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Sam could feel Roxanne's grip around him tighten every time something she didn't like happened. And he understand. There were times when he would accidentally stop stroking, to just listen to the conversation, but every time Roxanne's arm make a sudden move that reminded him that it was there, he continue to rub circles on it. Sam knew that Roxanne was worried, scared, and didn't want Sam to go. Sam didn't want to go. There's no but in this. Just an archangel who wanted to mess with his life so much to prevent him to have enough time for the wedding. When Roxanne was done talking, they were, once again, sitting in uncomfortable silence. The road was the only thing Sam could hear underneath the wheels as they drove on. The whistling wind was also heard because Dean had his window rolled down just barely, but enough to make a loud noise from the outside. Not finding the wind pleasant at the moment, Dean rolled up his window all the way to the top before resting his hand on his lap, using his other one to drive.

When they arrived, Dean made sure to park a block away, to not be in sight. Sam still gotta drink the demon blood, right? Bobby was there as well, with his truck, and it looked like he drove Castiel down there as well when the trench coated man step out of the silver Ford. Sam was at the back of the Impala, staring down at the blood jugs that was resting in the trunk. His shoulders were tense as he could already taste the blood on his tongue. He could already feel the metallic blood rushing down his throat as he helplessly chug down the one thing he was so happily addicted to. Sam sighed heavily and reached for a jug, but when his hand grasped at a bottle, he saw Dean and Roxanne. He didn't want them to watch him as he desperately drink the many jugs of demon blood. "Can you... Turn away or something?" Sam asked, almost sounding like he was pleading. "I don't want you guys to watch this.." That's when Dean realized that he never seen his brother actually drink the demon blood before. He always just found out, never actually seeing the man sink his teeth into a demon and drink him dry. Then Dean remembered that he did see Sam chew his canines inside a woman demon's neck, but he never really got a good view, just the remaining blood that ran down his chin after he was done, and he heard Dean.

But Dean understood what Sam wanted. With a nod of his head, Dean reached a hand over to Roxanne's other shoulder to turn her around. When she was facing in the other direction, Dean placed an arm around her arms and lead her over to where her sister was waiting. Away from Sam. Just as soon as they were gone, Sam was behind the hood, almost as if he wasn't there. Just the top of his head was the only thing Dean could see. But the pop of a lid and the sound of water sloshing around a bottle, Dean could tell that Sam already started. He just wanted to get it over it, but in a way, Sam had to treasure each drop if he wanted to make this work. It was sick that Sam thought this was going to work, but whatever his brother says and believes. Turning to the girls, Dean reassured, "He'll be okay..."

Sam let out a deep breath, one that made his cheeks puff out while doing so, as he looked down at the jug in his hand. With a grimaced expression, Sam squeezed his hand around the lid and listened to it as it popped off. Just as the lid clattered with the ground, Sam's stomach twisted. The smell was stronger now. Maybe to him rather then others because this was his addiction. Sam cocked his head to the side for a split second before straightening up. He was going to do this. His stomach clenched again as he felt his arm just urging him to lift the damn jug and press the top against his lips. The thought of him drinking the cursed thing just made him feel weak and disgusted inside. But yet... Excited.

Sam let out a breath, almost as if he was holding it in for a long time, and hunched over the open trunk, the bottle resting inside while his hands were on the end of the car. He was still out of sight, thank god, he couldn't deem weak at the moment. In front of everyone. Sam let in a sharp intake and grabbed the opened jug, straightening up once again. Without hesitation, since it will make him change his mind, Sam leaned his head back and chugged back the blood. Chugging will prevent him from quickly pulling away because if he did, then the blood would collapse all over his body. So he just chugged.. and chugged.. and chugged. By the time Sam was in the middle of the fourth bottle, having three more to go, he couldn't help but gag at how much blood he just drank and quickly leaned foward to part the jug from his lips. That's when he nearly threw up the blood that was inside of him. Sam was hunched over, a sick feeling to his stomach like when someone drinks too much milk, but he was feeling stronger. His senses were heightened, his powers grew, and he couldn't help but feel his bones shake with anticipation. "I'm fine!" Sam cried out to everyone in assurance, not wanting to let them see this horrid sight. Taking this as a sign to continue, to feed the rush that was coursing through his body, Sam straightened the third time and went back to chugging the blood.

Dean looked over at Roxanne whens he was barking orders at Dean about what to do with Bianca and what they were going to do. Not like Sam hadn't just told him the same thing in the car. But Dean remained silent. In fact, he bowed his head a few times in nodding, that he got the command loud and clear. Ignoring Bianca and her shouting to Sam, Dean sighed heavily. But then he heard the gagging of Sam and grew worried. Turning around, Dean slowly approached the trunk, but before Dean even got a glimpse at Sam, he heard Sam shout back, "I'm fine!" Dean wasn't convince, not even the slightest, but Sam would die of embarrassment if Dean saw his younger brother downing the blood. Hell, Dean wasn't sure if he would like that sight. His baby brother chugging down on the blood that Dean once locked him away to stop. A move that almost killed him. And now he was back there, just drinking more. Dean moved back over to the two girls, Bobby, and Castiel.

Remembering the times that Roxanne refused to tell Bianca and the others what she was going to do, Dean knew that if she was going to tell them what to do, then he was going to do the same. "Roxanne," said Dean, a hint of authority in his tone. "I want you to settle down in a place, an apartment or whatever, and live an normal life. Don't sit in your room, pent on revenge, and learn death spells like that one movie series that you guys made me watch. The one with the nerd, round glasses and the 'z' scar on the forehead. Yeah, that crap. I want you to get a job, live a normal life. Get a job at a diner, or - or as a bartender. Do something active in your life. Cause when I come to visit your a**, you better not be sitting in the dark with 'Everybody Hurts' blasting." Dean sighed heavily before reaching a hand out of his jacket pocket, wrapping it behind her neck, over her blonde hair, and pulled her towards him. When Roxanne was against his chest, Dean let go of her neck and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. His cheek was smushed against the top of her head, but he didn't care. He just wanted her to know that they were there, no matter what. Sure, Dean may be down for a while, a few days, after Sam jumps into the pit but knowing Bianca... She'll make sure to keep his mind off of his brother for a good while. To actually get them to have a normal life. Who knows what it could be: Cookouts, walks to the store, pretending to be sick to be cradled, or even sex. Dean pulled his head away from Roxanne's head and planted a light kiss against her temple, in a brotherly like way.

Sam shut the trunk when he was done, his chest rising and falling in one giant breath in determination. His eyes was rested upon the group that he was about to depart from. Dean parted away from Roxanne, turned around at the sound of his Impala shutting, and saw a now straightened Sam. A feral grin crossed his face when Dean locked eyes with Sam and he saw his brother staring back at him. Game on, b***h. Sam stood tall and boldly until he was side by side with Dean. He was done cowering. Bobby sauntered his way towards Sam and wrapped his small around the taller male, embracing in a hug. Sam hugged Bobby back and sighed deeply, feeling his scruffy beard scratch against his clean cut chin. When Bobby pulled away, Castiel strolled up. "Take care of them, alright?" Sam asked, arching his brows in authority, but almost like a pleading gesture.

"That's impossible.. If they are to be off the radar and they have the angel brand against them, then I cannot find them. Not to mention, I am slowly losing my powers-" But the deep, irritated sigh that escaped from Sam's lips made Castiel look almost nervous. "Oh.. I was supposed to lie, wasn't it? Uh.. Yeah.. Sure.. I'll take care of-"

"Just stop talking." Sam turned towards Dean and the two girls, knowing full well that he couldn't say goodbye to them. They basically been uttering their goodbyes for days now. Weeks, even. If Sam says goodbye to more of the people he loves, then he might as well tell them to get in the cars and let them all drive off with Sam in the passenger seat. With a nod of his head, Sam telepathically told Dean that he was ready. Dean got this bob of his brother's head and returned to gesture, a way of saying that he got what Sam was mentally speaking. After turning to the girls, Dean sucked in a deep breath and said, "Who's ready to crash a Satan party?"

- - -

Sam and Dean walked through the doors first, more like shoved through. There were a lot more demons that they had anticipated, but they didn't stop fighting. Even thought they wanted to reach Lucifer, Sam wanted to make it more believable. Proof that he was here to kill Lucifer, not to let the damn archangel take over his body and use him as a meat suit. Then the girls were shoved into the same room, but instead of turning their heads to their loved ones, the Winchesters kept their gaze on the elephant of the room. Lucifer. He was standing by the window, informing them that most people would think he's really hot, but it's actually the opposite. Dean felt rather proud of himself for recalling that Lucifer was a cold b***h rather than a warm b*****d. Lucifer looked over at the two females and chuckled. "Really, Sam? You'd want to bring your fiancé to see this? Even Bianca? I may just kill Dean right in front of them," said Lucifer before his eyes flickered over to one of the big men who got their hands on Dean earlier. What they did was kick the back of Dean's knee so that it caved in and he fell to his knees. Before Sam could attack, not using his powers yet, he was pulled away by a couple of demons. Dean's dark golden locks were grabbed at while one of his hands were pulled back over his shoulder to make it on the verge of dislocation.

"Now, see, I can't tell if you're wanting to kill me or make me give you a blow job," Dean growled, almost like that phrase, 'Laugh in the face of Death.' But this wasn't Dean's death. This was Sam's disappearance. Sam just growled and shut his eyes, letting a burst of a flash escape from each of the demon's faces. After this burst of red/orange light, the bodies collapsed to the ground, and Dean was free. He knew he was going to be free. "Lucifer, I say yes," growled Sam when all of the guards dropped.

Sam watched as Lucifer just chuckled at Sam's announcement that he'll say yes. Lucifer didn't look like he was going to be sucked into Sam's body anytime soon. That's when his body tense. Does he know? Lucifer let out a content sigh after his laugh and turned to face his vessel. "I'm not stupid," he informed with a proud, smug smile. Dean brushed his arms off, the slap of his hand hitting the clothing heard, and slowly rose up to his feet. No demon was threatening him. Although, his hair was a bit of a mess. Lucifer's eyes twitch over to Dean, a small smile on his face. "Good job, soldier," he said, straightening up like someone from the military would do. After he was done with the puffed out chest act, Lucifer just chuckled some more and slowly stalked towards the group like he had all the time in the world. It was like a predator and the prey. And the group was the prey. Not even pausing in front of the boys, Lucifer just strolled past the open space between the brothers and straight to the blonde in the back. "Hello, Roxanne," he said with delight, drinking her in with his eyes. Grabbing her hand gently, making it so much more scarier than intended, Lucifer started to coax Roxanne's body past the boys and over to where he was standing before. More demons approached the room, ones that Sam didn't kill, and grabbed at Sam's chest. Even more did the same for Dean and Bianca. They knew what Roxanne was to the group. Everyone loved and cared about her, which makes her more precious.

Dean struggled against the hold, but eventually stayed still because when Lucifer was tucking Roxanne's hair behind her ear, he knew what Satan was plotting. Snapping his attention over to the squirming Sam, trying to save his fiancé, Dean hissed at his brother to stop. Sam just turned his head towards his brother and heard him say, "Sammy! They just want to get you pissed! That's all! Remember what we did outside?" It was like Sam just remembered something that he's been desperately trying to remember. And quickly, Sam shut his eyelids and took a deep breath. Sparks escaped from the demons heads and they all collapsed to the ground. When they did, Sam sped up to Lucifer and yanked his fiancé free from his grasp. "Yes, Lucifer. You can possess me. I'll be your meat suit," Sam growled. Dean took this hint and slowly stride over to the couple, slowly and carefully releasing Roxanne from his brother's grasp. Pulling Roxanne towards he and Bianca, Dean bobbed his head towards the blonde as this was going down.

ooc; short post, sorry! But I just learned that when I get home from Archery, I may be rushing out the door to go to my dad's. I should be posting tonight if I bring my laptop, but if not, I am definitely posting tomorrow because we are getting home at 3

Sam stared down Lucifer as he did the same to him. Sam's gaze was rather dark and brooding, determined and scary. However, Lucifer's eyes were beaming with a smug, proud feeling to it, tinted with happiness of his new vessel. Hopefully this one is his real vessel. Of course, Lucifer knew Sam is his meat suit, but he couldn't help but be too sure, right? The archangel scanned the male over when Bianca cried out to just get this over with. That outburst just made the creepy smile return to Lucifer's face as if that's what he wanted. Everyone not as confident as they were when they first entered. That's what he wanted to see from this group. When everyone had their angered eyes on him, Lucifer smirked and glanced to Sam. "You sure you want to say yes, Sam? I mean, I know you are planning on something. You honestly think that you can get by me that you have the four rings that could sent me straight back to -" with a whistle, Lucifer pointed his index fingers to the ground, "-Hell?"

"Yes," said Sam, standing tall. Alright, Lucifer found out his plan, doesn't matter. He has to take the offer to jump Sam's skin because by the look of it, his current vessel was tearing to pieces. Lucifer laughed and said, "Alright. Time for a wrestling match inside your head." With a clap of his fingers, a bright light was seen and the old, crippled vessel of Lucifer collapsed to the ground, lifeless. Then Sam groaned loudly, collapsing to his knees. "Dean.. I can feel him inside of me.." Sam gripped his temples, his stomach aching, his eyes watering. Dean knew that Sam was hurting but they couldn't wait anymore. Dean threw the ring at the wall and uttered the Latin words for the Gates of Hell. When it opened, a gush of wind kicking in inside the room, Dean rushed over to Sam and grabbed his shoulders. "C'mon!" Sam nodded and started his way towards the door, almost there and Dean's grip free of his shoulders. When Dean released his grasp, Sam paused just before the gush of wind and slowly turned around. His expression changed. Darkened, but with a smug smile. "I was just kidding." Turning around, Sam chanted the same Latin words that Dean spoke and received the rings back in his hand, the Gate closed. "It's me," said Sam when he faced back at the three others. "Lucifer." With a wink, he snapped and then was just gone. "DAMMIT!" Dean yelled.

Dean licked the base of his lips when Bianca raised her voice out of pure fear about how Sam can fight this apocalypse thing and fight back to Lucifer inside of him. But Dean never seen an archangel possessing. He never seen a consent man fight back to a vessel he said yes to. It literally requires that man or woman to agree on terms for an angel or archangel to possess them. But then they have to think outside the box here for a second. Lucifer is not just an angel, but an archangel to is supposed to be powerful than a regular pair of wings or black eyes. They can kick around whoever they want without a dime on their name. And Sam was definitely going to be more than kicked around. Dean didn't want to dignify Bianca's false hopes with any comments so he just flashed her a glance. And immediately, he regretted it. He could just feel his features pity her, feel sorrow for the fact that she couldn't see the blinding truth here. But that expression also shifted into sorrow and sadness and self loathing for himself. He saw a weak shot and they took it, all in, without damning the consequences. They needed a Plan B. Fortunately for Dean, he knew just damn well how.

Not uttering a word, in fear that his voice may falter at the fear of the truth, he brushed past the girls and quickly started to make his way outside. Instead of a casual jog, Dean just sped walk with ease, feeling his shoulders grow brooding and his expression harden as he continued his path to his car. Sadly for them, they didn't know where the address of the whole thing was going down. Only one knew. And Dean has the name. As Dean continued his way outside, he can just picture Bobby and Castiel already off to steer clear of what was happening. Good. Dean didn't want blood on his hands if the whole thing goes spiral. As Dean continued to stride to his Impala, chin high, chest out, he planned over his idea in his head repeatedly until he just get sick of it. But he didn't. He never did get tired of his brilliant plan because he would take pleasure in the success. Sure, this thought of demon blood and Lucifer didn't work, but who's to say that maybe Dean's idea wouldn't work. When Dean shoved himself inside his car, he slammed the door shut. At the impact, it almost rocked the car just a tad bit, but he was too pissed to care, to upset, and too sad. When the sisters were inside the Impala, Dean mentally prayed that they wouldn't get caught in the cross fire and turned around.

It took Dean a while of long driving but eventually he arrived at his designated area. Took him until broad daylight, actually. But he managed to park outside of the one and only prophet, Chuck. Dean didn't have time to chuckle at the name of the 'God's prophet' so he just skipped his desire to crack a few jokes and head straight inside. The man didn't even bother to knock. He just strolled inside with a locked jaw and an angered expression. It was obvious that it wasn't in a threatening way - although, some death wishes will be thrown Lucifer's way when Dean see him - but in a way that shows that Dean wasn't messing around. But when he got a glimpse of what the hell happened inside the domain of Chuck, that rage was bottled away for the time being. Stalking inside, Dean let his eyes brush over everything inside the place he been in a few times to recall of his future. Everything was trashed, everything was in a wrecking form, and Chuck was nowhere to be found. Big shocker there. Dean wouldn't be surprise if Lucifer snatched the damn man up to interrogate him of the future. "Chuck?" Dean called, his deep voice breaking the hauntingly silence that filled the air. His eyebrows were raised sky high in curiosity, his mind racing with thoughts that could've happened.

Dean gawked at the mess Chuck's house was in. No doubt something went down in here. But the question would be 'why?' Why would anyone mess with the prophet of the Lord? Dean stepped over broken legs of chairs, a flipped over table, eventually the couch - or what was left of a couch. After Dean was done maneuvering over objects, his eyes set on the next room, the one where Dean caught Chuck typing rapidly in. This was the room where Chuck liked to do his thinking and his story making. But that room was trashed as well. The computer was smashed on the ground, the shattering screen and the glass close together so it was ripped away from the table. Even the glass window was shattered. What the hell happened here is what Dean had to ask himself for the millionth time. Dean continued to look forward, to glance around the room in hopes for that small guy. Where was he when Dean needed him? Dean sighed heavily and admitted defeat, throwing his hands up in the air. "Alright, let's go to our second source: Bob-" Dean was cut off with a scream of Bianca crying out Chuck. And it wasn't the kind of shout that meant to find him and lure him out. It sounded like she actually found him.

Dean cocked his head to the side and started to walk through the doorway he passed seconds ago and found the familiar face of Chuck. A sigh of relief escaped past Dean lips, even if he was getting a scolding from the girls about the use of weapon. When Chuck explained about the angels being hush hush about the location of the fight, Dean could feel his nostrils flare. If that man doesn't tell Dean what he wants because he's not even trying, Dean will literally flip sh*t and lose his cool, no matter who it is. When Chuck explained about the cemetery and what it looks like, Dean had to lower his gaze slightly. Something about that seems familiar. His lips parted barely and he was trying to figure out. "The cemetery.." Dean's eyes fixed on the girls, already meeting their gazes - especially Chuck's. "I know where it is." Dean brushed past Chuck with a pat on his back, casually jogging out to the Impala.

- - -

When Dean found the location of the fight, he could see Sam and Adam standing in the middle of the field. The light was bright now, much rather than when they stopped by Chuck's place. It was easier to see his brothers as they stood there, talking. When their expressions changed, hardened, Dean knew that this was his cue. Dean just grabbed a tape of his and stuck it in the radio, hearing the current music pause abruptly. Soon, the familiar sounds of 'Rock of Ages' by Def Leppard was heard. When the guitar notes were heard, Dean drummed his thumb absentmindedly against the wheel and slowly drove in, a determined look on his face as his jaw squared. It didn't take long for Dean to cruise in, to catch both of the archangel's attention. Stopping the music, Dean got out of the Impala and stood between his car and his opened door, his elbow propped up on the roof while his other one was rested against the top of the opened door. "Late for the party. What'd I miss?" Dean asked, feeling a bitter smirk approach his lips.

To prevent interruption of flow of this RP I will delete this later if you two like. I just want to say that you two must are the pride and joy of this guild. This RP started back shortly after I joined, if I recall correctly. I am so happy to see it is still alive all this time later. This RP is ancient! I am highly impressed with both of your writing ability as you can throw out two paragraphs easy every post. And passing the three thousand post mark is no small accomplishment. I have said it before, but thank you for carrying on the legacy of role playing like this! I hope that the others can learn from you two and keep RPs going longer. As so many of them die off within a week or two! biggrin Thank you so much! biggrin You are a huge encouragement to me as a writer!

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props on passing the three year mark! biggrin