til death do we part

sam stepped forward, taking a deep breath. his entire body was shaking with adrenaline, and the buzz of the demon blood. “i don’t need backup, ruby’s just here to see the look on your face when you realise you’re beat.” 

part of him wished dean could be here for this, even though the other part of him didn’t want his brother to see him like this. but part of him wanted dean to be able to watch the demon that sent him to hell, finally get what she deserves. he wanted dean to know, that even though what he had done was undoubtedly wrong, that it all worked out in the end, because a few moments from now, and lilith would be dead. 

with a glance back at ruby, who nodded back at him, he took another step forward and raised his hand, holding it out towards lilith. he closed his eyes and concentrated all of his power. he could feeling it building, like a headache behind his eyes. he could only hope that it was enough to finally put an end to liliths reign of terror.

there’s a hint of a smirk on her features at ruby’s mention, she doesn’t say anything in return, she just lets him have that comment. knowing how wrong he was perceiving this entire situation. he was a fool and boy, the clock was ticking down for the big reveal. now turning on her heels, she finds herself letting out a gasp as she’s hit with the blast from the hunter, her back colliding with the wall behind her. 

she can feel the power radiating from him now, she can feel her insides crushing as she has no choice but the fixate her vision on sam. there’s a moment where she allows herself to showcase the pain her vessel was under, there’s an exhausted look of pretence terror on her features as she even adds a little scream for the show.

sam couldn’t believe the day was finally here. when ruby had approached him and told him that it was time, he had been shocked. he didn’t feel ready, but ruby had convinced him that it had to happen now, and after getting a top up of the blood, they had made their way to the convent together. the entire journey, sam had been buzzing with anxiety. so much so that he could hardly stay still. now was finally the time, he would avenge deans death, save the world, finally put an end to this whole saga. the death of lilith would finally vindicate sam. he had failed at rescuing his brother from hell, but he wouldn’t fail this time.

ruby and sam arrived at the church and pulled up outside, killing the engine of the car.  he looked up at the looming building which cast a shadow over them. ruby seemed to have all the confidence in the world in him, she believed he could get the job done, but after the last time he saw lilith, he wasn’t so sure. he’d had a shot already and he’d failed. he couldn’t fail again.

when sam opened the door, his gaze drew on lilith. nothing else mattered more than this moment, and he had to get it right. “i’m stronger this time.” he said, taking a few steps forward into the room. he wanted her to know, that this time he was powered up. this time she wasn’t going to walk away. he wouldn’t allow it.

she had every confidence that he was stronger, it was what was needed. for her it was more annoying that she was going to have to play weak---- she wasn’t even going to fight against him, why would she need to? number one; she didn’t want a scratch on lucifer’s vessel, two? the sooner it was done, the sooner he escaped. “and you bring this..” her eyes pan to ruby now, finally acknowledging the other demon  (  purely for the hunter’s benefit, ruby knew just how brilliant she was  )  there’s a purposely placed distaste on her features, “traitor as backup?” there wasn’t a moment where she wouldn’t mock him, it was all to fuel his rage--- something he needed to finish the job. 

there’s now a grin on her part, looking at the male as if he had no chance in hell and what she does next? she turns her back to him, letting herself be perceived as vulnerable, she was giving him the opening to take his shot.  it was there, lingering amongst them and she was waiting. “don’t waste my time, sam.” she scoffs, it wasn’t a hidden fact that was what she thought of him. the only importance he held? was this right now and right here and at first, she knew he’d think he was great, that he and he alone defeated lilith. ha. 

where was she stood? the main chamber to the convent. exactly where azazel had killed those nuns decades earlier. standing right near the gateway to his prison she finally hears footsteps of who she assumes is sam. finally she turns as the doors open, hues fixed on the hunter-- she could see ruby and she was proud. “you took your time.” her words? they were directed to her most loyal but sam wouldn’t realise that. at least not yet. she knew the male wouldn’t have recently seen her in this form, but ah, she was more than sure he knew who she was  (  lilith had even dressed for the occasion, a nice floor length dress to mark her death  ). @flannelcladsam​

“and if they try, what then?” she wasn’t wrong, fear was a powerful emotion. but right now, was it the smarter move? if they tried to run out the door, she could snap them like twigs and it seemed like they knew it now, too. it was funny how everything was starting to revert back to sam. he’d been told sam was the one to kill lilith, which would be fine if it wasn’t a case of ‘how’. demon blood? no, not worth it, not even to kill her. or was it? “ready?” a furrowed brow, he clearly didn’t understand. forever missing the final piece to the puzzle. dean blinked wide, almost grabbed the guy and stopped him running - no way was he gonna make it out that door, right? wrong. his surprise was evident, at least one man got out, though it gave him little relief. “i’ll buy them a bacon sandwich and they’ll get over it. the others leave too or no deal.” despite the quip, there was no amusement on his features - this was not an amusing situation. in-fact, it was probably one of the worst, he’d done this dance before, granted an already sealed deal loomed in the air, but the thought that he was, what? signing up to do it again? for the sake of a few people he’d never even met? what was it raphael said to him once? you’re just crazy enough to go, aren’t you? apparently, he was right. “wouldn’t be the first time.” his arms opened out a little, like he was saying, your move. the people in the background? he could see them trying to inch towards the door, though he didn’t look directly at them, he didn’t want to tip her off. “oh honey, you’re not that selfless.”

she chooses to completely ignore his clear affiliation with death, more so because she didn’t care and his lack of knowledge when it came to how morally neutral reapers were and that natural balance they cared so much for? perhaps wasn’t in consideration.  (  the winchester’s were not exactly smart.  )   the demon on the other hand, held no care for natural balance and pissing reapers off? it was a hell of a ride. it was fun. so the humans sneaking towards and eventually successfully out of the threshold? well, they were still within her range. “no,” there’s a pause, “you’re right.” she wasn’t selfless and with the click of her fingers? the two beings the hunter would see running past the window, their necks twisted fully and as if in sync, they dropped dead. there’s a satisfied grin--- what would he do now the bargaining chips were out of the equation? it was exciting. “guess our broken soul isn’t running this show after all.” she’s mocking him, letting the first guy go was all for show, it was to make him believe she might have been considering his terms. but really? she wasn’t interested. knife in hand she’s now waving it, pointing it in his direction as she does so. seconds later she forces the blade into his lower leg without moving a single muscle. “i’d much prefer your daddy right now.” shortly after? she forces it back out, the knife back within her palms as if nothing had happened. “he always put up a better fight.” it was no surprise she held a distaste for the hunter before her, or more, his family as a whole. “or maybe even that freak of a brother..” she’s attempting to get a rise out of him.. how many people now dead? how many lives could he have saved but didn’t? how useless. 

there was a hot buzz under his skin as it heated with every passing moment. being in this situation just felt so, so wrong. every fibre of his body was crying to lash out, take her down, hurt her in any way – he cursed his own sanity for knowing he couldn’t. the knowledge was tearing him up, he knew it, she knew it. “what?” not an actual question, he just had to voice something to confirm his own what the fuck moment. dean tried not to react much when she pinned the guy down, but there was a lingering feeling like the air was just being sucked out of the room. his eyes fluttered shut and his head turned away as the guy started pleading, talking about his kids. great, add guilt, add that crippling thought that he was probably seconds from death any which way dean chose to play it. still with the knife in his grip, there was a few seconds, a twist of disgust on his face as he watched her, so unphased, enjoying this. of course it wasn’t a surprise, she was evil, after all. “no.” he breathed, finally, swallowing back the slight lump in his throat. he knew exactly what kind of consequences his words held. he couldn’t even look at the guy who was still struggling against her power even though he was silenced. “i won’t do it.” and with that, he placed the knife back down on the bar. he felt like he knew the outcome to this. this poor bastard next to him was gonna die, either way, at least it would be at her hand and not his own. it almost seemed selfish, but he physically couldn’t do it. “you wanna hurt someone?” opening out his arms, he flashed her a nonchalant smirk. one that was amused on the lips but cold in the eyes. “i’m right here. i’m willin’ to bet you don’t get many chances to strike the same guy twice.” and yeah, he was just crazy enough to let her do whatever, but his price? “these people? they leave. in one piece and alive… and then you get me any way you want me, though i work better on top.” a sarcastic quip. whatever happened from here? you bet your ass he’d go down swingin’, lame jokes and all. 

he was refusing and somehow that was heroic? huh? no. it was far from it. in fact? that defeat she saw? that’s what it was. a man seeing no way out---- a hunter wanting to save the colourful character of a male within her invisible grip. perhaps if she had muted him earlier? so his reveal of sweet marie and alex wouldn’t have been heard. guilt. guilt. guilt. that was what he was made of, right? forty years down under was enough to change a soul forever. what would his peers think? the hunters flocking to help aid something he started? would they turn their backs on him knowing the kind of man he was? a monster just like they hunted. at least his dad never caved. that was something. something he didn’t have in common. yikes. her eyes drop to the knife in front of her, she wanted to laugh but she didn’t. the moment was serious, she needed to stick to that. even despite her eyes telling a completely new story. one of humour; one that held amusement, on that said, ha you’re right where i want you. “kinky.” he liked it on top, she liked it rough.. match made in heaven... wrong. “they can leave.” her tone’s almost a whisper. as if a secret she shouldn’t spill. “but they haven’t.” her facial expressions? oops. they wouldn’t leave, not even under false pretences and would she let them? no. lilith could accept his offer to please, but truly? dean was nothing to her, the extras? the other humans? they were fated somewhere, somehow, to die right here, right now. she wasn’t going to prevent that. a twist of fate, a rip through time? oh wouldn’t the reapers go scatty. the hunter wouldn’t understand. save. save. save. comically brilliant, yet a harrowing disaster.  “if i killed you again..” as tempting as it was.. “your brother might not be ready.” a hint, a small smug and in your face hint. one he wouldn’t understand until she was dead. it was beautiful. with barely any movement from her? the guy? he was free. the actions of surprise as he forced his body away from the bar? caused an adrenaline rush and he ran. run rabbit run. boy he did. the door? she let him leave. “death won’t be happy.” it might not have meant a lot, but it was a humorous concept for her. where lilith stood behind the bar? she vanished. seconds later? she appeared beside dean. sure she could walk, but where was the fun with simple human motions? “one life, for yours.” wasn’t his deal but it was hers---- or what she was making him believe. her palm came up, instantly? the knife he had placed down shot to it, her grip now circling the blade. oh, wasn’t it foolish to put down the only weapon she had freely allowed. “want me to slice that angel stench out of you?” she asks playfully, stepping closer to the hunter, wanting him to feel like the only choice he’d have to get her out of his face was resorting to violence. “easy, hard. both? i’ll let you think it’s all for you, if you want?” considering he confessed how much he loved being on top.

“no, i call this evil, just stop.” he wasn’t so much begging as he was half pleading, half twisting his face up. it would come as no surprise, he was sure, he killed things like her. things like her killed people like him ( actually, she technically did if you really wanna throw stones. ) his eyes flipped between the guy and lilith, once he started flailing, dean placed his hands on his shoulders in an attempt to… what? calm him down? all this poor bastard knew was that he’d been dragged in here and was getting cut. it was only when he felt a sharp sting did he let go, bringing his hand up over where the blade stuck in his skin. he didn’t want to show her it hurt but he was only human, a bitter hiss escaped his lips. he didn’t really have a choice but to take a hold of it, removing it from his skin. he could have put it down, but he only tightened his grip on the handle and stared at it. as much as he twitched to throw it between her eyes, he was mentally calculating scenarios. 1) he did that, everyone here died. 2) he put it down, everyone here died. 3) … he did what she asked and maybe, just maybe, some people don’t die. it was clear in his face he wasn’t only considering it, he was remembering those last ten years in hell, tugging on his emotions and leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. she was getting the exact reaction she wanted from him. green eyes lifted back up to hers, silent, hardened. he wasn’t saying yes, but he wasn’t saying no, either. he wanted to know what her next move was and so he waited.

evil was a compliment. considering she hadn’t done much yet---- on the scale of things. what was two dead bodies and a guy with a few little cuts? sure, we could talk about the other two humans currently hiding in the bar, considering she had sealed the door shut. spoiler? it wasn’t locked. they could leave.. no one was trying. the human brain was complex and scared. what if we run to the door? what if we try to open? what if it opens but we die anyway? no one had that kick in them to do something. not even the hunter---- a man toying with the idea of doing as she wanted. she could see it, it was written all over his face. that defeat? anger. guilt. she could see it all. it was a comical  (  her view  )  horror show and dean winchester was the lead. as he’s glaring at her? she stares back. there’s silence between the two. the guy she had cut, he hadn’t moved. the poor human too frightened to blink just in case he gets hurt. though if he did try she wouldn’t let him. perhaps there was an intelligent method to their current deer in headlights. not that she agreed, a slow death over quick and painless? huh. lilith still doesn’t utter and word, she hasn’t blinked, she’s holding the hunters eye contact. her free hand reaching for one of the cut strawberries below, clearly having been made for one of the glasses of gin beside it. popping it in her mouth, she chews. she’s waiting for him to break before she makes him. it was fun to guess his next move. would he stay silent? would he do what she asked? or would he ask her if she was done? there were multiple ways this could go. her helping hand to aid the way she wanted this to go? she forces the stranger’s face down, slamming the side of it into the wooden top of the bar--- a fresh canvas for him. “put him out of his misery.” the male? his eyes widen as he realises what she means, he’s trying to lift himself up from the invisible force holding him down. i have children. he’s pleading again. please d-don’t. they’re all i got. the poor guy’s even weeping. hands trying to reach for the bartop in attempt to unsuccessfully push himself up. marie and alex. they’re only--- lilith silences the man, he’s now trying to speak but he can’t. it was always more fun when a target appeared more human and not just a doll but he was boring her. moan moan moan. there’s a gleeful look in her hues, one would almost think they could see the physical look of manipulation. 

a shiver ran down his spine, how was it possible she even looked creepy when she smiled. or was it because she was smiling? flashbacks of her when she possessed that little girl, uggh. why. he figured he should feel almost grateful he was glaring down an adult ( the child suits are naturally 1000 times spookier, but he wasn’t going to let her know that. she probably already did, anyway. ) dean snapped his gaze towards the new noise, some poor bastard being forced inside, he took a step back when the collided against the bar, looking back at lilith with eyes that were telling her this wasn’t apart of the deal. the deal was he doesn’t lash out and she stops hurting people. however, it wasn’t until she pushed the knife towards him that she finally got her reaction. “what?” of course he knew what she meant so it was more of a what the fuck than a what do you mean. his eyes widened, brow creased. she wanted him to remember the things he did? it was hard to push those memories away. “no.” obviously. “two people are already dead.” enough damage had been done. “just let him leave. let them all leave.” he sighed, because, god damn it. he felt helpless. he was helpless. he couldn’t save these people if she wanted to attack and it was boiling his blood. “come on, you’ve had your fun.” time to take a midnight train back to the hole she crawled out of, he thought. 

so he could count, round of applause. a simple math lesson wasn’t what she was after.. of course she knew he wanted to be the saviour, save all and leave with barely any casualties. like that was going to happen. her aim here was to show him she could do what she wanted, whenever she wanted. she wasn’t really bothered if he left today thinking his brother still needed to be stopped with his consumption of demon blood---- because lilith had dealt with him, lovable sammy was going to go to the ends of the earth to kill the bitch that killed his brother. it was the only plausible way. she needed to be stopped and only he could do it.. blah blah blah. that was how the tune went, right? “you call this fun?” there’s a quirk in her brow, before they knit together. a brief mark of confusion on her host’s features. “no.. no.. no.” she’s shaking her head and with a small flick of her index? a sliced cut appears on the human beside dean. one across his cheek. another flick; a new cut appears across his throat. and another; causing another slice on his neck. the male’s shaking, his hands trembling as he’s reaching for his fresh wounds. he’s asking for answers, he’s asking to leave. he’s pleading.  poor man doesn’t understand. “not going to join in, no?” there’s a look of disappointment now, the knife she had placed before him? telekinesis allowed her to force it into dean’s bicep, the blade didn’t pierce hard, just hard enough to cut through his layers of clothing and draw blood. “take it. don’t be rude.”  

sam didn’t take a step back from lilith when she took one forward. he stood his ground, showing her that he wasn’t scared of her. so he wasn’t powerful enough this time, next time, he would be ready for her. he’d do what he’d been preparing for all this time. “you could kill me without even breaking a sweat. so why this? why play these games.” of course sam knew why, it was because lilith was a demon, and she was evil. she’d rather try and drive sam mad than just kill him outright. 

“i will stop you. maybe not today, but i’m going to kill you.” he responded firmly. he didn’t care how much demon blood he had to drink, how much of himself he had to leave behind, he’d get his revenge. poor useless sammy. he hadn’t been able to stop his brother from going to hell. he had been useless then, but he wouldn’t fail his time. he’d avenger deans death, even though he was back now. he’d avenge him for the forty years he’d had to spend in hell.

he was pleased his glass wasn’t still in his grasp, it would have shattered or been slammed against her head. temper temper. so difficult to control knowing everything she was, the things she’d done. mentioning his dad only added fuel to the fire. “is that all?” he wouldn’t bite, or break, that might be a better word. his eyes flipped to the small cluster of remaining people, beating on the door – how funny that none of them found it odd that he and another were still sat there like nothing was happening. her comment made his eyes roll. it’s not like he even believed anyone actually respected him anyway, still adorably unaware of how infamous he and his brother were becoming. “sure, the stench of death down there really grew on me.” he scoffed, narrowing his eyes, he gave off a judgey expression, like his reply had to of been obvious. 

there’s a sickly smile on her host’s features---- wasn’t it funny how she assumed he was thinking about killing her, which in turn, meant her vessel. it was comical. saving people was in his blood yet he would fail each and every time he went up against someone like her. he could never really touch her.. the only reason his brother was going to be able to was because she was setting herself up for him. she knew the winchester’s wouldn’t see it that way. she knew they’d see themselves as indestructible, capable of killing the first demon---- when all along? this was all because she wanted it. even to the grave she’d have the last laugh. his lack of reaction? annoyed her. she wanted more from him. so, enter her first toy. just as she did to dean previously, she forced one of the humans in the building towards and into the bar. their body slamming against it with force beside the hunter as she stood behind the counter. the other two humans? they hid underneath the tables. how pathetic. leaving the sparked out human to find their feet, she grabbed one of the knives used to slice fruit and popped it on the wooden top where the hunter was. it was for him. “show me what you’ve got, dean.”

turning his head from the sound of the male, killian’s glance immediately began jumping between the two with lilith’s immediate reaction and when she went to console the woman? he shot her a disapproving look over the comment she had made. “me?” as if it had been the most offensive thing ever said towards him. moving forward to get closer to where they were, only for blood to hit the top of his head, then his shoulder. he glanced up to the male lilith had flung just moments ago. only after another drop of blood hit his cheek did he move from the spot, looking at the two again as he wiped his cheek. it was also then when he realized he was no longer hearing the blood curling screams he had enjoyed minutes before. he assumed now they were all being quiet – hoping, praying that they could be silent long enough to survive and wait for someone to realize something is wrong. what they should be praying for is to be next and for their death to be quick, getting it over with would be much better on for them. shrugging he eyed the woman as he considered the endless options of torture there were. “what’s your name?” he asked her as he moved even closer, till he was standing only a foot away from the two of them. of course, the woman was too overwhelmed with fear that there was no attempt to answer him but he was practicing patience, so he gave her another shot. “your name.” he demanded, lowering his head down a bit as if the intensity of his gaze would comfort her but it seemed to do the trick either way. there she was stuttering and inhaling deeply just to get the first syllable past her lips, eventually getting the whole thing out. “cassandra.” he repeated after her, more naturally of course. “now cassandra, did you come alone?” the smart move would’ve been to lie for whomever it was that she came with but as she stood there, breathing quickly she shook her head. “and what’s their name?” it could’ve been more than one person that she had shown with but all he needed was a single name, one he could’ve extracted from her mind himself but what would be the fun in that? this way, she was just as responsible for them being singled out. when she finally managed to get the name of a male past her lips, killing glanced at lilith, nodding his head in no general direction. “go seek. i’ll look after her.”

there’s an eagerness to her fixated gaze, one in which her temperament is waiting patiently yet itching to spill more blood.  of course the idea of toying with the prey became more amusing than clicking her fingers and causing the humans hiding to drop dead within seconds. the fear? she could practically smell it. all those that were holding in their breath, even closing their eyes were causing a thrill to soar. to begin with she was busy watching her fellow demon, a sparkle of glee in her hues as he’s seeking the female’s name, there’s even a faint childish giggle from her as poor little cassandra spills the name of her companion. it was foolish yet hilarious. at killian’s instruction that she was happy to follow, she moves away from the pair of them. footsteps confidentially fading out of view as she’s calling her targets name. “matthew..” her tone’s eerie as it echoes around the dimmed area. “matty..” she can sense a presence near her, one in which she approaches.. what does she see? a teenager cowering, hands covering their eyes as she’s saying please no--- this causes lilith to pout, inching herself closer her hands reach the human as she feels the being flinch within her touch, tears even begin to fall but as soon as they did? there was an ear piercing scream. one caused by the demon’s abilities to literally rip the females large intestines out. blood now beginning to ooze everywhere as the screaming continues. lilith doesn’t stay, no, she moves away, walking further into the cave and away from the noise she created, she proceeds her search. “matty matty, cassandra wants you.” she’s seeking politely and soon a small laugh escaped as a being stepped out and into her eye-line. p-please d-don’t hurt h-her. where i-is she? trying to downplay her amusement she forces the male to walk towards her with a quick pull action with her favoured hand, he stumbles over the uneven surfaces and falls face down onto the stone. she heard a crack --- one that belonged to the guys glasses breaking, his nose even cracking in the process. “now now, up.” with a small wrist action, he rises. completely out of his own control. for her own satisfaction and knowing matthew would be wanted back in the direction she came from, she become the creator of his broken ankle. his body falling to the ground with a cry for help. “up.” she repeats, literally using the unfortunate human as her own doll, she’s now walking back on herself, dragging him along behind her--- walking or not, she didn’t care, but when she looked back? her eyes met the bloodied face on the ground at her feet, not understanding how she was pulling him along. he was confused. he was praying. praying to a god that didn’t care. “walk with me now, matthew.” she forces him up, keeping her attention on allowing him to walk one foot in front of the other despite the excruciating amount of pain he was in. once they were both back in the company of her favourite knight, she pauses. arm now around the human she had found. looking as if she had hooked the final duck for the biggest prize. “cassie’s been waiting for you.” she whispers in his ear, smiling as poor matthew looks in horror.