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Sam - Trust Games
Fandom: Buffyverse/Supernatural
Title: Trust Games
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Angel, Illyria
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24hour_themes Prompt: 18:00 ~ Matters of safety, protection and completion.
Content Warning: Spoilers through 510: Abandon All Hope.
Summary: Sam and Dean arrive at the Hyperion Hotel.
Author’s Note: Part of my Devil Town series. Set after “Acceptable Losses” and we’re still in the middle of “Medias in Res.”
Disclaimer: I do not own. They all belong to Joss and Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“So what do we do?”
Sam hadn’t been listening to much of what his brother was saying beforehand. He was exhausted, worn out from on the road for so long, never mind being for almost thirty-six hours working this case. Sleep had never been something that came easy for Sam, and it had gotten worse ever since Carthage. He was sick of losing people, as he was sure his brother was as well, but it just rested heavily on his shoulders, sitting there like a lead weight he couldn’t seem to shake. These people were all dying because of him. Because he didn’t listen.
Because he wouldn’t say yes.
He knew that if he did say yes, Lucifer wins and they were just going to die anyway, but he couldn’t help but think that if he said yes, all the pain might stop. It was irrational, though, and he recognized how selfish it was. Things would only end for him. They’d just be starting for everyone else. So for right now, he just wanted to deal with what he had. Which was why it took Dean more than once to get his brother’s attention.
“Hey, Sam!”
“Huh?” His eyes switched from the hole he was boring in the glove compartment to where his brother was sitting in the driver’s seat. “You say something?”
“Yeah,” Dean sighed. Sam could tell that he was pushing back the small edge of annoyance to his voice. “I was asking what you wanted to do.”
“Do about what?”
“About Faith, space case. You listen to a damn word I’ve said since we left the hospital?”
“Sorry,” Sam sighed, rubbing his eyes as he sat up a little more. “Tired.” That was mostly the truth. He took a breath before turning to focus on Dean again. “What about Faith?”
“If we were looking for an opportunity to ditch her, this would be it.”
Sam was hesitant. He didn’t really have an opinion on Faith either way. He couldn’t say that he liked her much, but he didn’t dislike her either. She seemed like she was pretty good people. The kind of people that you wanted on your side of a fight like this one. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to dismiss her quite yet, but he wouldn’t deny the fact that he didn’t trust her. Just like she, apparently, didn’t trust them. He just shook his head after a minute. “I dunno, dude.”
“We have no reason to trust her,” Dean pointed out. “I mean, how much do we even know about the Slayers anyway? If she is what she says she is.”
“You have been watching her fight, right?” Sam raised an eyebrow at his brother. “I think it’s pretty safe to say she is what she says she is. And I’d rather have her with us than pissed at us.”
Dean was quiet for a moment, before shrugging. “Okay. Maybe. But you know she’s not telling us the whole truth about this Wesley guy.”
“Probably not. Maybe it’s none of our business.”
“Everything with her tends to be none of our business.”
“Maybe it is,” Sam sighed. “But she’s watching our backs, so I think it might be a good idea to give her the benefit of the doubt.” He paused, before looking back out the window again. “I don’t know about you, but I’m sick of doing this alone.”
“When we don’t do things alone, people tend to die, Sammy.”
“I think we can trust her to take care of herself.” Maybe not true. What he wanted to say was that at least it wasn’t someone they considered family, but that came out sounding far darker than would have been acceptable. Dean was just quiet for a moment, before nodding his head slowly.
“Yeah. I guess you’re right. Which means we’re going to see this Angel guy.” He snorted. “Angel. Seriously?”
Sam just shook his head, before tilting his head to rest his forehead against the window of the car. A few minutes later, the Impala pulled up to the front of an old building that looked, for the most part, to be abandoned. They sat in the car for a moment, before Sam turned back to him.
“You sure this is the place?”
Dean glanced at the address Faith had given them before looking up at the building again. “This is it. The Hyperion Hotel.”
“Huh,” Sam frowned before reaching for his bag and starting to climb out of the car. “Well, let’s see who’s home.”
The hotel itself was pretty run down, but stable, almost like one of the old warehouses that can stand up to pretty much anything. Inside, the lobby was covered with dust ash, and –some kind of sludge that Sam really didn’t want to identify. He and Dean made it about halfway through before they heard the sound of someone coming at them from the side.
“Doesn’t anyone knock anymore?”
He was a tall guy, somewhat menacing looking, who was standing behind what probably used to be the front desk. He was definitely a presence, that much was for certain, and him being there made Sam straighten just a bit, coming to his full height as he stared him down. As he came further into the light, they could see that the black dress shirt he was wearing was pinned up on one side, something that usually indicated the loss of a limb.
“You Angel?” Dean asked.
“Depends who’s asking.”
“I’m Dean, this is my brother, Sam. Faith said you were expecting us.”
“Maybe,” the man replied, before stepping forward and continuing to look them over. His hand was reaching for something behind the table, and Sam’s hand inched towards the gun at his back. “If you’re supposed to be with Faith, where is Faith?”
Dean reached for his pocket, pulling out the slip of paper, before handing the note over to him. Angel watched him cautiously for a moment, before moving his hand up to take the paper, and flip it open. Angel was a pale guy to begin with, but Sam could have sworn that when he read the message on the note, the rest of the color drained from his face. He looked up at the two of them for a moment, his eyes glancing back and forth, before he turned on his heel and headed for the stairs.
“Come with me.” He paused before shouting up towards the upper floors. “Illyria!”
Dean and Sam just looked at each other for a moment before starting to follow Angel’s lead. They just came around the corner of the stairs when a small, blue woman appeared at the top of the hallway, watching them through oddly clinical eyes. “Who are these vermin?”
“Illyria—”
“Who are you calling ‘vermin,’ Smurfette?” Sam flashed his brother a look, but he wouldn’t deny that he had the same reaction. That response was a little two angel-like for both their tastes.
Angel held up a hand in Dean’s direction before rubbing his eyes. “They’re a very special brand of vermin. They’re vessels. We need to keep them safe.”
“Vessels? For angels?”
“Unfortunately,” Dean replied. “And dude, that’s not information we want getting spread around.”
Illyria’s head tilted to the side again, studying the two men in front of her curiously. “This one doesn’t seem to find angels desirable. That concerns me.”
“Why? Because he actually shares your opinion?”
“Because humans are supposed to rely on angels. Becoming a vessel is considered to be a great honor and yet you decline it.” She took a few steps forward so that she could look Dean in the eye. “Especially you. Not you.” She glanced to Sam, before regarding him with the same level of contempt and curiosity. “You reek of demon. I cannot imagine what angel would lower himself to residing in you.”
She spoke with such objectivity that Sam wasn’t sure if he should be pissed or worried that she could pick that up off him. He stared back at her for a moment, before shaking his head. “It’s none of your business.”
“And angels aren’t exactly friends of ours,” Dean said with a sigh. “Look, we’re just looking for a place to crash. We didn’t come here to play twenty questions about the friggin’ Apocalypse. Can we sleep here or not?”
“Yeah,” Angel sighed. “Follow me.”
The brothers moved past Illyria and followed Angel’s lead up the stairs, before Dean took a step closer to Angel and dropping his voice, almost as though he wasn’t expecting the woman to hear. “What is she?”
“She’s a person.”
“You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t,” Angel said, turning to face him with a scowl as he opened the door to one of the rooms. “You can sleep here. The hotel is pretty safe as far as the supernatural is concerned, but should the fluke happen, Illyria’s down the hall. She’s pretty good at kicking ass.”
“Thanks,” Sam sighed, grabbing his brother’s arm before he could push issue and dragging him into the hotel room. His eyes landed on the clock that was blinking six PM, and then turned back to Angel in confusion. “Is it really—?”
“It’s not. It’s broken.” He paused for a moment, with his hand on the door knob. “I’m going out for a while. Just stay in your room and don’t get into any trouble.”
“You kidding me?” Dean glared. “We’re not some kind of prisoner.”
“No, but you’re my guests in my house. You go where I tell you.” He gave them both a look. “I know hunters. I don’t want you snooping around in my stuff. If you do, I’ll have no problem letting Illyria break your arm, friend of Faith or not. In fact, I’m pretty sure she’d understand my reasoning.” He paused, before raising an eyebrow. “Are we clear?”
“Yeah,” Dean snorted, before flopping down on one of the beds. “We’re clear.”
“Good.” Angel gave them one last nod, before disappearing out the door and closing it behind him. Sam took a breath before turning back to his brother for a moment.
“Guess that’s that.”
Dean shook his head, before running a hand over his face. “This was such a bad idea.”
Title: Trust Games
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Angel, Illyria
24hour_themes Prompt: 18:00 ~ Matters of safety, protection and completion.Content Warning: Spoilers through 510: Abandon All Hope.
Summary: Sam and Dean arrive at the Hyperion Hotel.
Author’s Note: Part of my Devil Town series. Set after “Acceptable Losses” and we’re still in the middle of “Medias in Res.”
Disclaimer: I do not own. They all belong to Joss and Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“So what do we do?”
Sam hadn’t been listening to much of what his brother was saying beforehand. He was exhausted, worn out from on the road for so long, never mind being for almost thirty-six hours working this case. Sleep had never been something that came easy for Sam, and it had gotten worse ever since Carthage. He was sick of losing people, as he was sure his brother was as well, but it just rested heavily on his shoulders, sitting there like a lead weight he couldn’t seem to shake. These people were all dying because of him. Because he didn’t listen.
Because he wouldn’t say yes.
He knew that if he did say yes, Lucifer wins and they were just going to die anyway, but he couldn’t help but think that if he said yes, all the pain might stop. It was irrational, though, and he recognized how selfish it was. Things would only end for him. They’d just be starting for everyone else. So for right now, he just wanted to deal with what he had. Which was why it took Dean more than once to get his brother’s attention.
“Hey, Sam!”
“Huh?” His eyes switched from the hole he was boring in the glove compartment to where his brother was sitting in the driver’s seat. “You say something?”
“Yeah,” Dean sighed. Sam could tell that he was pushing back the small edge of annoyance to his voice. “I was asking what you wanted to do.”
“Do about what?”
“About Faith, space case. You listen to a damn word I’ve said since we left the hospital?”
“Sorry,” Sam sighed, rubbing his eyes as he sat up a little more. “Tired.” That was mostly the truth. He took a breath before turning to focus on Dean again. “What about Faith?”
“If we were looking for an opportunity to ditch her, this would be it.”
Sam was hesitant. He didn’t really have an opinion on Faith either way. He couldn’t say that he liked her much, but he didn’t dislike her either. She seemed like she was pretty good people. The kind of people that you wanted on your side of a fight like this one. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to dismiss her quite yet, but he wouldn’t deny the fact that he didn’t trust her. Just like she, apparently, didn’t trust them. He just shook his head after a minute. “I dunno, dude.”
“We have no reason to trust her,” Dean pointed out. “I mean, how much do we even know about the Slayers anyway? If she is what she says she is.”
“You have been watching her fight, right?” Sam raised an eyebrow at his brother. “I think it’s pretty safe to say she is what she says she is. And I’d rather have her with us than pissed at us.”
Dean was quiet for a moment, before shrugging. “Okay. Maybe. But you know she’s not telling us the whole truth about this Wesley guy.”
“Probably not. Maybe it’s none of our business.”
“Everything with her tends to be none of our business.”
“Maybe it is,” Sam sighed. “But she’s watching our backs, so I think it might be a good idea to give her the benefit of the doubt.” He paused, before looking back out the window again. “I don’t know about you, but I’m sick of doing this alone.”
“When we don’t do things alone, people tend to die, Sammy.”
“I think we can trust her to take care of herself.” Maybe not true. What he wanted to say was that at least it wasn’t someone they considered family, but that came out sounding far darker than would have been acceptable. Dean was just quiet for a moment, before nodding his head slowly.
“Yeah. I guess you’re right. Which means we’re going to see this Angel guy.” He snorted. “Angel. Seriously?”
Sam just shook his head, before tilting his head to rest his forehead against the window of the car. A few minutes later, the Impala pulled up to the front of an old building that looked, for the most part, to be abandoned. They sat in the car for a moment, before Sam turned back to him.
“You sure this is the place?”
Dean glanced at the address Faith had given them before looking up at the building again. “This is it. The Hyperion Hotel.”
“Huh,” Sam frowned before reaching for his bag and starting to climb out of the car. “Well, let’s see who’s home.”
The hotel itself was pretty run down, but stable, almost like one of the old warehouses that can stand up to pretty much anything. Inside, the lobby was covered with dust ash, and –some kind of sludge that Sam really didn’t want to identify. He and Dean made it about halfway through before they heard the sound of someone coming at them from the side.
“Doesn’t anyone knock anymore?”
He was a tall guy, somewhat menacing looking, who was standing behind what probably used to be the front desk. He was definitely a presence, that much was for certain, and him being there made Sam straighten just a bit, coming to his full height as he stared him down. As he came further into the light, they could see that the black dress shirt he was wearing was pinned up on one side, something that usually indicated the loss of a limb.
“You Angel?” Dean asked.
“Depends who’s asking.”
“I’m Dean, this is my brother, Sam. Faith said you were expecting us.”
“Maybe,” the man replied, before stepping forward and continuing to look them over. His hand was reaching for something behind the table, and Sam’s hand inched towards the gun at his back. “If you’re supposed to be with Faith, where is Faith?”
Dean reached for his pocket, pulling out the slip of paper, before handing the note over to him. Angel watched him cautiously for a moment, before moving his hand up to take the paper, and flip it open. Angel was a pale guy to begin with, but Sam could have sworn that when he read the message on the note, the rest of the color drained from his face. He looked up at the two of them for a moment, his eyes glancing back and forth, before he turned on his heel and headed for the stairs.
“Come with me.” He paused before shouting up towards the upper floors. “Illyria!”
Dean and Sam just looked at each other for a moment before starting to follow Angel’s lead. They just came around the corner of the stairs when a small, blue woman appeared at the top of the hallway, watching them through oddly clinical eyes. “Who are these vermin?”
“Illyria—”
“Who are you calling ‘vermin,’ Smurfette?” Sam flashed his brother a look, but he wouldn’t deny that he had the same reaction. That response was a little two angel-like for both their tastes.
Angel held up a hand in Dean’s direction before rubbing his eyes. “They’re a very special brand of vermin. They’re vessels. We need to keep them safe.”
“Vessels? For angels?”
“Unfortunately,” Dean replied. “And dude, that’s not information we want getting spread around.”
Illyria’s head tilted to the side again, studying the two men in front of her curiously. “This one doesn’t seem to find angels desirable. That concerns me.”
“Why? Because he actually shares your opinion?”
“Because humans are supposed to rely on angels. Becoming a vessel is considered to be a great honor and yet you decline it.” She took a few steps forward so that she could look Dean in the eye. “Especially you. Not you.” She glanced to Sam, before regarding him with the same level of contempt and curiosity. “You reek of demon. I cannot imagine what angel would lower himself to residing in you.”
She spoke with such objectivity that Sam wasn’t sure if he should be pissed or worried that she could pick that up off him. He stared back at her for a moment, before shaking his head. “It’s none of your business.”
“And angels aren’t exactly friends of ours,” Dean said with a sigh. “Look, we’re just looking for a place to crash. We didn’t come here to play twenty questions about the friggin’ Apocalypse. Can we sleep here or not?”
“Yeah,” Angel sighed. “Follow me.”
The brothers moved past Illyria and followed Angel’s lead up the stairs, before Dean took a step closer to Angel and dropping his voice, almost as though he wasn’t expecting the woman to hear. “What is she?”
“She’s a person.”
“You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t,” Angel said, turning to face him with a scowl as he opened the door to one of the rooms. “You can sleep here. The hotel is pretty safe as far as the supernatural is concerned, but should the fluke happen, Illyria’s down the hall. She’s pretty good at kicking ass.”
“Thanks,” Sam sighed, grabbing his brother’s arm before he could push issue and dragging him into the hotel room. His eyes landed on the clock that was blinking six PM, and then turned back to Angel in confusion. “Is it really—?”
“It’s not. It’s broken.” He paused for a moment, with his hand on the door knob. “I’m going out for a while. Just stay in your room and don’t get into any trouble.”
“You kidding me?” Dean glared. “We’re not some kind of prisoner.”
“No, but you’re my guests in my house. You go where I tell you.” He gave them both a look. “I know hunters. I don’t want you snooping around in my stuff. If you do, I’ll have no problem letting Illyria break your arm, friend of Faith or not. In fact, I’m pretty sure she’d understand my reasoning.” He paused, before raising an eyebrow. “Are we clear?”
“Yeah,” Dean snorted, before flopping down on one of the beds. “We’re clear.”
“Good.” Angel gave them one last nod, before disappearing out the door and closing it behind him. Sam took a breath before turning back to his brother for a moment.
“Guess that’s that.”
Dean shook his head, before running a hand over his face. “This was such a bad idea.”
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