winchester, sam. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ex_demonbloo908) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2011-01-08 04:25:00 |
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WHAT: The moral of the story, kids, is that if you're going to kill a Winchester, you probably shouldn't let another Winchester find out. 'Cause then you die. Also a bit of sound advice: never manipulate an FBI agent into thinking that he's gotta sell his soul for you. 'Cause then you die a lot.
WHEN: Evening.
WHERE: The location Booth and Sam tracked Bela to.
RATING: HIGH. For there is death and that is not very nice.
Sam needed this. A loose end, one that required a hell of a lot of violence to tie together and clean up. Bela Talbot had always been a pretty big pain in the ass, but Sam never thought that he'd ever see the day where he'd find enough reason to go far out of his way to track her down and kill her. She certainly had the terrible personality and motivations, but most of them were bent in screwing people over and dealing with the wrong people. This time? Bela had dealt with the worst possible person in all of existence. She had decided to work for the Devil, Sam was guessing, hence the reasoning for killing Dean under Lucifer's command. Sam might well have let her get away with crap like jinxing him with a rabbits foot and stealing the Colt in the past, but she wasn't gonna live past this one. It was one thing to screw material objects out of Sam Winchester's hands. It was another to take a life away from him, especially when that life belonged to Dean.
Sam wasn't the only person out there who needed to wrap up personal business with the bitch, otherwise he would have taken Ruby's coordinates and followed them straight off without a second thought. Booth though - he needed this as much as Sam did, if not even more. Sam had immediately asked the FBI agent to come with him to finish her off. Even though Booth was an agent of the law, Sam found himself far from surprised when the man agreed to take part in the hunt. Bela just brought out that deep, dark, murderous side in people, Sam figured. Even in respectable men, like Booth.
Parked outside of the complex, Sam waited impatiently for the man to join him in the Impala. They had a bit of a drive ahead of them, one that Sam was determined to see through as quickly as possible. Fingers (of the hand that wasn't half broken, that was) drumming against the steering wheel, Sam leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. After all the crap that they were going through with Dean right now, Sam needed to kill something. He needed it more than he cared to admit.