Samial - SN fic - PG13

[tigriswolf]

Title: Samial
Fandom: SN
Disclaimer: not my characters.  just for fun.
Warnings: AU; spoilers for pilot
Pairings: mentions of John/Mary
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1145
Point of view: third
Notes: "Samial" is my version of The Demon.  Somewhere(I don't remember where) I heard or read that Satan used the name at one point.  
Dedication:  tru_faith_lost

 The day he was born, Grandmommy made him the necklace. She collected a teaspoon of her blood, a tablespoon of her tears, and a pint of rainwater. She mixed them all together and then poured them into the mold.

She handed it to Daddy three days later and said, “Give it to him on his twentieth birthday. And make him swear to never take it off.”

-

John hands the charm to him at noon on a Friday. Doesn’t look him in the eye. Just says, “Here, son. Your grandmother wanted you to have this.”

Dean takes it warily and studies it. He knows he recognizes it, just can’t place it.

“Never take it off,” John throws over his shoulder as he leaves for another hunt.

Sam gives him the leather strap later that night and they settle in to watch TV.

-

Dean never takes it off. For almost eight years. 

-

Grandmommy didn’t tell Daddy what the necklace was, and Mommy never knew about it. Grandmommy would have made Sammy one, too, except she died the month before he was conceived. 

-

Samial visited him the night he was six months old. Visited and talked and stared. Would have cursed, but for a golden charm hidden somewhere in the house.

If he didn’t have a schedule to keep and others to visit, Samial would have found that charm and burned it before too much time passed.

But he got distracted, poor thing, and had to wait four years.

-

Sometimes, Samial thinks it was better that way. Other times, he wishes the firstborn had been his from the start. 

-

Three weeks shy of his twenty-eighth birthday, Dean gives the necklace to Sam.

-

Across the world, in a six-month-old’s nursery, Samial turns. Smirks. And the baby laughs as he vanishes into mist. 

-

Grandmommy knew what she was doing. Too bad she never shared. 

-

Sam asked, “Why are you giving me this?” as he held the charm in his hand. Now that it was away from his brother, he could feel the power of it.

Dean shrugged. “With everything that’s happening, you need it more than me.”

-

Grandmommy had meant to make two, but the child had to have a heartbeat for it to work. There had to be something to tie the magic into, the magic of blood and tears and nature itself.

Grandmommy looked down from Heaven, holding her daughter’s hand tight, and sobbed.

-

Samial waited until they were asleep to enter, just like over two decades before. The charm had already started to cancel out his Gifts and he knew he needed to move quickly.

He’d always wanted the firstborn, but that damned witch—

And the boy’s hazel eyes shot open.

“You.”

-

Twenty-four years and the golden eyes never left him. Always stared at him, studied him, mocked him.

Asked him if he thought he could escape for long.

Twenty-four years and his hazel eyes always said, Yes. 

-

It finally came for him and Sammy slept on.

-

He hears Grandmommy singing and Mommy joining in and Daddy saying over it all, Take your brother outside as fast as you can! Don’t look back! Now, Dean, go!

He hears a storm break and thunder roaring and the snap of lightening, but he can’t see at all.

He’s almost glad, in a way. The scent of sulfur and blood is strong—not being able to see or feel makes it a whole lot easier.

-

Grandmommy sang a spell into the charm. It was protection, for as long as Dean wore the necklace, and before. 

It would protect him until he put it on, and then until he took it off.

Grandmommy had a grand idea, truly, but her execution was a bit flawed.

-

Even if Dean had known the depth of power in his necklace, how much it protected him, he still would have given it to Sam. 

He’d have just given it a hell of a lot sooner.

-

Samial smirks down at the boy and holds out a hand. The firstborn looks over at his brother, still sleeping, and then back at Samial. 

“He is protected,” Samial says softly, “but his children will not be. Come with me now and I’ll leave your family alone forever.”

“Anyone of my blood? Anyone who marries in?” Dean asks and Samial nods.

“I swear, dear boy. And though I may kill, torture, and maim—I do not lie.”

-

When Sam wakes up, Dean’s gone. Words hang in the room, though—It’s for the best, Sammy. Forgive me. I’m so, so sorry. 

Sulfur and blood mingle and Sam spends ten years searching every dead-end trail in the world.

He never takes off the necklace. Along with the Impala and the leather jacket, it’s all that’s left of his brother.

-

And Sam can’t believe that Dean left voluntarily. Leaving behind all weapons? The Impala? After having been abandoned by Dad and Sam, Dean would never leave without a word. 

But ten years down the road, ten years of hunting alone and becoming better than Dad ever was, ten years of the open wound on his soul bleeding out, he turns and there Dean stands.

Older. Harder. Wearier. But still Dean in a way that burns.

“You have to stop now,” Dean says softly. “You can’t look anymore.”

Sam wants to embrace his brother so much it hurts, but he knows he can’t. “Why?” he asks instead and knows his voice says it all.

“Because you need to move on. Live your life, Sammy.” His eyes are suspiciously bright and Sam holds back his own tears. “Swear to me you’ll live the life you wanted before I pulled you back into this mess,” Dean begs.

Sam closes his eyes and turns his head to the side. He knows when he looks again, Dean’ll be gone. “I swear,” he whispers.

-

It isn’t until five more years pass he fully settles down. Marries a blonde with hazel eyes, has two kids and a dog. 

He doesn’t name either of them any family names at all.

-

Sam researched the charm. He thinks someone might have whispered the words on the night air, but he isn’t sure. He makes two of them. 

-

Dean gave up a lot for him, but Sam just needs to be certain. 

-

If I become what we hunt, Sammy, end me. 

Dean… what if I can’t?

You have to.

Would you for me?

… in a heartbeat. 

-

“Liar,” Sam says to the room.

-

The day he was born, Grandmommy made him the necklace. He wore it nearly eight years, till the day he died.

His little brother wore it for fifty more years and it was buried with him.

Grandmommy and Mommy and finally Daddy and Sammy waited for him to come home, but he knew he never would.

-

Samial claimed him the night he was six months old and Samial never lets go.

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