Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Jan 6, 2023 23:33:56 GMT
Sam Winchester:
The Winchesters knew that the demons were idiots if they thought Lucifer cared about them. Even without being in Lucifer's head for a second, he knew that The Devil only cared about himself and was one up on his father. The demons knew it too. They only wanted an easy life, for now, not constantly being on edge about when Lucifer or Azazel would appear on their doorstep. Sam knew what that was like, but he would never side with Hell. Demons only cared about themselves, and it was easier to be on the Devil's side as the Winchesters would only live so long; the Devil was there forever unless Sam had anything to say about it.
"You ruled them for a decade and have just figured that out now? No wonder you didn't last as long on the throne." Sam knew a lot about what Lucifer wanted to do and how good he was at convincing people he was on his side. It may have been because Azazel and Lilith had been watching him his whole life, or they killed Jess, but he had Sam believing him for a second and more than once. The hunter had learnt the hard way just how manipulative both Heaven and Hell could be. Lucifer had to learn it somewhere. Both sides only cared for themselves, and anyone who believed that either side had your back was sorely mistaken. Heaven and Hell had played Sam and Dean to get their own ends, and he had taken that on board. He had a son to look after who was slap bang in the middle; he wouldn't fall for the same tricks thrice. Even demon deals had been broken recently, so he knew what it was like. "That is one point on our side, and we can work with that."
The Winchester couldn't help but scoff when Crowley said he was honest. If that were true, many issues could have been avoided in the past. "Don't even bother, Crowley. You've done enough with your vanishing act." He shook his head. "Please, if you are an honest man, then I'm the pope." There it was again—the doubt. The same ol' story of how he should listen to Dean; Sam was no longer a child. He didn't need to run to Dean for every choice he wanted to make. The younger Winchester didn't need his brother's permission to do anything, and everybody saying he should seek it was infuriating. "First of all, Crowley, I am not opening any cracks up." It was true that because he had used Sam like a sock puppet for years and the century his soul had spent in Hell, Lucifer knew most if not all of his weaknesses, but he wasn't stupid enough to leave more open. Dean was a significant weakness of Sam's, and he didn't need that either. They were not conjoined at the hip.
"Contrary to popular belief, Dean and I are different people. I don't need him to be my conscience. I have learned the hard way I do not need judgement from you added to that list." Nobody believed that Sam was over this. Yes, there was a long way to go, but it seemed the only one to trust him ultimately was Jack; the others on his side counted the days until he failed, and so was everyone else. The Winchesters were nothing if not stubborn; Sam was determined to prove to everyone that he wasn't going down that path again. Nobody knew how hard it was to turn away from that option whenever something went wrong; it was not just to give in and prove everyone right; maybe they would stop watching his every move. It was agony at times to turn away from it; hell, even being this close to Crowley was a challenge as he could feel the blood moving below his veins, but he hadn't given in, and he wasn't about to now. Support would have been better than doubt, but he dealt with what cards he had been sold.
Sam knew that Lucifer would be seen dead in Crowley's sloppy seconds, and with the host's consent, the hunter knew it wasn't possible; the host had died many times. "Not an angel but some snivelling demon wanting to get a raise." Sam looked the demon up and down. It seemed to be Crowley, but then again, with enough torture and the fact that the demons looked up to Crowley for years, they could have studied him enough to fake it now. "You're right, nobody asked you."
The human took a deep breath, with both of them being stubborn to stand down. He kept the blade raised for a second longer as he thought something through. The Winchester used the tip of the blade to nick the demon's chest in a straight line of about three millimetres before dropping the knife on the table and sitting down again. He could kill two birds with one stone here and now. He could prove to the demon that he was stable around demon blood, as well as the fact that he trusted him. "I hope the shirt wasn't expensive." Sam had sat down so that there was an obstacle between him and the demon. After all, this was the first time he had been exposed to demon blood since being free from Lucifer again. He picked up the beer bottle again and took a sip. His other hand upon the chair arm. It creaked as he sat down but again when he gripped the arm of the chair. Sam was trying to prove that he could manage being exposed to blood in a small space; the motel rooms were the biggest. The hunter ensured that one hand held the glass above his leg, so he didn't have to put it down in case he had the shakes. "See, you can go blab that to Dean."
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