Fic: Wicked Game

Apr 29, 2009 16:27

Fic: Wicked Game (courtesy of Chris Isaak)
Fandom: Supernatural
Spoilers: Seasons 1 and 2 Complete
Rating: Teen
Warning: I am no less bored than I was 2 hours ago

A good laid plan was like chess. It was about following the pattern, the rules, about guidance and control and patience, it was about keeping the pieces in play long enough for them to be of use. Sometimes, it was about waiting ten years, and then twenty more for a plan to come into fruition.

He took Mary Winchester because the mother is the strongest force for protection in a family, and because she was unlucky enough to be there at the moment he needed the child most vulnerable. He didn't want to kill her, the thought that she might be the one to train his champion was thrilling to him. That she might see her own son become…

He would see the anger, violence and vengeance in the father later and rejoice. The man had training and skills and a drive to learn everything the child would need to be taught. Azazel might have guided that learning along, might have taken some risks, but he had burned in the fire of Mary Campbell's eyes. He liked this one.

His son couldn't understand, as they watched the children grow, why he did not take the brother. He had taken the place of carer, a strong protective force, binding the two of them together so strongly they lived in each other's shadows. He tells him he would be no good at chess. It's all about keeping the pieces in play. The father and the brother are some of the most powerful pieces in this child's history; he can't afford to lose them now. Not yet.

His daughter escaped hell in '97. He introduced her to the Winchesters - if not telling her his plan for them - and bade her remember their faces. They were young, the boys, but already frightening to behold in their battle against the supernatural. He had plans to set in place, so he let her watch.

Maybe he left too long between checking in on the Winchester son. After eighteen years of training he wouldn't have wished on his own children he looks in, as he starts his run to the endgame, only to find the boy four years in lea of his training.

He takes the girl's life because he hears Sammy think: "If I can just marry her, I can put that other life, that other family behind me." And then: "The last thing I want is for my children to grow up as hunters."

He needs anger and fire, not this happy, studious man.

His daughter took possession of Meg - frightened, headstrong Meg - in '05, amazed at the speed time passed in this new world and strong now, willing. Later she would prove a useful piece to play, securing the father and drawing the others in. He was guilty to lose her back to hell, but she had played her part.

The death of his son was almost enough to make him lose control, watching horrified out of John's eyes as he fell. The effort taken to smile at Dean and tell him it was alright was monumental. But worth it, in the end - for the delivering line.

He had planned, then, to kill the brother and the father. To prove to the child that he was too weak to save those nearest and dearest to him. To teach him that he was nothing without the power he could offer. In the end he only managed one of two, in a more heavy-handed way than he had planned. But the end result was as he'd hoped.

Driving for that day of glory he had been long imagining, with demons pouring out into the Earth and bring hell Above, had perhaps blinded him to the force that the two brothers were together. The binding strength between them had not been weakened as he had imagined by the father's sacrifice, and reliance on one another simply made them stronger.

The father's inability to live for himself after his wife's death had imprinted these values on his boys - they had to live for something, had to be strong for a cause. Sam had lived for Jess, Dean had lived for John. After their deaths, all the boys had to live for was each other. The circle grew smaller, tighter. Threaten one and threaten both.

He had been disappointed to see Sam fall, his weakness exposed - too reliant on the safety his brother offered him. In those final moments, when he saw his risen-again champion (like his father, like his brother, just can't keep those Winchester boys down); Azazel was afraid.

The pieces were important, and while greatly outnumbered by the black pieces pouring out of the gate, the King stood surrounded by white. In the end, Azazel was taken by his own pawn. The rules of the game broken.

The gun fired its check-mate and the King fell.

spn, fanfic, supernatural

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