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♦ A Z A Z E L ♦ (_yellow_eyes_) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-10-08 17:46:00

Entry tags:

azazel, dean winchester, john winchester, mary winchester, ruby, sam winchester

Who: Samuel Campbell!Azazel, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, and Ruby with no last name
Where: Samuel’s apartment
What: Family Dinner (and Ruby-flailing)
When: Tonight
Rating: TBD

He’d spent centuries doing things like this, playing with people’s minds, worming his way into their homes and their families. There had been times where he’d spent entire decades with one single family just to ensure a particular event occurred – all to lead eventually to the Winchesters. To Sam Winchester. Nearly every step he’d taken for the past few hundred years had to do with him. He’d even made sure that certain ancestor’s of the boys had been Hunters. The Campbells who killed vampires on the Mayflower? He’d trained them himself. It was all one large convoluted plan.

Nothing was going to go wrong.

To make matters worse for the Winchesters, he wanted to bring them all together. It was first and foremost his chance to observe them all. The addition of Ruby to the mix was a side benefit, and an experience he was looking forward to relishing. He prepared carefully, exactly as Grandpa Campbell would have. He purchased steaks to fix on the grill of the balcony outside his room – and already had them out there, in fact – and had set up a table in the dining room with enough chairs for them all. He had been serious about making sure they all left their guns in the closet, and had it open and ready to accept any and all weapons.

When the knock came, he got up from where he’d been sitting at the table smirking, and cleared his face, then headed for the door to open it to whoever was first.

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frostandsnow
2010-10-08 10:13 pm UTC (link)

First, and weirdly on her own was Ruby. She'd left Sam to park the car, he'd complained that she never let him and so she'd given in, told him to park her up and bring the wine in from the car. Plus, she kind of wanted to give the grandfather the chance to prove himself. Sam would want to be with her every second of every minute of this dinner. But if she was going to be a part of this family she couldn't fear them. And they couldn't fear her. She wondered would she have to be let in and out of salt lines and traps and all that. Hopefully not, or hopefully Sam would catch her up.

But it'd be fine. It'd have to be fine. It was all going to be fine and she wasn't going to get shot in the face. Even by John Winchester, Mary seemed okay with her and Dean...Dean was trying. For Sam's sake. It meant a lot to her, which was also every kind of weird. Still, she'd take it. This was all going easier than she could have ever hoped. And she was glad, Sam shouldn't have to deal with his family arguing over her, she understood it, she was what she was after all, but she wasn't going anywhere and they'd need to understand it as much as she would give them time to get used to her. She knocked the door barely paying attention as it opened. But then it did.

It opened and all that she could do was stare. That wasn't Samuel Campbell. It looked like him on the outside sure. But the demon...no, the demon was Azazel. She'd know him anywhere. And it wasn't possession, it was something else, different. Fucking magic. He was using a witch that wasn't her. She shut down the instinctive feeling of jealousy at the thought, but she didn't understand any of this. She had so many things she could say right now, so much she wanted to ask. But all she could manage to stutter out was, "...Boss"

She had to tell Sam, she had to run, to warn him. But she could barely function right then, barely more. She'd never expected to see him again, least right there, with the Winchesters. "How...how long...how long have you been here"

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_yellow_eyes_
2010-10-08 10:37 pm UTC (link)

A smile flashed across his mouth – very non-Grandpa Cambell-like – and he glanced past her into the hall to be sure they were alone. Since they were, one hand reached out and gripped her by the throat, dragging her across the threshold. He shut the door and locked it. “Ruby. Just who I wanted to see.” Letting her go, his eyes shifted to yellow as he telekinetically sent her slamming into the wall. “So good of you to come. You should know better than to ask rude questions like that.” His smile shifted into a smirk, and the imposing man crossed the room until he stood a few inches from her.

“Now, my Father has plans for your boy out there, but he doesn’t care too much about the rest of the family. So if you even consider breathing one word about this to anyone, Dean, and mommy and daddy dearest go straight back to hell. No pit stops or get-outta-jail-free cards.” He tilted his head as he brought a hand up and made a fist. She would be able to feel her own throat beginning to close at that point as he started to choke her. He was refraining from using his hand because he didn’t want to leave any bruises that would look suspicious to her lover boy.
“Is that understood?”

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frostandsnow
2010-10-08 11:16 pm UTC (link)

He'd never done this, never treated her like this. Never attacked her because he'd never had to and it felt wrong every single thing about this felt wrong and though she knew things were better now, knew she was better than she had been she still couldn't help but feel like she was betraying him just by being who she was now. The door locked behind her and she wondered would she see Sam again, would he send her back to hell just for the sake of it. Or worse. Would he do worse to her?

As he spoke though, she knew she was gonna live much as he'd make her pay for the betrayal, and he would. First instinct was obvious, screw them. Sam would be safe, she'd be safe and he'd leave them alone. But she bit down on it almost as soon as she formed the thoughts and she knew she had to do this right. Had to believe that they'd be fine if she just did what she did best and followed the orders of the demon currently holding her against the wall with a power stronger than anything she could hope to possess.

"I won't say anything, Don't hurt them, we hurt them enough. Its not...what you taught me, what Lucifer says. He doesn't care about us any more than the humans. When they're gone, who do you think he's gonna turn on next. Just...just listen, I won't tell them its you but please Azazel." She wanted nothing more than to have him onside, maybe she could teach him what he learned. Probably a stupid wish but thereit was.

"I won't question you. I won't tell them, just get through tonight and talk to me. Can we do that?"

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_yellow_eyes_
2010-10-08 11:59 pm UTC (link)

He wondered if Ruby knew just how transparent she was. Because she was a demon, and not a human, she didn’t know how to hide her emotions. Her weakness. Even if she did it didn’t matter, because Azazel knew Ruby better than she knew herself. Maybe he hadn’t been the one to turn her, create her, but he had raised her. He’d seen all the deepest, darkest parts of whatever demons had for a soul, and he knew exactly how to manipulate her. She was making it easy with her begging, playing right into his hands.

When she started talking about Lucifer, his eyes narrowed and he drove a fist into her stomach, stepping forward so that he was completely inside her personal space. “You are no where even close to being worthy to speak His name, Ruby. Not after the way you’ve betrayed him. And me. Or did you think I wouldn’t hear about all the things you’ve been up to? Screwing Sammy, going on dates, giving people tattoos. Never forget that I have agents everywhere. And he has more than me. There is no place that you can ever hide where I won’t find you. Even when I’m dead.” As this moment should attest to, considering he was, in fact, recently deceased.

He stepped back after a moment, and an almost pleasant, fatherly smile slid onto his lips as he changed tracks. “Oh Ruby. Do you realize how much I’ve missed you?” The hand that had just punched her rose and rested on her cheek. He knew her well, the only thing she had ever craved was his approval, and he used that to his advantage. “For you, I’ll hold up this masquerade. But if you tell them anything…you can’t conceive of what I’ll do.”

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frostandsnow
2010-10-09 12:16 am UTC (link)

It wasn't strictly true. Ruby could hide weakness very very well. She made a career out of it. But not from him. Never from him. Azazel had known everything she was, and this, who she was now. She wasn't suprised it disgusted him. It would have disgusted her back then too. But talking about betrayal. The things he was saying she had done. Betrayal, and she couldn't deny any of it. She wouldn't. Not only Sam, but helping fight her own kind. Teaching others how to do the same. How could she have not known that he'd come back, that he'd find all this out. Of course he'd know. She wasn't even suprised when he punched her. "I know it sounds like blasphamy and maybe it is but its true as well. He'll destroy you once you're no longer useful and it doesn't have to be like that. You're better than that. I know I've disappointed you. I know everything I do with Sam disgusts you but I love him. I do. He's...well you know him about as well as you know me, don't you. I should have known you'd hear. I didn't think...All the planning I do for a job from you and I just didn't think this time. I'm sorry, I am. I just want you to see things how I do. See the truth."

And then, so quickly, so easily he switched, changed back to the Azazel she was more used to, the one she'd missed so completely since Dean had ripped him out of her life with one bullet from the Colt. He was being gentle now and she had to admit the truth, "...I missed you too. I know I shouldn't but I missed you and I wish both things were okay, that I could love him and miss you but it doesn't work like that. You can say you'll keep up the lie, but can you tell me you won't see Dean in a few minutes and want to kill him for what he did to you. For a long time thats all I thought about"

His hand was still on her cheek, so affectionate. Fatherly. Wrong now

"...Sam'll be here soon. Let me down. I won't tell them anything."

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_yellow_eyes_
2010-10-09 04:01 pm UTC (link)

"It's not a crime to miss your father, Ruby." He played on that connection, used it now, because he knew that it was the way to bind her to him. There was always something about Ruby that he secretly liked, which was why her betrayal of her own kind disappointed him. She was going against everything he'd ever taught her, as if their centuries together no longer mattered. Well, she would learn differently.

"You think I want to kill Dean Winchester?" He started to chuckle, and the chuckle edged into laughter after a few minutes. Shaking his head, he smirked. "Honestly, I admire the boy for having the balls to kill me. There aren't many that can." The truth was, he wasn't allowed to kill Dean Winchester, though this was one of those secrets he had no intention of ever telling Ruby. Oh, wouldn't John Winchester simply die if he learned that there had been no reason for him to make that deal, the one that sent him packing to hell? No, Azazel wasn't going to let Dean stay dead. And neither was anyone else, if he had caught on to the right plan.

"You better not, Ruby. We both know there are things I can do to your lover boy that would never leave a scratch on his body if you do." That being said, he stepped in and lightly kissed her forehead, because he knew that she needed that to cement their connection. He then stepped back, letting go of her both physically and telekinetically. The yellow tint to his eyes faded, and he became once again 100 percent Samuel Campbell. "I'm going to check on the steaks. Feel free to make yourself at home."

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ex_demonbloo908
2010-10-09 09:14 pm UTC (link)

This was bound to be awkward. Family dinner, not only with Ruby surrounded by a bunch of born and raised hunters, but his father in attendance as well. It seemed that Dean, Mom, and Grandpa Samuel were able to cope with the fact that Sam and Ruby were together. They definitely weren't happy about it, but they were dealing. They were putting up with it because they wanted to keep the peace, which was something that Sam found he was more than grateful for. But Dad? He was on an entirely different level as far as Sam was concerned. He might have agreed to come out to this dinner tonight, but that didn't mean it was going to be a pleasant encounter. Sam was half convinced that he had only agreed to come along because he believed that it'd give him a shot at taking Ruby down; not because he genuinely wanted to sit at a dinner table and watch his son contentedly sit alongside a demon. Sam understood why he and everyone else would have been uncomfortable with it. Ruby was a demon. They had spent their entire lives hunting and hating creatures like her and now, all of a sudden, here she was. Someone that Sam fully intended to keep in his life, whether they all agreed with it or not. Things were going to be very complicated, to say the very least. Complicated and awkward. Very, very awkward.

Once Sam had managed to park the car, he picked up the bottle of wine he and Ruby had selected for the evening (maybe if they were all drunk enough, they'd forget she was a demon?) and made his way toward the apartment. Since Ruby was already inside, Sam assumed that it'd be all right to just open the door and walk in. Yet as he twisted the doorknob, he found that the door was locked. Why? Why would Samuel feel the need to lock the door when he knew he had company over? And why after Ruby had already gone inside? Unless it was purely out of habit. The man was a hunter. He knew all sorts about the types of things that could just up and walk into his home at any given hour.

...yeah. That was probably it. Reaching for the door, Sam curled a fist up and knocked on it a couple times. Once that was done, Sam drew in a deep breath and waited.

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withgunsdrawn
2010-10-09 10:23 pm UTC (link)

Dean wasn’t sure how this was going to go, was a little worried - he wanted it to go well, wanted it to go off without fighting and arguments, but he didn’t know if that was even possible, and it definitely wasn’t likely. Dad and Sam were always fighting, and that was before Ruby was in the picture, even. Things were different now - Mom was here, for one thing, and Samuel (it felt weird, thinking of the man as his grandfather; as far as he’d known, his grandfather had been dead for years before Dean was even born) had said he’d try to keep everyone in line... hopefully the combination of those things would make everything work out okay.

He’d gone ahead and gotten rolls for dinner, like Samuel had said - although he’d kind of stared at the shelves for a long time, trying to figure out if he was supposed to be getting a specific kind, something to go with dinner right, because there were really way too many kinds of freakin’ bread, dude. He’d ended up with some ‘family pack’ of white rolls, they’d felt pretty soft when he’d poked at them, so he hoped they were the right kind. This whole family dinner thing felt like something huge.

He was out of his depth.

Family dinners for the Winchesters had never been anything this big. It had just been Dad and Sam and Dean, usually at a diner or a fast-food place somewhere. It was more function than anything, eating so they could move on and do something else, always moving on in some way. It wasn’t like they talked a whole lot, while they ate, or did much bonding or whatever.

He could remember only a little about the time before the fire, foggy little memories that were mostly pale hair and warmth and a feeling of safe that he hadn’t felt again; sometimes he wondered if he just imagined it. He wasn’t sure if this was a normal thing, if they’d have done this kind of thing if they’d had normal lives, been normal people and not hunters with a hole in the family where Mom should have been, or if this was really as big of a deal as it felt like it was.

Dean sat in the car for a few minutes after he’d arrived at his grandfather’s place. He wasn’t sure he was ready to do this, even though at the same time he really wanted to, because if it went well it would be awesome. He wanted to have his family back in one piece. It was as much reigning in that hope as it was reigning in the worry that made him hesitate here - he couldn’t let himself get his hopes up too high and then have something go horribly wrong, because something probably would. It always did, why would this be an exception?

Pulling himself out of the car - and taking the rolls with him, but leaving his gun behind, under the seat, since he knew he shouldn’t need it, here (although he couldn’t quite bring himself to leave the flask of Holy Water behind, and that had less to do with Ruby, and more to do with the fact that the Winchesters and family all in one place always drew trouble, and he wasn’t aboout to be unprepared) - he headed for the apartment. Sam was still outside, waiting - and Dean stepped up next to him and offered a grin.

Maybe this could be a good night, after all.

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