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((set not long after the Master gives the Rani some blood to test.))

The only thing worse than the Rani's curiosity was his own particularly violent brand.

He had to know what made this one so special, so exceptional amid the rest. There were certainly characters about the place, people who had a little something extra, and some who had obvious abilities that transcended beyond planet Earth, but nothing quite so... subtle. Nearly elegant.

After doing a little careful reconnaissance, he found out where the young man was staying on the grounds. That old adage 'no time like the present' was not one that he usually set much store by, but in this case it served his purpose. –or maybe its purpose, wouldn't be the first time (you've lost parts of yourself, that's what the divine butterfly told you)

He couldn't sit on his hands any longer.

It was nightfall when he showed up at Le Bat En Rouge. That same razor rested innocently in his pocket, but he was after a little more than last time. Only polite that he pay the visit to get it.

He knocked on the door and noticed then that there was a grinding noise beneath his shoe. Looking down and drawing a deep breath through his nose, he had a moment of disbelief before realising that yes, the doorjamb was lined with salt.

What was going on here?

Date: 2008-10-12 08:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
It was a little early to be in bed for the night, but Sam had actually been asleep for a couple hours when there was a knock at the door. He'd been having nightmares again, not visions but real nightmares, ever since that weird encounter with the Master, and so he took advantage of being tired enough to sleep somewhat soundly whenever he could.

He didn't know who'd be knocking on his door at any time, but he hoped it'd be Kara; he was still really worried about her and they hadn't talked or seen much of each other in the past couple of days.

He kept a steak knife he'd swiped from the Hungry Bear on the floor by his bed when he slept, and on his person during the day, and he picked it up as he scrambled out from under the blankets and carried it tucked into his palm, partially hidden by the long sleeves of his baggy sweatshirt as he went to the door.

Hopefully it was Kara. But just in case.

Date: 2008-10-13 05:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
It was probably impressive that Sam got the knife halfway to the Master's neck before the... whatever psychicness it was that the Master did... kicked in, but it was still ultimately beyond useless.

He wondered distantly, as the blade fell from his hand, if it was possible that he could ever actually get fast enough for it to do any good.

Date: 2008-10-13 07:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
Sam stumbled backward.

"I never liked history," he said. "Too many names and dates to memorize. Why the hell are you so interested in me?"

Date: 2008-10-13 07:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
"It's not a ward," Sam answered stiffly. "Don't flatter yourself; it has nothing to do with you. It's not designed for your particular type of demon. And my name is Sam."

Date: 2008-10-13 09:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
"Force of habit," Sam answered, as calmly as he could manage. "This place isn't nearly as interesting as home."

The removal of the lock of hair made him flinch inwardly (he found he couldn't physically move at all) as he couldn't help but run through all all the possible uses for a lock of hair in his mind, even though he was pretty sure the Master's habits weren't particularly steeped in the occult. "I guess you have ways of finding out what you want to know whether I voluntarily give you the information or not, huh?" He sounded just a little bitter.

Date: 2008-10-15 05:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
Marked you.

Sam wanted to snap that he wasn't 'doomed' to anything, but he felt it couldn't be a coincidence that the Master used the same words as Aziraphale had.

"My blood," he guessed. "You found something in my blood." He tensed visibly. "What did you find?"

Date: 2008-10-15 10:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
...militiae coelestis, Satanam aliosque spiritus malignos, qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo, divina virtute, in infernum detrude. Amen....

It's the first thing the Master finds in Sam's head; a prayer to Saint Michael. There's a sudden recoiling of his thoughts as he realizes what's going on, and then he lashes out, blindly and without any idea if he's actually doing anything.

"No!"

...Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio, contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium. Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur: tuque, Princeps...

Date: 2008-10-16 07:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
thought he was somebody else...

It registers dimly that the Master can hear the thought, and the one of pain that follows. Sam's used to having things in his head that don't belong there, and the sensation is not dissimilar to his-

visions; a woman at a gas pump turns the nozzle on herself and then lights a match (she doesn't even scream); a girl wearing nothing but a slip stands at the top of a dam, ready to jump

He supposes he should be grateful that this pain is dull in comparison.

Ansem's face, his voice as he says "The man with yellow eyes. He said I was special."

Date: 2008-10-17 03:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
"You wanna know why?" The voice isn't his father's but it sounds just like him. "Because they got in the way."

The images were jumbled, clearly not in the right order. "No."

"Sam was gonna ask her to marry him." The colt is so close, and for the first time in his life Sam wants to use his abilities, he wishes he was like Max. "Been shoppin’ for rings and everything."

-WHY?

He's pinned to the wall, and a demon's orange-yellow eyes are staring at him through his father's face. Dean screams and bleeds. "How would you feel if I killed your family? Oh, that’s right." A wicked smile. "I forgot. I did."

"I wanna know why?" Sam says. "Why'd you do it?"


"No." He tried to pull away, and the images grew more scattered.

"You wanna know why? You mean, why’d I kill Mommy and-"

-WHY SAM?

Date: 2008-10-19 06:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
"What?" It was already disorienting, but Sam realized he had a sense of what the Master was intending, even though he hadn't actually said. "I was a baby," he pointed out, unnecessarily.

Date: 2008-10-19 07:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
"Fuck you," Sam replied, though it lacked a little of the earlier vehemence. Because despite everything... now he was curious. After all, wasn't this an answer to so many of the questions he'd been asking for so long? It was just like the Master said- in a way, he was helping.

Sam gave an ironic sort of huff at the thought.

Fear. It's the easiest part of the memory to interpret, easier than trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Or was it 'had seen'? He's crying.

John? Is he hungry?


"Mom?"

Shhhh.

Alright.

The monster has yellow eyes. He's staring. What's he doing? He passes one hand over the other- No. He couldn't see it then, but now Sam realizes that it's a knife. A dark taste, and he's not crying now.


'He marked you,' Aziraphale had said.



Date: 2008-10-19 08:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
A pale-skinned woman with dark hair and cuts all along her body. The knife slices into Sam's arm and suddenly she's all snarling and hungry fangs.

"Relax. If I wanted to kill him, he’d already be on the floor. Just makin’ a little point."


"You know, in my world blood is a very powerful thing. It's used in summoning rituals, wards, blessings and curses. You can kill the bloodless with one drop and make a protection charm with another. You really think you're gonna find something to explain this just by looking at it under a microscope?"

Date: 2008-11-03 05:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
It wasn't the vampires so much as the man the Master had made Sam think of in that moment.

"Alright then, enlighten me. What is the- what?" But the question was too late.

He had a moment's horrified imagining of having a tooth ripped out of his head.

Date: 2008-11-07 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
"Which is?" Sam pressed. For an evil guy he was really not very forthcoming- where was the gloating and the confident promise of a slow demise?

Date: 2008-11-07 06:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
Sam was more than used to nightmares. But memories, fresh as the day after, were something else entirely. And he worst, though, worse even than the ever-familiar sight of Jess burning on their ceiling, was his father's face that last time they fought. The last time Sam saw him. Before he went to hell.

He was never going to sleep again.

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