help an angel finally roped me into this!! xposted at D_P

[sampathy]

Okay, I'm-- I'm glad that you picked me up? I think? I mean, it's kinda flattering, if not . . . way suspicious and creepy. Okay yeah, mostly--mostly creepy. I mean, you know my life--this is what the bad guys do. Pluck me up and string me up like a puppet. So, great. It's good to know where we stand.

But as much as I don't like you, you . . . really need to step off the marathon train. Just back away. You are too emotionally compromised to deal with my shit. When just seein' me walking through my coma forest with Bobby gets you? You need to calm down.

And let's keep the "evil plans" at zero, alright? Your head's a big place, and I don't wanna have to burn too many boxes you got packed in this empty manor. Memories, emotions--don't think that'd feel too good. And believe me, I'm very good at setting things on fire.

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[dust_of_life]

Not to get zen master on you, Gorgeous, but fire is a cleansing force. For all you know, that's exactly what they want you to do.

Just saying.

[sampathy]

[he smiles at "gorgeous" and shifts his weight. yeah even being as cute as this, he still doesn't quite know how to respond to that]

Point. She's got a thing about fire, though. Figured it'd be a good last resort. But uhhh . . . maybe I won't purify her head afterall.

Wha' do you propose I do?

[dust_of_life]

[Too, too cute. She smirks slightly, a bit of a knowing gleam in her eyes.]

To be perfectly honest, my philosophy is just to steer into the skid.

[sampathy]

[hoo boy. he slides his fingers into his jean pockets]

I kinda like having a plan. I'm not really a "take it as it comes" kinda guy. But that's a pretty good philosophy.

[dust_of_life]

I know, Gorgeous.

[She catches herself and shakes her head. The multiverse can be a real bitch sometimes.]

I mean, you just say to the mun-thingy, "Sure. You can send me to a game or whatever. But I'm going to break it."

[sampathy]

[he figures that "I know" is about her philosophy. otherwise, he'd be suspicious]

Heh, yeah uh . . . I'm not really lookin' to break other worlds. I think I've broken mine enough.

[dust_of_life]

[Close call, but Fatima tends to be careless with her words. It probably stems from pretty much always believing that she's about to die horribly.

Ah, the vampire hunter's life.]

The first prerogative of a prisoner is escaping. Barring that, it's making the kidnapper's life a living hell.

You can quote me on that.

[sampathy]

[well, she's most certainly charming. he huffs a short laugh]

Yeah, I'll be sure t' do that. But somethin' tells me being boring would be more Hellish than ruining everyone else's lives, too. As much fun as breaking it sounds.

[dust_of_life]

Oh, I never said anything about "boring," Gorgeous.

No. The multiverse is anything but. It's...

[Her eyes get a little dull now...]

Mercurial. Violent. Cruel. Innocent people get hurt. Awful people live like kings. You try to reach out, to form human connection. Only to have it ripped away from you.

And then you think the multiverse is being kind and returning someone to you...and he doesn't even recognize your face or remember that you exist.

[sampathy]

. . . I'm-- I'm sorry, do I know you?

[dust_of_life]

[Her eyes flash back to life.]

No. No, it's...

[A forced laugh follows. She always prefers making jokes to dealing with things.]

Believe me, I'm memorable. You'd know it if you did.

It's just that...you don't know me. But I...know you. The multiverse...does that. Sometimes. A lot, actually.

[sampathy]

Oh. Well. That . . . sucks. [he grimaces. wow Sam do you even listen to yourself? oh, great. even when Lucifer's not around, Sam fills in for him. he shakes his head]

I hope you can find your Sam. I mean, the Sam you know. We . . . have a tendency to pop up when you least expect it, sometimes.

[he figures she's another woman he's met and bonded with on a hunt, so he doesn't sound particularly convincing. when he comes back, those women die]

What's uh, what's your name?

[dust_of_life]

[That one hurts a little. But it's a valid question.]

Fatima Merali. Los Angeles, 2009.

[The multiverse equivalent to "name, rank, serial number." She just says it automatically at this point.]

[sampathy]

[he nods, and he'll refrain from saying "nice to meet you." may as well not make this worse]

Fatima. That's a beautiful name. [Sam you're not helping. he clears his throat] Uh, you're definitely . . . a ways back from my time. I'm from 2012.

[or thereabouts. what even is time]

[dust_of_life]

It's okay. Last time I met you boys, you thought it was 2006 and Dumbass thought it was 2014 and we all needed to die.

I, uh, know your brother too.

[sampathy]

[he's chuckling about the nickname, right up until] Die? Wait, why did Dean want us to die?

[dust_of_life]

Uh, at the risk of getting into your "weird territory," Gorgeous...

He thought you were Satan and I was a--to quote--vampire demon bitch.

[sampathy]

Damn. But I would never-- Wait. [cautiously:] Why did he think you were a vampire?

[dust_of_life]

I'm wise.

Vampire hunter. Well, reformed. But I still carry around stakes and a crossbow.

[And...what the hell? It's not like any Sam she's met so far has objected before.]

And I was raised by vampires, partly, after my mother died. Although how he found out about that is beyond me.

[Probably Cas after a bender...]

[sampathy]

Y'know, that would've surprised me a lot more a few weeks ago. [but now he knows there are vampires with friendly human bonds. well, at least one: Benny] Dean has a way of finding out secrets at the worst possible time. It's practically scripted at this point.

[and because he can't help himself--] It's good you know the difference between good monsters and bad.

[dust_of_life]

[She smiles wryly. It was a hard-learned lesson. And she made a lot of mistakes along the way.

At least thirteen.]

Yeah. Well, unfortunately, your brother saw monsters everywhere.

There was a whole lot of shooting and swearing and fire involved. Messy situation that just got more complicated.

[sampathy]

Yeah, that . . . sounds like Dean. Sorry. You may be glad t' know he's gotten much better at not shootin' at shadows lately. Well, shadows that won't strangle you at night. And actually a few years back from his time? God--sorry, our lives are weird.

So . . . [he smirks playfully, the smile lopsided] Since you're standing here, I'm gonna say you were too much for 'im.

[dust_of_life]

Well, I'd chalk two of his three attempts on my life to his ineptitude and my...you know...amazingness.

The time he tried to set me on fire, you intervened. So I'm in your debt there, Gorgeous.

[A small pause. And she winces slightly.]

In the interest of full disclosure, I did break his nose once. Well after his attempts. Cas fixed it.

[sampathy]

Oh, it's-- Don't worry about it, no debt required.

[then his brows rise, and the corners of his lips curve down as he nods]

Payback. Well, that's alright, he deserved it. Women he hasn't tried to kill have done worse.

[dust_of_life]

Why is it that that doesn't surprise me? I mean, he has all the makings of a real lady killer.

[sampathy]

He is definitely that. He doesn't usually uh, actually kill the ladies unless he's sure they're dangerous, though. The Dean I know, he has plenty of reason to not judge someone based on a few vampire friends. So I really don't . . . know what was up with him. I mean, DeLorean Dean.

[dust_of_life]

some people are just looking for a fight. Believe me, I know.

[sampathy]

Yeah. I just--sorry, you don't wanna hear it. I find out shit like this, I feel like I gotta stand up for him a little, y'know?

[dust_of_life]

Of course I know. He's your brother.

I may be an only child, but I do get that.

[sampathy]

You're lucky you don't gotta deal with an ass like Dean for a brother, then.

[dust_of_life]

I dealt with him plenty, Gorgeous.

He mattered to you. So he mattered to me.

[sampathy]

[he frowns. oh no] I'm--I'm sorry, but. Why?

[dust_of_life]

Do I need to spell it out? I don't call you "Gorgeous" for nothing.

[sampathy]

[he shifts his weight wryly] I was . . . kind of hoping you were just really friendly.

[dust_of_life]

I'm really not. Sorry, I guess.

[sampathy]

No, I'm-- I just know relationships with me . . . don't end well. You deserve better than this. . . . Whole situation.

I'm sure I was a really lucky guy to have you. [and the words are weak as fuck, but the emotion behind it is 100% genuine]

[dust_of_life]

You know what I told you when you said that to me? I don't sit at the kiddie table of life. I can take care of myself.

[sampathy]

[a short chuckle as he ducks his head. when he lifts it, he's smiling, but it doesn't reach his eyes] Yeah, I should've expected that. From me and you.

[dust_of_life]

Anyway, I saved your ass the day we met.

[howdysam]

I'm sorry, what was that? All I heard was, "Golly Mister, it'd be a lot of fun if you would string me up like a puppet."

[ Do you see this? Yellow eyes can make a puppy face. Be impressed, Sam. ]

[sampathy]

[Sam is not impressed. he is the OPPOSITE of impressed]

Funny, because I think I've had more than enough. Didn't we kill you already?