Who: Sam Winchester. CLOSED. What: Alternate universe! When: Right after Kira's wish. Where: AU!L.A! Rating: HIGH.
Feet pounding against the pavement, Sam hurled himself forward, body slamming into the ground just as fire whipped it's way through the air and over his head. The heat of the flames tickled at his back and, somewhere close, Sam could hear the agonized screams of those who were being burned alive. Heart pounding rapidly in his chest, Sam pressed his palms flat against the ground and shoved himself back onto his feet, the shoulder in which he had previously injured during his hunt with Heather screaming in protest with the movement. Turning back to survey the scene, his green eyes widened at the sight of multiple buildings going up in flames. Bodies were sprawled out in every direction -- some burning, others bleeding -- and just above, hovering in the nights sky, was a massive black cloud. The cloud shifted around, objects moving within like creatures swimming in the water. Sam knew, right then and there, that it wasn't an ordinary cloud. Not by a long shot. Each shape belonged to the natural form of a demon, ready to bury themselves into the bodies of whomever they saw fit to possess. They streamed through the air, circling buildings, cutting through the streets, and then diving back up into the sky again. Some went back to the people, taking over the bodies that they saw fit to be their own. For the most part, however, they didn't seem interested in the people who were howling in pain below. Sam didn't know why or what it was that they were planning, but he didn't want to find out.
What he wanted to do was find his brother. He had to find him, he had to make sure that he was okay.
They were under attack. Los Angeles was under attack. He had to find Dean, get to those Hyperion people --- they had to fight back! Staggering away from the sight displayed before him, Sam turned away and started to run. Weaving his way in and out of the flaming vehicles and trashed buildings, Sam began to desperately search for something -- no anything -- that would help him get back to the hotel faster and, more importantly, in one piece.
Car, car, car...gotta find a car, Sam tore around a corner and, quite suddenly, a man burst from the side of a building, clutching at his throat. He ran toward Sam, hands bleeding profusely, and suddenly dropped down onto the pavement. Sam ran at him and fell to his side, hands reaching out to turn the man over, as he had landed facedown. "Hey! Hey! Are you --" His neck. It was slit open. Blood was pouring from the gash, leaking out onto the pavement and dripping onto Sam's hands. Yanking his arms back as though they were on fire, Sam slowly stood and drew in a deep breath.
Holy shit.
"Ah, Sam," a voice suddenly erupted from behind him and Sam quickly turned, yanking out the knife that he'd carried with him since Dean's death.
A woman. It was just a woman in a red dress, hands dripping with blood.
Or, to be more specific, a demon in a red dress, hands dripping with blood.
His expression darkened and Sam tightened his grip on the knife in his grasp. "You did this."
The demon smirked and nodded off toward the corpse behind him. "He had it coming to him. He said I looked fat in this dress." She ran a hand down the fabric, staining the red with a darker shade. Stepping forward, she leaned toward Sam and gave him a seductive look. "Do you think that I look fat in this dress?"
"I think you better tell me what's going on," Sam snarled, body shaking with anger.
The demon looked worried now. Almost as though she was afraid of pissing him off. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? If you're still upset over what Azazel and I did earlier, then I'm sorry. But we had no choice. If we didn't go through with it, he would have gotten in our way and do you really want that? We're here. It's ending. Now. Bobby had to go."
Bobby. Oh, god no. And Azazel? He was supposed to be dead. He was supposed to be...Dean had killed him! What the fuck was going on here?! His expression twisted into a horrified one and Sam felt a rising pain erupt inside of him. "You killed....?"
She nodded. "It was a direct order. I'm really sorry. Please don't be angry with me." She stepped closer to him, eyes pleading for him to believe in what she had to say. "I know you wanted to do it yourself. But it had to be done. He was getting in the way."
"What do you mean I wanted to do it myself? What's going on here? Why are you here? Why is everything happening now? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" His pain was clouding over with anger and his eyes began to flash dangerously toward the demon standing before him.
"The plan," the demon stated. She looked confused. "The plan. It's happening now. Everything you've been preparing for, everything that we've all dreamed of -- it's here. It's now. It's time for us to take over. To be where we belong." She looked at him square in the eyes. "And it's all because of you."
Somewhere ahead of them, something exploded. The ground shook violently, but Sam managed to keep his balance. Screams were quick to follow. "This isn't right -- I never would have -- no, this can't be happening. You're a liar!" He hurled himself at the demon, knife rising from his side. He grabbed her around the neck and forced her head to the side, then he injected the knife into the back of her skull. Once. Twice. Three times. Blood squirted out into the air, hitting him in the face with each stab he made until, finally, he dropped her onto the ground and watched as her body shook. Something bright streaked through her face, making her look a lot like she had a current of electricity coursing through her, before her body fell still and her eyes became glassy and lifeless. Blood splattered onto his face and clothes, Sam screwed his eyes shut and ran a hand over his face, smearing the crimson liquid. "God, no..."
"NO!" He dropped down onto his knees, knife clattering onto the ground beside him. The sky cracked as lighting streaked through it and, as if on cue, a chorus of screams followed in the distance. Arms hanging loosely at his sides, Sam looked up at the chaos ridden sky, watching as the darkness continued to swim over the buildings and stream out into the streets around him.