The Song Remains the Same

A Sam Winchester Independent RP Blog.

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"Oh, yeah, I saw that on the news."  Cheryl’s face became serious.  "My neighbor was one of them.  I, uh…"  She looked a bit nervous.  "I might have seen something, but…but you wouldn’t believe me."

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Sam noted the sudden change in her behavior and took it as a sign he'd finally found his ticket to an answer, or at least the beginning of one. He had been completely at a loss.... The hunter  leaned forward slightly, trying to meet the woman's eyes in a comforting way. "You'd be surprised what I believe. Why don't you give it a shot? Anything will be a help."

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"Did I stutter, poacher boy?" She snapped, running an anxious hand through her hair with a huff. When that failed to calm her down she began to pace, needing some outlet for all the energy that suddenly welled up at the new discovery. Hunters were bad news for her - extremely bad news. 

She rolled her eyes. “Every medium is different. It’s not really a cookie cutter sort of gift. But yeah, I can contact the dead and if I do it right I can help them cross over,” she explained and frowned when she realized that made it sound like she had some sort of gift in that area. All she really did was have nice long talks with ghosts until they decided to go on to whatever the next life held.

"Look, I get that hunters don’t know how the afterlife really works. Burn the bones send them off, but you don’t have to do that and it saves you and them pain. Vengeful spirits, not all, but some of them - they can be reasoned with and if you can find the itch they keep trying to scratch then a good majority will cross over by themselves. Look, people don’t go up after you burn bones if they still have something keeping them there. They go to-" she waved her hand around in some vague description of another place that was decidedly not in their world.

"I don’t know how to explain it, but think of nowhere every lost soul who just gets shoved aside that’s where they go. And sometimes when they get out they’re even worse. They decide to go? Well then they go and no one’s worse for it. Get it?"

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Poacher?? Sam raised his eyebrows, shocked to say the least. He was hard pressed to remember a time he'd felt so attacked by someone he'd supposedly saved... Although from the way she was going on, it was extremely obvious she'd never needed him in the first place. When she mentioned the afterlife though, she had his attention.

For a long time, hell even as a kid, Sam had wondered how what they did to the remains of spirits affected where they went or what happened to them. Honestly (if he even could be honest to himself anymore) the hunter had a sinking feeling that they were just destroying them altogether.... and that haunted him occasionally. Half the time it wasn't the ghosts' fault it wasn't moving on, and Sam had always kind of hoped for and dreaded a better answer. 

Sam nodded, and looked around. Dean wouldn't approve of the method but.... he couldn't see the harm in giving it a shot. Anything was better than damning innocent souls to nothingness. "Can you... Did I mess it up then? Can you still talk to it?"

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"Not a werewolf at all?" Juliet asked, her voice wavering a bit. She couldn’t take on a werewolf as it was. She wouldn’t fare well against any super wolf creature.

She nodded and stood, ready to go.

"We should be able to just go out the front door." She said. "Do you think there’s anything else still out there?"

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Sam didn't answer at first, instead making his way down the flights of stairs and waving for Juliet to follow. Once they were out on the street again (this time in front of the building) the hunter paused and put his good arm out to stop her, listening. After several seconds, nothing of significance caught his attention and somehow that made him even more nervous. 

The creature was not dead and it had most certainly been in a lot of pain. If they were to assume this was something more animal like, there was no way this "werewolf" would have left without causing some sort of disturbance somewhere. Sam recalled even the loudness in the alley.... How had that not caught anyone's attention?

"...Do you hear anything?" he asked, already knowing the answer. He turned to look at her with brow furrowed. 

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Resurfacing

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Ruby’s phone buzzed again and she quickly read the messages. She bit her bottom lip, knowing it wouldn’t be easy for Sam to get out without Dean’s knowledge. She could leave the motel, even though it was risky. Maybe meet him somewhere they wouldn’t think to look for her? She’d have pretty decent luck for the past few weeks, only one demon run-in and luckily they’d sent a low level nobody to try to catch her on a bad night. 

Pursing her lips together, twitching them side to side, she typed back a reply.

[text:] How about the playground behind your motel?

[text:] I know it’s kind of open but you won’t have to steal Dean’s car.

[text:] Can be as quick as you want, just let me know when and I’ll pop down there.

Ruby closed the phone and huffed out a sigh. Would she be able to make Sam see that she wasn’t the same demon she used to be? She didn’t have any ulterior motives this time. She’d been banned from Hell after the younger Winchester defeated Lucifer in his own vessel. All her hard work had been for naught. She no longer had anyone o serve. No one wanted her in their army. It would take a lot to convince Sam of that, but she’d do her best .

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Sam fidgeted with his phone, typing out several things and erasing them before finally settling on something far from what he wanted to say. It seemed so hard to find the right words... It'd been a long time since he'd spoken to Ruby, and well, a long time since she'd betrayed him. Too many times now in even the short span of just texting the demon, Sam had had to catch himself from falling right back into old habits with her.

[text:] Yeah, can do that.

He would have to tread extremely carefully, he knew, if he wanted to stay in control of the situation. It was a thin line... And Ruby knew it too. Still Sam couldn't stop himself from feeling a little bit excited. 

[text:] An hour.

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She returned with two tall glasses of water, each with a lemon slice.  ”I hope it isn’t anything I’ve done wrong, Mr. Dante,” she said, handing him a glass.  ”I try to pay my taxes on time and as far as I know I’ve never been involved in any espionage or mob activity.”  She sat down next to him on the sofa, folding her hands primly.  ”Um…so what can I help you with…?”

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"Thanks," Sam said, taking a sip from the glass before placing it gently on the table in front of him. The lemon was a welcome surprise... Not everyone the hunter had visited that morning had been anywhere near as welcoming or polite.

"No, no, nothing like that. There's just been a series of disappearances in the area, and I'm visiting all the houses around here. In case someone saw something."

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"Oh!  Uh….sure."  Cheryl held the door open so the "detective" could enter her home.  "Have a seat on the couch, there.  You want a drink?  I have sodas and water and orange juice…?"

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Sam sat as bidden, unbuttoning his suit jacket and pulling out a small notebook from the inside pocket. "Oh uh, thanks, water's fine." It always made him somewhat uncomfortable to accept hospitality from the people he lied to... He busied himself with his notes until Cheryl came back.

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"Sam is that you?"

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"...Anna? How...?"

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"Sam! I’m back!"

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"Charlie?? Is that really you?"

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"M-more complicated how?" Stormy inquires, worry appearing vividly as she leans in a bit. His words were cause for concern, clearly, "C-Can I help somehow?"

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Sam sighed. "No, you have enough to worry about yourself. Besides I don't think anyone can help now, sort of signed away my right to complain anyway."

He took a drink and tried to smile. "Nicer topics?"

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"Oh, this is gonna be rich." she hummed, pushing her hood back so she looked a little more normal. Her hair was in a long dark braid that didn’t seem to be doing much for it’s cause because black curls were flicking up from it and her bangs were getting in her face. She untied the scarf almost with a sense of irritation, she had an almost normal face, high cheek bones and a soft chin. She would have been completely pretty if you could overlook the long scar that cut down from her temple, through the corner of her left eye and disappeared beneath her jaw.

She was studying him thoughtfully, her breath leaving her nose in a sigh as her gaze flickered down the ax in her hand. She turned away from him and moved to wind her arm back enough to bury it into the ground with a sharp thud, the sharp edge looking silver in the moonlight. She turned back to him and folded her arms over her chest. “I don’t dress up like a moron late at night to be stopped on the job by some puppy eyed pretty boy who seems to know how my little visit was gonna go but okay, okay. I’m a sport.” she held her hands up innocently. “I’m so much of a sport that I’ll even buy into this for a second, alright?”

She smiled brightly and she pressed a dramatic hand to her heart. “My name is Violet Lauren Rosery and I’m assuming you’re a hunter because otherwise you probably wouldn’t have bothered trying to save me from a vampire nest that I can definitely handle. Now, I assume you’ve got a name and I’d like to know what it is, so if I start yelling at you at any point I can address you correctly.” she said brightly. “Because I also assume,” she ripped the ax free from the ground again. “That you’re going to help me and if you’re not— then you can go on home and I’ll handle it myself. Vampires are mundane, boring even. My old partner was a vampire, dy’a know how annoying that is?”

She couldn’t help chattering allot, she liked to talk. She barely waited for responses most of the time. “He fell in love with me, made everything all awkward, so I had to start flying solo and it turns out I’m allot more brutal on my own. And I get to wear this dumb costume because well- because I like it. And that’s really about it.” she heaved a long dramatic sigh. “So, name? Anybody I might know of? I’m never all friendly friendly with hunters but I’ve heard’a few. Like, names mostly. You one’a the bigwigs? Should I be intimidated that I greeted you by telling you to hit the road? Cause’ I’m not.”

She scowled at him and she heaved the ax over her shoulder. “And don’t go telling me you don’t have anything on you because I will run into that factory guns a’blazing.”

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Sam tried to interject at several points but was forced to hold his tongue each time she mowed him over. He sighed through his nose in defeat, pushing his hands into his pockets and waiting. He supposed he couldn't blame her for wanting to take control of the situation.... he'd be kind of angry and displaced too if some random hunter came to bust in on one of his marks. It was off putting to even think that other hunters existed in the first place. But Sam had always been someone that wanted to hear all the facts and from every side. It was hard for him to understand someone so obviously headstrong. Even Dean perplexed him sometimes.

Sam cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably when she'd finally finished, the words he'd prepared suddenly lost. Maybe it was her 'in your face' approach....But he also had a hunch it was the dilemma he'd been forced to debate since that afternoon.

Having rushed to the scene of the would-be crime so quickly had blinded him to an even more urgent problem. She was a hunter and his visions made him something to be hunted. How could Sam tell this woman that he'd 'seen' her less than favorable outcome that night in a dream and he'd come to help her make it not come true? A normal person would laugh in his face. A good hunter would at the very least be wary. A better hunter would take advantage of the proximity and kill two birds with one stone. He might chase her into the arms of her fate anyway, if that were the case.

So if Sam couldn't tell the truth, what could he say instead?

"Sam. Sam Winchester," he said, unwilling to let anymore silence pass. "And yeah, I'm a hunter too... but uh, wouldn't really say I was anyone special, so don't feel obligated to blow off feeling bad on account of me." Sam pulled his jacket out, his pistol and a few other insolary weapons hidden underneath and nodded.

"I am armed, but I was more hoping to talk you out of doing this in the first place."

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Brooke watched the scene while carefully and quickly moving behind a shelf. She honestly doubted what was happening was’t because of her and if whatever was here was looking for her there was little chance she’d get away and she didn’t like that.

she turned to Sam as he spoke. “You better hope not, for both our sakes, considering my friends list is almost nonexistent. She could really only think of two or three friends she did have, and they weren’t angels, which is exactly what this was beginning to look like. 

But, Brooke couldn’t understand the holy wrath thing? They would be just as powerful and a lot less annoying in a vessel if the were an angel. She should be able to sense it, but her power was still regaining after using it to shield her.

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The brightness began to fade, slowly but surely, and Sam realized that he was holding his breath. Calm down. He puffed it out and chanced another peek around the corner of the shelf, catching sight of a few gathering figures through the broken windows. The people from inside the store began to stir and file out as well, a crowd gathering around something outside. Sam glanced over at the angel, his expression a mixture of apprehension and accusation.

"Guess we should go check it out," he said, lifting himself from his crouch and brushing stray shrapnel from his clothing. The hunter didn't wait for Brooke to respond before making his way towards the front.