Who: AU!Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, and Jo Harvelle. What: Sam's being evil again, what with him trying to bury Jo alive and all. When: Evening. Where: A vineyard! Rating: TBD. Probably not too pretty though.
It was too easy, pissing people off here. But the upsetting thing? There were people who constantly got in his way. He supposed that was probably his fault, for constantly making a public announcement every time he planned on doing something particularly evil, but Sam found that he also blamed this Kira girl and the wishing business. None of this should have been a problem for him. If he was back where he belonged, he'd be able to do whatever in the hell he wanted. No one would question him, no one would try to stop him, and no one would give him a hard time about if afterward. He did what he wanted and that was that. If he wanted to murder a few kids? It would be done. If he wanted to kill every occupant of a hotel just because he wanted the entire place to himself? Done. But instead, he just got a bunch of bullshit. Sam wasn't too happy about that.
But he knew now that he didn't have to worry so much about it. Because if Dean was coming to see him, he knew that he'd be able to accomplish at least one of his goals. Making Dean suffer. And Jo. He sat down on top of the coffin that he had dropped her into five minutes prior and gave it a sharp knock. "You know, Jo," he started, "I don't think you're so bad. I mean, okay, you do whine a lot and you seem to think that you're like capable of doing whatever, whereas in reality you're just a defenseless little bitch who gets in everyone's way and makes the entire world want to slap you in -- I'm getting off track." He cleared his throat. "What I'm trying to say is that this is going to hurt you just as much as it'll hurt me." He slowly stood, then leaned closer to the coffin and grinned. "Or, you know, not." That said, he reached up and grabbed hold of the edge of the pit that he had dug up earlier and hoisted himself out.
"See you in hell, bitch," Sam said, giving the coffin a little salute before he picked up a shovel and began to toss dirt down onto the coffin below.