Post by StoryGirl83 on Sept 21, 2013 22:50:11 GMT -5
Flashback
Chapter Five - Point of View
“I want to know what you are,” Victor informed him. “Are you a witch?”
Sam looked at him startled. “Are you kidding me? Witches are evil.”
“Don’t ever say that in front of my grandsons,” Victor replied. “I may not be thrilled about it, but I can say without question that witches are not evil. I’m not even going to bother asking if you are a whitelighter. It’s clear that you aren’t.”
“What exactly is a whitelighter?” Sam asked, confused.
“I could probably go down several other things and I’d eliminate them all, wouldn’t I?” Victor continued without acknowledging Sam’s question. “All you are is a human like me. You can’t fight this. I don’t care what you think you can do, fighting this creature or force or whatever it is, isn’t one of them. My daughters had a lot of powerful magic on their side and they are gone.”
“I’ve been around some pretty powerful magic myself and we’ve taken down some pretty powerful magic, my brother and I,” Sam informed him. “You aren’t really going to try and stop me from trying to save people from that house?”
“I’m trying to save you from foolishly throwing away your life,” Victor replied.
“You have no idea what I’ve been up against, no idea what I’ve had to deal with, and you just don’t get the fact that I no longer care if I live or die,” Sam ranted at him. “My brother is dead.”
“And you really think he wants you to die, too?”
Sam reentered the motel room and sat down on the bed.
Dean was standing over him with his arms crossed. Bobby Singer was leaning against the window, also with his arms crossed. Both Dean and Bobby were looking at Sam suspiciously. “So tell me, what’d it cost?” Dean demanded.
“The girl?” Sam smiled up at him. “I don’t pay, Dean.”
“That’s not funny, Sam,” Dean returned. “To bring me back. What’d it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?”
“You think I made a deal?” Sam asked surprised. It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried.
“That’s exactly what we think,” Bobby informed him.
“Well, I didn’t,” Sam replied, confused. He would have made any deal, if only someone would have taken him up on it, but no one would.
“Don’t lie to me,” Dean demanded straight faced, certain that Sam had done this.
“I’m not lying,” Sam looked up at him.
Advancing toward him, Dean tried to work out what Sam might possibly have done. His face showed annoyance, mixed with anger. “So what now, I’m off the hook and you’re on, is that it? You’re some demon’s pregnant dog-boy? I didn’t want to be saved like this.”
Bobby watched in silence.
Angry at not being believed and angry that he hadn’t been able to do just that, Sam stood and faced his brother. “Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, all right?”
Dean grabbed Sam by the front of him shirt and demanded, “There’s no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!”
Sam broke Dean grip and informed him that, “I tried everything. That’s the truth. I tried opening the Devil’s Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right?” Sam’s voice rose with every word. “You were rotting in Hell for months. For months, and I couldn’t stop it. So I’m sorry it wasn’t me, all right? Dean, I’m sorry.”
Dean relaxed slightly and finally relented, finally believed his brother. “It’s okay, Sammy. You don’t have to apologize, I believe you.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” Bobby cut in, “I’m gladdened that Sam’s soul remains intact, but it does raise a sticky question.”
Understanding, Dean finished for him. “If he didn’t pull me out, then what did?”
They had learned soon enough that it was Castiel, an angel with orders from God. That Dean didn’t really believe in God or angels hadn’t been that important to them. He certainly believed now, or in angels anyway. And right now, it wasn’t important how Dean had gotten out. It was only important that he had. Well, that and the fact that with Victor’s challenge, Sam was forced to admit, that Dean would not want him to go and get himself killed. Then, getting himself killed wasn’t really what Sam planned to do. He planned to get to the bottom of this killer house and stop it from killing anyone else, himself included, and then he planned to find some way to bring Dean back, no matter what it took. He never wanted to deal with what he had for those four months.
Sam shook his head at Victor. “No, he doesn’t want me to go and get myself killed. He’ll want me to bring him back.”
Victor’s eyes narrowed. “And exactly how do you plan to do that?”
Sam shrugged. “I’ll think of something.”