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crossoverficTitle: Iron Grip Never Letting Go
Fandom: Supernatural/Veronica Mars
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rosie1234
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Sam (Devil)/Veronica
Word Count: 639
For: theechochrous,
Prompt: Scent
Summary: A storyline I've been dying to write since season five.
Rating: PG-13
Every time I’ve opened my door since the last time he left, whispering sweet nothings in my ears about a day when he would never have to leave again, I’ve hoped it would be him standing in my threshold.
I opened it today, holding my breath that it would be his smile greeting me after so many months, and my grin grew ten times when I realized that he was finally back.
(if I said that I did not count the days I would lying horribly)
“How long as it been, Sammy? God, it felt like ages since you visited.”
Without wasting another second I jumped into his open arms, trying to ignore the chill that his smile had given me, hugging him to damn tight that I could have hugged him to death.
“Veronica Mars, you are even lovelier in the flesh. Sammy boy said that you smelled like fresh picked flowers and he was so very right.”
My whole body froze under his tight grip, trying to forget the feeling of being trapped by his hands, as someone else’s voice came out of Sammy’s lips, someone that I had nightmares about as a child.
(the very creature that was living in Sammy’s skin had Cassidy as an inhabitant)
“Who the hell are you?”
It didn’t take me long to put the pieces together, remembering the last day he had spent with me and all the heavy warnings he had been sure to lay on me, and that twisted smile of his gave me the answer I was looking for.
(which left me wondering if any girl my age had ever looked at their boyfriend and seen the devil inside)
“Oh, you know that, girly, Sammy must have told you all about me, his new bunk mate. My god, I just can’t get enough of that wonderful scent of yours, little girl, I might just have to keep my grip on you until this world burns away. Would you like stand by my side and survive, darling?”
Instead of letting me go he kept his arms around me, the giant like size of Sam finally coming back to bite me in the ass, he lowered his head further into my hair and inhaled as much as he could. Rather than feeling the warmth that Sam always filled me up with, never making a show of smelling me openly only sneaking it every so often, I felt a chill in bones.
(the need to get his damn hands off of me was growing with every second he continued to keep me trapped in his arms)
“I’d rather burn with the people I love than spend any time with you.”
It was clear by the tiny smile on his lips that he was expecting me to jump at his offer, making it clear that Sam hadn’t told him everything about me and I still had a few tricks up my sleeves, and I couldn’t help but smile myself at the venom in my words.
“Such bite in a small package, my father has outdone himself in you, Veronica Mars. I would love nothing than to grant your wish of death, but I cannot bear to see my Sammy-boy in pain and losing you would kill the poor puppy. So, my fragment smelling mortal, you get to come along and see all the destruction, now doesn’t that sound fun?”
Before I could protest any more, trying to look into his eyes and not see Sammy but the enemy, he pulled his face out of the curve of my neck and tightened his vine like grip on my hands and pulled me along like a good little dolly.
(not giving a damn that he would be giving me a front row seat to end of the world and the end of Sam)
Fandom: Supernatural/Veronica Mars
Author:
rosie1234Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Sam (Devil)/Veronica
Word Count: 639
For: theechochrous,
Prompt: Scent
Summary: A storyline I've been dying to write since season five.
Rating: PG-13
Every time I’ve opened my door since the last time he left, whispering sweet nothings in my ears about a day when he would never have to leave again, I’ve hoped it would be him standing in my threshold.
I opened it today, holding my breath that it would be his smile greeting me after so many months, and my grin grew ten times when I realized that he was finally back.
(if I said that I did not count the days I would lying horribly)
“How long as it been, Sammy? God, it felt like ages since you visited.”
Without wasting another second I jumped into his open arms, trying to ignore the chill that his smile had given me, hugging him to damn tight that I could have hugged him to death.
“Veronica Mars, you are even lovelier in the flesh. Sammy boy said that you smelled like fresh picked flowers and he was so very right.”
My whole body froze under his tight grip, trying to forget the feeling of being trapped by his hands, as someone else’s voice came out of Sammy’s lips, someone that I had nightmares about as a child.
(the very creature that was living in Sammy’s skin had Cassidy as an inhabitant)
“Who the hell are you?”
It didn’t take me long to put the pieces together, remembering the last day he had spent with me and all the heavy warnings he had been sure to lay on me, and that twisted smile of his gave me the answer I was looking for.
(which left me wondering if any girl my age had ever looked at their boyfriend and seen the devil inside)
“Oh, you know that, girly, Sammy must have told you all about me, his new bunk mate. My god, I just can’t get enough of that wonderful scent of yours, little girl, I might just have to keep my grip on you until this world burns away. Would you like stand by my side and survive, darling?”
Instead of letting me go he kept his arms around me, the giant like size of Sam finally coming back to bite me in the ass, he lowered his head further into my hair and inhaled as much as he could. Rather than feeling the warmth that Sam always filled me up with, never making a show of smelling me openly only sneaking it every so often, I felt a chill in bones.
(the need to get his damn hands off of me was growing with every second he continued to keep me trapped in his arms)
“I’d rather burn with the people I love than spend any time with you.”
It was clear by the tiny smile on his lips that he was expecting me to jump at his offer, making it clear that Sam hadn’t told him everything about me and I still had a few tricks up my sleeves, and I couldn’t help but smile myself at the venom in my words.
“Such bite in a small package, my father has outdone himself in you, Veronica Mars. I would love nothing than to grant your wish of death, but I cannot bear to see my Sammy-boy in pain and losing you would kill the poor puppy. So, my fragment smelling mortal, you get to come along and see all the destruction, now doesn’t that sound fun?”
Before I could protest any more, trying to look into his eyes and not see Sammy but the enemy, he pulled his face out of the curve of my neck and tightened his vine like grip on my hands and pulled me along like a good little dolly.
(not giving a damn that he would be giving me a front row seat to end of the world and the end of Sam)
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