mark before an invisible force wrapped itself around him and threw him back against the wall. Sam found it to be rather ironic that the demons attacking him had the ability to throw him around like a ragdoll with nothing more than the sheer will of their minds. Face collided with pavement when the hold was broken, but even the familiar taste of his own blood flooding his mouth didn't stop Sam from bolting up and making a swipe at one of the figures with a balled fist. It felt like he was literally punching at a wall with every punch and kick delivered, but that didn't much matter to a man who was fighting for his life. However, the numbers against him were raised far too high. He could kick and punch, but they could double that attack with similar movements along with the telekinetic pushes that they merrily used against him.

It wasn't the first time since he had spent that horrible day tucked away in the Winchester panic room that Sam found that fighting back physically was practically useless when he didn't have his abilities to back him up. It was harder. Everything was harder. The sharp blow delivered to the back of his skull left Sam sprawled out across the sidewalk, his only thought being that he wished, oh so desperately wished, that things could have been easier.