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303: Bad Day at Black Rock

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Weakness by themonkeytwin Dean: What is wrong with you, huh? She lying, you gotta know that, don't you? She knows what your weakness is, it's me.

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monicawoe
Sep. 7th, 2011 01:31 am (UTC)
KUBRIK: Gordon told me about you, Sam. About your powers. You're some kinda weirdo psychic freak?

SAM: No, not any more I- no powers, no visions, nothing, it just-

KUBRIK: Liar!
monicawoe
Sep. 7th, 2011 01:31 am (UTC)
DEAN: I'm Batman.

SAM: Yeah. You're Batman.
monicawoe
Sep. 7th, 2011 01:32 am (UTC)
DEAN: Just Dad. You know him and his secrets. Spend all this time with the guy and it's like we barely even know the man.

SAM: Well, we're about to learn something.
ravelqueen
Sep. 7th, 2011 05:23 pm (UTC)
DEAN: 1995

SAM: No way! That's my division championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept this.
wynefred
Sep. 28th, 2011 05:21 am (UTC)
Gordon: Bobby's edge ain't what it used to be. Sam could have him believing anything by now.
wynefred
Sep. 28th, 2011 05:22 am (UTC)
Gordon: Sam Winchester must die.
wynefred
Sep. 28th, 2011 05:23 am (UTC)
Dean: What is wrong with you, huh? She lying, you gotta know that, don't you? She knows what your weakness is, it's me.
themonkeytwin
Sep. 29th, 2011 08:09 pm (UTC)
weakness
I didn't spend much time thinking about Hell. About what it would be like in the Cage. I could not afford to; dwelling on what awaited me down there could only weaken my determination to jump.

So I shut that part of me away and focused on the mission and if I thought about it at all, it was only to do everything I could to make sure I saw it through. I would atone. I would save the world. I would save my brother. I would overcome the evil inside me; I would finally know I am good, if only by damning myself to Hell.

I couldn't always keep it out. But never, in the darkest of thoughts, did I expect this. I thought it would just be me. Me and Lucifer, and I could just keep fighting – the way Dad taught me, the way Dean taught me. Forever, until there was nothing left to fight with. I'm not delusional, I knew I'd lose. But I also knew that, finally, I would be the only one to suffer because of it.

I raise my head to meet my little brother's eyes, and I break into pieces all over again. I've lost count how many times and how many ways a person can come apart.

We're decades past the moment Lucifer and Michael convinced Adam to pick up a scalpel. The poor kid, he was so ... tormented. I didn't blame him. But I'd run out of ways to protect him a long time ago; every impulse to do so was like torture catnip to them, and if this meant they'd stop scourging him in front of me, if he could get some relief, the work he went to on me was a small price to pay.

We're years past the moment Lucifer suggested to me that maybe I could save him. I honestly don't know if I really believed him, but by then anything seemed possible. If I could just destroy Adam enough, if I could take him down to motes and cut them up too, maybe he'd be gone.

We're months past the moment I knew he'd never be gone. That neither of us would ever be gone. There are bits of both of us all over this Cage, and there are archangels hating each other through us, and I don't really have anything else to do for the rest of eternity. Who knows? Maybe while it's my turn I'll discover something that really will help. I always was good at research.

There's a knife in my hands. And I know just where to start.



A/N: I never intended to write hell- or cagefic, and I did what I could to keep this relatively tame. However, Tahirire suggested that Sam's presence in the cage would make Adam marginally safer. And unfortunately my mind immediately took me here. So ... sorry? :/
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wynefred
Sep. 28th, 2011 05:23 am (UTC)
Sam: Look I'm not an idiot Dean, I'm not talking about trusting her, I'm talking about using her.
wynefred
Sep. 28th, 2011 05:25 am (UTC)
Grossman: Come on man, let's open it.
Wayne: Shut up about the damn box!
wynefred
Sep. 28th, 2011 05:25 am (UTC)
Foster: What the hell happened to you?
Wayne: Shotgun happened to me.
wynefred
Sep. 28th, 2011 05:32 am (UTC)
Wayne: I can't lose. I mean really, I- I can't lose!
wynefred
Sep. 28th, 2011 05:33 am (UTC)
Dean: Hey, that was my gun he was aiming at your head, and my gun don't jam so that was a lucky break.
wynefred
Sep. 28th, 2011 05:34 am (UTC)
Creedy: Now we eat.
Kubrik: Good idea. What do you like, I got canned everything.
wynefred
Sep. 28th, 2011 05:35 am (UTC)
Creedy: Look, I know a good place. Wide menu, good service, homey atmosphere. Garlic knots!
wynefred
Sep. 28th, 2011 05:36 am (UTC)
Dean: Dude. If you were ever gonna get lucky...
Sam: Shut up.
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