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 Oct 17, 2020 0:00:37 GMT
Sam Winchester:
Sam hadn't been released from Hell's clutches for very long. The hunter had got away from Rowena, Azazel and Lucifer but only by the skin of his teeth, or maybe it had been their plan all along? Had they let the human go to watch him suffer. After all, death was too quick of a punishment for the man who started the apocalypse multiple times. When Sam had opened himself to Dean Lucifer then had 100% control of the Winchester. Lucifer found out that Sam had said 'yes' all that time ago to give it all up. Sam knew that if he tried anything else Lucifer or Azazel would find a way to bring him back but saying yes and giving up to Lucifer was a way out. Lucifer knew this. Maybe this was one last type of torture. Lucifer knew what Sam wanted, and he took that option away from him too. The hunter had been made to feel like he had escaped, but maybe he was just released to look like he had a choice? If Sam thought about it, maybe he would know that he has free will, but he was easily manipulated. The hunter should have learnt from his past mistakes, but he was a Winchester after all. Did they ever learn? Sam had been tortured both physically and mentally for months. He'd been starved and given just enough water to survive. The food he had been given had been rotting or the basics to keep him weak and on the brink of death. When the human finally made his way free, he didn't feel free. It had been too easy, but he wasn't a person to look a gift horse in the mouth at this moment in time. Sam made his way slowly to Mystic Falls, he didn't know where his family was, but he assumed it would be a good place to start. Sam had no idea how long it took him to make it back to Mystic Falls or if he had actually made it. One minute he was walking and the next he was back in the cage or he was hunting with Dean but one thing he was certain of; he was damaged again. Sam wasn't ready to face Bobby and all the Winchester's and the extended family all at once, not in the state that he was now. Sam went back to the motel in town and broke in. It wasn't exactly hard; he wrapped his hand in his ripped top and broke a glass panel before letting himself in. He luckily picked a motel room to which the inhabitants were out. He cleaned up and had a shower changing into some clothes that were left behind. He had to use the same trousers he had on as it wasn't as if many others had his leg length. Sam raised the minibar before leaving the room. He didn't need to steal anything; all he wanted was to use a free shower and freshen up before heading to reunite with his family. Sam hoped that it was only Bobby in. Sam had already seen Dean, and he could face Ben after threatening to kill him. The hunter didn't know when, or if, he would ever be able to look his nephew in the eye again but time would tell. Maybe he wouldn't even get the chance to do so; he just hoped that in time he could apologise somehow. To all of them, he just wanted to say he was sorry. Yes, he would do it again if it saved them harm, but he didn't want it to turn out like this. Sam had wanted to end the Devil in the Cage, and that be the end of it, but as usual, his plans didn't work out as he hoped. He had left the Cage but not as a free man, he been Lucifer's host for a year. What the hunter didn't know was that he was still the vessel. Lucifer had given the human free reign in hope to find where the hunter had placed the archangel blade and cursed objects he gained from Kol. Every time Sam had been let free had been wiped from his mind previously. This wasn't the first time that he had been let free, but like the last times, it felt like the first time Lucifer would alter the humans memory, so it seemed to be the first time. The hunter may have been in control, but if Lucifer thought Sam would gain too much control or find out the truth Lucifer would retake control, it was like being possessed by Gadreel all over again, but Lucifer was smarter. Sammy still wasn't free. Lucifer just wanted his own weakness in his control, not the human's. The angel couldn't crack the hunter; Sammy wouldn't give it up. Lucifer could only get the items if Sam went to them himself, but even that hadn't worked, yet. This was probably the third time Lucifer tried the 'free' approach with the hunter but as they say: the third times the charm. The human made his way to the barn and hung around outside for what felt like eternity. He knew he would never be ready, but he needed to see his family. He needed to see Bobby. Sam slowly approached the door and knocked on it slowly. It had been a long walk from the motel, but the walk up the driveway seemed to take twice as long. Sam just took a deep breath and hoped his 'uncle' had beer and food in as he was starving. Tag: BOBBY SINGER Notes: Sam has a hard task to ask bobby if youre up for it. Words: 940
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BOBBY SINGER
Hunter
Posts: 108
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 7, 2024 20:16:43 GMT
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Post by BOBBY SINGER on Dec 2, 2020 20:43:24 GMT
How many more dead ends could they run into before they finally found a way through the maze Lucifer and the witch were hiding in? Every time it felt as though they had a break, that somehow they could see Sam through the gaps in it and had a hope of getting him out, it all closed in again. Undoubtedly that was the witch’s doing, her fingerprints all over this, those painted lips probably heaping praise on that yellow eyed son of a bitch and his master to get what she wanted out of this. Power. Everlasting life. Glory perhaps. The thought alone was enough to curl Bobby’s lip as he propped a hand against the edge of his desk and his chin on his palm. It was always something with that woman and her used soul salesman of a son.
Blue eyes flicked up to the window that looked out over the back of the house. The woods crowded in dark at this time of year, feeling like another impenetrable wall for things to hide behind. Maybe Crowley was out there somewhere, still cowering under a rock, maybe Sam was too, squashed in some small part of his mind, unable to break free again the way he had with Dean. ”We’re coming for you boy,” he promised hoarsely. Rocking back in the seat, Bobby scrubbed his hands down his face. They had been from the start but the trail was always ice cold. Whatever Lucifer was scraping from the parts of Sam’s brain he wasn’t able to lock away had obviously given the fallen angel just enough knowledge to keep his presence hidden.
Bobby sniffed tiredly, propping his elbows on the arms of his chair as he studied the board he’d set up across one whole wall of what had been the living room. The sofa and the rest of the comforts had been shoved to one side, the space that’d likely held families for a half dozen generations turned into little more than a war room. There were still signs of Azazel and his loyal through fear little demon hoard all over town but nothing big enough to scream Lucifer. That had to be deliberate.
Someone had to be keeping them blind.
A year without nothing was just too much. Promise and hope ground to dust. Weariness and that bone deep ache of failure left behind. Christ, he felt a hundred years old. Bobby sagged back, the chair squeaking faintly as he twisted back and forth. Eventually they had to get lucky, that weight had to lift. All they needed was one chance and Lucifer wouldn’t have a chance.
His mind started to drift, blue eyes ticking from pin to pin to pin, never settling in one spot. When the knock came he was staring at the pin stuck in the Grill. The incident that had killed folks as Lilith had shown off her power. Hell on earth, wiping out souls like they didn’t mean a thing. Bobby pushed to his feet. The house was miles from the centre of town but that hadn’t stopped folks from stopping by on what felt like a daily basis. Hunters, strangers, anybody looking for a little advice and had happened across his name.
The floor creaked as he stepped out into the hall. Beneath the brim of his cap he narrowed his eyes, expecting to see a woman or kid behind the glass again but the shadow there was tall. Towering over the door, broad shoulders, a dark smudge of hair. Moving faster than he thought was possible, Bobby rushed forward, that fist jamming harder in his throat. Gnarled fingers fumbled at the lock, slipping before they finally got it open.
Sam.
Standing there like he hadn’t been gone a year, like they hadn’t been fighting to find some sign of him. Son of a bitch. Bobby let out a shuddering breath, one fist lashing out to thump him in the chest before he drew back. Wariness settled in the lines of his shoulders, his feet remaining squarely in the hallway, on the other side of his line of tricks. ”Well dontchu look like crap,” he drawled softly. Bobby felt his eyes burn as he used the back of his hand to knock his cap back. He dropped it a couple of inches, scrubbing the back of his hand over his mouth. Torn between sense and desperation. ”Are you you or him?” Had Lucifer himself come to gloat? If he had he hadn’t been treating Sam well. The skinnier frame and hollow eyes sure as hell weren’t anything to gloat about. He hadn’t been kidding, Sam looked like shit and it had his chest aching.
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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 Dec 24, 2020 1:10:32 GMT
Sam Winchester:
Sam leant against the doorframe as he was still weakened from the duration of time he had used to escape. It felt like another year had passed before his eyes landed on Bobby. Sam had been here before when Bobby and the rest of the Winchester Gang had locked him up. It took a lot for him to arrive here, but he needed his family. It took everything in him not to reach out and wrap his arms around his surrogate father. The human wasn't even sure if this was real let alone if Bobby wanted to see him again. Last time he had seen bobby it had been through the bars of the panic room he had made and yet he appeared upon his doorstep hoping he wanted to see him after all this time. It had been an eternity before the door opened. The human knew he would have to wait for Bobby to do the usual tests, and he didn't expect any different. "Thanks, feel it too." He laugher drily. He took a deep breath in to steady himself. "Its me. Do you really think Lu-he would knock first?" He shivered at the thought of the archangel. "I wish I had my kit. I would have been through half the tests to prove it's me." He looked down and cleared his throat. "I wish that I could prove this is real to myself, let alone you." He looked slowly back up to Bobby as he dried his eyes.
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BOBBY SINGER
Hunter
Posts: 108
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 7, 2024 20:16:43 GMT
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Post by BOBBY SINGER on Feb 25, 2021 17:39:21 GMT
Sam looked like crap. Bobby eyed him from the doorway, wanting nothing more than to cross the threshold and pull that boy into a relieved hug but bitter experience had taught him not to trust anything, especially when Lucifer was involved. The fallen angel was a bag of tricks, almost as happy to twist people up as his little brother and twice as likely to tear you up doing it. This was just like Lucifer, to finally dangle just what they’d hoped for in front of their faces, only to pull off the mask and reveal himself as being large and in charge the moment they let their guard down.
Blue eyes studied the tall form from beneath the brim of his cap, his throat working as he swallowed hard. Sam had taken hold for a time the last time around too, his strength the one thing that had sent Lucifer tumbling back into the cage in the end. That strength might’ve broken through whatever Lucifer was doing but this time around the witch was involved. Bobby’s gaze raked the driveway, the glimpse of the street beyond as though Rowena would be waiting there, lurking just out of sight. Smug as hell over what she’d managed to pull off.
Bobby swallowed hard again, resisting that urge to just step back and welcome Sam with opening arms. He straightened hard, one hand stretching out to the wall behind the door where the sigils that could propel an angel from the house were etched into the wall. A drop of blood slapped on any of them and they would trigger. Whatever good that would do to Lucifer himself he wasn’t sure but it would give him some time at least. ”’s what you get for walkin’ around with him in you,” he muttered lightly. His eyes narrowed as he watched Sam trying to steady himself. If Lucifer was still lurking in there then he’d done a number on Sam to hide the fact that he was.
Shrugging, Bobby took a half step back onto the rug that covered the floor of the hallway. The rug that covered the angel trap set into the very wood himself. Raising a hand, he gestured Sam in slowly, that wariness bleeding through into his expression. ”If he had half a clue what was waitin’ for him, maybe,” he drawled lightly. ”I like to think even he knows what a suspicious old bastard like me can come up with.” Seeing Sam knuckle his eyes almost broke him and had him rushing forward again anyway but he knew what a dumb ass move it’d be. ”I don’t imagine goin’ on the run from him meant you ended up able to grab anythin’. Come on in, slowly. We get through all of this and maybe I’ll start believin’ it.” Maybe.
He stopped on the other side of the rug, not dropping his eyes to make sure of exactly how far outside of the trap he was. The important bit was that Sam was gonna be on it. Bobby watched Sam’s feet move, waited until he was at least past the threshold before he looked up at him. ”What do you remember?” he asked hoarsely. Lucifer wasn’t the sort to just let Sam wander away. If he was gone then there was some story behind it all. One he was gonna need to hear if they wanted to stop Lucifer from just steam-rollering back in again just when they thought they had everything in hand.
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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 Mar 4, 2021 2:19:56 GMT
Sam Winchester:
Sam felt like him, and all he wanted to do was hug his family. He wanted things to be back to normal, or as normal as it could be for a Winchester anyway. He'd been gone for so long, and the bags under Bobby's eyes made it evident how long he had been gone. It looked as if the hunter hadn't slept a wink in about a week. Sam closed his eyes for a millisecond as he realised the pain he caused his family when all he wanted to do was end their suffering, and yet he multiplied it tenfold. However, the hunter knew something wasn't right. He felt a damning sensation of De Ja Vu. It was as if he had been freed before, but this was slightly different each time. It was as if he was constantly waking up on a Tuesday. "He's dead." He muttered to himself. "Bob, what day is it?" It was the sole reason he had come to Bobby rather than anyone else. If he went to Dean, Jess, Ben or anyone else, he knew they wouldn't check so thoroughly, and he needed the test to prove to not only Bobby but himself that this was real. Well, that was the obvious reason for feeling like shit; Sam knew it too. The main reason he felt so bad was because of what he put his family, hell, the world through. He had a plan, and again it went sideways in a colossal way as usual. Should he give up his ways and let Bobby and Ben take the wheel? Was that why he let Lucifer take control so quickly? God knows Sam could have held out a lot longer, but he caved at the first sign of trouble. Was the Winchester done? Was he ready to retire and do the research side of things like Bobby and settle down to the life he wanted? "You'd have thought I'd have learnt the first time, eh? I'm meant to be the smart one, after all."
Sam walked in slowly. He was just grateful that Bobby invited him into his house after all he had done, but his family forgave after all or at least accepted it. The hunter laughed, followed by a slight cough "Well, why do you think I knocked? I wouldn't want to be met by a barrel of a gun in my chest." He highly doubted that the archangel would knock even at Bobby's door unless he couldn't get in otherwise. " I'll be honest I learnt most I know from you. I'd be surprised if you didn't have a trapdoor under the mat outside for unwanted visitors." Sam had the undesirable urge to keep talking when he stepped onto the mat. "Na, As soon as he changed my clothes, it was gone. Everything I had on me that night is gone; my phone, my lock picks, my photos, everything." It was in that moment he realised in the moment he said yes, he lost all of his belongings; it was as if he had died all over again. His wallet and the only picture he owned of his mom was gone. Yeah, Dean had some, but he kept his in his wallet along with his fake IDs. They kept him grounded to remind him whatever he did, he did it for family, and it was all gone. Sam slowly stepped over the threshold and looked around. It was different from the last time he was here. Last time it was neat, and things were in place, and now it was messier. Things were not in the same place. There were books all over the place, paper spewed everywhere, and empty bottles dotted everywhere. He could see in that moment alone how hard they had been working on getting him back. Saying it one time or a million would never change how much he meant it, nor will it change if they believed it or not. Lucifer hated and yet admired Bobby in this moment. He couldn't leave the floor mat, and this would be obvious he was still there, but he also didn't want to be outed yet. There was one thing left he could do; he could make Sam blabber and waste time while the warding faded, but it would have to be subtle, hinting otherwise Sam would cotton on. It would be a fine line if he would stay hidden, but one he would try to tightrope across. "Well, I remember Dean collecting me in Sandford, before that was a blur..." Sam shook his head. "Joking." He knew it would possibly fall flat, but it was worth a shot to lighten the mood. That would be Lucifer's plot. Stall and joke his way out of it. It would be more believable if he possessed Dean rather than Sam, but he could try. "Seriously though, some of it isn't clear. I remember saying 'yes'. I then remember things differently." He paused and looked down. "He tried many different ways to lock me in. I eventually broke them all..." He didn't want to think about the methods that were used. Bobby may want to know the truth, but he didn't need the details, not all of them anyway. "I kept gaining control, so he brought in the Witch Bitch and sealed him in me. Rowena also found Nick, and now Lucifer's in him.""Lucifer caged me. He w-" He felt a lump in his throat. He knew what he wanted to say, but he couldn't get the words out. He tried it again but in a different way. "He didn't kill me because he still wants th-" Again with the lump in his throat. Was this himself trying to ensure reality was real before giving information away, or was this Lucifer stopping him from telling Bobby the truth. "He wants the archangel blade I have hidden. I escaped him using methods I'd rather not admit." Third time lucky, he guessed. In truth, Sam was getting too close to realising that Lucifer gave up the tongue twist and let him continue. He remembered the last time he admitted to using demon blood he ended up in the cellar, and now he was scared he would end up there again. The Winchester also knew that Bobby would need the whole truth before he believed him. "I was caged for what felt like months. They barely fed me, and they would always send the same demon. The idiot didn't realise I kept a bit from the plate. I made him drop. I pretended to help pick up the pieces while stashing one away. I waited another few days before the allure of freedom got too much." He paused for a second. Why was he telling Bobby so much in the hallway? Sitting down with a beer and a meal of whatever food was in the house sounded so much better. Yet Lucifer made him, so the human kept talking. He would not have been so open about what happened next otherwise. The archangel made him honest to keep him chatting longer in hopes the angel trap would loosen soon. "I slit the guy's throat and drank enough for me to escape. It gave me enough power and energy to find my way out and back here. I'm not proud of it, but it was needed."
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BOBBY SINGER
Hunter
Posts: 108
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 7, 2024 20:16:43 GMT
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Post by BOBBY SINGER on May 7, 2021 18:17:31 GMT
If Lucifer was still floating around in Sam’s noggin then he was doing a damn good job of putting on a Sam like poker face. Bobby watched Sam close his eyes, saw that familiar veneer of emotion slip over his face. Regret maybe, realisation. That sucker punch to the gut when it became apparent that in trying to do what you thought you’d done best you’d screwed it all up entirely.
He’d been there, done that, spent months apologising for it where he had the opportunity to. Carried it with him in that black, greasy pit of his stomach when he hadn’t. Backing up slowly, Bobby narrowed his eyes at Sam, keeping that sense of disbelief in his mind. Nothing had ever been this easy with Lucifer before. ”Lucifer?” he asked, a tinge of that disbelief carrying in his voice. ”Lucifer’s dead? Who’s he Sam?” Not who he thought it was, couldn’t be. There were very few things out there that had a chance of hurting an archangel, even a fallen one. Pressing his lips together, Bobby tipped his head back towards the living room where that calendar of daily failures hung at the bottom of the board he’d made tracking demon signs in town. Each red cross another day they’d failed to track Sam down. ”Wednesday,” he managed hoarsely. Like that was likely to make much difference. It hadn’t just been days that Sam had been gone, it had been months.
God, he wanted to give in to the idea that Lucifer had left the building but even as Sam had him laughing wearily, Bobby knew this wasn’t the time to let his guard down. If Sam walked over the trap he’d laid under the rug in the hall, if Sam passed all the rest of the tests. If, then he’d give in. Bobby kept up his slow movement back, shaking his head slightly. ”Ain’t no smart involved when you’re doin’ stuff for family.” And weren’t that the truth. Smart was what you got when you actually managed to step back and think … smart was what he’d prepared for Sam’s inevitable return ‘home’.
Bobby kept his eyes off the floor as Sam laughed, coughed, wandering slowly closer while he played off his knowledge of what he’d suspected was waiting for him. A shotgun full of rock salt would’ve been the least of it, especially with this being Lucifer he was dealing with. It wouldn’t have even tickled an archangel. His lips pursed, curling into something approaching a smile as he tilted his head. ”Could still grab one if ya didn’t wanna be too disappointed.”[.b] One corner of his mouth hitched higher. ”That’s next on the list of home improvements, gotta deal with all those unexpected guests somehow.” Other than the traps he’d already laid, specially in anticipation of this moment. Raising a hand, Bobby gestured Sam closer again. Just steps til the truth was mostly revealed. ”That son of a bitch made sure you didn’t have anythin’ you could use to get free or get to us.” That was probably the least Lucifer had tried to do to make sure that his prize goose didn’t escape. You didn’t want a runaway before you’d got everything you wanted locked down… or your plan to return home set.
Continuing to back up in the hallway, Bobby sank down on the staircase, well beyond Sam’s reach. He leaned forward, planting his elbows on his knees as he frowned. Sam hadn’t made his way off of the rug yet, hovering there in that liminal land of the truth. He was either free of Lucifer and just tired and babbling, waiting to be led deeper into the house, or the trap had done exactly what it was meant to. Grunting at Sam’s explanation, Bobby lifted his chin a little. ”You think that’s actually what happened and not just what that smug son of a gun wanted you to think? Rowena. Shoulda known she’d get her hooks in. You remember her gettin’ him out? Gettin’ Nick all Lucifered up again?” One growing brow lifted under the brim of his cap before he slowly went still.
Words were still flooding out of Sam’s mouth but they were halting now, his throat working as he tried to get words out. Like they were being choked off. Like Lucifer didn’t want Sam’s recollections to spill free.
Slowly, Bobby rose, brushing his hands down his clothes as Sam’s explanation continued, culminating in that little story about slitting his demon keeper’s throat. Like Lucifer would’ve allowed Sam to just sit around twiddling his thumbs once he was done using him as his little hunter hand puppet. Bobby stepped back towards the kitchen at the back of the house, keeping that poker face up. ”Sounds like you did the only thing you could. Lucky for you he ain’t gonna get his hands on the blade. We put it somewhere nice and safe.” A blade. That explained why Lucifer had risked walking right in here. ”Well, don’t just stand there lookin’ like yer ‘bout to fall down. Come on in boy. You want a beer? Somethin’ to eat, get some meat back on your bones.” Bobby kept his head up, refusing the urge to look back over his shoulder. He turned as he reached the doorway to the kitchen though, reaching aside to flip aside one of the awful paintings that’d still been on the walls when he took over the place. ”You wanna stop playin’ dumb before I send you ass flying out of here?” he asked. Turning to look over his shoulder at what he was now pretty sure as Lucifer, not Sam, Bobby winged a brow. He held out his hand, hovering just an inch over the angel banishing sigil on the wall, a dark smear already on his palm from the nick he’d just made.
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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 7, 2021 21:02:40 GMT
Sam Winchester:
Sam felt as if this was the first time free, but it felt fabricated somehow. As if he was trying the same level of a game for a hundredth time, only changing little details. However, the hunter wanted this to be real; he couldn't deal with another failure on his behalf. Sam was in denial that this was a trap or Lucifer inside his head. If this was all fake, then he put Bobby in danger, and he couldn't have that on his conscience as well. The younger hunter didn't want to appease the thought that this was real if he was stuck in groundhog day again. Was The Trickster playing the long game? Sam waited until the day was revealed. It had been a Wednesday when the cycle had been broken. Was this just another trick? Was the trickster trying to prove a point about playing his part in the apocalypse, or was this reality? He didn't know which reality he wanted to be real. "Wednesday?" Dean had been shot on Wednesday. But all that happened in the last ten years felt too real to be a trick. Was the Winchester really this rusty? He knew deep down that the Trickster was, in fact, the archangel Gabriel and that he had died to save him and Dean from Lucifer. Gabriel was dead. This was a reality that meant all the bad things he had done actually happened. He had said yes. As his denial was shattered, he shook his head. "Gabriel's dead." He took a deep breath. "I hoped this wasn't real. I hoped he was behind the feeling of da Ja Vu." Which meant something worse was behind the feeling. What could be worse than an archangel? Was it paranoia, or had he done this before? "You're right, Bob, Course you are." There wasn't smart when it came to family. The Winchester should have learnt that by now, right? That was why Sam had come to a family member without the curse attached to the name 'Winchester'. Bobby would do the correct thing. Family or no family. "Like a wise man once told me ', Family doesn't end with blood' You always were the wise one."The hunter shook his head as Bobby offered the idea again. "Oh, I could do with this disappointment. I've felt it before, and I can pass." He paused and shrugged. "Unless it would make you feel better to do so." Sam wanted to walk further into the home. He wanted to be free. He wanted to, but something was stopping him. His brows furrowed as he tried to place what it was. Was it fear this wasn't real? Was it fear that he would lead Lucifer to Bobby? And there it was. Bobby, the paranoid bastard, was voicing his own thoughts. "I never know what's really any more, Bobby. This..." He gestured around. "Could all be a fever dream or a hallucination due to slowly starving to death. But this isn't the first time I've had this conversation with people." He paused. He tried thinking and hit a wall. He tried pushing harder to see if this was a dream or a memory. "I... I've seen Jess," Sam remembered he freed himself the same way and met her in the Grill. He had finally let his guard down and confessed his love for her but was that real? Sam began to get a slight headache as he pushed further to get the truth but stopped when it was too much. Was Bobby right? He remembered seeing the ritual through Lucifer's eyes. He remembered being locked in with Lucifer, but nothing had been done to reverse this. All the hunter remembered was Nick standing in front of him in the cage from time to time, but now he thinks about it if he could have been a demon with orders to comply. Was he not free at all? "I saw Nick, or I should say something in Nick. It wasn't the old Nick." He had never shown any of his powers, but his mere presence had been enough for Sam to believe it. It hadn't been Nick that stood in front of him, but he could not be completely sure that it was Lucifer either. Sam was starting to get pieces of information together, and he lifted his shirt and saw the mark from the spell still on his stomach. "No." He whispered. He wasn't free. Lucifer could not leave his own free will, and he couldn't be evicted with the seal still intact. The hunter couldn't hear Bobby's next words. He was too much in shock. Lucifer, however, heard every word. The gig was up. Sam had learnt the truth, for now, that was an easy fix as soon as the warding wore off. Lucifer heard that Bobby and Dean had the blade if that was to be believed. Sam wasn't watching what Bobby was doing as in his panicked state, Lucifer had the opportunity to retake control. "No, no, no... Bobby, get me a hot poker. NOW!" He looked up to find that Bobby had moved without him even noticing. Sam hoped that like the last seal Meg used on him years ago, it could be broken by breaking the seal. Part of the human doubted that the witch would make it that easy to break the spell, but he had to try. If it hadn't been for the archangel hiding in his body, Sam would have fallen from the shock as well as the deprivation of energy. However, Lucifer was watching everything, and if Sam had been thinking straight and not caught off guard, he may not have been able to take control so easily. He would thank Bobby for that later. The devil took the opportunity and ran with it. Sam closed his eyes, and before Sam could warn Bobby, Lucifer was in full control. Laughing at Bobby's threat. "I wasn't 'playing'. I was observing a family reunion. You actually had been talking to Sammy Boy." Lucifer shrugged. "You do realise that the trap under my feet and that little doodle of yours only last so long on me." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Send me away, and I take Sammy with me.""we could come to some agreement." Tag: BOBBY SINGER Notes: slowly getting muse back Words: 1010
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BOBBY SINGER
Hunter
Posts: 108
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 7, 2024 20:16:43 GMT
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Post by BOBBY SINGER on Aug 14, 2021 18:15:15 GMT
The devil was in the details. Just another saying cast off of lips that didn’t really get it but apt all the same.
Hellspawn were all the same, taking after their daddy dearest in either blasting through those telling little details or focusing on them in a way that made it obvious they were digging for soft spots. They had plenty too, didn’t they? Hell cataloguing them over the years, mapping them out for moments like this. Bobby studied Sam as he explained someone was dead, kept those eyes on the face he knew like the back of his hand after all this time and saw something strike when he said Wednesday. ”You lost a day boy?” he asked conversationally. Something was off, far enough off to have them alarm bells ringing a little louder. He shook his head, wiry brows knotting tighter. ”That’s not new news. Gabriel’s been dead since the last time Lucifer got free.” The explanation was right there though. De ja vu again. Lost time. Someone scrambling your brains up like a bowl of eggs.
Lucifer busy pulling those strings in Sam’s head, manipulating all he could touch. Fooling him, trying to fool them. Leaving Sam scrabbling for something to hold onto that made sense. Bobby tipped his head, blue eyes narrowing faintly with his smile as Sam agreed with him. Easy agreement, those concerns smoothed over again. He lifted a hand, knuckling at the brim of his cap. ”You oughta listen to that wise man, trust he knows what he’s doin’.” Trust that he had your back when you needed it. Like now. He’d never had all the answers but at least if he didn’t he could play a wise man well enough to have ‘em fooled and be prepared for when that too broke.
A wise man had put the devil’s trap in the hall. A wise man was tempting Sam over it with the small talk, the expected anticipation of tests and checks to make sure Lucifer hadn’t walked him here like an automaton. The rusty chuckle slipped out of Bobby, certainty sinking deeper with every passing minute. ”You know the only way it’s all gonna make me feel better,” he promised. If Sam managed to walk across that rug without a single moment’s pause. He’d be guaranteed free of Lucifer too, free enough to come in for that enthusiastic welcome home and the less than manly tears that were unashamedly gonna pour down an old man’s face.
For now the ache stayed in his throat, that fist tightening as it became more and more obvious that something was rotten in the farmhouse, in the state of Virginia. Backing up, Bobby tried to lead him in, out of the rambling thoughts spilling from Sam’s mind. He gritted his teeth at the pause again, that stop-start obvious in Sam’s eyes as he tried to wring thoughts free. Reality skittering around in a way none of them were getting a hold on. ”Starvin’ we can solve if you come through to the kitchen. Stocked the place up to prepare for your brother, there’s plenty to fill your boots.” Perched on the stairs, Bobby looked past Sam, thinking back to where Jess had been standing when he’d opened the damn door. ”She told me. Stood right there in the kitchen … outta nowhere. He get ya back the last time Sam?” Wariness in his voice now. Like Lucifer would surely get Sam back again now.
Sam was passing on too much, or maybe just enough from Lucifer’s point of view. Trust, sucker him in with the thought that Lucifer was in Nick now instead. Blue eyes slits, glittering with distrust as Sam started to tell him Nick had been changed. An easy image to plant, to convince Sam of what he wanted to hear most. ”Ya think ya saw Nick,” Bobby adjusted, slowly putting pieces together.
Already he was rising on the stairs, pieces slotting together with neat snicks in his head as he saw the spell’s physical manifestation on Sam’s stomach. A seal locking that door in, Lucifer lurking behind it like the world’s most unwelcome guest. Staying out of Sam’s reach Bobby tore away from the doorway, not slapping down on the sigil he’d painted in his own blood. Not yet. If they could break that sigil that Rowena had slapped in place Lucifer would be gone in a way the sigil wouldn’t achieve now.
Bobby dropped to his knees in the living room, snatching not for the poker but for a blow torch, the sort used in kitchens, handy for burning things in an instant. To shut it all down, to sear skin and break the spell holding things in place. He sank back on his knees as the laughter rang out, the cold voice following it. Not Sam. That son of a bitch instead. ”The bit of Sam you let float up to the surface while you hid. Always was your game though, huh? Let the boys do all the work fer you.” Bobby pushed up, old bones complaining as he headed back to what he’d drawn on the wall. He studied it for a moment, rubbing thumb and forefinger back together to smear the blood. ”Better away and us knowin’ what we’re lookin’ at than you tearin’ this place apart. Sammy told you he’d hidden what you really want somewhere … what’s your deal, have me hand it over and you let Sammy here go walkin’? Don’t sound like much of a deal to me.” He eyed Lucifer sideways, his skin seeming to shrink down tight over his bones like a grim decision was coming.
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SAM WINCHESTER
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Aug 31, 2021 1:00:33 GMT
Sam Winchester:
It was all starting to make sense, small bits of information were all needed, and Sam was piecing it together. Of course, anyone else would have been fooled, but Sam was smart. He knew that it might have taken him longer this time when he was being fooled, but memory wipes and a few well-laced memories or illusions had done the trick.There had always been a possibility that this tactic would mean the hunter would see glimpses of other attempts, but it had worked this long. Then, of course, it had to be Singer who threw the last spanner in the works. Then, finally, it had to be the old hunter who would both ruin and complete his plan. "More like I've missed a year." Ever since he had said 'Yes' and invited Lucifer in, he had lost his life and freedom. The younger Winchester knew this would happen when he agreed to be the Devil's plaything, but he assumed, wrongly, that he would win again. "I really hope you do, Bobby. One of us needs to." He hadn't meant to be comical or glib, but he was truthful; once of them needed to know what they were doing, it certainly wasn't Sam. It had been the reason he had come here. Lucifer had wanted to follow Azazel's idea and see if Bobby had the weapon he was after, and Sam had wanted to come to get his head straight. They had both got what they had come for. Lucifer was now certain that Bobby and, therefore, Dean didn't have the blade. He had believed Singer to start with but What he said at the end was just enough for Lucifer to know even Singer didn't know where it was. Lucifer still had one card left to play, and it would be a big one to use against the older hunter. He was a Winchester by proxy, after all. Sam knew rock salt would do nothing against Lucifer, but a round of rock salt to himself would not do permanent damage, just hurt like Hell. It would, however, do Bobby some good to let his anger out at what Sam had done. The Winchester would prefer to be shot at and stabbed rather than face a disappointed family member any day. Yes, a near-death experience would be more palatable than an angry or disappointed loved one. Gunshot wounds and stabbings he was used to and could deal with disappointment he could not deal with. All the bag guys knew it too. That was why Lucifer made Sam do some terrible, unforgivable acts, as he knew that would be the only way to break the Winchester without killing Dean or Jess fully.Oh, Sam wished for nothing more than a home-cooked meal even if none of them could cook. Hell, he would even go for a burger and go against his morals for any food right now. The human's stomach growled at the thought of a greasy burger and fries. He tried to take a small step forward, but his leg wouldn't obey his command. And there it was. "No." He shook his head. He was certain now, and he wouldn't put Bobby at risk more than he had to. Sam tried to retreat towards the front door. He couldn't be in the same house as Bobby if Lucifer had his hand so far up his jacksie that he was none the wiser. "No, no, no." He didn't want to think about how it was just an illusion or something else in front of him. Sam had tried to piss off 'Nick' to get a flash of red eyes or a glimpse that it was, in fact, Lucifer but over the months in captivity, had he just been warning down enough to believe it. Had it even been months? Could it have been only yesterday he was in a cage? Was he even really in one?Sam tried accessing his Azazel powers to see if he had drunk any demon blood, and the answer was there. So yes, he had a little in his system but was that from the time in the cage or was that just Lucifer topping up Sam's addiction to make it seem real? Was it Lucifer's ploy to leave him jonesing for another hit like Azazel did all that time ago?Sam Winchester had been played again. He'd lost."Of course it was." He scoffed. "You really think I would do all the work when I could have the Winchesters, and you do it for me?" He stood straighter but left the hunter still worse for wear in hopes to use that later. "Oh Bobby, so cleaver but yet so Naiive." He walked around the barrier of the trap, testing it for weak spots or to see if it was faltering yet. He would have to give it to Singer. He had done a pretty good job. "You have me all wrong, Bobby." He shook his head again as he completed the circle again to face the human. "I'm trying to do both you and your boys a favour." He placed his hands into his pockets.
"You have two choices: The warding runs out, and I beat you to death, enjoying every second and make poor little Sammy watch as his hands take your last breath, destroying him so even Dean won't be able to bring his brother back from the grief. Meaning I get what I want. Or, I give Sam control and let him tell you where it is; I leave Sam in the state he is in and not screw him up when I leave. Ask Dean how Raphael left his last vessel. You will have to explain to Dean that you had the chance to save Sam, but you choose the latter." He shrugged and held out both hands in a weighing scale gesture lowering one and then the other. "You can lose both your boys or neither, and I suggest you choose quickly as time is running out." He points to the warding edge on the caret.
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BOBBY SINGER
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Post by BOBBY SINGER on Oct 9, 2021 19:28:31 GMT
All the denials in the world could pour out of Sam’s mouths but it wasn’t gonna change a damn thing. Lucifer was still there in Sam, hiding beneath a rock in his mind, allowing him the belief that he’d gotten away. Exactly what Sam had wanted. Sam would’ve grabbed for that freedom, too tired to look to close maybe, too desperate to believe that what he’d done was ultimately the right thing.
Oh Sam. Bobby sighed with it as those ‘nos’ spilled out of him, a mantra to try and ward it all off but the truth was right there. He froze, watching as those denials rolled out of Sam’s mouth. The truth was dawning, biting deep as Sam went to take a step towards him and found himself pinned. The trap was never going to keep Lucifer trapped for long but it had done its job and tucked away in Sam’s mind Lucifer either hadn’t seen it coming or hadn’t cared. He’d allowed Sam to run right back, maybe to the one thing that could really rid him of the angel.
Bobby lifted his chin an inch, eyes narrowing before he’d bolted. If he had any chance now it’d have to be fast, there was no time for the sorry son this was probably gonna need. However this went it was gonna be an agony to Sam – mental or physical. Throwing open the box, Bobby retrieved the blow torch he’d readied for this. In case, it had all been in case and now all of that paranoia was paying off.
He snorted breathlessly as he pushed to his feet. Too old, too tired for this perhaps but the only one on hand now to deal with it. A call to Dean or Ben would’ve taken too long. One chance to do this before he either had to banish Lucifer with the archangel sigil or burn that seal off of him. ”And me? You’ve got too much faith in an old man’s abilities if you think I’ve got much chance of gettin’ my hands on somethin’ that’ll shove you back in your cage.” That was a step too far for now. Their starting point was tracking Sam and Lucifer down, their second step freeing Sam of the archangel riding around in him. They weren’t about to shove Sam back in the cage to be broken again.
Walking back out with the blow torch in his hand, Bobby offered the rangy form a slanted grin. Toying with Lucifer for too long was just asking for any option he had to be stripped away. ”Still givin’ me too much credit, although, I ain’t half as naïve as you think, Luci.” Flapping the red rag to the bull was a bad idea but that bull already had plenty of mad built up, millennia of it. Now the angel was circling the trap, looking for the way out that would be there if he looked and pushed hard enough.
Bobby tugged the zippo from his pocket, flipped it open with his thumb. He knuckled his hat back with the other hand, the snort rolling out of him more cocky than he actually felt. ”Really?” Bobby drawled sarcastically. ”By puttin’ blood on Sam’s hands, forcin’ him to kill those kids before he welcomed you with open arms? Or is that just us misunderstandin’ what you and that yellow eyed son of a bitch are tryin’ t’do here?” There was no innocence left in either of them, if there had been any in the first place. Lucifer’s bitterness over his papa picking humanity out of him had hollowed out what’d been in the angel in the first place and if there was anything that’d get you a quick trip downstairs like Azazel had taken, it was the evil that poured out of that thing’s pores.
A flick of his thumb had the lighter burning, his other hand gassing the torch. Bobby hummed as he brought the two together. The torch started burning immediately. Flicking the zippo shut, Bobby shoved it back in his pocket. His eyes weren’t even on the angel now, he was focused on the weapon in his hands while Lucifer monologued on with his threats. ”What guarantee have I got you’re gonna keep your word? I let you out, Sam yaps and you’ll still leave me a stain on the floor. How ‘bout we keep this on my schedule and I unlock that door you’re hidin’ behind in there? Burn the witch off that boy and he can kick you right out. There’s enough of him in there to do that. You hear me Sam? I get this off and you pull yourself together. It’s the only way son.” The only way he could guarantee with any certainty. The angel couldn’t be trusted, trusting Sam could do what he needed was dicey enough.
Hand out, the blue flame shooting six inches from the front of the torch, Bobby walked straight at the angel. The burn would be agony but it’d bubble that ward away if he could get it in the right spot. Anything else could heal.
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SAM WINCHESTER
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Nov 5, 2021 2:25:09 GMT
Sam Winchester:
The hunter didn't want to believe it; he couldn't believe it. If all of what Bobby was saying was true, then what was it all for? Then just before Lucifer retook control, Sam noticed the truth. He had been the Devil's Plaything all along. He had put everyone he knew in danger. Everyone he went to for support and comfort each time was so close to being killed if they said the wrong thing. If they happened to find the archangel blade and handed it to himself, thinking he was free from Lucifer, they would have been dead upon helping him. He had risked his loved ones again by seeking comfort. But was that all he was? A danger to those he cared about.When the hunter thought that he had lost the last scrap of freedom, Lucifer had won. For how long only God knew, but Sam would hear everything that Bobby said but would it register. That only Sam knew.Did Lucifer plan all of this to get 100% control? This would be the final straw for the Winchester. If he killed or endangered his family, then he would be lost. "Well, here was I thinking that Sammy trusted you." Lucifer tutted. It did more than shove his ass back in the cage. It sent him to the empty, taking the vessel as well. "Ah well, your loss. Sam doesn't trust family as much as I thought." He shrugged. Bobby may have been good, but Lucifer believed given enough time, he could send the codger back to Hell where he belonged. All the archangel had to do was bide enough time for the warding to fail. He could feel it weakening. It would only be a matter of time. "Unfortunately for Sammy, I had nothing to do with anything until my release. Anything before Sam said 'yes' was nothing to do with me that was all my father's doing." He shook his head. "I never would have asked Sam to change himself like that. That was all God's doing to break Sam to say 'yes'. Sam had free will. I never lied to him, and I never will." Lucifer scoffed and took his hands out of his pockets. Lucifer didn't want all the hard work of the witch to go to waste. Yes, it was both a disadvantage and a bonus to be stuck in a Winchester, but the bonuses were coming to an end, it seemed. Lucifer could feel the ward giving; it would only take a little longer. Stalling was the only way to keep the upper hand, but they both knew Singer wouldn't fall for it."Believe me or not, I am an angel of my word. You can ask Sam here when I give him free rein." He knew there was one way to make Bobby believe possible, but it was a risk to the archangel. "You may or may not know Sam's plan for the blade, but believe me when I say my survival will be in yours and Sam's best interest." The angel moved as far as he could against the warding. If Bobby wanted to get rid of the mark, he would have to enter the warding. Was he willing to truly put his life on the line for the Winchester? Were the Brady bunch as strong as everyone believed? Would the older human take the chance that if he failed that not only would Sam be lost forever? Sam can live with the fact that if Bobby didn't win here, his hands were what finally killed his father figure. Did the older hunter want to take the odds on Sam, who had been under the Devil's influence for a year and previous to that was under the influence of Azazel and demon blood? Only time would tell.The angel hoped that the human would think logically and not trust Sam at this moment, which would seal the Winchester's fate. Either way, the angel thought he held the top trump. "Trust in the Devil, you know. Cuz' Sammy boy cannot hear you right now." The breaking of the spell would not only be agony for the human but would also be agony for the angel. The two were linked in more ways than most thought. The separating of the two would be cataclysmic for anyone within ten feet. Tag: BOBBY SINGER Notes: sorry for the delay. Sorry if it doesn't make sense. Been a long time since I've done any writing. Words: 645
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BOBBY SINGER
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Post by BOBBY SINGER on Jan 2, 2022 17:34:09 GMT
The pain would be almost unimaginable – it was nothing they couldn’t heal one way or another though. Rowena’s magic stripped away in that heat, Sam finally able to expel Lucifer from his body if he could get the breath up afterwards to do it. All worth it. Bobby wasn’t counting his eggs on the matter yet, Lucifer got harsh when he got desperate, but they were closer than they had been in the months they’d chased their tails around. Not one of them had managed to track Sam down but Lucifer had made his first mistake in bringing Sam here to try and figure out where the hell the hunter had hidden the blade that could end him – end both of them.
Bobby laughed almost breathlessly as Lucifer tutted at him, the slick metal of the blow torch slippery in his grip as he readjusted it. The father of Hell didn’t know Sam quite as well as he thought he did. Tricking his way inside hadn’t given him access to everything in Sam’s head and while Sam could fight it never would. ”Trustin’ me and trustin’ himself are two different things. Sam knew if he told me where it was I wouldn’t let him try and go it alone with you.” Maybe some part of the boy had known that he wasn’t entirely free of Lucifer. He’d come here but he hadn’t gone straight for the blade, had he?
Huh. Something to figure out when Sam was free and Lucifer was gone – or he lost the both of them here. Bobby’s lip curled in a sneer. That was one thing Hell would never understand – loyalty – not just the kind that came from blood or love. They’d all ended up down there by stabbing one another in the back, sins piling on until what got sent downstairs was already well on its way to corruption. ”Guess you’d know how that feels, huh? Given your brother’s love for you ‘n’all.” A slow drawl to keep Lucifer off balance. The angrier he was about those little verbal jabs, the less attention he’d pay. The more chance he had to get at that sigil.
Greying brows beetled as Bobby ambled back out into the hall, the torch in full view now. No panic on Lucifer’s part, just that same endless bullshit spilling out of a mouth only capable of producing lies. ”You’re full o’ crap,” Bobby muttered, the heat of the lighter flame already warming his hand. ”It wasn’t your father chasin’ him down here. It was your puppet, you still had your hand pullin’ at his strings from down there, huh? Pushin’ Sammy the way he did before, there’s your liar.” The laugh that rolled out of him was bitter, the smile that revealed gritted teeth just as bad. ”Your father don’t give enough of a damn to even come back and do his dirty work himself. He left you, abandoned your brothers and sisters to babysit his new family.” God’s new creation just ending up playthings for the things he created first. A never ending vicious cycle that they still hadn’t been able to break after millennia of trying.
Bobby felt like every bone in his body was creaking. Old muscles wanted to tremble, joints wanted to ache but he was already focusing on the torch. The heat was worse now, threatening to seer his own skin as he looked up from its almost painfully bright blue flame. ”And I’m meant to believe the King of Lies ‘bout anythin’? I think Sam’d rather work out his own best interests without you there to interpret for him.” Blue eyes fixed on green, that unspoken promise to get him out of this burning between them as Bobby stalked forwards. The flame came up, hovered an inch from the warding as Lucifer pressed against it from the other side. A jerk of a hand and this would all be over.
Red rimmed blue eyes flared wide as Lucifer warned him again. He was pressing into this too willingly. What did the fallen archangel know? What was he … Bobby let out a long breath, switching off the torch as he stepped back. A yard away, he let it slip to the ground, baring his teeth in that grimace again. ”I don’t think I will. Sammy, if you’re in there, trust in us. Let us help, son. We’ll find you.” A promise delivered hoarsely before Bobby whipped a blade from his pocket, a quick stinging slash across his palm and he was slapping his hand down on the archangel banishing sigil on the wall. Power whipped out of it. Bobby’s gut twisted as he threw an arm up against the light. Dean was gonna be pissed, they’d lost Sam again but better he be forced away than him giving in to something Lucifer wanted here.
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SAM WINCHESTER
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Feb 3, 2022 1:11:45 GMT
Sam Winchester:
Lucifer could see deep down that he was starting to get to Bobby, even if Bobby didn't realise it. Lucifer had studied humanity and humans from the second they were created and Bobby was starting to believe him in some way just like the younger Winchester had. Of course, the archangel didn't want the sigil removed. Even when he wanted it to be removed he knew how painful it would be, that was one of the reasons he did this. Sam's loved ones would see the agony on the humans face, be it the humans or the angels and they would hopefully stop. However, Lucifer knew that when the time came that he, himself, wanted it removed he would have to put up with the pain when Sam had used up all of his benefits. After all, Sam was just a suit to Lucifer. Yes, he may have been Lucifer's best and most favoured suit, after all the first tailored suit always feels the best but he would finally outgrow the hunter at some point and he would need replacing. Nick was ready but he couldn't leave Sam willingly until the blade was found by Hell. The devil wasn't suicidal after all. As soon as he left the hunter he knew he would be free range for the family to take out their anger, the hunters had a lot as well. He would exploit it where he could but not by lying to them. Lucifer could feel the increase in heat the longer the blowtorch was ignited. Bobby was right. Of course, Sam wouldn't have told Dean and Bobby where the blade was or they would have stopped him from using it. That was Sam's top trump. It was a good one as well. One that even the king of manipulation hadn't thought of. It had never occurred to him that the Winchester's bond would also be a weakness for him when it came to a weapon of his destruction. Yet again the Winchester had outsmarted him. He growled in frustration. He had underestimated the human and it laid to the possibility of losing the leverage he had over the Brady bunch. If the seal was broken then Sam would have a chance to overthrow him and with the information that Sam still had the upper hand as well as seeing Bobby again may have just given him the strength he didn't have before. Lucifer was furious that he had been duped by Sam yet again! The archangels anger increased into a scowl when Micheal was mentioned. The difference was that Micheal trusted God too much whereas Sam didn't trust family just like Lucifer didn't. All Lucifer wanted now was Bobby to step over the threshold and he would rip his head off his shoulders before he could celebrate the fact that Sammy would be free. That was what he needed to imprison the human completely. His anger grew as the older human didn't take just a step forward. Lucifer rolled his eyes. Why could none see that it wasn't him who made it so he could only inhabit Sam? Why did they blame him? It wasn't his fault that like Micheal they needed strong vessels. God made that flaw. No other Archangel needed a perfect vessel. It was just him and Micheal that needed the Winchesters bloodline. It wasn't his fault he was stuck to the crappy family, the only one that may have been able to stop both him and Micheal. THAT was what upset the angel the most was that he had to take the blame for his father's work. He never wanted to just inhabit a few people. Why would he limit himself to such a flaw? Why did humanity think that his father was all good when he was the one who made both him and Sam compatible! Without meaning to his eyes grew red and flared. "I never lied! Father was the one who planned all this. Micheal could never see it. He made me the way I am, he made it so Sam had to inhabited me." He scoffed and his eyes returned to Sam's original colour. "Do you think that I would choose to look like this for all eternity on Earth?" He sneered. When would people see he also didn't have a choice in this. The Devil almost took a step forward to intimidate the mere human but he had to keep his ego in check if he wanted to leave here. Lucifer could see what Bobby was about to do but he was hopeless to change anything, in a few seconds he would but for now, he was stuck. Lucifer just stood there and waited. Just before he disappeared in a flash of light he had to get another smart remark in. "I'll be seeing you agai-" And he was gone for now.
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BOBBY SINGER
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Post by BOBBY SINGER on Feb 24, 2022 19:20:28 GMT
Angels might’ve been known for being emotionless little automatons, wound up by God and left to toddle along under his orders, but there was a human sort of arrogance that always radiated from Lucifer. He believed he had the upper hand in everything. The Winchesters were wrapped around his little finger while he was in Sam’s body and everybody else’d be too damn scared of what would happen to Sam if they tried to rip him free. None of them would do a damn thing even if he strolled right into the centre of the nest of snakes to lay his hands on probably the only thing they had that could do anything much about the archangel. Bullshit, Bobby thought with that grim edge of satisfaction. They would turn that arrogance back on him, help Lucifer to trip on his own overconfidence and then he’d end up back downstairs, his yellow eyed lapdog with him.
He was gonna have to apologise to Sam for all of this after – the pain he was gonna end up causing to get them there, the delay. Right on the brink of searing the sigil off of Sam’s chest and unlocking the boy’s free will Bobby started to balk. Lucifer was on the ropes, they both knew that, but he wasn’t down and out yet. The fact that he’d been outsmarted by Sam was adding fuel to the flames of Lucifer’s temper and if he wasn’t careful he’d get his goose cooked when those flames burst through the ring. Wasn’t much of anything he’d be able to do from a little room downstairs.
There was a brief pang of satisfaction as Lucifer growled, a flash of his teeth but still Bobby was holding back. Not rushing straight in, not breaking the circle. The sense that this was all going to go wrong built, burning brighter in the pit of his stomach. Face twisting, Bobby let out a rolling chuckle as Lucifer lit up. ”You’re the Father of Lies. If you wanna start convincing people you’re not the bad guy you’re ‘bout a million years too late. You chose your path Luci. You could’ve gone to anyone, burned through them ‘til ya found someone you wanted but you came for Sammy.” He sneered right back at the ‘devil’. This had been a twisted game of revenge since God had asked his boys and girls to babysit for his new family.
Well, he wasn’t about to get that revenge here. It was gonna kill him to do it but this wasn’t a battle he was about to win with a blowtorch and a crap ton of wishful thinking. Bobby called out to Sam, unsure if he was going to hear. He slapped his blood onto the sigil he’d painting. By the time the light and Lucifer’s threat faded the second guessing had started to roll through his head. Drawing in a deep breath, Bobby dropped his arm, hissing as the pain stung at his palm. Luci was gone for now but he hadn’t left him entirely empty handed. When you couldn’t stop running your mouth you were bound to give things away. He snatch a handkerchief from his pocket, wrapped it around his palm before he pulled his phone and punched Dean on speed dial. ”He was here. We might finally have a way to take that son of a bitch down and get Sam back. Get over here.” Bobby shoved the phone back into his pocket and started towards the basement. He doubted Sammy would’ve hidden it anywhere here but he was gonna search the place top to bottom to be absolutely sure. If they could get the archangel blade maybe they’d have a fighting chance.
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