Forged by Fire Prologue/?
Title: Forged by Fire
Author: mlebayre
Genre: General
Characters/Pairings: No Pairings, Dean and Sam, some other folks.
Rating: R
Spoilers: This is an AU. I've taken canon and events from all seasons, but they are more references than spoilers.
Notes: In this verse Sam never dies, so Dean never makes his deal.
Summary: Apparent mistaken identity lands Sam in prison, leaving Dean on the outside struggling to free his brother. Prison isn't a good place for a hunter especially when not all the inmates are human. Locked in a cage, Sam clings to the edge of sanity and discovers Abaddon has a fan. Next in the Two Souls Verse.
Series: Two Souls Verse
Disclaimer: Not ours,just borrowing from Kripke.
Many thanks to sendintheklowns who was my winning bidder at Kazcon 2009. She asked for another fic in the Two Souls Verse and Sam in prison. What a great idea! Thank you to my wonderful betas, Anickamarie, deej1957 and ajcaddick. Amazing art by thruterryseyes and the incredible vid is by kumaproogey thank you so much to both of you!
It came out of the home of demons and roamed the land when the first few primitive, ruddy skinned humans trekked down from the colder northern pole cap and started to settle in the wild, rugged mountains. The area would later be known as Black Hills. The name was bestowed on that piece of land because of the way dark evergreens made it appear black from the distance. The demon thought it fitting. It swept across the land, from time to time igniting it with its special gift. Delight filled it when the great flames swept over the land, burning out the old, creating the new.
A second group of people, how it hated those beings and wanted nothing more than to burn them from the land, these with paler skin moved across the land eventually. There were wars and wrath between the two groups of humans, much to the demon’s entertainment. Despite its best efforts and the warnings of the first people, the lighter skinned ones settled on the land. The land belonging to a demon.
It dug in, staking out a plot and curling into the ground, claiming it, owning it. Whatever people stupid enough to stay there would belong to it, as would their descendants, forever. It had been in this corner of the world, come to be known as South Dakota, far longer and it owned that land. It came to know a man, Charles McCreedy, who lived on its land along with his wife, Michelle Redding. It tainted her seed, their seed, and all the seeds of all their generations to follow. It embedded in their plot of farmland and stayed.
It followed their son, popping in and out until he was caught by the humans and incarcerated hundreds of miles from the patch of land. Prison turned out to be a boon for the demon. It ruled via the man, keeping his body going long after it would have stopped. Mending it and through it lording over other creatures in the place called prison.
Stories of demons and possessions abound in this land, the demon’s land, yet it never feared. When they got too close it reached out and swept the land with fiery blades, clearing it and burning away as much of the human taint as possible.
Other humans eventually followed the farmers, they settled in a hidden town, Haven. They were men on horses and later gas powered machines who called themselves hunters and tracked down demons, worked to eradicate them from the land. They had names like Colt, Campbell, Turner and Elkins. Later there were names like Singer, Wendell, Winchester and Murphy.
Sometimes it would spend weeks or months on its patch of land, burning away those people unfortunate enough to be caught in its grasp, helped by some of its tainted ones, descendants of Redding and McCreedy.
Then one fateful day the demon was offered a truly wonderful prize. One of them, one of the hunters, nothing more than a boy really, wandered into its trap. Abaddon, demon of fire, wrapped its flaming fingers around the boy’s chest, squeezed hard and held on tight.
Author: mlebayre
Genre: General
Characters/Pairings: No Pairings, Dean and Sam, some other folks.
Rating: R
Spoilers: This is an AU. I've taken canon and events from all seasons, but they are more references than spoilers.
Notes: In this verse Sam never dies, so Dean never makes his deal.
Summary: Apparent mistaken identity lands Sam in prison, leaving Dean on the outside struggling to free his brother. Prison isn't a good place for a hunter especially when not all the inmates are human. Locked in a cage, Sam clings to the edge of sanity and discovers Abaddon has a fan. Next in the Two Souls Verse.
Series: Two Souls Verse
Disclaimer: Not ours,just borrowing from Kripke.
Many thanks to sendintheklowns who was my winning bidder at Kazcon 2009. She asked for another fic in the Two Souls Verse and Sam in prison. What a great idea! Thank you to my wonderful betas, Anickamarie, deej1957 and ajcaddick. Amazing art by thruterryseyes and the incredible vid is by kumaproogey thank you so much to both of you!
Click to viewIt came out of the home of demons and roamed the land when the first few primitive, ruddy skinned humans trekked down from the colder northern pole cap and started to settle in the wild, rugged mountains. The area would later be known as Black Hills. The name was bestowed on that piece of land because of the way dark evergreens made it appear black from the distance. The demon thought it fitting. It swept across the land, from time to time igniting it with its special gift. Delight filled it when the great flames swept over the land, burning out the old, creating the new.
A second group of people, how it hated those beings and wanted nothing more than to burn them from the land, these with paler skin moved across the land eventually. There were wars and wrath between the two groups of humans, much to the demon’s entertainment. Despite its best efforts and the warnings of the first people, the lighter skinned ones settled on the land. The land belonging to a demon.
It dug in, staking out a plot and curling into the ground, claiming it, owning it. Whatever people stupid enough to stay there would belong to it, as would their descendants, forever. It had been in this corner of the world, come to be known as South Dakota, far longer and it owned that land. It came to know a man, Charles McCreedy, who lived on its land along with his wife, Michelle Redding. It tainted her seed, their seed, and all the seeds of all their generations to follow. It embedded in their plot of farmland and stayed.
It followed their son, popping in and out until he was caught by the humans and incarcerated hundreds of miles from the patch of land. Prison turned out to be a boon for the demon. It ruled via the man, keeping his body going long after it would have stopped. Mending it and through it lording over other creatures in the place called prison.
Stories of demons and possessions abound in this land, the demon’s land, yet it never feared. When they got too close it reached out and swept the land with fiery blades, clearing it and burning away as much of the human taint as possible.
Other humans eventually followed the farmers, they settled in a hidden town, Haven. They were men on horses and later gas powered machines who called themselves hunters and tracked down demons, worked to eradicate them from the land. They had names like Colt, Campbell, Turner and Elkins. Later there were names like Singer, Wendell, Winchester and Murphy.
Sometimes it would spend weeks or months on its patch of land, burning away those people unfortunate enough to be caught in its grasp, helped by some of its tainted ones, descendants of Redding and McCreedy.
Then one fateful day the demon was offered a truly wonderful prize. One of them, one of the hunters, nothing more than a boy really, wandered into its trap. Abaddon, demon of fire, wrapped its flaming fingers around the boy’s chest, squeezed hard and held on tight.