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Post by bobbysinger on Jul 16, 2011 19:03:56 GMT -5
The phones were off the hook today. If it wasn’t one hunter, it was another. Bobby Singer was about to go mad. He needed a break from this, from all of it, and he wanted more then anything to just sit back, relax and have a beer. The funny thing was, the phones didn’t stop at night time, although most of them did. The FBI calls stopped because the FBI had normal hours, but the others did not. Bobby answered what he could until he had to pass out. That night he had some house guests. Sam and Dean were staying with him because they were passing through on another trip.
Bobby was grateful to have the boys. Hell, he knew that if he didn’t, he’d be a loonier man then he was now. When they lost Sam, Bobby was devastated, as Dean was. Sam was like a son to him, they both were. Bobby raised them often on times when John would drop the boys off to try and go find the thing that killed Mary. Bobby got that, he knew that if he didn’t get what killed Karen, then things would be different for him. Thankfully Rufus was there to pull him out of that mess. Bobby understood John more then the boys would know. Bobby used to love when the boys came over to visit. They were his nephews, and they literally called him Uncle Bobby. He loved it, and he loved those kids. He remembered there were times when Sam would ask why their father was gone, and Bobby had to make up some excuse like ‘a business trip Sam,’ or something along those lines. Bobby did everything he could to keep the kids knowing what their father was out really doing, but the sad truth was, Bobby knew they would get caught up in it.
When they lost Sam, Bobby remembered saying goodbye to Dean and then not seeing him for a whole year. That was the most painful part. Dean was his son. His ONLY son, since Sam was gone. For a while, Bobby mourned the loss of the BOTH of them. He knew why Dean had to leave though. Too many memories around Bobby’s house with Sam, too many sad stories for them to bring up. Bobby woulda left too if he had another place to go, but he didn’t. Everywhere he had looked reminded him of Sam, and then one day, out of the clear blue, Sam appeared on his doorstep. Bobby had no idea where from, or what was going on, but Sam was there, smiling as if nothing happened. That part was odd to Bobby considering Sam was in Hell, literally in Hell. He was grateful Sam didn’t remember anything though. He hoped it would stay that way.
Bobby hunted with Sam and his family for a little while, just so he wasn’t so lonely, and then Sam had gone to get Dean finally. It wasn’t until Dean was having issues where he did get him, and Sam understood that it was time Dean knew he was alive. Sam had insisted that Bobby not tell Dean about him until it was time, and Bobby understood. Dean was out, for good. He needed to stay that way.
Now both boys were at his house, resting. Bobby sighed as he glanced at them to make sure they were alright. He went upstairs himself and decided to zonk out. He drank himself to sleep that night and passed out on his bed. That night he had an odd dream, he was dreaming that he smelt smoke. He quickly opened his eyes and groaned because the nausea from the alcohol was bothering him to no end. Bobby went into the other bathroom upstairs and frowned. There was smoke there too. He opened the door to the stairs and looked around, smoke everywhere….”What the Hell?” he asked.
Bobby frowned and started coughing, “Dean! Sam!” he cried. He had to find them. He had to get to them, and he knew where they were, but he wasn’t sure he could get there with all the flames and smoke. He went back into the bathroom and put on a wet bathroom. Quickly he went through the smoke in the Hallway and saw them. “Boys!” he cried. He was in near panic. He couldn’t tell if they were hurt, or unconsciousness or worse….
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Post by dean on Jul 16, 2011 20:24:57 GMT -5
SO WHAT IF YOU CAN SEE, THE DARKEST SIDE OF ME? [/color][/font]  NO ONE WILL EVER CHANGE THIS ANIMAL I HAVE BECOME[/color][/font] help me believe, it's not the real me; somebody help me tame this animal![/color][/font]
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Dean was laying on one of Bobby’s bed. He’d been here for a little over four hours and was dead tired. He and Sam were actually on a hunt together like old times. It was nice but then again tense. He wasn’t sure when Sam would break or have another episode. It was like waiting for an animal to die. He didn’t like it. He wanted everything the way it was before… before everything happened. The last year he had before Hell was great. They got along great, no fights, no nothing. Dean wished it was like that right now.
With the thoughts going through his mind, Dean was drifting off to sleep and he started to dream…
Dean was sitting in on a bench outside watching Sam. Dean was the same but Sam was… different. He was younger. Years younger. It was like he de-aged twenty years. He was eight years old playing outside with a soccer ball. Dean smiled seeing how happy Sam was playing by himself. He didn’t question what was going on. Sam ran up to Dean and smiled “Come play with me Dean!”
[/color] A soft hand grabbed Dean’s calloused one. “Alright I’m comin’,”[/color] Dean stood up and let Sam drag him to the middle of the grassy area. Sam went to stand on one end and Dean on the other. They kicked the soccer ball for hours on end. Dean was loving it. Everything was simple and everything was easier. It was like the Armageddon, Sam going to Hell, Sam coming back without a soul never happened. Dean could get use to this. Just as it was starting to get dark, something weird happened. Sam started to smoke. Dean stood with his head titled to the side staring at Sam. Soon flames broke out on him and around him. “Sam!”[/color] Dean sprinted to were Sam stood. He tackled his brother only to see that he vanished in a poof of black smoke. “Sam?! SAM?!”[/color] Dean looked down to see that he was on fire too. Panicked, he started to roll on the ground in attempts to smoother the fire. “Shit shit shit shit.”[/color] Once the fire was out, Dean stood up and looked around the grass area where Dean had just deemed nice. This time everything had changed, the whole field was on fire and in the distance he could hear someone calling his name and Sam’s. It took him a moment to realize it was Bobby. Dean was about to answer back with something fell on him causing him to black out…[/i] Dean’s eyes shot open and saw the smoke coming into the room. He jumped up and tore a sheet from the bed covering his nose and mouth. “Sam? Sammy?!”[/color] Dean called out. He heard Bobby yell again. “Bobby? In here!”[/color] Dean stepped to the door way as flames licked up in front of him. He shouted, took steps backwards, tripped on his feet, and fell on his ass. He cried out as the flames danced toward him. He shot up and looked for a way out of the room. The smoke was starting to get thicker. Despite the clothe covering his mouth and nose, he began to cough. He still didn’t know where Sam was. Sam hadn’t been in the room when he’d fallen asleep. Dean glanced around the room again. There were two beds, a window, and a door. There were two ways out of the room. The window and the doorway. [/blockquote] “My character talking”
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tag: bobby/sam/other
lyrics: animal i have become by three days grace
notes: none
credit: thavron @ caution
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RUBY
DEMON.
I don't want to be a part of his sin I don't want to get lost in his world I'm not playing this game
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Post by RUBY on Jul 16, 2011 21:05:16 GMT -5
 when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font] -Outside- It wasn’t like the demoness wasn’t still connected enough to hear whispers on the wind and when something like “Singers place is gonna get hit” came across the wire she listened but good. Bobby’s meant that Sam could be there, Sam in trouble meant that even if he wanted her dead, even if he hated her, she still had to help him. Of course if it were demons she would be coming into this at a disadvantage, her knife in the hands of Dean, and she’d be outnumbered. In that case there really was only one thing to do. She gunned her Mustang down the highway as fast as it would carry her, the salvage yard coming into view and she saw the sickly glow of the fire coming from the house, billowing smoke pouring from it. Her heart began to race faster, fearing she was too late. Damn Dean, Damn Bobby, if Sam was dead her world would come crashing in on itself, no reason for any of the damn sacrifices she had made to get back here or the one she was making right now to try to get to him to save him. It seemed the demoness could keep cool under any situation except when Sam was in danger, in those instances all her calm, rational thinking flew out the window and she just reacted, no thought as to her own danger or anyone else’s for that matter. It was the thing that killed her twice and now might be the end of her a third time. She spun the wheel of her car, pulling it into the yard, the headlights illuminating the demons standing between her and the home as she hit the breaks. Some turned to look to her, dark eyes and heads turning to the side to get a better view past the headlights of the car. She blinked, her own eyes turning black as midnight, bitter hatred rising up in her as she now knew the rumors were true, demons were trying to kill the boys and Bobby and she slowly scanned the group of them, making quick notes of every meatsuit that was there, each one would pay bitterly for this insult. The first rule with Ruby, no one fucks with Sam Winchester, those that did would not only pay for it but would pay with slow agonizing pain that of which not even Alistair would dream of, hell hath no fury like Ruby when someone harms Sam. She gunned the engine and shifted it into first, aiming for a few demons, their bodies thudding off the hood as she brought the car to a skidding stop near the front door. She knew damn well that Bobby had devils traps over the doors but the widows, well glass would hurt but that house was an inferno and thanks to a demon’s heritage she was able to withstand infernos. She moved out of the car and ran to the window, noting there were now about six more demons to deal with, a few of them chasing after her, calls of “bitch” and “whore” ringing in her ears as she crashed through it, rolling up to her feet and looking around. “Sam?!?” Okay yes she was well aware there were more people in the house besides him but he was her priority, her eyes darting around the room, no need to cover her mouth or her nose, no need to really breathe at all if she couldn’t. She moved from the room she was in into the hallway, hearing Bobby’s then Dean’s voice she took up the stairs, two at a time, seeing a hallway full of flames. No matter to her, clothing would burn but she wouldn’t as she walked through the fire. “No one better fucking exorcize me, I’m here to help.” [/color][/font][/RIGHT] |
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Post by SAM JOHN WINCHESTER on Jul 18, 2011 1:41:42 GMT -5
Sam had watched his brother climb up the stairs and head for the bedroom. He'd stuck around the kitchen, keeping an eye on Bobby until the older man had also headed up for bed. He'd said something about going to bed soon himself, all smiles and friendliness. He'd been lying, of course. There was no way he was going to attempt sleep tonight, not when the memories were so fresh in his mind. He wouldn't admit to Dean let along himself, but he was afraid to go to sleep. Every night since he'd regained all of his memories, he'd dreamt of Hell. Dreams full of unimaginable pain and anguish.
So, he'd sat on the couch, reading one of the many tomes in Bobby's house. Eventually, he'd sprawled out and gotten as comfortable as his giant frame would allow. That led to sleep right there on the couch with a book on his chest. He woke up to strange sounds outside. Confused and bleary eyed, it took him a moment to figure out where the noises were coming from. He knew his way around Bobby's house without any trouble at all, even in pitch black. However, it wasn't that dark outside. There was light...red light.
Confusion spilled into concern and Sam's gaze jumped around the house, seeking out the source of the light. Smoke attacked him and he coughed, dropping to a crouch to avoid inhaling too much. He knew Dean and Bobby were upstairs, but he was not expecting someone to break in through one of the windows. He reacted on instinct, making sure to be hidden as someone flew past him and up the stairs. Vaguely, he could hear his name, but he was distracted by a curl of flame on his arm.
Agony flared through him, but he knew it was only remembered pain. He knew that, but it didn't change things. Fear overtook his senses as he came to realization that the house was truly on fire. But was it really the house anymore? It was beginning to look more and more like the Pit? Had it all been a lie fabricated by Lucifer? Maybe he'd never made it out. Cruel laughtere echoed in his ears, spasms rocked through his big frame. Sam fell hard, cracking his head on Bobby's desk as he went down, descending into a deep, dark silence.
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Post by bobbysinger on Jul 18, 2011 20:27:09 GMT -5
Bobby was in a near panic. He could hear Dean’s voice, but he couldn’t see him. His eyes were watery and the smoke was starting to get to be too much. Who would do this to his house? Course Bobby knew he could have pissed off a LOT of demons with the job he was doing. Bobby could hear Dean’s voice as Dean called out to him. “Dean!”Bobby cried. He ran over towards him just as a board fell over almost knocking him out. He saw Dean fall over and nearly had a heart attack. He was NOT about to loose those boys now, not a chance in Hell. Bobby quickly ran over to Dean and helped him up. Bobby too was also starting to cough a little.
“Where’s Sam?” Bobby asked Dean. He knew Dean probably didn’t know since he was shouting his name, but still, it was hard to see and if Bobby knew the room that Sam was in, he could get there faster then Dean possibly. They HAD to do something to get out of here. Although he didn’t know WHAT was out there. What was starting this? Demons? Lucifer? Worse? Armegedden all over again? At least it was for Bobby Singer at the moment.
“Ruby….what the Hell?” he heard Ruby’s voice calling out Sam’s name. He knew she and Sam had a thing still, and yea, it bothered him, but if she was here to help, they could use all the help they could get. “Ruby…..find Sam!” Bobby said ignoring her other words. He didn’t have time to argue with her, even though it could have possibly have been her that started this in the first place. “Sam!” Bobby called frantically looking around for him. He could feel the smoke in his lungs.
Bobby started coughing, drastically. At his old age, it couldn’t do him any good to be breathing this stuff in. Bobby called Sam’s name out a few times. He couldn’t find the kid. He looked around trying to see but that was nearly impossible. He knew they had to head towards the panic room. If they WERE under attack, it had to be the only way. Suddenly, Bobby heard a loud bang near his desk. He went over towards it to see what it was. Sam. He had found Sam, and Sam was passed out. Bobby thought for a minute, Sam must have been dreaming of Hell, or at least, picturing Hell with the fire going on. Shit….what was he going to do to move him? HOW would he have the strength to lift him? “Sam! Wake up! Its me, Bobby! Wake up kid!” . Bobby demanded. He tried smacking his cheek but that didn’t work. He remembered the last time Sam was remembering Hell, he was out for a few hours. Was this one of those times again?
“ “Dean, Ruby!” Bobby called hoping they would come quickly. “ “I need help!” he cried. Bobby sighed and looked around the room. There had to be something, ANYTHING that he could use to try and lift Sam up. Bobby tried by himself but the kid was too big for him, too heavy. How were they going to get out of this with Sam this way? He needed help and FAST. The smoke was starting to fill the room pretty quickly.
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Post by dean on Jul 18, 2011 21:10:30 GMT -5
SO WHAT IF YOU CAN SEE, THE DARKEST SIDE OF ME? [/color][/font]  NO ONE WILL EVER CHANGE THIS ANIMAL I HAVE BECOME[/color][/font] help me believe, it's not the real me; somebody help me tame this animal![/color][/font]
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Bobby helped Dean up and turned to him with a panicked look on his face. “Dean, where’s Sam?”
[/color][/i] Shit, Bobby didn’t know. Dean had left him downstairs after he’d gone to bed. Was he still down there? What if Sam had gone into one of his Hell-coma’s? Dean had to shake that thought out of his head. “I don’t know, go find him. I’ll be down in a minute.”[/color] Bobby nodded and raced out of the room. The flames were picking up and the smoke was getting thicker. Dean had to get out of here. He headed towards the door again and heard a voice that sounded all too familiar. It was a voice of someone that he’d killed. Ruby. Dean was confused but right now was the time to get out of the fire and downstairs to look for Sam. For a brief moment, Dean wondered if the fire department had been called. There weren’t any houses around here but it was a very possible with the amount of fire and smoke coming from the house. Enough about the fire department, they wouldn’t do any good anyway. The house would already have burnt to the ground by the time they got here. Dean made his way to the door crouching down low to get his head out of the smoke. Despite the amount of smoke at the ceiling, there was still a lot below that caused him to cough. The cloth wasn’t doing much; however, it was better than nothing. Just as Dean had reached the door, the ceiling in the hallway collapsed. Dean yelled out in shock and attempted to get out of the way. Once again, he fell on his ass. What was with this? That was twice in two minutes he’d fallen flat on his ass. He didn’t need this either right now. Dean stood up and surveyed the damage. There was no way out of the room. The debris was blocking the stair and it had caused the fire to spread. The only other option was the window… Below Dean could hear Bobby shouting. Shit, he must have found Sam or he’d been hurt. Dean needed to get down there. The only way out was the window. It had to do. If he landed where he didn’t break any of his bones, he’d be good. He’d run to a door and help Bobby. He just hoped that’d be the case. Dean ran to the window and found something hard to smash the glass. He lifted the hard object and threw it through the window. The object hadn’t made a big enough hole but that was fine. It’d just weakened the glass which would help him when he jumped. He’d jumped out of a window once before and only come away with cuts, bruises, and a dislocated shoulder. He hoped that’s all he’d come away with this time. Backing away from the window, Dean braced himself. He knew this would hurt and it was a high jump; however, not as high as the church had been. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this…”[/color] Dean coughed, starting to run. He jumped and lowered his head to his chest to protect his face. He quickly began to fall to the ground… [/blockquote] “My character talking”
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tag: bobby/ruby/sam
lyrics: animal i have become by three days grace
notes: and dean becomes a bird and flies away...
credit: thavron @ caution
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RUBY
DEMON.
I don't want to be a part of his sin I don't want to get lost in his world I'm not playing this game
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Post by RUBY on Jul 22, 2011 6:35:21 GMT -5
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font] She growled at Bobby as he barked an order at her, she wasn’t his lap dog and he wasn’t going to tell her what to do, but she shook the feeling away focusing on what was important. She turned to the door where she heard Dean’s voice, sweeping her arm to move some of the smoke away, normally where one of the brothers was the other wasn’t far away. Almost stepping past the flames into the room till she heard Bobby yelling for her and yelling Sam’s name. She ran down the hall and the stairs, into the study where all those books, those wonderful, priceless, irreplaceable books were just burning away. Honestly if Sam wasn’t in danger she’d be trying to save as many of them as possible. Kneeling down next to Sam she slipped her arms up under his, lifting him up by his torso thanks to the gift of her demonic strength, his legs dragging still. “Bobby, there are demons outside, I can’t carry him and defend us and you can’t use an exorcism with me around. You have to keep them off of us while I get him in a car then I can deal with them.” Of course that wasn’t her plan at all. Her plan was more like get Sam to a car, get him to safety, then maybe go back for Bobby and Dean, but what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, well the knowledge wouldn’t but the demons might. She started moving towards the back door, knowing that the Impala was back there (yes she’d take off with Sam in the Impala if she had to, steal Dean’s precious car) and hearing the breaking of the window upstairs, the one that had pointed in this general direction. If Dean had jumped out a window and survived the fall (which Ruby wasn’t sure she wanted either way) then he’d be close to the back. She knew that Dean hated her with a passion but he’d defend his brother with his dying breath so safety would be found with him. “Bobby, scratch out the trap so I can get out the door.” template by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal technique CREDITRAWRR! NOTES[/color][/font][/RIGHT] |
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Post by SAM JOHN WINCHESTER on Jul 30, 2011 0:02:26 GMT -5
Sam felt like he was falling. Falling and burning. For a brief second, he wondered if he’d fallen into a rabbit hole and Wonderland was burning down around him. Then clarity struck him and he was back in the Pit. He could hear Lucifer laughing, could smell burning flesh. Agony flared in his chest and he looked down to find a giant, bloody hole in the middle of his torso. Somebody was screaming, he could see their body limned in flames. Demons tore at him, ripped at his clothes while flames licked eagerly at his skin. Through it all, he could hear Lucifer raging and laughing, as though undecided as to whether he was angry or amused. Either way, it was beyond painful. He wasn’t even sure why he was still able to stand, maybe it was due to the pressure under his arms.
The Winchester’s eyes opened slightly to reveal dull green; vaguely he realized he was moving. Slowly, pain radiating from his skull, he tilted his head back and discovered it was Ruby who was dragging him through…fire? She was taking him back to Hell?! Panic gave strength to his limbs and he twisted out of her grip. He fell to a floor that was being eaten by flames and scrambled to get to his feet. Although unsteady, he was able to take in his surroundings. Hell mixed with reality and Sam grabbed at his torso as though to hold himself together, as though the hole was actually, physically there. His gaze centered on Ruby and narrowed. He tried to start an exorcism, slurred his words and lost track of what he was doing.
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Post by bobbysinger on Aug 17, 2011 8:57:05 GMT -5
Bobby was trying not to panic. He was usually good about that, but this time he couldn’t help it. This was his family. Sam and Dean were his sons, and if anything happened to them in HIS house, he wouldn’t forgive himself. Bobby thought he heard someone upstairs and he figured it was Dean. He wondered what the Hell Dean was doing, but he didn’t hesitate. He stayed by Sam. He had to, he couldn’t leave Sam alone like that.
He turned when he suddenly heard Ruby’s voice telling him there were demons outside. “Outside? I kinda figured as much!” Bobby said to her. He coughed. The smoke was getting bad now. Really bad. He continued coughing as he held onto Sam, there HAD to be a better way to get him out of here. “Where the hell is Dean? I could use his help!” Bobby called. He wondered where the hunter went to, and since he knew he went upstairs, Bobby wondered if Dean jumped outside or not.
Bobby listened to Ruby as she asked him to scratch the devils trap. He frowned not liking that idea because there WERE a ton of demons outside apparently. He sighed and scratched it so that she could get outside, “Hurry! I don’t know how long I can hold off those demons!” Bobby cried. This was the worse attack he ever experienced that was for sure.
Bobby watched as Sam started to open his eyes, “Sam!” he said. He went over to him immediately, “I need you to move boy, there’s a fire here!” he said hoping Sam didn’t think he was in Hell or something. “We need to hurry!” he said.
Bobby was doing his best to stay calm, his house, everything in his house was going to be destroyed. His books, materials, EVERYTHING he worked hard for. How could he save it? Bobby looked at Ruby, “The sprinklers Ruby, the sprinklers have holy water in them, if we can get to the switch, it will get rid of the demons!” he said to her, “Then maybe, MAYBE I have a chance at saving my house!” he said.
He HAD To save it. He couldn’t let this destroy him. Where would he go? He had NO place. This house was his life, it was all he had besides the boys. He had to figure out SOMETHING.
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