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Nov. 2nd, 2011 11:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gavemea_45After Uriel vanishes, Sam angrily shoves the rest of his stuff into his duffel bag, trying to ignore the way the angel's vicious words still ring in his ears.
"Oh, fuck this," Sam mutters, dumps his duffel on the end of the bed, and slams through the bathroom door and into Milliways.
One look at the crowd in the bar is enough to convince him that solitude's the better option. Sam shrugs his jacket closer around him, shoves his hands in his pockets, and heads out the other door in the direction of the lake. There's a path that looks to wind its way into the trees along the shore; he takes that, kicking aimlessly at ground to stir up the fallen leaves in front of him as he walks, brooding over Uriel's words.
"He’s got a point, you know."
Sam's head jerks up at the familiar voice. For a second or two he can't manage a sound; all he can do is stare at Jake Talley, who’s leaning against an oak tree at the edge of the trail ahead of him, idly examining the blade of the knife that he's holding in his hand.
Jake raises his eyebrows. "Cat got your tongue, Winchester?"
Sam's jaw sets, and he meets Jake's eyes with a level stare. "Maybe I just don't have anything to say to you."
"Fair enough, I guess," Jake notes. "After all, I did kill you. 'Course, you turned right around and killed me back, so..."
"You were helping Azazel," Sam snaps at him. "You were gonna shoot Ellen, and oh yeah, you opened the gate, remember?"
Jake sneers at him.
"Look who's talking. How long you been running around with a demon girlfriend, huh? Drinking demon blood? Man, that's just nasty."
"Shut up."
"Why? Can't stand to hear the truth? You been lyin' to yourself, Sam. Guess that's just one more thing we got in common--"
"I said, shut up."
Jake shakes his head, sadly.
"Comes down to it, I think I got the better deal."
Sam's expression tightens further at that.
"Listen. I know how it looks, okay? But I can do this. I've got to do this. I'm making something good out of what that bastard did to us. Someone's got to."
"Whatever, man. You keep telling yourself that." He shoves the knife into the sheath he's got strapped to his thigh and straightens, pushing away from the tree. "Hope it works out for you."
Sam struggles with himself as Jake starts away, walking further down the trail toward the woods. After a short, bitter internal fight, he sighs and calls after him,
"Wait. I don't know how long ago you got here, but there's -- you should probably know that --"
Jake flashes a quick grin over his shoulder at him.
"No problem there, Sam. I was never here in the first place."
"What the--"
Between one step and the next, Jake vanishes. Sam dashes forward, scanning the ground for any sign of his passing; the leaves are undisturbed, without even a single footprint.
There's no trace of Jake Talley.
Or, for that matter, of anyone else at all.
"You so brazenly use the power he gave you."
"You’ve been warned twice now. One word, and I will turn you to dust."
"As for your brother - ask Dean what he remembers from hell."
"Oh, fuck this," Sam mutters, dumps his duffel on the end of the bed, and slams through the bathroom door and into Milliways.
One look at the crowd in the bar is enough to convince him that solitude's the better option. Sam shrugs his jacket closer around him, shoves his hands in his pockets, and heads out the other door in the direction of the lake. There's a path that looks to wind its way into the trees along the shore; he takes that, kicking aimlessly at ground to stir up the fallen leaves in front of him as he walks, brooding over Uriel's words.
"He’s got a point, you know."
Sam's head jerks up at the familiar voice. For a second or two he can't manage a sound; all he can do is stare at Jake Talley, who’s leaning against an oak tree at the edge of the trail ahead of him, idly examining the blade of the knife that he's holding in his hand.
Jake raises his eyebrows. "Cat got your tongue, Winchester?"
Sam's jaw sets, and he meets Jake's eyes with a level stare. "Maybe I just don't have anything to say to you."
"Fair enough, I guess," Jake notes. "After all, I did kill you. 'Course, you turned right around and killed me back, so..."
"You were helping Azazel," Sam snaps at him. "You were gonna shoot Ellen, and oh yeah, you opened the gate, remember?"
Jake sneers at him.
"Look who's talking. How long you been running around with a demon girlfriend, huh? Drinking demon blood? Man, that's just nasty."
"Shut up."
"Why? Can't stand to hear the truth? You been lyin' to yourself, Sam. Guess that's just one more thing we got in common--"
"I said, shut up."
Jake shakes his head, sadly.
"Comes down to it, I think I got the better deal."
Sam's expression tightens further at that.
"Listen. I know how it looks, okay? But I can do this. I've got to do this. I'm making something good out of what that bastard did to us. Someone's got to."
"Whatever, man. You keep telling yourself that." He shoves the knife into the sheath he's got strapped to his thigh and straightens, pushing away from the tree. "Hope it works out for you."
Sam struggles with himself as Jake starts away, walking further down the trail toward the woods. After a short, bitter internal fight, he sighs and calls after him,
"Wait. I don't know how long ago you got here, but there's -- you should probably know that --"
Jake flashes a quick grin over his shoulder at him.
"No problem there, Sam. I was never here in the first place."
"What the--"
Between one step and the next, Jake vanishes. Sam dashes forward, scanning the ground for any sign of his passing; the leaves are undisturbed, without even a single footprint.
There's no trace of Jake Talley.
Or, for that matter, of anyone else at all.
