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Post by jamey on Sept 7, 2012 9:22:06 GMT -6
----------------------- [/size]  -----------------------[/size] Jo was listening to Dean talk about how he loved to see her smile again,and how she should open her own bar. Now that was an idea, but truth be told her life was hunting. Maybe she could get a job at a bar to keep her busy when there were no hunts. She did enjoy bartending the part she liked the most about it is when people would tell her their stories. Sometimes they were amazing stories..whether or not they were true was another matter.
She then couldn’t help but notice Dean was getting paranoid about his hair, she buckled over in laughter and said “I thought I told you to own it that doesn’t look like owning it” She was almost tearing up from the laughter. She wiped her eyes and settled.
Just as she was about to bring up where they should go for these beers, a car pulled in going pretty damn fast. She was about to go over to them when they parked and give them a talking to for interrupting her visit with Dean, when she saw a tall handsome guy get out. That face was all too familiar, it made her smile again.She looked at Dean then let go of his hand and ran over to Sam “Sam!” Jo said as she ran to him and hugged him tightly.
He looked good too, despite everything she had seen them go through up in the big house. He looked absolutely amazed that she was here and she had a strange feeling that she’d have to prove that it was in fact her talking to the youngest Winchester. As she hugged him again she whispered to him “Remember what happened when you and I spent quality time” She was of course referring to when Sam was possessed and he came onto her.
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Post by samwinchester on Sept 11, 2012 19:22:07 GMT -6
“On the phone? What? Dean, the last time I talked to you was when you dropped me off at the library for research. I've been trying to call you ever since! I had to...” He looked back at the rental car, his brain finally slowing down outside of its panic for him to realize that he just committed grand theft auto on a very traceable car. He swallowed hard, letting the confession of his actions choke out around the frog in his throat. “...steal a car... to get to you in time.”
He was still really on edge, but when Jo stepped forward and hugged him, he could feel a part of him relax. She whispered in his ear something that he was certain that not many people knew, and certainly something that few people would have forgiven him for. Most people, even knowing that Sam was possessed at the time, probably would have been weird with him, the demon using his face to say and do some horrible things. Jo, on the other hand, never flinched in forgiving him, and was never awkward with him a single time after that incident. It was enough to make him trust that this was Jo. Not something else. Really Jo.
Stepping back, he acknowledged the whispered moment between the two of them with a smile and a nod, but didn't know what to say. “Yeah... What a night, huh?” he said out loud, equal parts embarrassed and ashamed, knowing that Dean and anyone else watching might not know what he was talking about, but at least Jo did. Maybe he would tell Dean later. Maybe if he asked, or cared to be inquisitive. But right now, he had a more pressing matter to deal with.
Jo here made the matter all the more pressing, the need to protect both her and Dean coming to a culmination, making his panic sky rocket again. His heart pounded hard in his chest, and his breathing was less than controlled. “I am so happy you're back, Jo. Really, I am, but we need to get out of here. Something is coming. Something bad, and I don't think we want to be in its path.”
He remembered when he found out about it. He was sitting in the library, looking up information about local history, when he stumbled across a report about a fire that broke out somewhere around where Dean had gone out to. At first, he called Dean to let him know he might be on to something, but it might look like spirits, since there was a death so close by. The call went right to voicemail, and Sam left a message. After finding the fire, though, he found an article about how the trees in the area were unique in some way, how they were unusually attractive to the 7 year cicada population, who moved in once every seven years when they hatched in such numbers that it looked like the bark was moving.
That brought him to research about tree folk, different type of beings that lived in the dirt, not unlike the cicada, and looked to lure humans into their world for a multitude of reasons. Continuing his line of research, though it took him about hour to get to the right conclusion, he had it. It was the only explanation. It was Bad. All the while he tried calling, and each time Dean did not answer, and each time Sam became more panicked. He just knew they had to get away. Away, away, away.
”So let's get going!”
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Sept 12, 2012 12:09:35 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Dean didn’t know what was going on he was so lost, he was starting to think maybe this was all a dream with how it was going. Or maybe he was just going crazy, ether way something was going on her, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it before something else crazy happens to him. “by the way Nice one on stealing a car Sammy, but again I talked to you tonight I know I did. I told you that I was going to meet up with you so stay at the room. None of this is ringing any bells at all.” He then looked back and froth at Jo and Sam, nothing they though he was nuts. So he begin to take out his phone and look for the recent calls. “Look I know I called you, look it right….. wow that strange I would have sworn that I called you Sam.” Dean then stopped he didn’t know what was going on but he knew that he called Sam, he was sticking by that story.
But Jo was back so enough of that, there were more important things at hand right now. He knew that Sam had to be happy to see her, even though it did seem a bit awkward when they were talking. Almost like there was something he didn’t know all of. Anyway it didn’t really matter to Dean he was still thinking about what happened earlier, he knew that Sam was telling the truth after all he could tell when that boy lies. So he knew that it had to be something else, which meant that he didn’t talk to Sam. And if that was so who the hell did Dean talk too?
Sam then told them that they needed to get out of there, which had Dean worried, what it what they were hunting earlier or was this something else? Dean then pulled on Sam’s sleeve wanting know what was going on here. “Why do we need to get out of here, what is it Sammy? Because if its dangerous here maybe we need to take this bitch on, you me and Jo just like old times hunting again.” He then looked to Jo. “Come on Jo what you say? You feel like kicking some ass!” Dean didn’t know what was going on, but whatever it was he wanted to kill the sun of bitch. He didn’t just want to up and leave, he wanted to take care of the job at hand till it was done and over with. In that way Dean was just like his dad, he never quit looking or fighting till the case was solved.
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Post by jamey on Sept 12, 2012 13:05:46 GMT -6
----------------------- [/size] -----------------------[/size] Jo looked at Sam as he said they had to get out of there, she had to admit thiat if he was saying this he had to be worried. She let go of the hug then said “Whoa whoa Sam what is it what’s coming?” In a reflex, she looked at Dean with a look on her face that conveyed a bit of worry. After all Sam came blazing in and now was panicked. What was going on? She needed to know what it was that got one her best friends so rattled. He wasn’t making a lick of sense and she wouldn’t let him be scared or worried for her safety.She was more than capable of taking care of herself..against a hellhound she can’t see? Ok maybe another story for another time.She nodded when Dean mentioned that he called Sam. “You did call him I was here”
Sam then told them to run but she didn’t think that running was the answer. She walked over to the Impala and leaned on the passenger door, then looked at Dean and said “Damn rights I do, I don’t know about you beauties, but I’m not running I’m back and nothing is gonna keep me from leaving again Dean, you still have my rifle? Or did you trash it?” She asked jokingly. She hoped he kept it. If he did then that was awesome, part of her wondered if either of the boys had her knife too. She missed that thing and it was the only thing of her father’s that she had left after his passing.
She said with a smirk. “What would you boys do without me? Run for cover? nah come on boys let’s do what we were made for, looking good and kickin as then end it by finishing off with a few beers and me dragging you guys onto a dance floor, either way I win" -----------------------[/size][/center] Words:319 Outfit: HereTags: Sam,Dean Notes: It was great Ash! |
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Post by samwinchester on Sept 17, 2012 22:45:49 GMT -6
Sam could feel his heart racing inside his chest, and he heaved deeply to get it to calm the Hell down! He could barely hear Dean and Jo over the insistent beating of his own heart. From the look on their faces, they certainly understood just how dire the situation was. As his heart quieted, though, returning to its resting rate, their words started to come to him, reaching him from across the thundering wasteland of hooves in his chest. They were resolved, he could tell. Always brave souls, Dean and Jo were driving him out of his panic. Slowly, he nodded, coming around to the more "we've gotta get it before it gets someone else" way of thinking.
Falling back on how his mind worked, he started to think about what he knew about this oncoming baddie. Something told him that it was prophesied. That was what he gathered from his research. That reminded him... he felt a little bad for the condition that he had left the library in. There were at least 30 pages of notes that he had taken, tracking this history of this thing, filled end to end. He didn't want to waste any paper, so he made sure there was very little white left on those pages. At one point, he had ripped a page out (subtly, so that no one would see, of course) of a book, and put it in his pocket. When that page proved to not be the solution, he used its margins to take notes as well. "All right, then, I know what we are dealing with... It's..." He stopped in the middle of his sentence. What was it? It was as if he suddenly couldn't remember. Maybe that was part of it? It was the strangest thing... when it was all laid in front of him, it made perfect sense. Now that he was miles away from the research, he had no grasp on it, like the information was smoke in the wind, and he was trying to catch it in his fists.
"...I don't remember..."
Behind him, the rental car engine shut off of its own accord, and the signal that the keys were still in the ignition started to go off, ricocheting its intrusive siren into the night. It bounced off the trees, louder than it had any right to be. It should have been a sound that frightened away at least the more timid of woodland creatures... but nothing came. Nothing stirred in the night, not even, Sam now realized as he tuned into his new surroundings, the wind. Not a single bird ca-cawed, not an isolated squirrel scampered. If there was something larger out there, then it was not the type of thing to be frightened by the alien sound of an open car door's signal, which meant it was not likely to be scared by three humans standing around talking... That worried Sam...
Somewhere behind them all, with attention drawn to the car and the new noises it was suddenly making, a black fogged rolled under the leaves in the forest. It was little more than a stirring, almost unnoticeable amount the shadow that existed, shifting and moving so subtly that it could have been nothing. And it waited... It waited with intent... Tag: Jo, Dean Count: 550 Notes: Thank for your patience while I was not well, guys!
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Sept 18, 2012 21:29:27 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - -Dean didn’t know what was going on but he knew it was something, even Jo knew that something wasn’t right. Hell she remembers Dean talking to Sam as well, which assured him right there that he wasn’t crazy good to know. Then if it wasn’t that then what was going on Here? Who did Dean talk to? All these questions and no answers which was pissing him off. “Well see Jo remembers me talking to you, so what is going on here man? I’m like freaked out right now, and you know I don’t like to be freaked out. I got enough shit to worry about.” Dean said getting pissed, which is something he does when he is freaked out or doesn’t understand something. It was just how Dean was sadly.
Jo was thinking just like Dean was they needed to take on this bitch and not run from it. “Hell yeah I still got your gun you know I wouldn’t do that , I know how much you loved that thing. If I remember right you popped me one good in the face with it.” He said laughing. Dean then walked to the back of the car, opening the trunk pulling out her Rifle. “Here you go your baby still in one piece.” he said while handed her the gun. “I just couldn’t get rid of the only think I had left of you Jo.” Dean then gave her a big smile while giving her a pat on the shoulder.” It just killed him when he lose Ellen and Jo, it was like he lost his mom and sister. So he made sure to keep there guns in away to remember them, which Jo didn’t even know that he had her mom’s as well.
“Now just like Jo said lets go get this bitch so we can get us some beers later.” Dean was ready to take this head on, he wasn’t playing around tonight. But it seemed like Sam had forgotten what they were looking for, which was not like him at all. “What you mean you forgot, Sammy how did you just forget something. Out of all the years we have hunted you never have done that, are you feeling ok?” Dean walked over to his Brother worried sick hoping that he was ok, it seemed as though his mind was still fucking with him.
But right when he was about to speak again, the rental car that Sam was driving just all the sudden shut off. Shortly after that sirens begin to go off which was echoing threw the trees, he knew that it had to be heard over a mile away. Black fogged rolled over the ground around them, which now was really staring to freak Dean out. “What the hell is going on here guys.” Dean had his gun held close and up to him ready for whatever the fuck was out there. “Stay close guys and be ready.”
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Post by jamey on Sept 20, 2012 21:40:22 GMT -6
----------------------- [/size] -----------------------[/size] When she looked at Sam she could tell something wasn’t right. She couldn’t put her finger on it, and when the car started acting up, she realized quickly that she would have to talk to him about it another time.She looked at Dean and didn’t say a word just eye contact with him was enough for her to tell him that something was up and after all this crap her and Dean needed to have a little chit chat apparently. She then laid a hand on his shoulder for a moment and gave it a squeeze then looked at him “Dean it’s alright we’ll figure it out” She knew that him acting this way was only out of worry, was just his nature. She did the exact same thing when she was in a panic.
She was missing something that was for sure she knew Sam went to Hell, she also knew he came back then got his soul and everything was fine, but by him forgetting things were obviously not fine, she had to protect Sam he was her family she gave her life for him and his brother and she would be damned if she let anything screw with Sam she'd take whatever it was and send it to Hell herself. She was then given her rifle. She looked at Dean and said “Thank you for keeping it, it’s so damn sweet I could kiss you but apparently we have other things to worry about” She then cocked the gun and held it out in front of her then said to her gun “Oh baby how I’ve missed you” She then looked at both of the guys and said “ Alright boys let’s do this”
She then saw the fog about to roll in, then it paused. “Why is it waiting?” She asked no one in particular. She said out loud for whatever the hell this thing was to hear her. “Come on baby let’s see that pretty face” She hated the waiting, she’d rather just fight it so she can figure out what is wrong with her brother Sam and figure out how she felt about Dean. Crap like this always had to happen. What next? More hellhounds? If so..bring it on. -----------------------[/size][/center] |
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Post by samwinchester on Oct 1, 2012 21:37:15 GMT -6
Yep. There they were. Together again. Dean and Jo were never going to leave his side, and there was no reason for him to doubt it. Apparently, even death was not going to keep them apart from each other. There was something relieving in that, something that made him believe that there was always going to be a constant in his life, even if everything else fell apart.
Reaching into the trunk, it was second nature to have his hand close around the stock of the Ithaca M37 shotgun 12-gauge. He checked it over once to make sure it had shells, while scooping out two more to slip into his pocket. Raising it to his eyes to cock and narrow it, he moved towards the rental care, its alarms and lights still screaming and blazing into the night. He approached the car as if it was some sort of wild animal, about to spring. He could feel the trepidation building in his chest, grow colder and deeper every step he took closer. With a speed that would spin a mongoose's head, he dipped into the car, rotated the keys that he had initially left abandoned, and twisted them out of the slot. The car died, it in the strictest of senses, and the woods were quiet again.
Either the animals had all be frightened away... or there was a very good reason for the deathly quiet that fell over their little place in the road.
{ "Sammy..." }
The word called to him, a whisper among the trees. His name. A nickname that very few people had earned the right to call him. While Dean and Jo approached the low riding fog, the inky form waiting on the edge of the woods for them to come to it, it seemed, Sam paused, turning his head towards the whisper, attention no longer focused on the form in the woods, but on the voice that called to him. It was a noise, a certain unforgettable timber, that held him, the cold grasp of knowing clutching around his heart. He didn't even raise his gun. Somehow, he knew what he was going to see even before his eyes laid on it.. on Him.
{ Standing in the middle of the road, His face barely there in the shadows, standing just outside of the reach of the headlights of the stolen rental, His face just so in the moonlight, backlit by darkness, He was there. He was there and he knew what he was looking for. Beholding Him froze Sam to the spot. His was a face that should be here, couldn't be here, yet here He stood. And it was not as if anything had even changed about him. He didn't have the look of a man who suffered, or a creature who had fought its way out of the darkness. No... No... He was smiling. And when Sam saw Him, and saw His victory, Lucifer's smile only widened. An understanding passed between them, and understanding that there was no defeating Him. And He raised a hand to his face, one finger gracing over his lips in the universal sign for secret keeping, and Sam could feel his heart plummet. }
And for the life of him, he could not look away...
Back at the tree line, it was a different story. Obviously spotted, the shadow form of whatever it was became more tentative. It shimmered like heat waves, rounding on the ground, through the leaves and moss that covered the area. It coiled in on itself, like a snake, lazy in its defenses. Slowly, like a fish gently surfacing from deep lake water, it rose into the air, drifting higher and higher, above their heads, just barely, circling like a storm cloud, almost lovely with its movements.
It saw what it wanted... And it snapped with a speed quicker than lightning to get it. Taking the moment of Sam's mental distraction as a welcome invitation, it sped toward the youngest Winchester, snapping through the air with the intensity of a thunder clap. It hit Sam, somewhere where his chest and neck met connectively, and tossed him to the ground. On impact, it seemed to disperse, but that did not stop its force from knocking Sam, flat backed, onto the ground. His body stiffened, as if all of his muscles were tensing at once, his own breath choking him in his lungs. For a moment, it appeared he was having a seizure, muscles suddenly relaxing, before tensing in random places all over again. This went on for some time, air trying to force its way in or out of his lungs, before whatever fit had suddenly grabbed him left.
Sam lie in the middle of the road, his body now slack, arms and legs akimbo, his breath now rising and falling shallowly in his chest. His eyes were closed, though his eyelids his the all white pits that they had become. He laid there... patient... waiting...
Tag: Dean, Jo Count: 833 Notes: Remember that thing that followed Buffy back from Heaven, and started possessing people and just causing mayhem? I thought we could do something similar. Possessed Sam can be an antagonist for some of the scene until Dean and Jo can save the day!
To avoid any confusion, anything that is put in { these brackets } is a hallucination.
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Oct 2, 2012 3:29:05 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - -Dean could tell that Jo was happy to have her gun back, he could just see it by the way her face lit up when he gave it to her. It seemed like her gun way her baby just like the Impala was his, at lest by they way she was talking to the gun made it seem that way. “Hell Yeah we have a job to do! I like your addtued Jo, all right lets gets to it!” Dean said while grabbing his double barrel shotgun, pistol and Ruby’s knife. It was ready to take whatever it was head on, tonight he wasn’t fucking around.
The fog had slowly rolled in and still nothing had showed, he was right there with Jo he was waiting for them to show there face all ready. “Coming on out you son of a bitch, what are you waiting for Christmas!” He yelled in a pissed like tone to his voice. Dean was ready he wanted this kill, he had needed this kill so badly. With everything running threw his mind lately it was just what he needed to take the edge off. He knew that once he killed and laid his bullet into whatever it was he would feel a whole lot better. He slow looked all round him waiting to get the thing in his sights, gun up and ready to take out the son of a bitch.
Suddenly something was there with them, Dean could feel and hear it close but really could see anything that was there with them. He was a bit lost to what was going on, with all the fog that was in the air it was making it even harder for Dean. It was almost like with all of it going on it was making for him to gain focus at all. It seemed as though a cloud of something had form above them. “What the fuck is that?” Dean yelled out in confusion. He looked over still making sure Jo was ok, the last thing he needed was to lose her again to something. Dean would never forgive himself again.
As always Dean looked over making sure his baby brother was safe, the one person he really couldn’t take losing other wise he truly was lost. Dean doesn’t even want to think about a world with out Sam in it again. He rather be dead then try live without him. But then he spoke to soon as his worst nightmare could be coming true at this moment, Dean watched as lightning had stuck Sam hitting right into the chest throwing him to the ground.
He could see him laying there in pain helpless across from him. So Dean stopped whatever he was doing not even thinking about what could still be after them, making sure Sam was ok. He got down on his knees to the ground right next to Sam. “Sammy what’s wrong talk to me, come on man what’s going on with you. Please be ok I cant lose you!” Dean said crying out. It seemed as though Sam was being possessed or something by the way he was acting, which had Dean really lost. He couldn’t understand how Sam could be possessed by anything at all, the tattoos that they had on there chest was suppose to stop all of that from happing? What was going on here? What was going on in these woods?
“Jo are you still ok over there?” He yelled over to Jo who he figured was still trying to fight whatever it was off.
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Post by jamey on Oct 3, 2012 17:49:37 GMT -6
----------------------- [/size] -----------------------[/size] Jo’s senses were in overdrive. She didn’t know if it was because she had been away from the hunting life for so long, or if she was just excuted to be back in the game again. Either way it was a comforting feeling. Until she saw Sam hit the ground that is. It scared her and Dean got worried too by the looks of him. She didn’t know what was going on and it was freaking her out. As Dean was over by his brother, she went closer to the mist and held her gun up high, ready to shoot at whatever decided it wanted out.
Then she turned to see Dean kneeling by his brother, something bad must’ve just happened. She ran as fast as she could to Sam’s side and looked at him “Sam?” She asked.Then she saw whatever it was seeming to leave Sam’s body. She knew she had to act now. Getting no response from Sam right now it looked like he was still out she stood up and then looked at Dean. “Be back in a bit” Then took off running into the mist. “Ok listen up! You quit screwing with them and take whatever issues you have out on me! Come on you know you want to!” She then waited it was quiet. Then a deep laughter could be heard in the mist. She couldn’t tell where it was coming from. She stood there gun held high then a flash came at her and she fired her rifle, sending the thing shrieking back off into the mist. She said “Dean!! Hows our boy? Talk to me!" -----------------------[/size][/center] |
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Post by samwinchester on Oct 6, 2012 1:16:19 GMT -6
"Please, Dean... Make it stop..." "Sam's" muscles stretched and strained, moving in ways that, while they were possible for the human body to conform and strain in, were positions that should not be comfortable. It was almost as if the creature inside of him was trying him on for size, the way a business man tries on suit jackets before having them sent to the tailor. He mouthed a scream, though no sound came out. For all purposes, Sam looked like he was in pain, up until the singular moment when he stopped moving all together. In the lull of the moment, however temporary, he relaxed, rolled his lungs with a deep inhale, and then opened his eyes.
The gig was up, it seemed. Dean at the very least was acting suspicious of Sam. The plan had been to lie still, and wait for someone to come and help their fallen comrade. If one didn't know any better, they resembled Lilith's eyes, the absence of color the stark contrast to the usual black of a full demonic possession. The only difference, the only blessed difference, if it could be seen that way, was they shined more in the method of mother of pearl. The pain no longer retching through his body, Sam's ability to move only got better. He let a grin play over his features, stretching the edges of his mouth in the manner of a Halloween mask. "...It hurts." He was finishing what he was saying before, his pleas to Dean to make whatever was happening to him cease... But his tone held a cold quality that Sam rarely displayed himself, and certainly not without cause.
His own gun still well within reach, Sam grabbed it by the barrel and whipped it around so that it would land, butt to chin, in Dean's face. Even if Dean didn't take the hit, it would put the necessary distance between them when Dean had to out of the way. Any attempt to parry the now bat-type weapon would lead to at least a minor injury. He didn't really care what happened to Dean, just as long as he backed off, and let him stand up.
On his feet now, he took the three steps that were needed to close the distance between himself a Jo. He moved as if he didn't regard the gun as a problem. What were they going to do? Shoot him? And then what would happen to their dear, sweet Sammy? No matter who was driving it, this was still Sam's body, and he was still very capable of bleeding. Using that moment of rushing and the knowledge that the hunters would be unwilling to take him out, his hand closed around Jo's, squeezing hard enough to bruise, but not to break. The thing wearing Sam's face smiled, almost sweetly, if not for the dark intent behind its eyes. Leaning close, almost too close, almost too intimate for what they had now, Sam brought her close, so their bodies were chest to chest, so that his warm breath rolled down her spine. Whispering, slowly, his lips barely touched her cheeks as he spoke into her ear. "Thanks for the ride, cutie."
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Oct 7, 2012 6:30:04 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - -Dean could tell that Jo was even freaking out a bit, this was how she acted when she was scared. She didn’t give up and kept right on fighting, which Dean was like that too. But he just couldn’t leave Sam laying here not knowing what the hell was even wrong with him. It was killing Dean seeing his brother lay here in pain like this, not knowing what was going on or what he could do to help the pain. By the way Sam was moving it was almost like he was fighting something that was inside of him, but Dean didn’t really see anything enter his body. He cried to Dean begging him to make it stop over, over again, even though he didn’t know what to do, but he wasn’t going to tell Sam that he didn’t want him to lose hope, give up or be scared. “Its ok Sammy I’m here, I’m going to help you get through this man!”
Then all the sudden Sam was gabbing his gun, Dean was confused to what he was going to do with it. Then Sam had his gun pointed right into Dean’s face. “What you doing Sam? Get that out of my face, what is wrong with you? Sam its me Dean!” He said screaming in confusion. He quickly got up off the ground backing away from his brother. If Dean was confused on what was going on before, he was even more confused now. He back up walking over near Jo. “Jo I don’t know what is going on but something is really wrong with Sam, he trying to shoot me. What is going on here?” Dean said in confusion.
He didn’t know what to do but if he didn’t do something Sam was going to shoot one of them, or at lest try. But he didn’t want to shoot his brother ether that was the last thing he wanted to happen. Dean just wished he knew what had gotten in to him, this was something that had never happened before. He was still confused to how his tattoo wasn’t stopping any thing, he didn’t get why it wasn’t keeping him safe. He knew that whatever this was had to be one strong son of a bitch. Then Sam had taken hold of Jo, Dean quickly got out his gun now pointing it towards Sam. “Let her go Sammy! Look you don’t want to do this, come man snap out of it!” He said yelling at Sam. He just hoped that he didn’t do anything that he was going to regret later.
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Post by jamey on Oct 12, 2012 8:29:10 GMT -6
----------------------- [/size] -----------------------[/size] First she was shooting, then all of a sudden Sam was right up against her. So close that she could feel his breath on her. In normal circumstances she would take this as a move on her.But this was not one of those times. It reminded her of the time when Sam was possessed and let his true emotions show. Sam in this state was frightening to her. Not because of his stature,it was because he was unpredictable. Now if he wasn’t possessed then something was simply borrowing him for a while, how long though she didn’t know.He then grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. She then noticed that Dean was making her way over to them she looked at him briefly then shook her head no when he raised his gun.
Neither of them would shoot Sam, well so she thought at the moment but truth was if Sam were to try and hurt Dean or if the situation were reversed she would expect the boys to take her out. With one hand gripped in his, and the other at her side, she tried to push him away but he was simply too strong for her. She then looked at Dean and said through gritted teeth, her hand in a lot of pain. “It’s not Sam he just needs some congnitive recalibration in other words Dean..hit him on the head!We'll get whatever is in him out quick just get him off of me!”
She then squirmed trying to get free but it was no use.She then started to talk to the thing that was possessing Sam. “So hot stuff whats the plan here? If you wanted to get this close all you had to do was ask, no need to get rough well not here anyway but seeing as your playing rough I should do the same” She then got close to Sam and headbutted him. It was all she could do right now.
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Notes: Let’s kick his booty back to our old Sammy!
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Post by samwinchester on Oct 15, 2012 22:23:15 GMT -6
Whatever it was that had its hooks in Sam was not something that should be trifled with. It inhabited his body and used him up. When a hand leapt out and gripped Jo around the neck, it did so with a speed and strength that Sam's own muscles and bones could not handle. It cared not for the sanctity or limitations of the human form, only for what it could get out of it. No doubt... No doubt that once this one broke, there would be an exodus, and it would find itself a new host.
Whether or not Dean had his gun raised and pointing at him, "Sam" didn't care. He advanced on him, forcing him to pull his distance away from protecting Jo. "Stop calling me that name, Dean. Let's not fool ourselves. Sammy doesn't live here anymore." Almost as a mock punctuation to his remark, "Sam" turned his face to Dean, his eyes wide, some sort of emotional pain obvious on his face, eyebrows eye, and lips almost pouting in a characteristic look of a Winchester in pain. It was almost apologetic, reminiscent of the face that he had when he died in Dean's arms. The first time... almost ages ago. Instead of the life draining from his eyes, though, as it had done that day, the feeling morphed into something unreal. His expression was mocking, belittling, complete with a twisted smile that looked out of place on the face of any human. It was almost goat like, a sneer and a grin rolled into one. The cherry on top was the vacancy in his eyes...
Done with Dean for a time, he turned, rushing Jo, covering the distance in an easy stride and going to grab her around the neck. "Don't worry, sweet thing," "Sam" said to Jo, using his free hand to run against her cheek, almost intimately. "You brought me through. Thanking you is the very least that I could do." Whatever this thing's idea of "helping" was, it certainly was nothing that was going to be very healthy for Jo. The slightly sexual connotation to it was hard to ignore, though it was interweaved with promises of pain and humiliation.
So distracted was he by the very thought of doing twisted things to the blonde's body, Jo's head connected with his own, hard, stunning him. He stumbled back, releasing his hold on her. For a moment his eyes crossed, and he pinched them shut to recalibrate his sight. Stupid human sight that it was! So limiting! So easily interrupted. They had him now, if they knew how to move... Though the face that they would be looking at resembled Sam Winchester in theory only. And when it opened his eyes again to peer at them, it was neither the calm eyes of Sam, nor the black kohl of a demon, but a different brand of orange and green rolling fire, lacking pupils, lacking irises, but boring a glare at Dean and Jo all the same. Hated. He hated them.
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Oct 18, 2012 5:42:02 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - -Dean didn’t know what to do he was freaking out, he heart was beating a mile a minute and he just felt like he couldn’t breath. Dean was in shock he didn’t know what to do, his brother wasn’t himself and he was about to kill someone that was dear to him. This was something he couldn't go through again Dean couldn’t watch her die again, especially by the hand of his own brother. This was all to much for him to the point the didn’t know what to do he was stuck. He couldn’t attack Sam and take the chance of hurting him, but at the same time he couldn’t let Jo get hurt. The odds for him right now were not in his favor.
Jo begin to scream at Dean telling him that it wasn’t Sam, which he pretty much was all ready was sure of. The last time he did anything like this to her was when he wasn’t himself, he was taken over by the Demon meg herself. Poor Jo why did this all have to happens to her, just coming back from the dead none the less. But that’s there luck. She yelled to Dean telling him to hit Sam in the head, not really something he wanted to do. But it might have to be done to stop him, but then again Dean wanted to at lest try and knock some sense into. He wasn’t going to give up on him just yet.
He started to yell at Dean trying to make him want to do something to him, hurting Dean with his words or at lest he was trying. “Yeah I am going to keep calling you that, because I don’t care what you say! Sam is still in there somewhere and I’m not giving up on him just yet! I cant Sammy you are my Brother! You wouldn’t give up on me” Dean yelled hoping that deep down somewhere in there he heard him. He knew that deep down in there some where he was still trying to come out.
Dean was shock to what he was seeing, Sam eyes were in away that he had never seen before. He knew that something some how had gotten deep with in him, so Dean decided to do what they usually do to a demon. He was going to try and exercise it from Sam the best way they know how, he didn’t know if it was going to work but for him he was taking that chance. He begin to speak in Latin hoping maybe he could pull out whatever was in Sam. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.” He stopped for a moment wondering if it was even working, seeing if it was even reaching him. But he wasn’t going to give up just yet. “Ergo, draco maledicte.Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire,
te rogamus, audi nos."
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