WHO: Sam Winchester, NPC demons, and OPEN. Multiple threads are welcomed. WHAT: Demons are in Lawrence. This is bad. WHEN: Late afternoon; bordering on evening. WHERE: Lawrence, Kansas. Outside of a gas station. RATING: Expect violence and language. STATUS: In progress.
The gas station was far from ideal for rock salt hunting. Sam knew that they occasionally carried it, varying on the company, but he was entirely unaware if this particular one had any. Sam would have shuffled past it if not for the fact that he figured Dean would appreciate him bringing a few cases of beer back to the motel when he finished picking up their usual stock of supplies. Rock salt, a few large bottles to load up some holy water into, various hygienic materials that the two needed for their trips back and forth on the road; little things, all of which Sam assumed could be found at any local gas station. Except for, of course, the rock salt. It would very well be the end of him if he didn't find any within the store area. Sam really did not want to have to drive halfway across the damn city to the next convenience store to pick some up. It'd be time consuming and time was something that the Winchesters appeared to have very little of lately.
Sam was already carrying a few items - shaving cream, those plastic razors that could be trashed after use, shampoo - and was working on rifling through the snack aisle when someone barely managed to tap him on the shoulder. The barely factor was explained when he turned, eyes training themselves on a very short woman dressed in jeans and a red t-shirt. She wore a friendly smile, waves of blonde hair curling into her eyes as she peered up at Sam. The look on her face easily suggested that she was examining him. That much was verified when her smile broadened and she began to talk.
"I know you," she began excitedly.
Sam's brows rose a little. A politely inquisitive expression was pulled. He had never seen this woman a day in his entire life. "You do?"
"Oh, yes. I've seen you before. In passing." She stepped closer to him, looking oddly curious.
Sam laughed and shook his head. "I guess I must not have been paying attention. Where have you seen me? I mean -"
"How's your brother?" She cut in enthusiastically.
Sam drew back a little. The defenses were instantly fired up. He didn't like it much when people chose to bring Dean up. He always worried that they were going to threaten his life or do worse. It was an awful habit, but Sam couldn't break free from it. Not after he had watched his brother die before his very eyes and had lived without him for months. There was no way he could stop worrying. "He's...fine? How'd you know I had a..." Sam trailed off, frowning lightly.
"You can't have one without the other, can you?" The woman looked at some unintelligible spot over Sam's shoulder, then forced her gaze back on him again. "After all, you Winchester boys are famous. Now are you sure that Dean is fine?" She closed her eyes briefly and, after a pause, opened them again. They were pitch black. "The last I checked, it's not easy to forget all about Hell."
Sam instantly stumbled back a few more paces, face twisting in disgust. The process left him bumping into another figure; a figure that, as it turned out, happened to be exactly what the demon woman had been looking at while peering over his shoulder.
A man with black eyes. Another demon.
"Whaddaya think? Give this one the whammy, find his big bro, and bring their heads on back to her on a big old stick?"
Her? Her? Her as in -
"I think Lilith would appreciate that," the female demon answered, the corner of her mouth turning upward into a smirk.