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Love Fire, Love Destruction	By : Hellhound666 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5
"Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba Sithi uhm ingonyama!" Sam was startled awake as his alarm clock, instead of the simple 'beep, beep, beep', played the first couple of lines of Lion King's 'Circle of life'. Rather loudly.
"Loki! I've told you to stop messing with my alarm!" Sam shouted through the closed door, though he was quite certain he heard Loki's cackle through it.
"Laugh it up you over grown seagull. I will find a way to get back at you for that." Sam mumbled as he got up out of bed. He had been with the aforementioned over grown seagull and Cas for nearly five weeks (and last week, he had woken up to rap; he had almost melted the radio and he had managed to fry Loki's ass a little). He still had not quite managed to make a fireball that could melt steel the size of a marble, though he had managed one the size of a volleyball last night, instead of one's the size of a satellite dish. The guys had managed to get his fire rings almost under control as well, though his morphing abilities still gave him a bit of a headache and nosebleed. However, when the guys had seen the problems Sam was having, they had called in a friend of theirs, a fellow named Crowley. Apparently, he was the King of the Crossroads that Sam had just started feeling.
Few days ago
"So, this the tracking system that's been giving so many a run for their money? And the one who's been slowly picking at my brain trying to find me? You know how bloody painful your little excursion feels after a while Moose?"
"Uh, no, not really, I've never had to find myself obviously. All I know is that I get a headache if I try to cross more than two states. And don't call me Moose."
"Well, Moose, I can tell you here and now, it feels like someone is scraping their fingernails along the inside of my skull trying to claw its way out while, at the same time, someone on the outside is using a jackhammer to get inside. Does that sound particularly fun?"
"You'll forgive me if I don't shed any tears over my causing any demons any pain."
"Lively one, ain't he? Alright Moose, you ever think about what your annoying little ability does to the human host?"
"Oh, you mean some actually keep their host alive? They don't just jump off a cliff so as to silence the other voice?"
"Okay, before you two start World War III in my living room- ow! - alright, alright, our living room, can I ask the two of you to cool it? Don't make me dump a bucket of cold water on the two of you!" Loki said, getting between the two that looked about ready to kill each other. He knew he was standing between two Juggernauts; neither would give so much as an inch without a big bloody battle to mark the occasion.
"So, exactly what is it that the moose is having trouble with that I have to help with?" Crowley asked his only true friends (minus said moose).
Present day
Sam had to admit, though he was loathe to do so, Crowley was a tough but fair teacher. His annoying snarkiness was what had enabled Sam to finally be able to get his fireballs close to their desired size. Crowley was so annoying in his infuriating superiority, that it pushed you to try and show him up. When he had finally gotten a powerful fireball the size of a volleyball, Crowley had admitted his surprise, that the dumb moose had finally managed to begin to get the concept they had been trying to drill into his thick skull. Sam had then punched Crowley, and the snarky git had to admit, it had hurt quite a bit. Today, he was in the gym, trying to improve on his muscle mass and tone.
"So this is where the giraffe goes to blow some steam?" Speak of the snarky devil and his snarkiness shall appear.
"Go away Crowley; I'm trying to figure out why I'm having trouble with morphing."
"Yeah, should be an easy ability to grasp, even for you; you mean to tell me that you never wanted to be someone else?"
"All my life, I've wanted to be anything but a hunter!" Sam said as he pounded the punching bag.
"Well, that's what you don't want to be, but what about being someone else?" Crowley asked as he circled Sam.
"What's the difference?"
"Same thing between what you want and what you need. You want to be human, but you also want to make your daddy proud of you. What you need to do, is let go of everything your father ever told you about what was normal and human."
"I don't give a shit about what he thinks is normal! I told him I thought there were monsters in my closet? He gives me a gun! That is not normal!"
"Neither is being able to create fire out of thin air or being able to teleport according to your father! Don't you see Moose? You're trying so hard to be normal, you're not being true to yourself, who you really are. You need to let go of what everyone wants, and focus on what you need."
"So, I'm so caught up in how my dad, Bobby, Dean, everyone wants me to be normal, that I'm ignoring what I need to do?" Sam asked and Crowley nodded.
"So, what do I need to do?"
"How long did you hide what you were from Jess?"
"It wasn't a question of hiding; she actually was able to figure it out what I was by how I acted."
"And when she found out what you were, did she turn away in disgust?" Sam gave a bittersweet smile at the question.
"No, all she could do was ask what I could do, how strong were my flames, how far could I teleport, why I didn't go around pranking people; she even helped me pick some targets. I'll admit, what I did was nothing compared to Loki; I'm in the minor leagues compared to him, but she always had good ideas. For example, there was this guy who was a real player, a bit like Dean, but a lot more cruel; Dean will have sex, and then leave, he doesn't take a picture of you sleeping and then flash it and your panties around campus. Of course, the first part was done via the internet, so they couldn't tell it was him, and there's no crime or penalty for being a man whore, so there wasn't much anyone could do. Then he started hitting on Jess and I admit I got a little mad; whenever he hit on a woman, he gained a pound in fat, lost a pound in muscle, gained a pimple on his face (starting with a nice big fat one on his nose), and lost an inch in his dick." Sam said with a smirk that Crowley copied
"He gains what he hates and loses what he needs to seduce them; not bad for an amateur. So what happened?"
"When he didn't back off, we did another feature; he lost his hair and gained B.O. No matter for long or hard he showered or how strong the deodorant was, he still smelled like the pig he was. However, what we hadn't anticipated was just how strong his libido was; he tried to rape someone. Thankfully, Jess and I were in the area so we got there before he could do anything; he had second and first degree burns on his body when they found him. It was in the Chem lab so the girl said that after I threw him off of her, he must have knocked over a Bunsen burner that had been left on and was burned that way."
"So, while you were with Jess, you didn't feel like a freak at all?" Crowley said and Sam shook his head before realizing what Crowley was doing; his dad had thought he was a freak, a monster, Jess had thought he was something worth loving. With only minor effort, he changed his features into that of Jess and said
"I think you and her would have gotten along fine; you both can make me think of things I forgot or hadn't thought of before. When I told her of what my dad thought of my powers she told me to fuck what he thinks. What mattered was what I thought about myself."
"And she's right so, what do you think about yourself and your powers?" Sam then shifted into John
"If it ain't human, then it deserves to be destroyed; if it wasn't for Dean hanging around so much, I would have hurled this thing out of the window when it was a baby for killing Mary. The only good thing about keeping it alive is that soon, it'll be able to track Yellow-eyes and I'll be able to kill him. But if I die in the process, I'll make sure to tell Dean to kill the mutt if it gives in to its instincts." John then shifted into Dean
"What can I say? I always wanted a puppy, and Sam is as good as one, 'cept when he disobeys. He needs to learn that dad is always right, that Sam is just a kid and he doesn't know shit. It took a lot of convincing on my part to let me keep him and then he ditches family for college girls and books? And all that shit about dad abusing him? Come on, dad may discipline when necessary, but he wouldn't out and out abuse him, that's nuts, Sam has to be lying. Someone needs to housebreak that dog before it starts thinking its human." Then, Sam attempted to shift back, but he ended up as Bobby instead
"I'm beginning to think that being an idjit is a genetic trait to being a Winchester. John and Dean don't even see what they're doing to that boy and pretty soon, it'll be too late. Sam may have a darkness to him, no denying that, but he's got a lot of good in him too. John and Dean need to look past Sam's powers and abilities and all that they think they know about him, 'cause if they do, I think they'll find a scared little boy that's still looking for his daddy and big brother, not a dog looking for a master." Then, Sam was able to change back to himself and sighed.
"I'd like to think that I have as much right as anybody does to walk around and not constantly be referred to as a puppy or boy. I mean, at least part of my DNA has to be human right? And even if it wasn't, I've never hurt anybody that didn't deserve it! My dad is always going on and on about how things are black and white; the world, nature itself isn't like that! There are many shades and levels of grey. The humans that Tricksters go after are the ones you wish you could go after, but the law says that you can't! Some creatures just want to be left alone, while there are humans who rob and rape and kill, sometimes little kids! Maybe I'm not human and I'll never be my dad's idea of normal, but that does not make me a monster!" As Sam finished, dark blue, almost black fox ears popped out out the top of his head, and nine fox tails sprouted from his tail bone. These too were dark blue, almost black but when Crowley took another look, he saw that both the tails and ears were tipped with dark purple, like storm clouds.
"Looks like Cas and Loki were right; you are a Storm Kitsune." Crowley remarked as he summoned a full length mirror for Sam to see himself in. Sam was shocked at the sight and he touched his tails to make sure they were real.
"I guess I've got a lot more training to do huh?"
"Something even the wisest man on earth knows; there's always something new to learn."
Two more weeks passed after that before the three of them decided Sam was ready for actual 'field training' (i.e. Pranking). He had been a little worried, telling them time and again that he really didn't want to kill anyone. Cas was the one who assured him that he didn't have to kill exactly, he just had to make sure that his target learned their lessons. Loki, in a few instances, had carried his pranks just a little too far, and that was when people died. To start, they gave him an easy target; they took him to the woods, where there lived an old fisherman, who cared very little for others lives.
"You see him sitting in his boat? All he does most days is fish, drink beer in his boat, pollute the lake with his garbage, then leave any fish he doesn't want, on the beach to die of suffocation and be eaten by scavengers. His name is Harry Thompson, he had two kids, one died of influenza, one moved away with his mother, became a Dean at a university, yadda yadda yadda. In short, even if you do accidentally kill the old bugger, nobody will miss him." Loki explained as they stood on their dock on the opposite side of Mr. Thompson's log cabin. Sam could see Mr. Thompson fairly well (another advantage of being a Storm Kitsune; great eyesight) in his boat in the middle of the lake; he was a man in his late forties to early fifties, with brown hair that was starting to turn grey, a strong chin, steely grey eyes that held no kindness what so ever in them, and that lack of kindness was reflected in his face.
"So, what do you want me to do?"
"This is your trial run Sammy; do what you want, just make sure he learns to respect mother nature." Cas said and Sam nodded, telling them that he wanted a few days to learn his target. He followed him around, and saw that he treated others like he treated fish and the lake; lousy and with little dignity. He had seen a girl that was wearing a skirt a little south of the knee, and Thompson called her a hooker. A very nice African-American couple ran a bait and tackle shop in town, and Thompson called them a couple of Coons. Sam had a hard time not wanting to strangle the asswipe (a/n: is that how you spell it? I've never really seen it written down), and also coming up with a suitable punishment for him. Finally, he started out with subtlety; nightmares.
He made it so every night he was haunted by dreams of being left to die in arid deserts with no food and no water. When that didn't seem to get the message across, he made the dreams more specific; he was a fish that either died of suffocation from being on land, or from the pollution he was causing in the lake. While the guy seemed to be a bit shaken over the realistic dreams, he only seemed to get even crabbier over his lack of sleep. Sam knew that if he was being graded, he would be lucky if he was getting a 'D' right now. He still didn't want to enter Loki's level of dealing with impossible people just yet, mainly because he was nervous about hurting Thompson (jerk that he was) beyond repair, like he had the jerk from college. Cas told him that if Sam got really stuck, then they could help him, but he had a feeling it would count against him. He decided to step up his game a little, though going back to level 1 as it were. He made it seem as if the fish were talking to him, telling him to stop polluting their lake, and begging to be put back, rather than being left to die such a painful death. The guy was starting to think he was due for the loony bin, but he still refused to heed the advice. The final straw came when Sam was trying to clean up the lake by swimming in it (definitely not a pleasant experience at all); Thompson had decided to go fishing around that same time and, as usual, when he was done, he dumped his garbage into the lake, an almost full can of beer hit Sam in the head, disorientating him, which was why, even under water, Sam didn't hear the propeller, but he felt it as it ripped through his shoulder blade. Sam's shoulder started bleeding profusely, and he had no way of getting back to shore with how mangled his shoulder was. As Sam fell deeper into the lake, he started to lose consciousness and the last thing he felt was a pair of arms grabbing him by the waist and pulling him upwards. When Sam came to, he was on his bed, his shoulder securely bandaged, and in warm, dry clothes.
"You know, it's OK to hurt the target a little, even if you don't mean to kill them. What is not OK however is the target hurting you!" Loki said and Sam managed to raise himself up a little to look at him and the others standing behind him. What surprised him was that it was Crowley that looked wet, as if he had been the one to save him, but he knew Crowley and he did not get along.
"Before you say anything Moose, I was watching your so-called progress when the boat decided to slice you like a ham and I saw the blood come to the surface. These two idiots weren't around and, knowing they would tear me a new one if I didn't do my job and babysit you, I had to dive in to get you." Crowley said and Sam just nodded before asking
"Couldn't they have teleported to get me faster then you could swim?" Loki could sense trouble brewing so, once again, he tried to diffuse the situation.
"Never mind; Sam, I don't think you're getting through to this guy. You're shaking him up, but you're not making him learn his lesson!"
"I'm trying to do this without killing him! But, as you said, he obviously isn't getting the message. I have one last act to try, before I try something that could get him killed. Hell, even this might get the bastard killed!" Sam explained as he stood up, his shoulder hurt like a bitch so he focused on healing it; he wasn't terribly good at healing, but he could at least remove some of the discomfort. That night, he set his plan in motion; he approached the guy as he came back from dinner.
"What do you want, kid?"
"I want you to stop over fishing the lake and I want you to stop polluting it; you're ruining it for everyone else; Almost 40 years ago parents brought their children down here to play in this lake. Now however, thanks to your polluting, the new parents are afraid their kids will get sick or hurt from swimming in this lake."
"Who's going to make me? A punk kid like you?"
"You know, that's your third biggest problem; you judge people by their first appearance, you never take time to actually know them or their stories. That girl you called a hooker? Her family doesn't make much money, so she has to make her clothes last for as long as they can, which means that skirt was from three years ago, before she had a growth spurt, when the tip of the skirt reached below her knee, rather than above it. The couple who run the bait and tackle shop? Her great grandmother was killed for a crime she didn't even commit! And his father was killed by the KKK all because he was a, as you call them, coon. Then, there's me; I went to Stanford on a scholarship, had a great average, one hell of a beautiful girlfriend, and you call me a punk."
"This going somewhere college boy?"
"Clean up your act before it goes any farther."
"I don't take threats from punk kids like you!" Thompson shouted as he pushed Sam down, making Sam land on his bandaged shoulder, causing the pain to shoot up again. Then Sam's powers took over, making him look like a giant Koi fish, and a lot of fish came out of the lake, marching on their tails.
"I told you to respect others, but no, you wouldn't listen! You disrespect everyone and everything you come into contact with! Your wife, your kids, other people, even the Earth itself! If you refuse to show the respect due to others, then why do you deserve any respect?" Sam's voice sounded gurgled, as if he really was a creature from the depths of the lake, come up seeking revenge.
"Who... What are you?" Thompson asked as the smaller fish surrounded him.
"I am the guardian of the lake whose shoulder you slashed with your propeller while trying to clean your mess today! I am the guardian of the waters that you have been mucking up with your garbage, making it hard for us to breathe! I am the guardian of the fish that you've been over fishing for no reason and leaving to die on these very beaches! I am the one who has been trying to teach and help you with your dreams, but since you do not wish to learn the easy way, you shall learn the hard way!" As Sam spoke, the other fish swarmed all over Thompson, dragging him into the lake. They kept him under just long enough that he passed out, and they brought him back on land. When he came to, he saw Sam, still a catfish, standing over him.
"This is your last warning; either respect others, especially mother nature, or next time we will not let you come up for air!" The guy screamed and ran for his truck. He landed in a mental institution, always talking about a giant fish that was trying to kill him; he's in charge of the gardens and little ponds with Koi fish as part of his therapy.
"Well, done Sammy! That was superb!" Cas said as Sam returned to his normal form, feeling a little dehydrated and tired.
"Not to mention funny!" Loki said as he and Crowley both came into sight as well.
"And you even managed to do it without killing him; bonus points." Crowley added with a smirk.
"I don't really understand what happened; when the pain became too much, I guess instinct took over. How did I do?" Sam asked as he looked at his 'evaluators'.
"A little slow to start off, but that shouldn't really count against you, however, the slash on your shoulder sadly does; you're supposed to hurt him, not the other way around. But, points for creativity, always, so you'd get an 'A', though, as Crowley stated, bonus points for not killing him, so, 'A+' kiddo! Though don't let it go to you're head; you still have a few more trials before you are a fully fledged Trickster!" Loki said with a laugh as he and the others all disappeared from the lake.
A/N: Well, there you have it, Sam's first official prank as a Trickster. Now, as a gift to everybody, especially LuciLucifer (great name by the way) you, the audience, can help me come up with ideas for jerks that Sam needs to punish to become a Trickster! Now, I know a few of you want John and Dean to be victims for how they treated Sam, and they will be, just not in the next chapter. In the meantime, come up with some ideas and I'll think them over, see if I can use them. Don't be afraid to post your ideas, there's no such thing as a bad idea!
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