You Found Me |Sam Winchester| [2015 Wattys Winner]

16. September 23rd

16. September 23rd

I didn't want it to come to this, and I knew Dean didn't want it to be this way either. But we had no other choice. He'd gotten his vessel. Unfortunately, taking him out meant taking out his vessel. I wasn't sure what Dean had gone through prior to this, but this had to be something he'd never wanted to have to do.

I certainly didn't want to have to do this.

We were searching for Lucifer in this creepy, abandoned place. He sure knew how to pick his battlegrounds. Though neither of us were keen on the idea, Dean and I had split up. Thanks to the experience from training, I felt a bit confident in confronting the Devil. Not that the confrontation would be easy for me or for Dean, whoever encountered him first. I'd rather we face Satan together than separate.

Dean was checking the ground floor and the basement, I got the pleasure of checking upstairs. This house was old, the stairs moaned and threatened to break under my feet. The floorboards were no better.

I nudged open a door with my foot before scoping it out. There was one grimy window for me to look out from. The walls looked like they hadn't been washed in ages. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust. A closet looked untouched.

The first thing I tackled was the closet. It was empty, minus the mice that scurried away from my flashlight. I squeaked and jumped away. I hated mice just as much as I hated snakes and spiders. Typical girl fears.

A muffled bang from downstairs had me running for the door. As I ran for it, the door swung shut, as though someone invisible had pushed it. I ran into the door, jiggled the knob. Nothing. Locked. I searched for a pin to get the lock. I had none.

"Damn it," I cursed. I stepped back a few before putting my foot to the door. It barely budged. All it did was shudder and hurt my foot. Wait. I aimed for the lock and tried to fire. What the hell? I shook the gun stupidly and tried to fire at the doorknob again. No bullets. But I had just loaded it!

He was definitely here. Who else would pull such a trick on me?

I did the only thing I could at this point.

"Dean!" I pounded on the door. "Dean, get me out!" I shoved my shoulder against the door. "Dean!"

"He's not gonna hear you, princess."

My head snapped round. He came out from the corner. I put the gun protectively in front of me though I didn't have any bullets thanks to him. I could feel a piece of me shattering as I saw him. He looked like Sam. He sounded like Sam. But he wasn't Sam.

Lucifer.

I didn't understand why he'd said yes to this bastard. Dean didn't understand it either. Would Lucifer tell me?

"You son of a bitch," I snarled. "Get out of him!"

"Why should I? Because you said so?" he taunted me. I yelped as the gun suddenly flew out of my hand and across the floor, far away from me. "Look at you, you poor, frightened, little girl. What made you think you were brave enough to do this?"

"Dean!" I shouted.

"He's not going to help you," said Lucifer. "No one will."

In a flash, Lucifer had me against the door, a large hand around my throat. I looked into the eyes that belonged to Sam, not Lucifer. The hazel eyes that told me I had a home with the Winchesters. The hazel eyes I knew since high school.