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winchester, sam. (ex_demonbloo908) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-09-21 16:32:00

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chuck shurley, mary winchester, sam winchester

WHO: Sam & Chuck; also featuring Mary and ~~Roger~~ War.
WHAT: Being abducted by your friends is not fun.
WHEN: Late afternoon.
WHERE: The room Sam and Chuck are trapped in.
RATING: PG-13.

There were three things that Sam Winchester happened to be absolutely certain of: one, demons generally sucked. Two, rock salt was the one tool that a person should always have handy. As for number three? Sam had very little doubt - especially at this point - that Jo Harvelle had completely lost her mind. No matter how hard Sam had tried, he couldn't make Jo see reason. She believed him to be a demon, in spite of the fact that she had an angel, several tests through rock salt and holy water, and his own word screaming that he was far from one. No matter what, Jo only seemed capable of seeing black eyes. It was because of that - and a mistake of judgment on his part - that Sam was here right now. Tied up, gagged, and dropped smack in the middle of a Devil's Trap, of all things. Sam shouldn't have been surprised by it. Jo did think he was a demon. Yet being here, finding himself being treated like any other monster that hunters chased after? It struck Sam harder on the inside than he cared to admit, even to himself. He wasn't the only guest within Jo's territory that was being treated like one of the bad guys either. No, as soon as Sam had been thrown into the trap, he had noticed that he wasn't the only one occupying it. Which meant that his suspicions had been correct all along: Chuck had been taken in by Jo. Just not so much in the kind of way that Sam would have expected of a friend.

She's not herself, Sam thought firmly, struggling against the ropes at his wrist. That had to be true. Jo was smarter than this. She should have picked up on how severely screwed up everything that was going on was by now. Something was messing with her head. And once Sam found out what that was...

He twisted against his ropes harder. Dammit. They were tight. Scowling against his gag, Sam glared down at his restraints, forcing that same look across the trap to his fellow partner in imprisonment. Poor Chuck. How long had he been trapped in here for? Sam stared at him uncertainly for a brief moment, but the look in his eyes was quick to jump back to that anger again. Yeah, Sam was annoyed. Very annoyed. Neither of them should have been locked up like this. It was wrong, it was inconvenient, and it was insulting. They had to figure a way out. Between Chuck and himself, they could (hopefully?) muster up some way out of this mess. Except, oh yeah. They couldn't talk with their mouths gagged up. Which meant that the actual communication required to plan outside of sign language of the face was out of the question. Nostrils flaring, Sam tightened his jaw and tried not to shoot any murderous looks in Chuck's direction. He was a prophet, right? How in the hell had he not seen this coming?

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capriciousgod
2010-09-22 05:14 pm UTC (link)

Chuck had long ago given up on even bothering to struggle against the ropes. As soon as he made any progress, the demon in Jo would just tighten them back up again, and he was pretty much sure he was just going to have to sit this one out. He only ever tried to struggle when she was moving him from place to place, which wasn’t often or anything, and even then it was halfhearted and more out of panic than any coordinated attempt to get away. He was stiff and sore, from being in the same position for ages, tied down, and he just wanted to go home. Home-home, not the apartment, here in Lawrence, but home, where he’d lived before he came here, that was safe and familiar and he’d never been kidnapped by a demon back there and he didn’t really want to leave Lawrence, but he didn’t want to be here, either. He wanted to be somewhere safe. Comfortable.

He wasn’t even sure how he was passing the time - how he wasn’t dying from boredom and panic and lack of sleep and overthinking, because all there was to do was think, but there wasn’t actually anything to think about except how Jo was possessed and he was going to die here and this was a really sucky way to die, not even really exciting, death by boredom or by whatever the demon decided to do next, besides the holy water and the salt and Latin (he didn’t understand how the demon could recite an exorcism designed to remove demons and not leave Jo’s body, but it was kind of terrifying) - and he really, really needed a friggin’ drink right now holy crap.

To put it nicely, he was having a very stressful week.

The only good thing about it was that apparently his archangel buddy was on vacation or something, had not yet shown up to turn Jo or the other demon-hosts into paste yet. Every time they came close, he’d panic, sure this time this time... but no.

So, basically, he’d hoped when one of the Winchesters arrived, it would be to get the demon out of Jo, calm her down, get him out of these ropes and out of this church, away from this madness... but no, Chuck wasn’t that lucky. When was he ever that lucky? Never.

Instead, Sam was in much the same predicament as he was, tied up and gagged and shooting daggers with his eyes in Chuck’s direction, and Chuck sighed, scowling around the cloth in his mouth as best he could, rolling his eyes, unspoken seriously? because really, their lives sucked, but Sam didn’t have to be all pissy about it, that wasn’t helping anything at all.

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_takeasadsong
2010-09-22 09:41 pm UTC (link)

Mary hesitated outside the door to the room she had been avoiding during her time in the old church. The past few days marked the first time since her death over twenty years ago that she'd encountered demons, an uncommon occurrence even during her time as a hunter when it had mostly been ghosts and black dogs and werewolves, whatever cropped up locally. It didn't feel like twenty years, especially as her memories of Heaven faded. It felt like she'd had a nightmare one night, a dream of fire and pain and her old life, and she'd awoken from it to find her babies replaced with men and her husband dead, like the world had jumped forward and she was the only one still chronological, still right. Still, seeing demons again was enough to rattle her, more than enough to bring back memories of flashing eyes and the smell of...she shook her head, brushed a tendril of hair that had escaped her tight bun back into place. That wasn't the worst of it either. Though she had wanted all her life to be safe, to be free, Mary Winchester wasn't a coward. Demons, her own death, she had dealt with, would deal with, but one of her sons possessed... that was what stopped her outside the door to the priest's apartment, what made her twist her wedding ring nervous on her finger.

I can't leave him alone in there, even if he is...especially if he's... was the thought that made her push open the door anyway.

Even with all her nerves she'd thought she was prepared but the sight of Sam tied up, gagged and glaring made her rock back on her heels. His eyes... she felt a wave of nauseated horror wash over her, a sudden certainty that Jo and Roger had been right. How could I have been so stupid? I should have stayed away, he's possessed, he's not Sam, I have to- she could feel the fear and anger swirling sickly-sour adrenaline in her stomach, blurring her vision, pumping the message like blood through her veins that this was a demon, this was not her son, the man next to him was not Chuck. She took a step forward, not sure what she intended to do, and her eye, by the slightest chance, fell on the place where Sam's ankles had been tied to the chair. One of his pants legs must have slipped in the struggle, or else he just hadn't been tied in carefully while he was unconscious, and after his struggling of the past few moments he had a friction-burn on the skin between ankle and calf. Concern, a sympathetic wince, was instinctive, had been since Dean was born and she'd realized she would never hurt for just one person again.

That concern, that instinct, was like a dash of cold water across whatever had been smoldering in her mind and before she could reconsider she'd crossed the devil's trap and knelt down in front of Sam, touching his shoulder briefly before reaching around behind him to undo his gag. The motion incited another wave of panic can't let him talk, can't let the demon spout lies, Roger says... but she could suppress it now that she'd recognized it as unreasonable and she rose quickly, stepping over to Chuck and untying his gag as well.

“Are you alright?” she asked, looking intently at Sam, unable to bring herself to approach again but her expression all concern. “You weren't hurt during the fight?” and then she remembered Chuck and towards him, “and you've...I'm sorry...has anyone even given you water?” She was still struggling against a feeling of wrongness but it was becoming easier now and she took a tentative step forward towards the two captives.

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ex_demonbloo908
2010-09-22 11:46 pm UTC (link)

There they were, two fully grown men, tied up and gagged by a tiny, blond woman. There was something annoyingly humorous about the situation, which made Sam all the more frustrated. He and Chuck were being held hostage. By Jo, of all people. Clearly she wasn't in her right mind, but that didn't make everything suck any less, now did it? Grunting against his gag in response to Chuck's eyeroll, Sam wriggled against the ropes wrapped around him once more. He could break free of these. Maybe, if he could get his hands twisted around the right way without either breaking them or completely tipping his chair over. Jo knew how to tie a mean knot, Sam would give her that. He twisted at his ropes again, straining his legs against the material wrapped around his ankles in the process. Sam could feel the rope burning at his skin, but he didn't seem to care. He wasn't going to sit in here and wait for this entire city to tear itself apart from the inside out. Sam needed to be out there. More importantly, he needed to make Jo and everyone else see that all of this wasn't what they thought it was. Giving the ropes another tug, Sam released a heavy breath and let his head flop downward. The ropes weren't budging. He needed to re-think his strategy. Or, better yet, his severe lack of one.

"Mrmphit!"

Or in gagged and bound prisoner speak: dammit!

Seriously, Chuck needed to learn how to read minds too. He could already see everything that he and Dean did on a regular basis. Why not be able to see inside their heads as well? If not that, then Sam would have happily settled for some kind of reassurance that he was going to get out of here soon. There had to be a comforting vision tucked away in that head of his somewhere. It was all that psychic crap. Maybe if Sam tried channeling his psychic stuff with Chuck's psychic stuff, they'd be able to accomplish...something. But then there was the fact that Sam wasn't using his powers anymore. And he was also pretty sure that Chuck couldn't control his either. Screwing his eyes shut, Sam tried to avoid releasing another sharp growl of annoyance - something that became a lot easier to accomplish as soon as the door cracked open and Sam saw Mary slip into the room.

Almost instantly, Sam went from unbelievably frustrated to finding a streak of shock and worry replacing the aforementioned emotion. Would she believe that they were innocent? Would she try and exorcise them? Would Mary look into her sons eyes and dub him a monster? Sam looked up at her; the illusion painted his eyes were black, but they were very much filled with worry. Then Mary reached around and ungagged him, worry quickly shifting into hope with the gesture. She was letting him speak. She was asking if he was okay. She believed that something was going on too, didn't she? "I'm okay," Sam said, looking to her eagerly. He had a few scratches here and there - both from his encounter with Jo and a few others he'd had in the city as well - but it was nothing to be concerned about. Sam had endured far, far worse. "I - what are you doing here, Mom?" She was ungagging Chuck and himself, that was what. Did that mean....? "I'm not a demon. I know it looks that way and I know that you're probably having a hard time believing it, but it's true. Something is going on, Mom. Something is turning us against each other. We need to find it and stop it." She had to listen. She was being far more generous to he and Chuck than any other hunter who thought that someone was a demon ever would.

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capriciousgod
2010-09-23 09:59 pm UTC (link)

Chuck watched Sam’s continued struggles with the best you're being stupid scowl he could manage with fabric in his mouth - he’d long since resigned himself to the fact that he wasn’t getting out of here that way, but apparently Sam wasn’t going to sit by calmly in this situation... which was probably the better option, wasn’t it? Actually making an effort to get out, to get back out there, to do something useful... but he was tired, and sore, and not even remotely strong enough to just hulk out of the ropes, or something, and he’d already tried wiggling out and he just, he didn’t have the energy for that. So, whatever, if Sam wanted to wear himself out, he could go right ahead.

But he didn’t have to be so obnoxious about the whole thing, did he? It wasn’t like this was Chuck’s fault or anything. He’d had nothing to do with Sam getting caught. How did he get caught, anyway? Seriously, he was like... ridiculously tall, ridiculously strong, and Jo was pretty strong too, sure, but Chuck just couldn’t picture her overpowering Sam without almost laughing (which he was pretty sure was not the appropriate response to anything relating to this situation, maybe he was getting kind of hysterical, trapped here...) and he figured that wouldn’t go over well with Sam. Not that Sam could do anything about it, but whatever, he still didn’t really want to piss the hunter off right now. He was the only ally Chuck had in this.

The only one except, apparently, Mary, who was coming in and untying their gags, concerned - but her eyes were black, and Chuck stared at her, completely lost, while she spoke to her son, to him.

>“...and you've...I'm sorry...has anyone even given you water?”

“Uh, not in...” quite a while, it felt like, but it was hard to tell, in here; the passage of time was weird, when you were in the same place hour after hour and nothing changed to let you know - “...I guess it was a few hours ago?”

He watched her warily, trying to see why Sam wasn’t freaking out about her being possessed, why a demon that wasn’t Ruby would be here helping them, what the hell was going on because he really, really hated not knowing what was happening, why the world was suddenly going completely insane, and he hated it even more when he’d spent days (he’d lost count, but he thought it might have been a week, now) tied up.

>> "I'm not a demon. I know it looks that way and I know that you're probably having a hard time believing it, but it's true. Something is going on, Mom. Something is turning us against each other. We need to find it and stop it."

“Wait, seriously? There’re no demons?”

If that were true, it would explain the a lot, actually. Because if something wanted to make them think the others were demons, that would... it would make sense. It would probably explain why the archangel hadn’t popped in to blow Jo or the others to paste, yet. He wanted to believe that, he really did. Not least because it meant he didn’t have to worry about getting a demon out of Jo - a demon who could touch salt and holy water and say exorcisms, which meant none of those things would be effective against it.

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wariscomingmod
2010-09-25 12:27 pm UTC (link)

It had been so entertainingly easy, few words in the right ears, little bit of hallucination and Lawrence Kansas had fallen into paranoia and anger. Some more than others, that little Harvelle girl had really taken to the whole thing with a fervour. She'd gotten Sammy Winchester all tied up and ready for them to have a chat. Him and the other one, who was...he was something alright. War couldn't put his finger on it but there was something to that man. And the mother too, she was there, sweet Mary. And he'd slid right in to their dynamic, helped fight the 'demons' played at being the friend to all and here he was with everything he could hope for right at his fingertips. Not as much fun as that last time with the Germans but he'd get there.

He slipped into the room where the two men were being kept, not expecting to find anyone else with them. But of course Mary couldn't leave her son like that. He should have known really. Still he had Jo on his side. Of course he did, that girl...she was definitely interesting.

"Mary...you really shouldn't be in here right now. Jo was very insistant that these two be kept alone down here." More to the point War wanted to have a Chat with the one they called Boy King. The kid really was his poster child, All that rage and anger twisted up inside, that lust for the blood. It was so easy to see how he could bring it out in Sam. And that's what he'd have to do.

"Maybe you should go Mary." he said simply. "I'll get them back how they should be. Its better that way isn't it." He was as insistant as he could be without putting the force of the being he was behind it. And for now that was better.

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_takeasadsong
2010-09-27 12:07 am UTC (link)

The uncertainty, the directionless anger, had ebbed further once Sam had begun speaking. The sound of her son's voice, the nervous hope apparent even without a view of his eyes, gave her something else to focus on so that by the time he'd finished speaking and Chuck had voiced his confusion the strange mood, the fog in her mind, had mostly cleared. "I think I..." she raised her hand to her temple again, "It is hard to believe but I know something isn't right here, something's...I don't feel right." She shook herself when Chuck said he hadn't had water since he'd been brought here, looked slightly aghast, because a demon could keep a host alive without food or water, could dull the sensations of pain, but if a human had been kept tied up like this for so long it would have been cruel and she'd just let them... "I'll get you something to drink, then we'll figure this out," she said, turned and crossed to the corner where a couple water bottles had been left.

>>"Mary...you really shouldn't be in here right now. Jo was very insistant that these two be kept alone down here."
Mary's hand jerked, as Roger's voice sounded behind her and she straightened up quickly, turning to face him, an apology already forming on her lips. She got in a quick, "I know, I'm sorry, I just-" and had started towards him with the intent of going to stand at his shoulder before her thoughts, newly freed from whatever had been dulling them, caught up with her intentions and she stopped, frowning. Why am I apologizing? I have as much right to decide what I'll do as someone Sam's age, definitely as much as a civilian even if he has been so helpful...why shouldn't I stay?

>>"Maybe you should go Mary. I'll get them back how they should be. Its better that way isn't it."

"No, I'm staying," Mary said still perfectly polite but her tone one of disagreement with an equal rather than complacency now. "Exorcisms don't work, we've tried that. Something's wrong here, I think we have to start considering that this might not be just a demon attack. That there might not be demons at all," she added, stepping over to stand between the prisoners and Roger.

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ex_demonbloo908
2010-09-27 01:06 pm UTC (link)

It was downright terrifying, seeing his own mother sporting the black eyes that he had always associated with demons and possessions. Sam wouldn't deny that. But he also wasn't about to up and panic when he was trying to convince her that this was all some kind of screwed up game that someone was playing with their minds. It was difficult, especially when ever last one of his instincts demanded that he exorcise her on the spot, but Sam was managing. Barely. "Exactly," Sam said firmly. "None of this feels right, does it? It's like there's something here. We can't see it, but there's something here. And it's making us all crazy." Sam was going to keep going at it; pressing the issue was the only way that they were going to see any results, especially now that he and Chuck were in here alone with his mother. She was smart. Sam knew that she was. If he could make her see reason...

Sam looked up as someone else slipped into the room. He didn't know the man and, honestly, seeing him boss his mother around made Sam feel kind of...twitchy? Who did he think he was, exactly? From what Sam could tell, he just looked like another civilian. Right off the damned street. He couldn't just come in here and tell someone who had years of experience on him what to do. Sam furrowed his brow, wrists tugging against the ropes again. This time, he did it in a more subtle way. He didn't want either of them coming back around and making the damned things more tighter than they already were.

It came off even more suspiciously when the man declared that he'd stay in the room alone. What normal person off the streets would wanna do that with a pair of monsters that they didn't even know existed before now? Sam shot him a suspicious glare. "You should definitely stay," he said, looking to Mary at that. His eyes might have been black to her, but there was a look on his face that said it all: he didn't trust this guy. She needed to be careful. "We're not demons," Sam said again, looking back to the new guy. "She's right. You guys need to untie us. Don't even let us out of the trap - we'll walk out, easily. You wanna know why? Because we're not possessed." He'd keep saying it. Sam didn't care. They needed to see that he and Chuck weren't possessed.

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wariscomingmod
2010-09-29 12:39 pm UTC (link)

Clever guy Sammy, well of course he was, Azazel's little soilder had grown all up and he'd really become everything he was supposed to. Sure the demon he'd domesticated didn't help any. It was insulting to think about, but they'd deal with her in short order. For now though, he had to get Mary out of the way. He needed to focus on Sammy for a little bit. If it came to it he'd just knock her out. It would be simple, it'd work and it'd raise the ire in the younger Winchester.

"I'm not sure its such a good idea Mary. You're too close, you have to realise that. You have to see that its not Sam, but you can't can you. You can't see past that its your son. I understand that, don't think that I don't. But maybe its best you step out for a little while." She just needed to get out. It was for her own good more than anything else. The other man he could deal with, he was tied up. It didn't matter what War said to Sam once Mary was either out of the way or indisposed. "I'm not untying you Sam, and neither is your mother. Jo was very specific in her orders and she's who I'm gonna listen to on this."

There really was something here, Sam was right about that. But he was also pushing War to the point he was considering just revealing himself to have a chat to his poster boy. But not yet, not quite yet.

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