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likethegunSam sat on the floor of the warehouse, grateful to have found a spot to work where he was unlikely to be spotted. The room was chilly from the air blowing in through the cracked windows, but all of Sam's focus was on the blood-filled cup in his hands.
"I don't know why you're angry. I did follow your orders."
"...no, you told me to go to the island and find a way to get the colt. I'm pretty sure I won't have trouble getting into the Winchester's house now."
"You told me I can't kill Sam. You never said anything about not possessing him."
"It's not risky. I know what I'm doing."
"I had some other business to take care of in California. I'll be back on the island soon."
"Of course I have a plan. And speaking of plans, may I point out that if you want Sam so badly, I can bring him to you with the colt?"
"What do you mean, it's not time yet? You can make it the right time! I don't see why you insist on waiting--"
"Of course I trust your judgment. I just thought it would help."
"...I know. I'll have the colt for you soon, Father. I promise."
As soon as the conversation ended, Sam threw the blood away, letting it splatter across the floor, and tucked the cup into his bag. He gathered up the rest of the supplies he'd been using and took one last look at the mark on his arm. The binding link had certainly been less than pleasant to make - anything involving burning skin always made him a little nauseous - but the end result was perfect. He'd never felt so secure in a body before, and it was an almost pleasurable, safe sensation.
Zipping up his bag, he headed out of the warehouse and back to the road. It was getting late, and after such a successful day, he figured he deserved finding a decent place to crash.
[Establishy, NFB, blah blah y'all know the drill. :D]
"I don't know why you're angry. I did follow your orders."
"...no, you told me to go to the island and find a way to get the colt. I'm pretty sure I won't have trouble getting into the Winchester's house now."
"You told me I can't kill Sam. You never said anything about not possessing him."
"It's not risky. I know what I'm doing."
"I had some other business to take care of in California. I'll be back on the island soon."
"Of course I have a plan. And speaking of plans, may I point out that if you want Sam so badly, I can bring him to you with the colt?"
"What do you mean, it's not time yet? You can make it the right time! I don't see why you insist on waiting--"
"Of course I trust your judgment. I just thought it would help."
"...I know. I'll have the colt for you soon, Father. I promise."
As soon as the conversation ended, Sam threw the blood away, letting it splatter across the floor, and tucked the cup into his bag. He gathered up the rest of the supplies he'd been using and took one last look at the mark on his arm. The binding link had certainly been less than pleasant to make - anything involving burning skin always made him a little nauseous - but the end result was perfect. He'd never felt so secure in a body before, and it was an almost pleasurable, safe sensation.
Zipping up his bag, he headed out of the warehouse and back to the road. It was getting late, and after such a successful day, he figured he deserved finding a decent place to crash.
[Establishy, NFB, blah blah y'all know the drill. :D]
