The Fall

[borgmama1of5]

Title: The Fall

Author: borgmama1of5
Summary: The worst day of Samuel Campbell's life
Wordcount: 800

Genre/pairing: gen, none

Spoilers: through 6.01

Rating: G

Disclaimer: Waiting for Santa to deliver...

For the spnquotefic :

1.20 Dead Man's Blood
BETH: Poor Mr. Elkins lives all alone up in the canyon. Same seat every day, goin' through his papers, makin' his little notes. He's a nice old man. He's just a nut.

He remembered it all, God help him, all of it.
 
He'd been in the garage, checking on his arsenal, when he'd heard a noise. He'd turned to see a nondescript middle-aged man in a brown suit.
 
"Can I help you?"
 
"Why, yes you can, Samuel."
 
He knew, even before the man's eyes turned yellow, that he was in serious trouble, and he fired the gun he'd been checking without thinking, just reacting.
 
But it was too late. Even as the man's body collapsed, blood flowing from the bullet holes, a sulphurous black cloud surged from its mouth and forced itself into his body...
 
And he knew evil controlled him. Samuel struggled against it but he was restrained as thoroughly as he was used to doing to the things he hunted. The demon -- for that's what it was -- murmured mockingly as Samuel strained to free himself.
 
"Ah, Samuel, Samuel," its voice whispered, "you need to relax and enjoy the show. I'll let you watch, keep your mind off your problems. This should be interesting. And educational."
 
His body strolled back into the kitchen and paused by Deanna, who was stirring the supper cooking in the stainless steel pot.
 
"Umm, smells good," he heard himself say, and he used a spoon from the counter to dip out a sample of Deanna's special chili.
 
"You just wait till it's done, like everyone else," Deanna mock-scolded him. One hand went to her cheek and turned her head to him. Samuel screamed at her in his mind, "It's not me!" but the demon bent forward and kissed his wife on the lips, the initial peck becoming infused with promise until Deanna pulled away. "If you distract me, it's going to burn," she said with a little smile.
 
"Deanna!" he screamed again.
 
"Not bad, for an old married couple," the demon said to him. "I hope there's time to follow up on that later."
 
"Bastard! You leave my wife alone! You get out of my body now!"
 
"Or what, Samuel? I really don't think you're in a position to threaten me with anything right now. But it's okay, I don't plan on staying long. Just long enough to have a little discussion with your daughter."
 
"You leave Mary alone, you son of a bitch!"
 
The demon chuckled.
 
Samuel seethed and struggled throughout dinner, fruitlessly, as the thing possessing him carried on with his wife and daughter as though everything was perfectly normal. How can you not see, he screamed at them. Uselessly.
 
And then that new hunter Dean came back with The Colt, and Samuel felt the demon's excitement ramp up as Dean told the bizarre story of being Samuel's grandson from the future, back to warn about what was going to happen. Samuel couldn't even fully grasp what the man was saying as he was consumed with the losing battle to control his own body while the demon played cat and mouse with Dean to try and get its hands on the gun ... until it gave up trying to be clever and just flung his grandson to the wall.
 
He felt the thing's smugness as it dismissed Dean's threats to kill it.
 
Then suddenly it turned on Deanna and oh, god, no ...
 
For a while Samuel was lost in the blackness even as he knew the demon was moving his body about. It wasn't until the penetrating thrum of the demon's pleasure at seeing his daughter that Samuel returned to full awareness.
 
Nononononono ...
 
He was jibbering as the thing used his hands to snap John Winchester's neck before Mary's eyes. Samuel saw the horror as she realized what was happening, who he was now.
 
Pain shot through him but it was a level removed from reality as the thing shivved his body while offering Mary a deal.
 
Don't take it, Mary. Even as the bastard was using his mouth to debauch his daughter, it mocked Samuel by sharing its pleasure in the perversity.
 
Absolute despair at seeing his baby take the devil's terms.
 
Then ...
 
Regaining awareness that he was still on the ridge. Except, it was wrong. The trees were different -- taller. There was no car, no bodies, no Mary.
 
"Samuel Campbell. Welcome back." The aristocratic voice behind him reignited his hunter's reflexes, sent him whirling even as he reached for the weapon he didn't have.
 
"My name is Crowley. And I think I can help you find something -- or someone -- that you are looking for."

Comments

[brokaw22.livejournal.com]

Very interesting, and well done.

[borgmama1of5.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

I surprised myself by writing about Samuel!

[laurie-ky.livejournal.com]

For somebody who likes to be in charge as much as Samuel does, it most have been horrific when he was taken over by the demon. I enjoyed reading what was going on in his mind.

I'm confused by the prompt, though.

Laurie

[borgmama1of5.livejournal.com]

The reference to crazy old man made me think of Samuel...I admit it's a bit of a stretch, but that's where it took me. I never would have written about Samuel otherwise.

[fannishliss.livejournal.com]

yay! I'd love to see you write about Samuel more. I'd love to see what he's thinking right now, show time. Not enough fic out there re Samuel.

happy holidays!

[borgmama1of5.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Who knows where inspiration will take me?

[irismay42.livejournal.com]

You know, I think this is the first time I've seen anyone write that part of the Campbell / Winchester story from Samuel's point of view! Poor guy! He remembers all of those terrible things, but doesn't get to remember Heaven!

[borgmama1of5.livejournal.com]

That's the thing, Crowley said he pulled Samuel from heaven, but I have trouble thinking a demon would be powerful to do that...so where was Samuel all those years???

[hezio2.livejournal.com]

Actually gave me chills. Loved Samuel's POV while the demon controlled him.

[borgmama1of5.livejournal.com]

Wow, that's a big compliment! Glad I could freak you out a little!

[tversan.livejournal.com]

I haven't been reading any Samuel POV before, very good!

[borgmama1of5.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Don't know if there are a lot of Samuel stories out there...And I wasn't sure if anyone would want to read about him, he's pretty much a villain right now.

[sandymg.livejournal.com]

So creepy. The idea of possession is just chilling. This is fascinating and crucial point in the boy's history. Could be considered the turning point. Now only Dean has never been technically possessed by a demon.

this:
Pain shot through him but it was a level removed from reality as the thing shivved his body while offering Mary a deal.

Don't take it, Mary. Even as the bastard was using his mouth to debauch his daughter, it mocked Samuel by sharing its pleaure in the perversity.
--- So creepy and feels exactly like what Yellow Eyes would do.

[borgmama1of5.livejournal.com]

Thank you! We all know how much Yellow Eyes likes to inflict physic damage!

[embroiderama]

I don't think I've read anything like this before, and I really love the look into Samuel's mind here.

[borgmama1of5.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I admit I was kind of surprised to write this...but the prompt just made me think of Samuel.

[baby-d00.livejournal.com]

Loved it!

Thank you.

[borgmama1of5.livejournal.com]

Glad you're enjoying these drabbles :)

[ferlonda.livejournal.com]

Yikes... Shudder inducing! :D

[borgmama1of5.livejournal.com]

Treatment of the Campbell arc was one of the show's failures, it felt like they intorduced them and then didn't know where to take them.

Even though I did not like Samuel Campbell, he didn't deserve what happened to him back then...

[ferlonda.livejournal.com]

I agree. I felt that, too. It was weird. I mean... the writers are usually pretty good at putting together complete characters but these were all just sort of... card board cutouts to push around. Except for Samuel and even he wasn't fully developed. I don't even remember the names of the other family members, which is unusual for me with this show. A sign of "meh" writing to me.

[ferlonda.livejournal.com]

I'm actually tempted to write from the dark haired girl's perspective, you know, the one who dies and no one remembers her afterwards? But it would be really sad... Maybe you should do it. :D