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enjoythe_ride) wrote2009-03-20 05:26 pm
enjoythe_ride) wrote2009-03-20 05:26 pm
[OTC] Pandora's box
[Not binding on any other canon character. Somewhat related to THIS. Completely and totally AU, but some spoilery stuff for S4.]
Her skin was screaming. He could feel Sam’s mental pull around her, twisting her soul around as she was pinned to the wall, and she tried her best not to scream from the pain. This wasn’t the first time she’d been tortured to this brink of pain, but the manner with which he was trying was a very new experience. It twisted her insides around and made her want to just cry out and give in, but she was too good for that now. She knew that that was what the torturers get off on. She wasn’t going to give Sam Winchester what he wanted. Not now. She was made of stronger stuff than that.
After all—what would his brother think?
When she felt Sam give a bit, releasing the chokehold he had on her to let her talk, she laughed. This was almost as fun as when Dean did it, because Sam didn’t get off on it the way Dean did. Sam thought he was helping people doing this, but she could see the darkness in him—the need and addiction. Her tongue swiped out, catching the coppery taste of blood in the corner of her mouth. She watched Sam’s eyes follow it, and she grinned.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want some?”
That managed to get her a sneer. His face contorted and he moved closer, leaning in so that his hands were resting over hers, and that his face was even with hers. “Tell me who you’re working for.”
Bela smirked again, before leaning in close and nodding her nose up so that she was almost kiss him. “No,” she whispered against his lips, brushing against them just enough that it could have been considered a kiss, but not quite. She then looked up at him with bedroom eyes. “But I bet his having fun with your little demon friend. He really does love to make girls scream.” She felt his fingers tighten around her, and her grin widened. “That’s it, Sammy boy. Get angry.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Twenty years and still so testy,” she said with a smirk. She could see the rage radiating across Sam’s face, and she grinned, long and cat-like. This was the kind of rise she wanted to see. There was that Winchester rage. “You know, you catch more flies with honey, usually.”
“Tell me who he is.”
“Why? So you can run off and zap him to death. You know, that really won’t help Ruby’s case any.”
“Oh, Ruby’s going to find him,” Sam said with a smug smirk. “And Ruby’s probably going to kill him. Then the little reign of terror you two are running? It’s done.”
“Really? Come now, Sam, you must know me better than that. It takes more than a shiny little poker to keep us down.”
“You’re a demon. I don’t know you at all.”
“Oh, sweetie—you do. Rather intimately in fact,” she moved her foot slightly, letting it brush up against the side of his leg. “You’re one of the few memories they actually let me keep.”
“Well—aren’t I special?” Sam responded, jerking away from her and pacing back to the edge of the Devil’s trap. She watched him, watched the curiosity build under the skin and bubble to the surface. “Who are you?”
“I’ve had many names,” she teased, using a line she knows that Meg used on Dean once upon a time. “But when I was alive—you knew me as ‘Bela.’” She watched as recognition flashed across his face, and the smile continued to stretch across hers. She knew that Sam was flashing back through the memories of right before his brother died, the pain he had gone through and the things he had lost before finding Ruby again.
“Bela?” he frowned, his face softening just enough for her to see the boy behind it. “What happened to you?”
At that, she balked, eyes blackening with rage as she lunged at him, reaching out for some kind of power to throw something at him for asking such a hideous question. “What happened to me? I went to Hell, Sam. This is what people become.”
Sam’s face hardened again, before his phone went off in the corner. She settled back against the seat, watching him as he made his way over to pick up the phone. It was a quiet conversation, but when Sam turned around again, his eyes cold. His hand came out quickly and she felt the psychic grip on her throat again, holding her in place. She kept her face calm, knowing that there was only one thing that could provoke that kind of response.
“That must have been my dear little friend, wasn’t it?” she smirked. “Are you going to kill me now?”
“No,” Sam sighed. “I’m not going to kill you. But I am going to send you right back where you belong.”
She felt him starting to pull her up and out of the body and she sighed, holding on long enough to give him a cold even look. “So sentimental, Sam. That’s only going to get you into trouble with what’s coming.”
“Go back to Hell, Bela,” Sam spat back, before yanking her out and sending her right back down to Hell again.
Dean was not going to be pleased.
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Her skin was screaming. He could feel Sam’s mental pull around her, twisting her soul around as she was pinned to the wall, and she tried her best not to scream from the pain. This wasn’t the first time she’d been tortured to this brink of pain, but the manner with which he was trying was a very new experience. It twisted her insides around and made her want to just cry out and give in, but she was too good for that now. She knew that that was what the torturers get off on. She wasn’t going to give Sam Winchester what he wanted. Not now. She was made of stronger stuff than that.
After all—what would his brother think?
When she felt Sam give a bit, releasing the chokehold he had on her to let her talk, she laughed. This was almost as fun as when Dean did it, because Sam didn’t get off on it the way Dean did. Sam thought he was helping people doing this, but she could see the darkness in him—the need and addiction. Her tongue swiped out, catching the coppery taste of blood in the corner of her mouth. She watched Sam’s eyes follow it, and she grinned.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want some?”
That managed to get her a sneer. His face contorted and he moved closer, leaning in so that his hands were resting over hers, and that his face was even with hers. “Tell me who you’re working for.”
Bela smirked again, before leaning in close and nodding her nose up so that she was almost kiss him. “No,” she whispered against his lips, brushing against them just enough that it could have been considered a kiss, but not quite. She then looked up at him with bedroom eyes. “But I bet his having fun with your little demon friend. He really does love to make girls scream.” She felt his fingers tighten around her, and her grin widened. “That’s it, Sammy boy. Get angry.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Twenty years and still so testy,” she said with a smirk. She could see the rage radiating across Sam’s face, and she grinned, long and cat-like. This was the kind of rise she wanted to see. There was that Winchester rage. “You know, you catch more flies with honey, usually.”
“Tell me who he is.”
“Why? So you can run off and zap him to death. You know, that really won’t help Ruby’s case any.”
“Oh, Ruby’s going to find him,” Sam said with a smug smirk. “And Ruby’s probably going to kill him. Then the little reign of terror you two are running? It’s done.”
“Really? Come now, Sam, you must know me better than that. It takes more than a shiny little poker to keep us down.”
“You’re a demon. I don’t know you at all.”
“Oh, sweetie—you do. Rather intimately in fact,” she moved her foot slightly, letting it brush up against the side of his leg. “You’re one of the few memories they actually let me keep.”
“Well—aren’t I special?” Sam responded, jerking away from her and pacing back to the edge of the Devil’s trap. She watched him, watched the curiosity build under the skin and bubble to the surface. “Who are you?”
“I’ve had many names,” she teased, using a line she knows that Meg used on Dean once upon a time. “But when I was alive—you knew me as ‘Bela.’” She watched as recognition flashed across his face, and the smile continued to stretch across hers. She knew that Sam was flashing back through the memories of right before his brother died, the pain he had gone through and the things he had lost before finding Ruby again.
“Bela?” he frowned, his face softening just enough for her to see the boy behind it. “What happened to you?”
At that, she balked, eyes blackening with rage as she lunged at him, reaching out for some kind of power to throw something at him for asking such a hideous question. “What happened to me? I went to Hell, Sam. This is what people become.”
Sam’s face hardened again, before his phone went off in the corner. She settled back against the seat, watching him as he made his way over to pick up the phone. It was a quiet conversation, but when Sam turned around again, his eyes cold. His hand came out quickly and she felt the psychic grip on her throat again, holding her in place. She kept her face calm, knowing that there was only one thing that could provoke that kind of response.
“That must have been my dear little friend, wasn’t it?” she smirked. “Are you going to kill me now?”
“No,” Sam sighed. “I’m not going to kill you. But I am going to send you right back where you belong.”
She felt him starting to pull her up and out of the body and she sighed, holding on long enough to give him a cold even look. “So sentimental, Sam. That’s only going to get you into trouble with what’s coming.”
“Go back to Hell, Bela,” Sam spat back, before yanking her out and sending her right back down to Hell again.
Dean was not going to be pleased.
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