winchester, sam. (ex_demonbloo908) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-10-17 14:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | sam winchester |
WHO: Sam Winchester and YOU?
WHAT: Surprise!DEMONS!
WHEN: Early evening.
WHERE: Lawrence. Semi-close to the downtown area.
RATING: Violence and language will be included in this one, probably.
It was surprisingly difficult for Sam to convince himself to leave his own house. He knew that the property was pretty solid as far as protections went, but the man couldn't help but worry. He was a worrier these days, it seemed. Paranoid, over-bearing, and probably an extreme pain in the ass toward those who had to put up with his behavior, but it was warranted. Furthermore, it was something that Sam found that he needed. If he couldn't change the past, then he needed to be able to control the future. Or at least he needed to believe that he could. So Sam went out of his way to have a security system installed on the Winchester property. He doubled up the salt lines, added a few more traps in unexpected places along the borders of his home, and sometimes climbed out of bed in the dead of night to walk the perimeter of his house to ensure that everything was in order. It wasn't a big deal from his perspective. Losing Dean and Ruby in one go had been more than enough to make Sam stumble close to the deep end. He didn't want to fall in and, knowing how horribly he'd handled getting things done his way while simultaneously attempting to protect those that he cared about in the past (hello, demon blood and apocalypse), Sam thought that poking at salt lines and checking things over a couple times a day didn't seem like such a huge crisis in comparison.
The week away had helped. Sort of. There were good things, like getting trashed with Dean like normal people, rather than over the bulk of hard emotion that hit them as a result of something terrible attacking and destroying everything good about their lives yet again. Then there was the Lion King. Sam didn't think that so much good could come from watching a movie he'd watched as a kid on broadway, but it had. He and Dean had joked around, Ruby seemed like she had a good time, the others had tagged along for the fun of it. It was almost like they really had stood a chance at getting away from all the bad in the world for a little while.
Then the drama came. It had been mostly dealt with, though Sam was still pretty sure that Ruby was irritated with him on some level. He was trying not to press the matter. It was healthy, wasn't it? Not pushing things. For Sam Winchester, that was difficult, but he was doing his best.
His best had expanded outward from his family and his marriage to the apocalypse. It was still ongoing and that need for him to believe that he could control - or at least change - the future had very much taken hold of his priorities. Sam had been very back and forth as far as all of that went. Some days he felt like it was all too much. Their loss was going to be inevitable, their roles in this fight didn't really matter. They were going to lose. Then there were days like this, where Sam felt stronger. Like maybe if he did the right thing and made the right moves, not only would he be able to stop what he had started, but he would also be able to redeem himself in the process. Redemption was new page for Sam. He was more adapted to revenge. Acting out through means of anger, taking on the world because the world had taken him on. It was the Winchester way, wasn't it?
Maybe the Winchester way wasn't good enough anymore. Maybe Sam really did need to keep himself on this path. Maybe it was the only way he'd ever be able to stop Lucifer from killing them all.
Sam had decided to break away from home because he had really needed to get out and think. Being at home made it hard for him to do sometimes. He worried. He paced. He doubled back over and checked on salt lines and went over piles of sloppily written notes searching for answers that weren't there. Leaving had been difficult, but it was for the better, even if Sam couldn't help but wonder if everything was going to go to hell back at his own front door now that he'd left. His fingers had itched to reach for his cellphone more than once, desperate to call Ruby to make sure that everything was fine on her end, but Sam resisted. He'd only been gone twenty minutes. There was no need to call.
Truck parked at the end of the street, Sam began to walk. The park was just ahead and Sam figured that'd be a good place to wander for a bit. There was a trail that wound around to the lake, where he'd be able to sit down and think without any distractions. Hopefully. Sam raked a hand through his hair and stepped up onto the sidewalk. There were a few people leaning against a building up ahead, chatting quietly, but they didn't seem to be paying Sam any mind so he didn't think much of them. That had been a mistake.
"Hey, you," one started. Sam stopped walking. There was still enough space between them and himself for Sam to give them all a quick once-over. Five people. Two women, three men. They all were staring at him now and Sam couldn't help but note the tiny smirk dancing across the lips of the big guy in the back. Seems promising, Sam thought sarcastically, even though every bit of himself was quickly bolting into a warning zone. They could have just been a bunch of thugs. Sam could handle a bunch of thugs. But, really, how often was it just something with him? Sam found his hands tightening into fists at his sides, shoulders tensing as the speaker - one of the women - stepped in close and looked at him up through her nose.
"I know you. You're that Winchester boy, ain't you?"
They knew him, all right. That was a problem. Sam could only assume that they were hunters or demons at this point. Either way, it didn't look good.
"No. I'm not. You've got me mixed up with someone else," Sam tried, moving to brush past her, "Excuse me, I'm supposed to be meeting someone."
She grabbed his arm. Hard. "Don't lie to me, boy," the woman said strongly, "you're him. Did you think we're not 'sposed to know what you boys look like? Especially you? Oooh, Daddy's gonna be so proud when he we bring him his little meatsuit!"
Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner. Demons, then. And here Sam was, completely without Ruby's handy dandy demon slicing knife to defend himself with. He had his gun, of course, but what good was that gonna do when he didn't want to kill the humans trapped inside those bodies of theirs? Well, there was always the good, old fashioned...
"Christo!" The grip on his arm loosened up just enough for Sam to swing around a few steps and reach into his jacket. The woman hissed, eyes going black with rage, and the others started to move toward him. Sam pulled out his flask of holy water and flung it's contents at them, then he turned on heel and started dashing for the corner, a defense plan already forming in his head. Five was too many for him at once. If he was gonna do this the hard way, exorcisms and all, he was gonna have to separate them. He was going to have to do this smart.