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enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-08-11 04:23 pm
enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-08-11 04:23 pm
[OTC] Manipulation
[Relevant to THIS. Sam = ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
likely_evil, Dean = jstliketherifle.]
Just because she was a demon now, didn’t make her Sam Winchester’s bitch.
Sam was living beyond his means if he thought he could just control whomever he pleased. There were many things she didn’t like about this new Sam and how he was operating, but the way he looked down his nose at those whom he wanted to work for him? Not right—at least not by her standards. And while she was willing to pull a job for him every once in a while, she wasn’t some minion that he could order around. If anything she expected at least to be treated like an equal, even if she knew she wasn’t thought of as one.
That was probably why she’d acted when she did. The opportunity was just too perfect. If she wanted to stick it to Sam, she had to do it when he was vulnerable, and with his brother on the other end of the line, it was quite easy to hit him where it hurt most. Despite the fact that the bridges had been burned between the two brothers long ago, they were still each other’s weakness. It was so easy to see, even when one brother isn’t even in the room, just the reaction that Sam had concerning what she had and hadn’t told Dean was enough to prove that point. And when she finally moved to act, it was like lining up chess pieces in a row, waiting for the right opportunity to take the queen, knock out the bishops, and checkmate his king.
She could see him losing his cool, the cracks in the cold façade that he worked so hard to project, but if anything the brothers were just as easy had they had been thirteen years ago, possibly now even more so now that they had been forced apart. And that was a dynamic that was always interesting to play. Even if it got her shot.
Even if Sam ever did get around to actually killing her, at least she would have the last laugh.
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likely_evil, Dean = jstliketherifle.]Just because she was a demon now, didn’t make her Sam Winchester’s bitch.
Sam was living beyond his means if he thought he could just control whomever he pleased. There were many things she didn’t like about this new Sam and how he was operating, but the way he looked down his nose at those whom he wanted to work for him? Not right—at least not by her standards. And while she was willing to pull a job for him every once in a while, she wasn’t some minion that he could order around. If anything she expected at least to be treated like an equal, even if she knew she wasn’t thought of as one.
That was probably why she’d acted when she did. The opportunity was just too perfect. If she wanted to stick it to Sam, she had to do it when he was vulnerable, and with his brother on the other end of the line, it was quite easy to hit him where it hurt most. Despite the fact that the bridges had been burned between the two brothers long ago, they were still each other’s weakness. It was so easy to see, even when one brother isn’t even in the room, just the reaction that Sam had concerning what she had and hadn’t told Dean was enough to prove that point. And when she finally moved to act, it was like lining up chess pieces in a row, waiting for the right opportunity to take the queen, knock out the bishops, and checkmate his king.
She could see him losing his cool, the cracks in the cold façade that he worked so hard to project, but if anything the brothers were just as easy had they had been thirteen years ago, possibly now even more so now that they had been forced apart. And that was a dynamic that was always interesting to play. Even if it got her shot.
Even if Sam ever did get around to actually killing her, at least she would have the last laugh.
345 words