lilith

We are born not of flesh carved from the visage of mother and father, We are born of nebulae, of a symphony in the snow and the seeking of knowledge we never acquire. We are birthed for good. We are grown in evil.

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A different kind of innocence | Sam and Lilith

--Scene: EXT-- Dusk -- Park & playing fields, Sioux Falls. --A young man sitting on a park bench near the deserted playground, flipping through a notebook. Swings creak lazily in the breeze as street lamps flick on. He pulls his jacket a little tighter against the cold air and continues to read...

          He’d just needed some space.  A place to try to clear his head and think — without Bear snuffling around, Dean’s constant avoidance of the hound, and his seemingly unending bickering with Meg.  This time the argument had been about what to watch on TV — something mundane — something ‘normal’, but between the two of them, both stubborn to a fault, there’d probably be bloodshed by the time he got back.  No, he didn’t think they’d actually kill each other — yes, he might have some patching up to do.

          It had also gotten to the point where he was almost drowning in notes.  Scribbled bits and pieces, random thoughts, things collected from a thousand resources or more — and none of them made any sense.  The whole deal with Purgatory was just boiling Sam’s brain to a little over ‘well done’ and there didn’t seem to be any answers anywhere.  Or at least, nothing he’d been able to pin down just yet.  And with the recent influx of creatures into Sioux Falls, it was a case of holding their heads above water and paddling frantically — at least until that tide became overwhelming — and then… Who knew?

          So it was a case of work fast, work smart, and try to piece things together as soon as possible — which would be easier if any of this made even the vaguest hint of sense…

          …As far as he knew, the angels weren’t linked to purgatory, but that didn’t mean they were clueless about it.  Something that was — for all intents — immortal — would surely have picked up some kind of knowledge along the way, right?  Though Cas had said there was nothing on ‘angel-radio’ (and as his friend, Sam was inclined to believe him) - so this wasn’t a ‘celestial’ problem, but something for everyone here, with their feet in the dirt.  Meaning people… The people he was supposed to be protecting.

          Another flip of a page and the old journal he’d been writing in shook loose the last one he’d been reading — Sam’s eyes flicking up as it caught the breeze and sailed away, settling on the dull path that ringed the playground.  Not something that was any cause for alarm — the ramblings of a crazy person or some kind of freaky religious zealot to most… None the less… He pushed up from the bench to go and retrieve the page…

[demonqueenlilith]

Lilith had been watching.

She could see his profile in between the trees that lined the playground as she stalked back and forth.  He was hunched over a book that looked almost as old as she was, his eyes glued to the yellowing pages. A snake-like smile stretched across her face. The hunter was being hunted.

She could have killed him. If she'd tried, she could have ripped his pretty little throat out and strung him up from the ceiling like an ornament. She would have made him suffer. But she knew that what had already happened was a bigger pain in his gut than a knife would ever be. He has to live the rest of his life knowing that he made a mistake that almost brought death and destruction to the entire human race. That he was nothing more than Lucifer's toy. That even though Ruby spurred him on, every decision he made, he made himself.

Sam.

The winds whispered as they blew around the playground, rustling leaves and pushing invisible children on creaking swing. Footprints formed parallel lines behind her as she advanced, a pale ghost in a stark white dress. It was time to pay a little visit.

He wouldn't recognize her in her brand-spankin-new meat suit - he was hardly that in touch. Still, it could be quite...enjoyable. She hadn't seen him in so long. Wasn't a reunion in order?

She walked towards his back, not making a single sound that would alert him to another person's presence. Ten steps...eleven... She was almost to the bench. And then she paused. She watched Sam rise from the bench, chasing after a loose piece of paper that had escaped the binding. She stayed still as he moved away, only moving again when he was distracted enough that she could take a seat undetected. She laced her fingers, slender hands dropping to her lap. A thin lipped smile crossed her face.

"What are you reading?"

Abruptly, she broke the silence. Your move.

[demonqueenlilith]

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[demonqueenlilith]

Motel Hell | Lilith & Jesse & Claire

There was just something about finding the right meat suit. Lilith had always had a preference- young, blonde, small. It was more fun when her outside was stark contrast to what was within. Her own body had been stolen long ago. It was only fair that she took one back. So what if she had to displace the original owner? Not even displace, really. She was still in there somewhere. But Lilith didn’t care to look. The body was simply a trivial necessity. She already the brains, the skills, the abilities; all the qualities of a ruler.

Lilith was untouchable.

Lilith was all powerful.

Lilith was an undending evil.

The last time she had interfered with the world of man she had caused the breaking of the 66 seals and sacrificed herself so poor boy Winchester could jump start the apocalypse. She was the best. She was the queen. Everyone knew it - Lucifer knew it. Why else would he bring her back? Lilith’s work was not yet done. Lucifer was awake, and together, they would watch earth and heaven burn.

Lilith would destroy the world.

The velvety dark of the night sky was diminished by the flickering glow of the street lamps that were scattered across the motel parking lot. She had a special plan for her first night back topside.

Jesse Turner. Demon. Human. Freak. the only one of his king. One little demon had worked to her last breath to create him. But now, he was trying to hide his power from his family. And Lilith just couldn’t stand for that. Demons were never a challenge for Lilith, but Jesse was a little different. He was the anti Christ child, and more powerful for it. Jesse could compete with the best of them. He could exorcize demons with the flick of the wrist, disappear without notice, shield himself from the watchful eye of demons and angels alike - but he couldn’t shield his friends.

The door flew open with such a force that it crashed into the neighboring wall, startling the homely looking lady at the front desk right out of her seat. Lilith glided forwards into the fluorescent lighting of the office. The woman’s hand flew to her heart, and she smiled, relieved.

"Oh sugar, you scared me! Now, what are you doin’ here? Are you lost? Where are your mommy and daddy?" Lilith didn’t respond. She continued to move forward until she could reach the counter, but as she reached for a folder from the file rack, the lady snatched it away.

"What do you think you’re doing? These are for adult eyes only, honey." Lilith’s eyes flickered upwards, meeting the woman’s gaze for the first time. She smiled sweetly, enjoying the fear and confusion on the woman’s face as her eyes melted to a shade of milky white.

"Wha-" She couldn’t edge in a word before Lilith lifted a hand, turning it to the right in a jerking motion, snapping her neck with the blasé ease of writing her name. The body fell to a heap on the floor, papers from the file dropping all around her. Lilith bent down, glancing over them all until she saw one that caught her eye. A group of three in two separate rooms. All paid with one card. She dropped the papers, turning and leaving the room as smoothly as she had entered.

The next door she approached, she wasn’t so quick to blast open. Humans were fools. So were many creatures. But they were fools with powers, and although Lilith had nothing less than complete confidence in herself, it never hurt to go the extra mile when there was a prize on the line.

She silently pushed the door open, slipping into the room. Everything was as she expected. Few possessions scattered about, the the visible outline of one body in the bed. She advanced to the right of the room, stopping in front of a set of crudely upholstered arm chairs adjacent to the bed. Then, she etched a specific design to the floor right In front of her, staying careful not to cross it. She wasn’t the one who needed to get stuck. Perching regally on the edge of the chair, she set her sights on the lump in the bed. Fingers inching across the night table, she found the vase. Never averting her gaze, she pushed it to the edge of the table. With a crash, it shattered onto the linoleum. Time to wake up.

[halfdemonturner]

Jesse had been in a deep sleep, though not exactly a restful one. The nightmare he was having had by this point become recurring enough that it was etched into his brain while he was awake.

The nightmare usually involved a man with long hair and a white suit. He looked familiar, though Jesse could never quite place him. He would bow to the man, then turn around to see Ben and Claire, firmly held by demons. Unarmed. Helpless. Ben would be the first to go, his neck snapped like a twig. White, small hands would trail across Claire’s face as she looked on in terror. Then the begging would start. The pleading. It would be silenced with a knife shoved down her throat. Blood, everywhere.

The worst parts of these dreams? It was never the demons committing the murders. It wasn’t the suited man. It was Jesse, and he knew it.

His dream was thankfully cut just before he killed Ben, brought to a startling halt as he awoke at the sound of ceramic breaking on the floor. He rolled out of bed with a shout. His head hit the floor painfully, and he groaned as his sleep faded from his eyes. This was when he noticed he ad fallen straight into a Devil’s Trap that hadn’t been there when he went to sleep.

He turned over onto his back, now seeing a little blonde girl standing over him. Shit. Someone else who wanted him dead. He reached into his pocket slowly, finding his phone to send an alert to Ben and Claire.

"Let me guess. Angel?" he asked flatly, trying to keep her distracted while whoever he was calling got their stuff together.

[ameliasusan]

Though she had been sleeping soundly, the last few years had turned Claire into a light sleeper. When she was a kid, her parents used to joke that she could sleep through anything - loud movies, smoke alarms, storms, none of it ever seemed to disturb her sleep. The life she’d had to live since becoming Castiel’s vessel, however, had forced her to remain on her toes regardless of time; sleeping was when people were at their most vulnerable, if something got in and you didn’t wake up ready, you were dead. Now the slightest disturbance woke her, like the thump coming from Jesse’s room, connected to the one she and Ben shared.

She sat up, glancing over at Ben’s empty bed; he must have crashed at Lisa’s again. On the little table between the beds, her phone’s screen lit up, the vibration making it dance across the table. Claire rolled onto her stomach and grabbed it, shoving her tangled hair out of her face as she slid her thumb across the bottom of the screen.

"Jesse?"

"Let me guess. Angel?"

He wasn’t alone. Someone was in the room with him. In an instant, Claire was out of bed. Her too large t-shirt slid down one of her shoulders as she reached under her pillow for a knife. She tugged it up again impatiently, tiptoeing across the room toward the adjoining door, the phone still pressed to her ear. One of the lingering effects of being Castiel’s vessel was that she could sense the presence of other angels, tell when they were close by; she couldn’t feel anything now. No lingering tug that drew her toward the other’s presence like a moth to a flame. Whatever was with him, it wasn’t an angel. “Don’t freak out, Jesse, but I’m pretty sure that’s no angel,” she whispered into the phone, “I’m coming, it’ll be okay.”

[demonqueenlilith]

Lilith grinned, her teeth glinting as the light of a passing car ran shadows over her face. She lived for this. Holding the little guy under her thumb like a bug; it was all up to her whether she let him loose or squashed him like a grape. Exploiting weaknesses was her strength. People never hid their soft spots as well as they thought. “That’s sweet Jesse, but pet names really aren’t necessary.”

Lilith crossed her legs at the ankles, looking in her flowing frock like a little girl all ready for church in her Sunday best. “I’m so glad we’re finally meeting face to face. You’ve made it very trying to get a hold of you. Luckily your friends were able to help me out.”

She frowned as her eyes drifted down to his hand fidgeting in his pocket. Casually flicking her hand to the side, she turned her gaze back to Jesse as the phone skidded across the floor. “Now that’s just rude. Hasn’t anyone ever told you to pay attention when someone is talking to you?” Her lips spread into a snake-like smile, her eyes taunting. “Don’t look so angry. I just want to talk. How have you been, hmm? Tell me about yourself.”

[sridevi]

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[demonqueenlilith]

Motel Hell | Lilith & Jesse & Claire

There was just something about finding the right meat suit. Lilith had always had a preference- young, blonde, small. It was more fun when her outside was stark contrast to what was within. Her own body had been stolen long ago. It was only fair that she took one back. So what if she had to displace the original owner? Not even displace, really. She was still in there somewhere. But Lilith didn’t care to look. The body was simply a trivial necessity. She already the brains, the skills, the abilities; all the qualities of a ruler.

Lilith was untouchable.

Lilith was all powerful.

Lilith was an undending evil.

The last time she had interfered with the world of man she had caused the breaking of the 66 seals and sacrificed herself so poor boy Winchester could jump start the apocalypse. She was the best. She was the queen. Everyone knew it - Lucifer knew it. Why else would he bring her back? Lilith’s work was not yet done. Lucifer was awake, and together, they would watch earth and heaven burn.

Lilith would destroy the world.

The velvety dark of the night sky was diminished by the flickering glow of the street lamps that were scattered across the motel parking lot. She had a special plan for her first night back topside.

Jesse Turner. Demon. Human. Freak. the only one of his king. One little demon had worked to her last breath to create him. But now, he was trying to hide his power from his family. And Lilith just couldn’t stand for that. Demons were never a challenge for Lilith, but Jesse was a little different. He was the anti Christ child, and more powerful for it. Jesse could compete with the best of them. He could exorcize demons with the flick of the wrist, disappear without notice, shield himself from the watchful eye of demons and angels alike - but he couldn’t shield his friends.

The door flew open with such a force that it crashed into the neighboring wall, startling the homely looking lady at the front desk right out of her seat. Lilith glided forwards into the fluorescent lighting of the office. The woman’s hand flew to her heart, and she smiled, relieved.

"Oh sugar, you scared me! Now, what are you doin’ here? Are you lost? Where are your mommy and daddy?" Lilith didn’t respond. She continued to move forward until she could reach the counter, but as she reached for a folder from the file rack, the lady snatched it away.

"What do you think you’re doing? These are for adult eyes only, honey." Lilith’s eyes flickered upwards, meeting the woman’s gaze for the first time. She smiled sweetly, enjoying the fear and confusion on the woman’s face as her eyes melted to a shade of milky white.

"Wha-" She couldn’t edge in a word before Lilith lifted a hand, turning it to the right in a jerking motion, snapping her neck with the blasé ease of writing her name. The body fell to a heap on the floor, papers from the file dropping all around her. Lilith bent down, glancing over them all until she saw one that caught her eye. A group of three in two separate rooms. All paid with one card. She dropped the papers, turning and leaving the room as smoothly as she had entered.

The next door she approached, she wasn’t so quick to blast open. Humans were fools. So were many creatures. But they were fools with powers, and although Lilith had nothing less than complete confidence in herself, it never hurt to go the extra mile when there was a prize on the line.

She silently pushed the door open, slipping into the room. Everything was as she expected. Few possessions scattered about, the the visible outline of one body in the bed. She advanced to the right of the room, stopping in front of a set of crudely upholstered arm chairs adjacent to the bed. Then, she etched a specific design to the floor right In front of her, staying careful not to cross it. She wasn’t the one who needed to get stuck. Perching regally on the edge of the chair, she set her sights on the lump in the bed. Fingers inching across the night table, she found the vase. Never averting her gaze, she pushed it to the edge of the table. With a crash, it shattered onto the linoleum. Time to wake up.

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