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[justasaleswoman]

Crossroads are funny things.

Most people pass through them all the time, and don't think anything of it. It's just a place betwixt and between, on the way from here to there, a place with left hand turn that's a bitch during rush hour, shops on the corners and a light that always stays red too long and green too short.

Nothing remarkable about them at all, really.

Unless, of course, you know how to use them.

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[gavemea_45]

He almost can't hear her over the sound of the sudden hollow ringing in his ears.

No. No. That can't-- this was supposed to be it, Dean was going to be safe--

Sam is barely aware that he's lowered the Colt.

"Then who's your boss? Who holds the contract?"

[justasaleswoman]

"Someone you will probably like even less than you like me, darling, should you ever have occasion to meet."

[gavemea_45]

Anger washes through him, blurring the edges of his vision with white.

"I said, who is it?"

[justasaleswoman]

"I'm not at liberty to say.

"I'm sorry, Sam. I can't help you. There's almost no one who can.

"Not this time."

Dean's made this bed for both of them.

They're just gonna have to lie in it.

[gavemea_45]

He wants to believe she's lying.

He's absolutely certain she's not.

But just in case...

Sam swallows once, hard, studying the dark-haired figure of the woman in front of him--

(collateral damage)

--then lets out his breath in a sigh as he raises the Colt, aims, and fires a round straight through her forehead.

[justasaleswoman]

Her eyes go very wide, and there's a final sharp intake of breath, from one or both of the women he has just killed.




He actually--




Sam Winchester actually--

[gavemea_45]

He lowers the gun and watches in silence as the light crackles and burns inside the mortal shell of flesh and bone, destroying the demon who'd called herself Verity.

You shouldn't have touched my brother.

The body collapses to the ground.

Sam stares down at it for several long moments before he sighs and turns away, toward the Impala.

There's salt and gasoline in the trunk, of course; there always is.

It'll be more than enough to take care of the body.