GABRIEL WEST
Angel
REMIEL
Posts: 207
Age:
36
Occupation:
Owner of the Courier
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Lamia
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 18:35:15 GMT
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Post by GABRIEL WEST on Apr 24, 2019 18:42:44 GMT
Since Gadreel had found him bleeding in the centre of town, having dispatched two of Azazel’s demons he had come to an arrangement with his host. Looking at himself in the full length mirror in the corner of the bedroom Remiel felt Gabriel willingly retreating within their currently shared mind. The face in the mirror didn’t change but to anybody aware in the town it would be painfully obvious. Remiel turned away, stroking a hand thoughtfully over his jaw before he strolled from the house. That awareness was what had left him with a rent in his sweater and in his host’s flesh, it had also been what had left the young journalist reticent at the thought of coming to another agreement, one that the angel absolutely intended to keep. Two hours on a normal night, starting at ten if convenient for both parties. Two hours to patrol, to do what heaven had tasked him with. Two hours to metaphorically stretch his legs and then it was time for his host to get what he had called his beauty sleep.
Shooting a grin at a neighbour returning him, bags of groceries clutched in the crook of an arm, Remiel made his way towards the centre of Mystic Falls at a patently human stroll. It was unnecessary, both the rest and the exercise. His grace was fully capable of handling both. Gabriel had balked at the former however, the reek of fear seeming to roll off of him. He’d used this host time and time again since he had first found him facing off against the two vampires. A human visage always helped when you found yourself face to face with those whose souls you were leading back to their bodies and was necessary now that heaven was here, displaced from their own home, those that remained trying to pick up the pieces. That, Remiel thought, feeling pretty grim, made these trips out to try and loosen hell’s grip on this town all the more important. With Azazel back on the throne heaven’s continued existence seemed more tenuous than ever. If the yellow-eyed demon did bring war to Mystic Falls then there was a chance heaven was going to find itself all but eradicated, right along with humanity, and that he wasn’t prepared to let happen.
Patting the chest of his coat in an almost absent-minded gesture Remiel made his way towards the warehouse where his host had been poking around earlier that day. The acrid stench of sulphur had wrinkled his host’s nose but Gabriel hadn’t taken it for what it was. His passenger had though and now Remiel was slipping in through a shattered window. They were waiting for him, the trio grinning at him as he dusted himself down. ”How kind of you to wait around for me.” The angel’s drawl had a polished edge, all gilded by his host’s upbringing. Ignoring it as though they hadn’t heard a word of it, the demon’s were silent. Breaking away from the others the central demon moved slowly towards him, rushing him only at the very last moment. The angel spun aside, a hand dipping into the inside pocket of his jacket to retrieve his blade with a flourish. Another spin and then Remiel was thrusting the blade through the demon’s chest. A blinding rush of light whited out his vision for a moment but Remiel heard the scuffle in the corner of the room. Stepping back, his blade coming free from the chest of the regretfully dead host, Remiel tilted his head, taking in the moving form in the gloom behind the two remaining demons. ”Oh, you brought friends, wonderful!” There was true glee in his tone, glee that became a low sound of amusement as he caught a better glimpse of the form. ”My mistake, it looks like the friends are on my side instead. You first?” He made the offer to the familiar form of the lanky hunter, indicating the two demons with the blade he still held.
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SAM WINCHESTER
Hunter
Special Child
Posts: 335
Played by:
Sarah
It doesn’t matter what you are. It only matters what you do. It’s your choice
Last seen Apr 28, 2024 12:32:57 GMT
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Apr 26, 2019 21:21:31 GMT
Sam Winchester:
Sam had been hunting down Azazel's demons since he knew the Yellow Eyed Demon was back and pulling strings around town. Sam would be damned if he let Azazel and Lilith raise Lucifer into the world again. Since the reuniting at the Grill a lot had changed between Sam and Dean, as well as a lot with Sam himself. He had changed himself for what God wanted or what he thought God wanted. Sam had been a different person since he confronted Dean in the bunker. He had gone for support but ended up fighting with him. Yes the brothers may have started all great issues like this but this time it was different. Unlike the last time the apocalypse was on the cards there was a whole Heaven full of angels and Micheal was ready to take Lucifer down. Now there was nothing on the side of good. Sam didn't see any way out of this easily so he had chosen the option to end it all.Instead of killing Azazel's minions with the blade he had been using them to get his plan to happen quicker. The hunter had been exorcising demons with his minds or toned up his powers with them instead. He didn't like the path he was going down or so he would tell everyone. Sam however, did like the power that came with the powers he had. He knew if he started to like it or at least admit he liked it he would be back at the stage when it was uncontrollable when he almost killed Dean out of anger. He couldn't let that happen again but he did have to stop Lucifer from taking control of Ben or Dean.Sam had been planning on going to Lilith when he was strong enough, until that moment he would keep hunting and taking down the side of evil. Sam had found a demon nest and was about to use it when he heard the commotion going on around the corner. He had already exorcised the demons around the building but he knew there were a few more. Sam made his way into the room quietly when his presence was made obvious. Well there went to element of surprise. The hunter had no idea who this person was or how they knew that he was on his side. Sam didn't know who was on what side so how did this man know what he would do. Sam hated when demons and creatures knew who he was but didn't know who they were as it tended to leave him on the back foot. It seemed the stranger wanted the demons dead or gone so it seemed that they were on the same page after all.Instead of using the demon killing blade that was on his possession he raised his hand tilted his head to the side. He kept his fingers closed as he focused on the two demons in front of him. He took a deep breath. He may have swallowed a Duracell battery downstairs but this would be the first time since gaining his powers that he had tried multiple demons at once. Sam focused and ignored the angel in front of him as he started to pull the demons out of the host. Sam pulled his hand towards the floor as he directed the smoke back to Hell.Sam hadn't taken into consideration the fact that these were the leaders of the nest so they were more powerful than the others he had sent packing. He had started with hopes to kill them but he wasn't that powerful so sending them downstairs again would have to do. Sam wrinkled his face a little as he struggled to get the last of the demon out of the host. When the hell spawn were gone Sam relaxed. He didn't care what the person in front of him thought as the only person's opinion he cared about had made it clear what he thought about what he was doing. Dean had turned his back on him so why did it matter what anyone else thought. He would play the role of the monster if it meant saving people from Hell on Earth. As he relaxed he wobbled a little but quickly steadied himself again. "There the host are saved too. You're welcome." Sam turned away from the human in front of him.
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GABRIEL WEST
Angel
REMIEL
Posts: 207
Age:
36
Occupation:
Owner of the Courier
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Lamia
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 18:35:15 GMT
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Post by GABRIEL WEST on May 15, 2019 17:59:02 GMT
Heaven’s reasons for returning certain souls time and time to the earth had always been well beyond Remiel. While he wasn’t heaven’s most dutiful son he did still try to stick to his orders. These days fewer and fewer of them were received, heaven’s radio had slowly been growing more silent. It was no wonder with the losses that they had taken, but those orders to resurrect, to return souls to the bodies they had vacated to head for heaven, they were still coming through. Remiel studied the hunter as he used power that the Winchesters shouldn’t have possessed to get a grip on one of the two demons that were left. The last time he had seen Sam Winchester the hunter hadn’t been practically reeking of demon blood. He’d seemed keen to reunite with his brother instead, as keen as most hunters were to get back into the game, to continued to fight the scourge that honestly seemed never ending. Dozens of times each of them had been brought back, from heaven, supposedly from hell too. Each time it had seemed as though they were almost untouched by those visits but now the angel wasn’t so sure. Something had changed since the last time he had been resurrected. Something drastic.
The blade was cool in the angel’s fingers, angled at the backs of the two demons that the hunter had in his mental grip, but Remiel didn’t plunge it into their backs as he watched from a front row seat as Sam did his thing. It was, Remiel supposed, what his host would have called a car crash. Almost horrific to witness but impossible to look away from all the same. Blue eyes arrowed as the smoke poured out, slipping through the floor as though it were possible to sink right through it, all the way down to hell. There was no sign of Dean, no backup from the brother who it seemed would eternally be at his brother’s side. Seeing Sam sway and nobody else there, other than the crumpling forms of the former hosts of the demons Remiel started forward, tucking his blade back into the pocket of his jacket before he reached out a hand to the hunter. ”Thank you,” he said courteously enough, keeping up his host’s manners. ”But at what cost to them or their rescuer? How did you …” The angel made a low sound in the base of his throat as he gestured back at the two men slowly stirring on the floor. They had survived the ordeal, as had the hunter but even with heaven’s naivety taking claim of mind of his mind, Remiel knew that everything in this world had a cost.
He touched Sam’s arm, his expression growing serious as he tried to turn the hunter back to face him. The two of them had spoken before, had, Remiel liked to think, made some sort of connection in that bizarre space between heaven and here, between death and life. Those blue eyes rose the inches it took to meet the taller man’s. ”You need to be cautious in this town. Hell isn’t just here to taunt you all with its new King. You trusted me once Sam, I beg you to trust me on this too.” His earnest voice drifted away as he heard a chuckle from the darkness at the back of the room. Turning slowly Remiel squinted into those shadows and then let out a lusty sigh, slipping his hand towards his pocket again. ”I know you would prefer their lives be preserved at any cost but if those two managed to call in backup before you drew the stench of corruption right out of them then we may have no choice.” Stepping forward he brought his blade into view, his expression growing faintly exasperated as the demon they had both missed stepped out into the light, his eyes already black and distinctly inhuman. ”Anybody with an ounce of sense would’ve cut their losses and left. I suppose you’re more afraid of your King’s wrath than ours though.” Azazel’s reputation had done wonders once and now, it seemed, the King already had his subjects held in an iron grip that overrode any sense of self-preservation.
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SAM WINCHESTER
Hunter
Special Child
Posts: 335
Played by:
Sarah
It doesn’t matter what you are. It only matters what you do. It’s your choice
Last seen Apr 28, 2024 12:32:57 GMT
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on May 18, 2019 19:06:39 GMT
Sam Winchester:
Sam took the other man's hand and shook it. Nobody he saved asked at what cost it was to him, they either ran away, feared him or were grateful. It took the Winchester by surprise for a second. "It's a long story. Not exactly one I go around telling everyone. So, are you a hunter or what?" He felt like he knew the man before him or that he had come across him before but this was odd he had never seen this mans face before. " Do I know you? I'm sorry to be short."Sam felt as if he could trust the man or at least tell him the truth and it confused him as he felt as if he couldn't trust anyone lately, not even his brother, so he didn't know why he felt as if he could trust the person in front of him as soon as he met him. Was the man even human? Why had Sam felt like he could trust him unless they had some sort of power to make it easier to trust them? That was when the hunter heard it. 'you trusted me once before Sam.' Sam was cautious in the town he saw all the disappearances and deaths so he knew more than others that this town couldn't be trusted. What did he mean that Hell wasn't just taunting him with it's new king? Did this man know something else that Sam didn't know? Sam knew more than others what was deep in the pit of Hell and he knew that Lucifer would taunt him as much as possible but Sam had convinced himself that he knew what he was doing and he had gained control of the devil once he would do it again. But there it was again, the thought that he should trust this man and what he said. He seemed sincere with what he said and Sam was starting to believe him and before he could question him he heard a laugh from the shadows. When the demon came into view Sam took a deep breath. Why had he not noticed the demon in the shadows? Sam believed that maybe he was too distracted by the man in front of him to be fully on his game. Sam wanted to save the humans as it meant that he was doing the right thing and saving people rather than dooming them but he didn't have unlimited power. The demon blood and training only lasted so far. If there was back up on the way then they would have to resort to violence instead which the human had hoped to avoid as it sent him further down the dark path he was already on. When Remiel had mentioned the new king of Hell Sam's blood started to boil. Ironically it was because of Azazel that he had these powers and the anger that came with it. It wasn't the Yellow eyed demon that they needed to fear. When Sam was finished and powered up enough he would go to Hell and wipe as many demons off the map as he could before taking on the big boss. Sam wouldn't let Azazel ruin his life any more, he had controlled it too long with the help of Lucifer. Sam pulled out the blade that Ruby had given him, there the demon was again. Azazel was there wherever he looked in his life. Azazel had been pulling the strings so much with out Sam knowing but not any more. Of course using the powers he had given him still meant that Azazel was still pulling the strings but not for too much longer. Sam looked to Gabriel. "Ready?" Sam knew a way to make it easier for them to kill the demon. With his spare hand he faced it towards the demon holding it still. The human knew he didn't have the power to hold many more off but he didn't have the power to exorcise all demons that may be coming their way. Sam would have to pace his power in case they were not alone. Sam raised an eyebrow to Gabriel. "Screw the host this time. Kill the son of a bitch possessing them, now before he smokes out of here. I don't need the King of Hell knowing what happened here" Sam was struggling to resist the urge to boil the demon's blood or to torture it before it was killed. He hated demons laughing at him. "Wait." Sam shouted quickly. "If he is the only one left we could use him. We could get information out of him with the right pressure."
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GABRIEL WEST
Angel
REMIEL
Posts: 207
Age:
36
Occupation:
Owner of the Courier
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Lamia
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 18:35:15 GMT
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Post by GABRIEL WEST on Jun 2, 2019 17:56:28 GMT
How very human … and how very civilized given the fact that they were shaking hands in a room littered with the corpses of those who had once played host to demons. Thanks to Gabriel West Remiel knew roughly how to conduct himself at times like this without coming off like a redwood, hugely wooden, but with the Winchesters, honestly it shouldn’t have been necessary to fall back on his host’s thoughts to work his way through this. More times than he honestly cared to count he had ferried the two of them back to their bodies, what minutes they had spent with each other in between obviously floating and breaking up in their consciousness like clouds once those first breaths were sucked back into their lungs. There certainly hadn’t seemed to be much familiarity in Sam’s eye when he’d entered the room to discover someone already here, attempting to take care of the demons. Remiel’s lips curved faintly as he shook Sam’s hands. ”Understandable,” he said honestly. ”Airing one’s dirty laundry in public is never an easy prospect, especially when it’s to a near stranger.” Near being the operative word here. At the hunter’s questions the angel smiled ruefully and shook his head. ”Not a hunter,” he promised. ”But we have crossed paths more than once.” The hunter’s mind had just let go of the information in the way that most did. Remembering all that happened on the other side would only leave a billion questions burning after all.
And that had never been God’s intention, at least not in his understanding anyway. That was quite possibly limited, Remiel was willing to admit that much. Despite his affection for the humans he’d always tried to live up to God’s orders. Those passed on by the archangels and his superiors had usually been not to tell the humans too much butt that honestly just seemed ridiculous. Remiel had been ready to spill more of the beans as he’d started to talk about hell and its new King but demon kind were never prepared to make it easy, not when there was a chance to taunt and laud their knowledge over everybody else. This particular chuckling beast showed no fear of the angel or the hunter within his midst, not even when said hunter had demonstrated his ability to yank demons from their unwitting hosts with just the power of his mind. Remiel risked a glance aside as Sam sucked in a breath. Would he leap straight to yanking the demon from its meat suit as they were distastefully called. He looked back at the demon, sandy brows drawing together. ”I’m really beginning to think our choices are dwindling here,” he warned in a low voice. Remiel drew slow breaths, adjusting his grip on the blade he held. Against a single demon they might have all the time in the world to play this nice but there was no guarantee that it would be all they were dealing with now. Alarm bells were ringing in his head and he absolutely didn’t like it.
The angel heard the hunter pull a blade next to him. Another glance was darted aside, the light seeming to gleam off the serrated edge of the blade. Not a normal blade, something that would certainly come in handy now, if Sam set aside his desire to save as many hosts here as possible. Remiel jiggled the blade in his hand, managing a faint grin. ”Ready,” he told the hunter with a nod. The grin turned grim as Sam raised a brow. ”That would be my preference, just this once.” The demon seemed unconcerned with escaping them though, strolling forward, into the open space with the sort of arrogance their kind were known for. ”You mean you don’t want Azazel knowing what you’re capable of?” Remiel asked quietly. Honestly he couldn’t blame Sam for that. Darting forward with his blade, Remiel feinted towards the demon, watching it dart back with a sudden crack in their shell of certainty. Hesitating, Remiel glanced at Sam. ”You honestly think you can exert that sort of pressure without him escaping?” He hated showing doubt in front of the demon but honestly, this was the proverbial rock and hard place with the three of them squashed right in the middle of it all. The angel hissed as he had to dart back, the demon advancing on him. ”Whatever you’re going to do Sam, do it now.” The growled words showed more doubt than he usually felt in these situations. Killing he could do, protecting was practically his forte but remaining on the back foot? He hated it.
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SAM WINCHESTER
Hunter
Special Child
Posts: 335
Played by:
Sarah
It doesn’t matter what you are. It only matters what you do. It’s your choice
Last seen Apr 28, 2024 12:32:57 GMT
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Aug 6, 2019 13:35:58 GMT
Sam Winchester:
There it was again 'near stranger' how on earth did Sam know him? This wasn't the time to find out they had more pressing matters at hand. Sam didn't need to be told their choices were disappearing, he was aware of this. Sam was sure that he could use just enough power to be able to get more. It wasn't exactly something he enjoyed doing in public but it seemed the time had come for him to stop hiding it and get overt the disgust of others seeing where his powers came from. Sam tilted his head to the side before grasping the demon with his powers holding it paralized just long enough for what he would need. He hadn't tried killing a demon with his powers in awhile but it seemed now was the time to stop reserving everything. "You said I had to trust you. Now it's time you trust me." Sam felt as if he could trust the person before him so he just hoped the feeling was mutual. There wasn't time for Sam to send Gabriel out of the room so he would have to air his dirty laundry as he had put it earlier. The hunter held the demon in place as he slowly walked towards the host before them. Sam raised the blade in case it was strong enough to break free. Sam wanted protection if this was to go further south than it already had. Sam took a deep breath and placed the blade onto the demons neck making a small incision. The usual orange glow appeared as the demon felt the power of the blade. As he removed it he felt the need and the power that came with the demon blood. He focused completely on it so he wouldn't have to see the look on anybody's face. He had seen the look Dean gave him and he hated it. He didn't want to see it on anybody else. "Just watch my back." He paused before taking a few quick gulps of his power source. He continued to hold the demon in place. It became easier the more he drank. The hunter had to forcefully pull himself back. He wiped his mouth and cleared his throat out of habit and shame. The only thing was the shame was decreasing every time he partook. Sam took a step back and smiled to the demon who had once been fighting but now was much stiller. Sam didn't know if it was because of the power up he had just taken or if the demon was weaker but it didn't matter. He closed his eyes and focused on the demons soul in front of him, or rather lack of. He took a deep breath before making the demon spark up like a faulty Christmas light. Sam kept focus until the demon was no more. He then lowered his hand as the body fell to the floor. He turned to face the male behind him as he slowly opened his eyes. "Still trust me? He wont be bothering us again. Now you don't have to worry about what the consequence is on me. We need to just focus on killing the sons of bitches that might be the Cavalierly." Tag: GABRIEL WEST Notes: ive made it slightly smaller to make it go quicker! Words: 540
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GABRIEL WEST
Angel
REMIEL
Posts: 207
Age:
36
Occupation:
Owner of the Courier
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Lamia
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 18:35:15 GMT
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Post by GABRIEL WEST on Aug 19, 2019 19:32:55 GMT
For years they had said that humans were subtle creatures. It was why angels had such a lack of understanding of them. They were humanity’s shepherds, trying to guide them in the absence of their father. Thus far they hadn’t done an awful job of it but amongst themselves the angels had struggled, that lack of subtlety perhaps hiding what was really going on in their midst from most of them. Remiel liked to think that he was perhaps different to his brothers and sisters. His ferrying of souls had opened him up to something more, to someone more time and time again. That had given him some sort of understanding that many of his brethren either hadn’t wanted or hadn’t been given the opportunity to amass.
Undoubtedly the same could be said for humanity. Even those who had brushed up against angels didn’t know it for the most part. Not until the time came and they found themselves heading either one way or another. Both of the Winchesters had taken trips to hell but their experience with angels and demons wasn’t limited to that at all. Sam didn’t seem to recognize him now at all, not even with the hints he was dropping but the two of them had spent time together and some part of the hunter had to be realizing that. Together they had dealt with some of the demons in the room but that last had appeared and left them on what humans called the back foot. Remiel narrowed his eyes, watching as Sam gripped the demon with powers that certainly weren’t heaven given. Wide blue eyes looked back at the hunter, sandy brows furrowing together as he studied him. ”Time to trust you to do what?” he asked, a little of his host’s keen interest in his voice. ”What are you planning to do Sam?” The hunter hadn’t hesitated in what he was doing before, doing what needed to be done but there was still a line with that.
And Remiel thought they were reaching it. There might’ve been a way to save the host, multiple ways, if they could just find them. Taking a step back, moving aside, Remiel watched without letting his mouth fall open as Sam walked towards the frozen hunter. The blade in his hand rose and Remiel found himself calling out, his voice weaker than it should’ve been. ”Wait! Sam, I’m not sure if we should…” What? Cut the demon’s throat to get the beast out of the human shell? Of course not under most circumstances but these weren’t most. The angel winced, watching the orange glow of the blade’s power line the wound it had traced. Had the shoe been on the other foot his grace would’ve been leaking out like blood. At Sam’s instruction Remiel felt his mouth fall open. ”Watch your? Back.” Muttering the words to himself he turned on the spot, those human eyes scanning the room, the bodies already down. By the time he looked back Sam was … drinking from the demon.
Forget furrowed brows, Remiel’s were now practically merged into one blonde beetle along his brow bone. What the hell was the human doing? Before the angel was sure Sam was wiping at his mouth, clearing his throat. The smile on Sam’s face as he stepped back was one he wasn’t sure he liked the look of. In fact it had something in the pit of his stomach squirming in a way that his host most certainly didn’t like. This time when Sam closed his eyes and began to focus on the demon again, the power in the room shivering over his own skin, Remiel didn’t stop him. There was light, almost blinding and then the body was falling to the floor. As Sam turned to him, opening his eyes, the angel shook his head. ”I’d say there’s certainly something to worry about but it isn’t the demon anymore.” No, it was the Winchester himself. Shaking his head, Remiel took quick steps towards the first few demons they had downed, bending to check the bodies. ”Azazel is back and Mystic Falls is becoming hell on earth, do you truly think they aren’t going to send more demons after us? Especially since you drained that one dry.” How, why? Remiel had no clue but perhaps it was best he didn’t.
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SAM WINCHESTER
Hunter
Special Child
Posts: 335
Played by:
Sarah
It doesn’t matter what you are. It only matters what you do. It’s your choice
Last seen Apr 28, 2024 12:32:57 GMT
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Aug 29, 2019 0:07:01 GMT
Sam Winchester:
As Sam drank from the demon he had flashes of Ramiel before him. It was as if his mind was fighting the powers of Heaven. He was learning about all the times that he had been ferried to and from either Heaven and/or Hell. Apart from the times God wanted him to remember it was either wiped from memory or placed behind a wall and the wall was crumbling as his connection to Hell became stronger. The hallucinations of Lucifer and the Cage became stronger and the brief periods of peace in Heaven or the times they had been running from Zachariah had become clearer. It was as if Hell was getting a tighter grip upon his soul Heaven was losing its grip too. Sam knew that Hell had a tighter grip on his soul than Heaven probably ever would. He wasn't in denial about that, it might scare him, terrify him even but he knew it was true and he had come to terms with it. Lately Sam had been thinking about how Dean, should end up in Heaven or Sam would die making it so, he knew he would never be with Dean in the after life or even in this one. Anyone who was anyone or knew him knew that he had always needed to look up to Dean and be with him, the hunter had finally after all this time come to accept that he could not be with Dean forever and that had broken whatever was left of the original Sam. He had become reckless as he believed he was again, once and truly on his own and this time there was no dog or girlfriend to keep him afloat. The hunter ignored the question about what he was about to do. He couldn't even explain it to his brother so how could he explain it to the man in front of him now. It was true Sam was reaching the line that he wouldn't/shouldn't cross but this time he crossed it. Instead of staying on the side of the righteous and good, he didn't know it now but he was not just stepping over it, he had jumped right over it. As soon as the cut had been made his mind was made up maybe it was the blood in front of him that made up his mind or maybe it was the thought that he was alone that had made him do it but there was no going back now. The choice had been made. He couldn't hear the protests from the angel behind him as he was too focused on the power he could have if he just stopped toeing the line. That was when he heard it. 'I'd say there's certainly something to worry about but it isn't the demon anymore.' Sam gulped and tensed the muscles in his jaw. "So even you see me as something to worry about. When will you people see that I'm doing all this..." the hunter gestured around them. "for the good of the planet and humanity." He took a slow deep breath in. "Don't you seem Remiel that I'm going to save everyone from Lucifer, save everyone from Hell raising on Earth." He turned to fully face the angel. "That's right. I remember who you are now. You've seen how many times I've died, how many times I've saved Earth when your kind and your father left us to our own devices. I just chose to use them." He didn't want to have to fight the angel but he knew if he had to then he would. He wouldn't let anyone or anything stop him now. Anything that got in his way or tried to stop him would go down with or without a fight. Tag: GABRIEL WEST Notes: man that kinda hurt to right... Feel free to respond and do whatever to Sam in return. I like challenge lol! Words: 660
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GABRIEL WEST
Angel
REMIEL
Posts: 207
Age:
36
Occupation:
Owner of the Courier
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Lamia
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 18:35:15 GMT
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Post by GABRIEL WEST on Sept 14, 2019 15:01:18 GMT
It wasn’t the first time he’d seen one creature feed from another. For a thousand years it had been a horror that had played out time and time again on the earth. The first time he had come across his current host it had been playing out again. A young woman cornered by two vampires, hovering on the brink of death. The human hadn’t hesitated in rushing in to try and rescue her and he’d nearly paid the price himself. Remiel would’ve called it a simple matter to take care of the vampires, to heal the girl and young Gabriel himself. All in an angel’s day’s work but this … this was new. Stories of Sam’s demon blood bolus as a baby had filtered through heavenly circles after Azazel had gathered his special children to him the first time around and it had been the addition of more demon blood that had given Sam the power to kick off the apocalypse.
That made this … Sam’s drinking from the demon they’d just taken care of all the more disturbing. Remiel shifted on his feet, his host’s nerves jumping like live wires beneath his skin as he watched Sam drink. He could’ve left, disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving this entire mess at the hunter’s feet but he’d spent too much time with Sam in the past to just dump it all on him. And he had questions, burning away in his head, just as unsteady as the nerves under his skin. That had always been his problem. Needing to know even when it would’ve been better not to. His question about what he was about to do had fallen on deaf ears, perhaps his others would too. The working of Sam’s throat had him grimacing, a comment burning on his tongue as he suddenly remembered Sam’s orders. Watch his back. Make sure that they hadn’t missed anybody, that this demon’s call hadn’t gone out to his brethren. Almost glad for the excuse to look away. By the time he looked back it was over, the body was down and Sam was finding his voice again.
Remiel turned away, busying himself in searching the bodies of the demons that were now littering the warehouse. Well, the bodies of the humans the demons had once inhabited. Not a single one of them had survived this time and something about that disturbed him deeply. ”I see you as someone to worry for,” he told him, his shoulders hunching slightly as he pulled a blade from the belt of one of those he’d taken down himself. There was no sign of life left in the form, barely any sign that a human soul had inhabited it in the first place. He hoped that the one that had was now somewhere far better. Looking back up, he saw Sam gesture around them, heard his reasoning for what he was doing. ”You honestly believe that you can do it?” he asked as he pushed to his feet. ”Killing demons, draining their blood for power, you think that’s going to make you strong enough to kill Azazel and stop his plans?” Unlikely, he thought, but at least the hunter had a plan. His own hadn’t gotten much further than trying to rid the town of the evils he could handle.
That, Remiel realized as it dawned on him that Sam had used his name, was tantamount to sitting around and twiddling his thumbs. Azazel’s plan had marched on regardless and this town was that many steps closer to being ground zero than it had been when he’d first arrived here. The angel hung his head, a sigh slipping from his lips as Sam revealed just how much he remembered now. ”More times than I’ve waned to count,” he admitted. ”Each time you were so sure that there was more than you could do to save this world. Fighting so had to get back to Dean, to face down what was out there again. Heaven should be grateful for it all but you’ve seen what this fight has done to us and I think you know more than most what this battle between Heaven and Hell has done to your family Sam. I ask you now, do you think in your heart of hearts that this is going to work? Is juicing up the only way that you can protect Dean and Ben?” There was an unexpected ache in the pit of his stomach at the mention of his own father. God had abandoned them, left them to try and continue the fight without him. Just like the hunters he was at a loss here. Something had to be done, but honestly, what? Tilting his head, Remiel considered the hunter in front of him and then began to approach. First step was trying to get Sam back to those who cared for him, who could perhaps stop this dark slide. Reaching out as though he was going to pat Sam’s shoulder, Remiel tried to tap his fingers against Sam’s head, to knock him out.
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Sept 14, 2019 23:18:56 GMT
Sam Winchester:
Sam could sense how tense the angel was in front of him. There it was. It was true, after all this time Sam had hoped he had a chance in Heaven, a chance of peace but he scared angels. Maybe he was damned to Hell to help all humanity. If he was the Winchester knew he would choose to do it so others didn't have to. That was how he justified it to himself over the years. He had told himself that humanity depended on him and Dean if they were not there humanity would have crumbled long ago. It was no longer Heaven vs Hell there was a third player on the board: humanity, in the form of the Winchesters. None of them would intentionally let the Earth burn and that was what humans needed they needed someone who was willing to take it all on and save them. If Heaven and God couldn't be assed then he would, somebody had to. Sam believed he was not on the side of Heaven or Hell he was on his own side humanity's side. The big boys could not just push them aside and kill them for their own games, not this time, he would stop them. Sam had always stuck up for the little guy, the innocents who couldn't defend themselves, it was his job. The Winchester knew what both Heaven and Hell wanted from him and he would defy both. What they didn't realise was that in the life that they had all made for him they had made him stubborn, determined and caring. Everything he had been through made him defy even his father, nobody would tell him what he was supposed to do. The hunter would do it his own way and he would show everyone that he was not a puppet and he knew what he was doing, even his brother. They would all learn not too push him too far. He was his own person not some pawn to be used. He could sense the unease in Remiel and the host in front of him. "I don't need anyone to worry or watch out for me. I'm a big boy now. I don't need your pity." Dean had been worrying about him his whole life and look where it had gotten him. People didn't need to worry about him they needed to worry about themselves and the people who couldn't protect themselves. His whole life both him and Dean had been through the worst and even Dean had left him. Sam didn't need to get close to someone else just for him to disappoint them again. Sam looked around the room to see that none of the humans had stirred, had none of them survived? He had wanted them to live not become husks. Had all this effort been for nothing? Did that mean that he had changed himself and outed himself to an angel for nothing? The hinter nodded. "Of course I'm sure. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't." Even if he couldn't stop Azazel then he would stop Lucifer. "I stopped Alistair and Lilith in the past when I was strong enough. I can stop the bug before it breeds." He had to. If not then he would become the Devil's vessel and that wouldn't happen as long as Sam had a say in it. "I stopped Lucifer before and you suspect I can't take down Azazel? I have more reason to kill him after what he has done to me, my family and everything I know. I will kill the bastard if it is the last thing I do.""You and me both." He scoffed. He knew that half if not most of his deaths had been wiped from his memory to save his sanity but he knew roughly how many times he had died. "And this time I will. I am the only one with the strength to hold Lucifer let alone stop him. Gods out of the question and I have the power." He looked the angel up and down. "No offence but you can't exactly host the devil to kill him otherwise your kind would have a millennia ago." Or so he hoped. That was when he mentioned his family. Of course he knew what it had done to his family but mainly himself. "Heaven isn't grateful as they wanted this last time. They had the upper hand and would have stopped the cupid that hit my mother and father but no they wanted Dean and I to be born into this." He shook his head. Even Heaven had played him long before he was born. The young hunter didn't know deep down if he knew it was going to work but it had to. He couldn't let a slither of doubt get into his mind or he would back peddle until he was weak and back to step one. He couldn't and wouldn't go back to being powerless, literally, to stop Heaven and Hell. "I do. This is the only way. You tell me anyone else that can stop Lucifer?" He grimaced at the mention of Dean and Ben. Of course the angel knew what buttons to press. "I have to protect Ben from doing this. He is the only other person wont combust to host Lucifer and I WONT let him." If Sam had to say yes to save Ben then he would. If the choice was between him or Ben he would jump at the chance to go through all that again and most knew it. That was why Sam had to be one step ahead of everyone. Sam had been fooled many times by Ruby, Bobby, Azazel, Castiel and even Dean. He wasn't about to fall for the tricks that had worked in the past. As the hand reached him raised a hand and grasped the angel's wrist just before it made contact. "Nice try." He turned the wrist over and pushed it aside. "What exactly did you have in mind? Taking me to Dean? Were you going to confine me, stop me from saving my family, just like everybody else?" He gripped tighter. The last time someone had upset him this much he had almost killed them, and that was his own brother. What did this angel expect to happen? Before he knew it the power took over again. He didn't know if it would work or if it was just useless but it was as if it was a reflex or defense mechanism. It was always there to protect him even when nothing and nobody else was. It was part of him. Sam raised a hand and grasped fresh air as he pulled the vessel down to the ground. Sam guessed that not he would find out if it was the human form he could control or whether it was the soul of the vessel and if angels were an exception. "Why doesn't anyone believe in me?! I can do this. I WILL do this." He took a step back as he released the angel's wrist.
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Post by GABRIEL WEST on Sept 24, 2019 18:31:50 GMT
He was no archangel. Remiel had lost count of the number of times he’d heard the warning over the millennia. Archangels were the top of the heap in their corner of the universe, the strongest, the hardiest, the wisest. An angel amongst the ranks had no hope of aspiring to be anything like them, not if he had an ounce of the sense that God had put into all of their heads. It was the reason they had wanted to keep him from spending too much time down here, one of them anyway. The angel doubted that a showdown with a Winchester was the way any of them had pictured him going out but considering their bloody trench where they dug in between heaven and hell it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise that one of heaven’s few remaining forces would find themselves here in the end. Remiel just hadn’t expected it to be him. When Sam had been in his right mind the two of them had been cordial, friendly in fact. Ferrying Sam’s soul on multiple occasions had given him an opportunity to get to know the famed hunter.
The man standing before him now, shoving off his words as though they really had rung with pity and not just understanding and empathy, was not the Sam he had been. It wasn’t just the demon blood, Remiel thought, his brows drawing together as he studied the taller form, although that obviously wasn’t helping. Sam’s altruistic streak when it came to his family had gone from spine wide to burning in every cell of his corrupted body. Remiel held up his free hand, not turning back to see the expression on Sam’s face. ”You may not need it Sam but people will do it all the same. This is not pity, it is understanding.” But not enough of it. He didn’t know enough of the current situation to be able to wade any further into it. Not without opening up both himself and the man who had agreed to host him to the sort of danger that could kill one or both of them. The journalist cowering in his head certainly didn’t want to be on the wrong side of this.
Remiel knew he was already in an awkward position, caught between a desperate hunter and those he was looking to take down. Heaven didn’t have enough people on the ground in this town to put up much of a front themselves, although if it was looking as though Azazel would fulfil his plan they would undoubtedly try. Slipping the blade he had taken from the man into his pocket, Remiel swallowed. ”There are other ways,” he offered, blue eyes pointedly seeking out the bodies on the floor. He didn’t have much of a leg to stand on here considering his own part but he had come here to cut away at hell’s numbers, not juice himself up for war. The fact that Sam was already referring to demons as bugs proved that some balance in his brain was out of whack. Looking back up at him Remiel shook his head. ”I don’t doubt that you can Sam, only the method you’re using here. You have every reason in the world to want them all dead.” Every angel had heard the story, far too many taking a hand in what had happened to this family.
There was perhaps no way to keep the Winchesters from the war that was brewing here, from preventing more tragedy but he would try all the same. Sam was proving that he knew as much of the other side too, his knowledge ringing in his scoff. He was bragging about the power he held but it wasn’t enough, it couldn’t be and rushing ahead without it would surely make sure this only ended one way. Remiel’s jaw flexed for a moment, his usually merry blue eyes growing serious as he shifted uneasily. ”That was never a possibility, no, but we have had other ways, ways we have never been able to try.” Remiel’s hands lifted in a human sign of surrender. ”Do not tar us all with the same brush Sam. Not all of us were aware of what was going on. You do release it was a select few, don’t you?” The rest of them were kept in the dark. The same way that Dean and Ben and the others were being kept now. You couldn’t stop what you did not know about. Remiel’s throat worked as he tried to figure out a way to rationalize with Sam. Surely he could see that there were other ways to stop Lucifer from rising. ”I can’t, not yet,” he said honestly, his voice hoarse. The grimace that flitted across Sam’s face was perhaps proof he shouldn’t have brought Dean up. His hands spread out in front of him but for the moment the angel didn’t move. ”We can help to protect Ben, Azazel won’t get his hands on him.” That was perhaps a promise he wouldn’t be able to keep but Remiel knew that Dean would protect his son at any cost.
Knowing that Dean was perhaps the only one who could stop Sam for now Remiel had stepped in to render Sam unconscious. It was too simple a move, one telegraphed in a way that he hadn’t anticipated. The angel grunted as his wrist was grasped, his sandy brows drawing together as Sam shoved his hand away. ”Keeping you safe,” he said tightly, twisting to try and slip from the grip that Sam had on him. ”I had no intention of imprisoning you Sam, only making sure you ended up somewhere safe. We need to discuss this, don’t you think?” So others knew, he thought, trying to read between the lines of what Sam was saying. Dean, perhaps Castiel and Ben too. They were aware that Sam was up to something but none of them were here to save him from himself. That was down to him. Remiel gasped as he was pulled down to the ground, Sam’s control over his host unexpected. Scuttling back as Sam released him Remiel looked up at him with wary eyes. ”You will kill yourself in the attempt,” he ground out between his teeth. In a flutter of wings the angel was up again, disappearing from in front of Sam to reappear behind him. An arm slithered around the hunter’s neck, pulling him back hard, fingers biting into his throat as he tried to render Sam unconscious. A booted foot hooked around one spindly leg, shoving, twisting, trying to take Sam down like a redwood.
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Oct 8, 2019 21:43:42 GMT
Sam Winchester:
The hunter knew that whatever he did there would be those pitying him. He didn't need it nor did he deserve it. He wanted to do the right thing without the fame or infamy that came with it. "I know and they shouldn't." He was infected with demon blood and meant to be the one to be the final step to the apocalypse. He was meant to be the Devil's vessel. After all he had been put through by Heaven and Hell he would always be stuck in the middle but mainly on the side of Hell. There was nothing he could do about it. It was in him. He couldn't rip it out or scrub it clean. He had to do the best he could with what he was given, even if others didn't believe it was right. "Nobody understands." He scoffed agai n. "Nobody, nobody knows what it is like to hold the devil and live. Nobody else has survived the cage and come back. Nobody knows what it is like to be shoved in the direction of Hell no matter how hard you try to push against it. Your side and there's wanted this. They both want balance or control but at what cost. At what cost to me? To my family!"Sam was the only person to host Lucifer for so long. He was the only one who had survived the cage for so long. Both the archangel Micheal and his brother Adam had broke long before Sam had. Sam hadn't broke because he knew he had saved the world and that Dean was living his life with Ben. The life Sam had always wanted but it was always just out of reach. No matter how much the hunter had tried he could never reach what he wanted. When Sam had finally snapped he had been back on Earth, he accepted himself for what he was and that was what made him not the Sam everyone knew. He finally admitted that he liked the power Heaven and Hell had wanted for him. The only difference was that he wasn't picking either side. He had made his own and tried to stay his own person. Even his father had thought he needed putting down like a sick dog but couldn't pull the trigger. Sam knew now that he couldn't rely on him father, brother or even Heaven. He had to do things his way. Even if it meant going against the angel in front of him. "Nobody understands me and nobody ever will. I'll make sure of it." He wouldn't let anybody else go through what he had. The only person who could do that was himself. Otherwise he would have to admit that Lucifer may be the only one who knew what he felt. Lucifer had been the one who put into words his feelings and thoughts that he never could or rather didn't want to. "Heaven never cared before. Why start now?" He shrugged his shoulders. "There is no other way. If I die he will just bring me back." He shook his head. He had to be the one to stop Lucifer. To know it was finally over. To get justice for what he had been through. To get justice for Jessica, his mom and his remaining family. "If there was another way Heaven would have done it by now. They would not have waited so long for Lucifer to break free and try again. There is no other way. If there was God would be here." There it was. Sam's lack of faith had been coming for a long time but it had finally deserted him. He didn't believe that Heaven wanted Lucifer dead or gone or God would be there helping rather than having kicking his feet up in Nice. In all honesty Sam knew they didn't all know as Cas had no clue. It was the reason he fell after all. But the fact still remained the same. "Oh can you know?" His word rang with scepticism. "Like how Heaven managed to protect me from it? Like how Heaven was able to stop this all before?" He shook his head. "Heaven's in shambles and what is left is in no state to fight back or care about humans." He wouldn't put his faith in Heaven to protect his family after the spectacular job they had done so far. "Lucifer cannot get his hands on Ben or anyone else if I stop him first. I don't need your help to protect Ben, neither does Dean. Azazel has already got to Ben so it was a cracking job you have done so far."Sam shoved the angels hand aside. "you may not want to imprison me but Dean will. He will cage me like he did before. Just like Micheal and Lucifer. He will throw me into a cage to become the old Sam. But what he doesn't realise is is that you can't detox me from it. It is in me. The old Sam is long gone. He needs to accept it and move on." He didn't know how much of that was true but he wanted Dean to believe it so when he was dead and gone his brother would live his life with Ben and not throw it away on him again. Sam looked to the angel on the floor. "And? What's one life in exchange to stop Lucifer burning the world to the ground?" Sam had an idea of what the angel was going to do as he disappeared but he couldn't respond in time. He felt the weight against his windpipe before he felt the pain of the fingernails digging into his skin. Before he could defend himself or attempt to throw the man off him he was being pulled back. He could feel the leg of the man wrap around his. He knew physically he wasn't going to win this fight. But it would be a good test of his strength to see if he could take down Lucifer or even Azazel. If he couldn't stop this fight with the fresh blood then he wouldn't be able to stop stronger foes. The hunter kept fighting against the weight but he was slowly dropping his attempts more and more. If he pretended to pass out before oxygen deprivation kicked in then maybe he could stab the angel with the blade. Giving him enough time to escape before he used his powers to try to knock him out again. Sam struggled for breath as he slowly stopped fighting back. Relaxing in the arms of the angel.
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Post by GABRIEL WEST on Nov 11, 2019 20:10:53 GMT
Angels weren’t supposed to gossip, in fact they were supposed to remain above humanity at all costs, protecting them while all the while they stayed out of the filth the humans ended up wallowing in. Supposed was the operative word there. As God had slipped away, leaving them to their own devices more and more they’d bathed themselves in the human world. Heaven had split into factions, angel turning against angel in some cases but through it all they’d whispered, they’d passed messages, they’d indulged in angel radio scuttlebutt. Stories of Sam’s madness after he’d escaped and its subsequent transfer to Castiel was common knowledge. Now that he was standing here attempting to talk Sam down Remiel could see the shadow of it passing over the hunter. Hell was making his sanity slip, leaving him irrational. He shifted on his feet, his hand still in the air, hovering below his raised eyebrows. ”Those who care about you don’t have the right to worry?” he asked, knowing the Sam in his right mind wouldn’t say that. That had always been the Winchesters’ problem, the fact that they cared too much about one another. ”Nobody knows because you stopped him,” Remiel said on a long breath. ”They know Sam. They saw what you went through and I’m willing to bet they would do anything to stop it happening to you again. Your family need you Sam.” But he would push them away in an attempt to save him. Even blind, Sam knew about the eternal tussle between heaven and hell.
Remiel hung his head as he considered the hunters words, truly unable to argue the point without turning himself into a liar. He shook it from side to side, drawing in a breath. If he had merely observed the hunter and the demons, if he’d been able to get back to the town and inform on him to Castiel and to his brother, perhaps there wouldn’t be such a precarious balance in the room now. As Sam shrugged and asked why Heaven should care now, Remiel looked up, the corners of his mouth hitched in a sad smile. ”There were always those that cared Sam. They just weren’t the ones who came to call on you. We don’t want all out war. Those that are left of us just want peace, even if it means us dying in the process.” That he had been willing to do since he’d arrived here. Remiel had just never imagined that it might happen for him at the hands of a Winchester.
Unfortunately he wouldn’t be the only one. Remiel sucked in a deep breath, knowing that if they needed to bring Sam back heaven wouldn’t hesitate to have him ferry the hunter’s soul again. Keeping his eyes on the hunter he kept his fingers tight around the hilt of the blade. ”People find new ways to solve problems all the time Sam. You just have to give us a little more time. None of us knew that Azazel would come back now. It couldn’t have been seen.” Not when the demon was supposed to have died at the hands of the Winchesters. Once they were aware that he was back the angels had been scrabbling to try and stop the demons from taking over this town. Remiel recoiled slightly at the mention of his father being there. He hadn’t been for millennia, would he truly choose now as his moment to walk back into the building? Perhaps but somehow he doubted it. This was all growing too tense. Remiel could feel it shivering over his skin. ”Heaven failed but it doesn’t mean they will again. Do you believe we’re not capable of learning from or lessons Sam?” The angel held his head up, releasing the blade to spread his arms as if to indicate around him. ”If we were in no position to fight back what was I doing here Sam?” He had been fighting in the only way he knew how.
One hand returned to his chest, his host’s jaw clenching tight as Sam brought his nephew into it. They had been unaware of Dean’s son but once he had come onto the radar it was impossible to wipe the knowledge from their minds. Blue eyes narrowed as Sam revealed that the demon had already gotten to Ben. ”What do you mean Sam?” he asked, his tone troubled now. He had already reached out to Sam, foolishly perhaps. The hunter grabbed for him, shoving his hand aside as he said that Dean would cage him given the opportunity. Perhaps it truly was needed. He had to dry out, to get these thoughts out of his head. His host threw up the comparison to an old drunk but Remiel knew that it was so much more than that. ”At least let him do what he thinks is best until he can find a way to free you from the blood,” he tried to counter. Sprawled on the floor the angel stared up at the hunter with wide eyes. ”I don’t believe that. The old Sam returned before, it’ll happen again. Don’t do anything you’ll regret Sam. Don’t burden yourself when there’s another way.” No matter what happened Dean wouldn’t give up fighting, the Winchesters never did. Frowning, holding the hunter from behind now, Remiel let out a humourless laugh. ”It’s everything. We don’t have to do this to stop Lucifer Sam. You don’t have to do this.” The hunter began to fight, fingernails clawing at his skin but Remiel began to back up, trying to tumble Sam to the floor. Rapidly Sam was slumping against him. ”I’ll take you back to them. Trust me Sam, please.” The final word was a whisper as he sank down to his knees, taking the hunter with him. As Sam’s body began to relax he started to loosen his grip.
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Nov 27, 2019 1:14:31 GMT
Sam Winchester:
Sam shook his head. "They shouldn't worry about me. I brought this upon myself, they shouldn't be trying to save me when they should be trying to save themselves." There it was. The angel was right a mere human had managed to stop Lucifer. He had done it without Heavens help and he would again. "You're absolutely spot on there. I stopped him, me, and me alone and I will do it again. I'm the only one who can." He looked down and shook his head. Oh, what he would give to never have to think of Lucifer again even for a second, the things he would give to be finally free from the archangel. However, the hunter knew he would never be free not even in death. "He will always be coming after me no matter what I do and I will not let Ben go through even a second of it." He looked back up to the angel. "So, if I have to mutate myself beyond recognition then so be it." He shrugged as if it didn't matter when in fact it was the fear that drove him to the lengths he was at now. Sam tried to ignore the angel's comments about his family. Yes they may need him but he also needed them now more than ever but they wouldn't ever properly understand, he didn't want to bring the darkness that followed him to them. "That's just it. They would do anything for me but they wont let me go do the one thing I need to. They wont let me do this. They wont let me stop Lucifer and save them.""Well that's the story of my life. People always noticed what was going on but nobody stepped in to help before it was too late, nobody cared enough to make a difference. Heaven deserted me and now you expect me to side with those who will just toss me aside again the second I cease to be useful and become just an abomination again." He scoffed. "I'm on the side of humans."Sam had to give it to the angel he was still trying or at least seemed to be. "I would but you are asking the impossible. There is no more time, I can feel him getting closer each day. It wont be long before Hell plays its trump card." Sam laughed drily as Remiel tried to convince the two of them that Heaven wouldn't fail again this time. They had no Archangel to rally against the devil, they had less than half the forces of the previous attempt and he still thought Heaven had a chance? "One angel playing the side of good isn't anything, you are not going to be able to stop Hell on your own."There it was again, either Heaven didn't know or it wasn't common knowledge about Ben. Sam choose that maybe it was for the best that they didn't know. After what Heaven had done to him to get him to host Lucifer maybe they shouldn't know about Ben. It wasn't Sam's place to tell Ben's secrets and he wanted to protect his nephew. "I'm not sure. I just know Azazel has been around town and spoke to Ben and others around town." He shrugged hoping that the angel would believe him. Sam was fighting the urge to fight back, he knew he couldn't win. Even with the extra blood in his system he couldn't over power the angel not even hand to hand combat as this day had proven that the hunter had been too dependant on his powers and was letting the old fashioned basics get rusty. Did Heaven even know about the new batch of special children Azazel had created? Or where they even more in the dark than Sam had thought. He didn't want Dean to dry him out. He enjoyed the power far too much. "I've already done things I regret so, again you are too late. Old Sam died in that Cage and... if not I don't want to... he him again." He began coughing as it became harder to talk. "Maybe I want... to do... this ever think of that?" He loosened the grip more partially due to the struggle and partially acting. " Don't take me back, anywhere but there." He croaked as he dropped his hand lowering it to his waste to remove Ruby's knife. "I like the power. I wont give it up.... You can't make me. Dean can't make... me." He slowly removed the blade hoping the angel wouldn't notice as he closed his eyes pretending to pass out. The hunter would have to act soon or he would really run out of air and be at the angels mercy. On the plus side at least the angel left him breathing and without cancer. Sam could feel his breathing start to stagger and his vision start to blur. He pushed his hand into whatever he could feel hoping it was the angel and not the floor or thin air. If he didn't act now he would be locked up again in the farm.
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Post by GABRIEL WEST on Dec 27, 2019 17:05:22 GMT
Shouldn’t was a word bandied around in both Heaven and down here on earth. They used it almost like a commandment, thou shalt not. For the most part the rules made sense, they helped people, gave them guidelines to follow in their lives that would keep them safe from what was out there. At times like now, though, it wasn’t about the rules, not in the same way. Remiel eyed Sam warily, frustration written in the line of his mouth. ”Shouldn’t is very different to can’t Sam. You care for them, you want to protect them but they’re just doing the same for you. They don’t want to lose you when them doing something to help can save you.” He wanted to make it clear that there was another way, that they didn’t have to lose any of them but the number of souls being ferried back to life, up to heaven or down to hell, in this war was proving that they couldn’t protect everybody. Sam had helped to stop Lucifer once and now he was so damn certain he could do it again. Moving slowly, Remiel dragged his hands through his hair. ”I can see that all you’re thinking about is them but there has to be another way Sam. One that we can manage together.” One thing that Sam wasn’t going to listen to when he was so damn sure that he was the one person who could do this. If they couldn’t stop him Sam was going to fall on his sword in an attempt to save them all in a way that might not even work.
Sam was too bitter to listen, to hung up on the fact that nobody managed to step in and help before their lives had been completely torn apart by both heaven and hell. Remiel’s smile grew brittle as he shook his head, shaking off Sam’s scoffed words. ”Do you think there were those who would’ve helped if they could? Some of us were shackled Sam. As much as you were.” Orders kept the ranks from straying but at the same time it prevented all of them from stepping out of line when they needed to. The angel straightened himself up, his jaw lifting with pride. ”That makes two of us. I’m here to fight for you all Sam.” Although what a single angel could actually do against Lucifer was very much still to be seen. For now the only battle Remiel knew he could fight was here with Sam. He felt his fingers grow slippery on the hand of the angel blade, wondering how badly he’d have to hurt Sam to stop him for now. ”Close isn’t here yet. That means there is time. It’s not impossible, Sam, not yet.” Remiel drew a breath, considering whether he could just disappear from this warehouse and get to Dean to offer him a warning before Sam caught him up in that net of power. The angel’s smile broadened just a little. ”That’s the beauty of it, none of us are alone. We fight together, we have a better chance, don’t you think?” Only Sam didn’t think. He’d made up his mind and he was going to do it his way, with the demon blood clouding his thoughts.
Blue eyes narrowed shrewdly at the hunter before him. Sam had slipped in his mention of Ben and now he was trying to back pedal away from it. Remiel shifted on his feet, his brow furrowing. He had known that Azazel was here and stirring up trouble, he just hadn’t been able to figure out a pattern to those he knew the current King of Hell had approached. ”You know something, Sam,” he accused darkly. ”Who else has Azazel been talking to here? What is he up to?” If they knew then surely they could use that information to stop Azazel’s plans to spring his father from his cage. Knowledge wasn’t the only factor here though, was it? Sam didn’t want to dry out, he wanted the blood, wanted the power. Without it he surely would’ve been unconscious already. Remiel was still clinging to the taller hunter, squeezing his throat, trying to cut off his oxygen and just take him down. ”You’re still that Sam, still trying to save the people you love,” Remiel muttered desperately. ”That Sam would keep fighting. He’d take the help offered him, he’d let go of all of this. Dean will help, you’ll see. Just hold on, Sam.” The angel gritted his teeth, waiting as the hunter slumped in his arms. Still he held on, just a moment longer before he began to lower Sam to the floor. ”They’ll help, you’ll see.” He began to rise behind the hunter, looking around the room for some way to handle this now.
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