Sam paced back and forth across the kitchen, his bare feet scuffling along the cold, tiled floor. It had been three days since he had seen Dean. He woke up that day and Dean was just…gone. No note, nothing. No signs of a struggle. Dean hadn’t called or texted either.
Although it was 8 o’clock in the morning, he poured himself a glass of whiskey and quickly drank it down. He had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He poured another glass, but just held it, staring across the room at the door, as if Dean would walk in at any second. His grip tightened on the glass, and it shattered in his hand, shards of glass and liquor going everywhere. Sam looked at the cuts on his hand, watching the blood mix with the alcohol, barely noticing the sting.
He did look up however, when he felt a presence in the room. He knew it wasn’t Dean. He turned slowly to face the intruder.
“ ‘Sup Sam? I’ve got something to tell you…”
Sam nodded acceptingly, his hair falling into his face. He did not cry. He offered her a drink. She set her scythe against the wall and joined him.
This glass he finished slowly. It would probably be his last.
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Sam’s Fear (part 1)
Ok guys…here we go. Part 1 of a new
(old) series…Warnings: self harm (sort of) mentioned
but not described, terrified Sam, protective Dean.“Sammy! Coffee!” Dean hollered to
his brother from the kitchen. But there was no response. Dean
waited a few more minutes and Sam still hadn’t responded, hadn’t made a sound.
Dean paused and listened closely before he called again. The bunker was quiet.“Sam, get your ass down here, we
gotta hit the road in ten!” Still there was nothing but silence. Dean
sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. Sam was probably fixing his hair or
something. He headed down the hall to Sam’s bedroom. He gave a sharp
knock, making sure Sam knew of his impatience. Sam did not respond.“Dude, seriously, come on –“
Dean opened the door to his brother’s room. He did not expect to find the
bedroom empty. Dean frowned. Where the hell was his brother?He searched all the main rooms, his
own room, and the bathroom, but couldn’t find his brother. He tried
calling his cell, but Sam did not pick up. It wasn’t like Sam to just take off
without telling him. His heart beat a little faster, but he wasn’t
worried just yet.That is, until he opened the door to
the boiler room and found Sam crouched in the corner, visibly shaking.“Sam?” Dean started to
run toward his younger brother.Sam held up his hand and yelled for
Dean to stop. In his other hand, he held a large knife. Dean’s eyes
grew wide and he froze in his tracks.“Sam?” Dean asked cautiously.
“What are you doing with the knife?”Sam shook his head. He was sweating
and he looked terrified.“It’s all my fault, Dean. All
of this. Every last thing. My fault.” His eyes turned away
from Dean and he stared at the wall, knife still held firmly in his grasp.“What’s your fault, Sam?” He tried
to slowly make his way over to his brother.“Charlie died because of me,
Dean. You know that. You accused me of that. You told me it
should have been me up there, my body burning. I know now you were right.
I should have died.” Sam had shifted himself underneath a
table. He awkwardly pulled his knees up under his chin, his body
trembling.Dean blinked. He was
confused. Where was this suddenly coming from? He tried to keep his voice
calm, even though he was angry and scared. How was he going to fix this?“I…I was under the mark of Cain,
Sam! I don’t think it should have been you. You know that, right?”
Dean tried to sound reassuring as he tried to assess the situation. But
Sam was shaking his head.“Kevin too. I literally was
the one who murdered him.” He started chewing on his fingernails.“Sam, that was Gadreel!” He
raked his hands through his hair. Dean’s concern over Sam’s behavior was
growing. What was going on? He couldn’t get any closer because Sam
kept clutching the knife, holding it closer to his body.Sam kept talking, much faster
than usual.“And that car accident? When Dad
traded his soul for yours so that you could live? I was driving the
fucking car, Dean!”“Sammy, you’re not seriously blaming
yourself for that? Azazel sent a demon after us, it doesn’t matter who
was driving!”“You know what else?” Sam was
practically sobbing now. “Bobby, too. He died because of me!”“Sam, hell, no! Dick Roman killed
Bobby!” Dean tried to reach out to his brother, but Sam was startled by
the quick movement and scooted further back under the table, moving the knife
to his neck.“Sammy! What the hell are you
doing, put that down!” Dean choked back a sob.“And whose fault is it that the
Leviathans were released, huh? Who started all of that! That was
me!” Sam’s voice caught in his throat and his sobbing intensified.Dean shook his head, tears falling
from his eyes, too.“Sammy stop!”
Dean couldn’t believe what he was
hearing. Or seeing. He had to do something.He didn’t want to call him, but he
needed backup for this one, and he knew the demon could probably help.“Crowley!” Dean called, balling his
fists against his sides, his voice thick with panic.(to be continued…)
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Sammy…
He lights up a room with his smile
the room becomes flooded
Those dimples
can move mountains
Those kaleidoscope eyes
making my heart melt
Dizzy with the thought of
his arms around me
All my fear dissolves away
He is joy and light
I see it. I feel it. I breathe it.. I know it.
I just wish he knew it, too
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Sam’s Guilty Pleasure
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Sam tossed the keys to the impala on the table, setting the paper bag beside them.
“My baby ok?” asked Dean, stumbling into the room, whiskey rolling off of
his tongue. He sat down and almost missed the chair. Sam rolled his eyes.“Yes Dean, the car is fine. How can you be drunk already? I’ve only been
gone for thirty minutes,” (Secretly, Sam was pleased his brother was drunk. It
would make this a lot easier.) Dean ignored him, grabbing for the bag on the
table. Sam’s eyes widened for a second, and snatched the bag from Dean’s
fingers. Dean furrowed his eyebrows and frowned.“What did you bring back? I’m hungry!”
“Relax, I got what you asked for.” Sam reached into the bad and pulled out a
greasy, wax paper-wrapped sandwich. He set it in front of Dean, who smiled so
wide, the corners of his eyes wrinkled in delight.“Is this the – “Dean began.
“Yes Dean, it’s the triple bacon barbecue deluxe. With extra pickles.” Sam
scowled as he spoke, as if he could taste the words themselves. Dean laughed at
his brother’s disgust. Sam reached back
in the bag and pulled out a large salad.It was Dean’s turn to roll his eyes.
“Really Sam? A salad? Again?” But Sam ignored him. He left the salad on the table, and reached in the bag once more. He handed Dean
a small Styrofoam container.“What’s this?” Dean asked, frowning. “You’re not gonna make me eat one of
those leafy green things, are you?”“Nope. Just open it.” Sam grinned
Dean leaned back, closing one eye when he lifted the lid, as if what was
inside was going to jump out at him. He
sat up straight when he saw what it was.“Pie! You got me pie!”
Sam shrugged. “They had a special, so I thought, ‘why not’?”
Sam watched Dean as he dug into his pie, leaving his burger untouched beside
him. He began to slowly walk backwards, quietly taking the bag with
him, hiding it behind his back.“Hey, uh…I gotta get something from the car. I’ll be back in a minute,
alright?”Dean just nodded, waving his fork at Sam, completely engrossed in his
favorite dessert. Sam turned around and headed to the garage.Once he was safely alone in the Impala, he carefully opened the bag he brought
with him and pulled out another wax wrapped sandwich. Grease dripped from the
corner of the paper. Watching through the windshield for any signs of Dean, he slowly
unwrapped the triple bacon barbecue deluxe burger he had ordered for himself.“Oh, yeah,” he groaned as he sunk his teeth into the secret meal. He took his time, savoring every
bite. He knew if Dean found out, he would never live it down, so he hid the
burger every few minutes, looking up, just in case his brother appeared suddenly. He knew
he only had maybe ten minutes before his brother would pull himself from his
food-induced haze to look for him, so he dug deeper into the burger, sighing
deeply and moaning softly, sauce dripping from the corners of is mouth. He wiped them with the back of his hand. When he had finished half of the burger, he wrapped it
up and got out of the car, hiding the remains behind a stack of old rags. He
planned to go back to finish it later tonight, after Dean had gone to bed.Picking up his berry smoothie on the way in, he quickly swallowed a few
sips, to cover up as much of the burger smell as he could.Smiling as he walked back inside, he saw Dean just finishing up his own
burger. He knew his secret was safe. Dean would never suspect his “health nut
brother’ would have a secret addiction to greasy food.But at 11:47, when he tiptoed into the garage again, his jaw dropped when he
reached behind the rags and found…nothing.The voice behind him made him jump.
“Lose something, Sam?”
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The Fight
Apparently all I can do is write Sam angst. Here’s another one…
Dean didn’t mean to do it. It was an
accident, really. They had been arguing over some trivial thing about
the last hunt, Dean doesn’t even remember what it was. They had been in
fist fights before, some of them quite brutal.But this time it
was different. After a few punches had been exchanged between the two
of them , and some choice words as well, Dean’s next punch landed
squarely in Sam’s eye. He recoiled a bit from the blow and stumbled
backwards. While trying to regain his balance, he had turned to place
his hands out to brace his fall, but he wasn’t quick enough. His head
hit the corner of the table and down he went – he was out cold.It
was a sickening sound, the loud thwack of his brother’s head hitting
the smooth surface, and even worse, the sound of his limp body hitting
the floor with a loud SMACK – causing Dean to flinch.Dean had
carried his unresponsive brother to the car, driving as fast as he could
to the hospital. And now, here he was, connected to a bunch of
machines to monitor his breathing.Doctors kept coming in the
room, telling him about “chances of survival” and “organ donation
process”. Dean was stunned. He almost couldn’t breathe. They had
finally stopped trying to get him to sign papers after he started
grabbing some of the doctors, yelling about how an angel would save him
and to stop fucking asking about his brother’s remains, when he wasn’t
even dead yet.But Cas hadn’t shown up yet, and Dean didn’t know
what to do. It was only a fight, how could this have happened? He
didn’t mean to hurt his little brother like this. He ran a hand across
his face, trying to hold himself together. Sitting alone in the dark
room, Dean listened to the sound of Sam’s shallow breathing, keeping
time with the dreadful beeping machine. Dean wanted to rip it out of
the wall.And then suddenly, a voice in the darkness brought Dean back to his brother’s side.
“D’n…” Sam’s voice was weak, but he was alive.
It was the best sound Dean had heard in a long time.
The beeping sounds of the heart monitor grew stronger and steadier.
Dean felt himself exhale.
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Nightmares in the Bunker
Just a short drabble I wrote while I’m working on my series.
Sam has another nightmare…
Sam woke up, screaming in terror. His sheets were tangled
around his waist and legs, and he struggled to get out of them, landing on the
floor. He was drenched in sweat.Twenty seconds later, Dean came running into his room,
throwing open the door.“Sam? What’s wrong!” Dean was in his boxers and a faded gray
t-shirt. He had a gun in his hand, and he was frantically looking around the
room.“Sam, what’s going on!”
Sam was trying to catch his breath. He held his arm out to assure
Dean nothing was after him.“N-nothing Dean. N-n-nightm-mare.” Sam’s breath was wobbly.
Dean lowered his gun and moved quickly beside his brother on
the floor. He reached out tentatively, touching his brother on the shoulder.
His voice lowered to one of gentle concern.“You alright, man?”
“Y-yeah” Sam managed. He tried not to let Dean see how he
was shaking. It was dark, so maybe he wouldn’t notice.Dean helped Sam untangle himself from his sheets and back on
the bed.“Dude, you scared the shit out of me. That must have been a
doozy of a nightmare. You sure you ok? Do you need anything?” Dean said,
yawning. He stood up again, and made to move towards the door.Sam just shook his head again. Dean didn’t know this was the
sixth night in a row of the same nightmare. The same cold hands on him, the
same dark space.“No Dean, I’m fine.”
Dean nodded, but frowned as he headed towards the door.
“You let me know if you need anything, ok?”
“Yeah Dean. Ok. I’m fine, though.” He pulled the blankets up
around him and gave Dean a thumbs up and the best smile he could muster.Of course, Sam wasn’t fine.
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Sam’s Problem (part 12)
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“Samuel Winchester, what have you
done?”“Rowena?” Cas looked from Sam to Rowena, wondering what she
saw that he didn’t.“I’ve never seen so much power from someone who isn’t a
witch. This could be dangerous, Castiel.”“Rowena, I’m fine. Let me get Dean home.” Sam said,
exasperated.Rowena took another step back from Sam as he started to move
towards the car.“He’s not stable Castiel, he has no control over this.”
“What exactly does that mean, Rowena?” but Cas didn’t need
to ask. Just at that moment, Sam twitched again.“What’s wrong with me?” Sam asked suddenly. He twitched again
and very nearly dropped Dean. Cas grabbed him before he hit the ground and quickly
touched his forehead, as Sam grabbed his head and collapsed to the ground. Dean
regain consciousness quickly after Cas used his grace, and he immediately
swooped to his younger brother, who now twitched every few seconds. He had no
control over his body. And then he cried out in pain.“Rowena, do you know what’s going on here?” bellowed Dean. “Is
there anything you can do to help him?”“Aye, I can help him. But it’s going to take some time. This
is not something he’s going to be rid of, I’m afraid.” She stayed a few feet
away, but did show concern over Sam’s state.“You mean this is permanent?”
Rowena smiled gently and tentatively walked towards Sam, putting her hand on his
shoulder.She whispered something in his ear that neither Cas nor Dean
could hear. Sam, still on the ground holding his head, nodded. He twitched
again.Rowena stood up and smoothed her dress.
“Yes. Permanent I’m afraid. But I can help him control it. I
can show him how to live with it.”“So what, Sam’s a witch now?” Cas asked curiously.
“No dearie, no one just ‘becomes’ a witch like that.” She
paused, looking from Dean to Cas and finally to Sam.“I know Sam has had abilities in the past. He’s got powers
buried deep within him. I’ve told him before that I could help him. But
now…well, this is different.” She sounded almost sad.“Well, what is ‘this’?” asked Dean, who was still on the
ground holding his brother. He was starting to lose his cool.“I’ve only seen this once before.”
“And?” asked Dean
“And…well, let’s just say Samuel here is a lot stronger than
he was.”Dean shook his head angrily. Sam was now twitching every few
seconds“Cas, can you help him? He’s kinda losing it right now!”
Cas leaned over and touched Sam’s forehead. He stopped
twitching and went limp in Dean’s arms.“Alright Rowena.
Let’s go.” Dean and Cas put Sam in the Impala, and Rowena climbed into
the backseat with him. She calmly placed her hands on the side of his face and
started chanting.The drive home was practically silent.
*******
(some weeks later)
“So…why did you suddenly become so powerful Sam? I saw you
break free from those chains. Those chains were magically binding. There’s no
way you could have broken free from that. You never showed signs of this kind
of power before.” Cas leaned across the table towards Sam, eager for some kind
of answer.Sam turned to Cas. “It’s whatever it was he injected me
with. It enhanced the powers that were dormant in me. Like I said, I’d been
doing it for months. I was…keeping it a secret. I guess it took anger to release it.” He
shrugged.Dean continued for Sam, “Rowena won’t tell us what it was.
Apparently it’s addicting, and Sam’s still weaning off of it. It would be too
easy for him to just re-inject himself, if he ever really wanted to.”“You mean you were injected with that…stuff…more than once?”
Sam stared off in the distance, his smile fading. “Yeah,” he
said quietly.On the other side of the kitchen, Dean poured two glasses of
whiskey. He slowly walked toward his brother, setting Sam’s drink down on the table, and
bringing his own back to the chair across from him.Sam twitched again, and Dean noticed.
“Are you sure you’ve got this, Sam? It’s not a problem?” Dean looked concerned.
“It’s ok Dean, it’s not a problem anymore.” Dean nodded and
smiled at his brother, raising his glass of whiskey.It wasn’t a problem. Sam was just going to have to get used
to it.Sam smiled back and opened his hand. The glass slid easily
across the table and into his waiting fingers.Yeah, he’d get used to it.
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Sam’s Problem (part 11)
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Sam stood beside the shattered pieces of the restraints that
had once held him. Cas looked on in awe, momentarily distracted by what he was
seeing.Sam stood there, pure energy coursing through him. The power
he felt was incredible. He looked down at his hands. He opened and closed them,
looking at his fingers as though he had never seen them before. He did not
notice the angel who was now walking towards him. He did not hear him either.
All he heard and felt was this new energy that was consuming his very being. Sam
closed his eyes, welcoming the transition.Cas took three long steps, then began to run. “Sam! Sam, do
you hear me? Sam!”Sam was emitting a sort of purple glow, an essence that he,
as an angel, was able to perceive. Sam was completely oblivious to his
presence. When Cas finally reached him
and put his hand on Sam’s shoulder, the younger Winchester turned to look at
him. But Cas knew he did not see him. His eyes were seeing something else
entirely.“Dean…” Sam growled. His voice was low and deep, a sound Cas
had never heard from Sam before.“Sam?” Cas asked, concerned. He wondered what he should do.
Should he just transport him? Restrain him? But just as he was about to put his
fingers to Sam’s forehead, Sam shivered and went limp. Cas grabbed him before
he collapsed, and held him up.“Whoa, Sam. Sam?” unexpectedly, Sam stood up and gently
pushed Cas’ hands off of him.Sam looked directly at Cas, and now seemed to be completely –
well, normal wasn’t quite the word, but he was at least back in this plane of
reality. He seemed calm.“Cas…I’m…I’m…fine. I’m ok.” He looked at his hands again. “I
feel really, really good, actually.” He laughed. Then Sam twitched a little,
his hands and face jerking to the side twice.“Sam?”
“No, Cas, I’ve figured it out. It’s all ok.” He straightened
up and looked around the room. He clenched his fists by his sides.“You’ve figured – what have you figured out, Sam?” Cas still
was ready to just take off and head back to the bunker, but something kept him
here, right beside Sam. And where was
Dean, anyway?“We need to get Dean.”
“Sam, I’m not so sure you’re – “
Sam twitched again, and turned on Cas, grabbing him around
the throat. His eyes gleamed a deep purple.“I said, we need to get Dean.” He immediately released Cas
without incident, and turned to walk out of the room. He twitched again. He was
still barefoot, and was now walking across shards of splintered wood and metal.
He didn’t even notice. A stunned Cas, unsure of what to do, simply followed
him.Sam walked right out the door, stepping over the man who was
still out cold on the floor. But there was no time to investigate that any further. Sam was
on a mission.They entered a long dark corridor beyond the door. They
moved quickly, Sam ignoring Cas’ attempts to get his attention.“Sam, please, just let me look at you. Let me see – “ at
that moment, they reached a large wooden door. Sam raised his hand, and the
door simply crumbled to the ground.“Well, ok, this is an interesting development.” Cas rubbed
the back of his neck, wondering what he should be doing in this situation.Sam stepped through the door. And stopped. Lying in the
corner, was an unconscious Dean. Cas gasped and tried to run past Sam to get to
him. But Sam threw his arm out and stopped him.“Let me,” said Sam. He bent down
and shook his brother gently. Dean did not respond, and Sam’s body twitched. Cas
noticed and he reached out to offer support, but Sam pulled away. He picked up
his brother and walked out the door, Cas right on his heels.***
Rowena was waiting outside for
them. She saw Sam walking with Cas, and a limp Dean in his arms.“Oh, you found him! You – “ She
stopped cold. She put her arms up in front of her, as if she needed to protect
herself. She took a few steps back.“Samuel Winchester, what have you
done?”
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Sam’s Problem (part 10)
Here it is folks. The penultimate chapter. We’re almost done. 🙂
Summary: Sam’s got a problem he’s not talking about. He’s shut out
both Cas and Dean, and is trying to solve it on his own. The trouble is, he’s
in way over his head. If he’s not careful, his whole life – and the life of his
brother – is going to be turned upside down. Will he be able to fix it before
someone gets seriously hurt? Or worse?Warnings: Quick transitions, multiple POVs, hurt!sam
Ships: None in this story
Notes: For this story, Cas still has teleportation and other
angel-related capabilities.This part is told in small chunks, as several people are
involved, and it is being told from their point of view. This is all meant to
happen very quickly, hence the quick transitions.
Dean kicked the
door open, gun ready. But standing directly in front of him was someone who was
clearly expecting him. Dean had no time to react. He knew the pain he felt down
to his core was a spell. Everything went black.* * * * *
Cas was waiting outside, on the roof.
He was going to transport Sam back while Rowena and Dean drove. He had to be
sure he got Sam out of there and back to the bunker as soon as possible. He waited,
unsure of the exact time to go, as Sam was still warded. He couldn’t sense Sam
at all. He needed Rowena to remove the warding so he could grab Sam and go. He
waited…and waited. It was getting cold.* * * * *
Rowena
waited outside the door behind Dean. He was going to kick it in and remove any
obstacles in the way so she could find Samuel and remove the warding. But the
moment he kicked the door open, she felt the presence of another witch. She
tried to grab Dean before he jumped into the room, but she was too late. The
door swung closed and she knew the whole plan was ruined. She had to figure out
a solution, and fast.* * * * *
Sam cringed as he
remained chained to the table. His anxiety level was increasing. He could feel
the blood rushing in his ears. His shoulder was still in pain from the
injection. He was pretty sure whatever it was the man injected him with was something
to induce panic. It was working.“No more games Sam.
You will help me.”“No.”
“Listen. It’s not up to you. You’re going to give your
powers over to us, or the consequences will be more than you can imagine.”“You already have me, how much worse can it get. I’m not afraid
of torture.” Sam tried to keep the fact that he was in pain hidden. The man
scoffed.“We’re gonna take those powers of yours, somehow. If it
means keeping you here and forcing you to do our will, so be it. But then you’ll
be here for the rest of your life.”“You forgot about my brother.” Sam smirked. He knew Dean was
already looking for him. Despite his increasing fear, he knew his brother would
get there soon.“Oh, we haven’t forgotten Dean. We’re expecting him any
moment. Him and his foolish friends.” His words sent a shiver down Sam’s spine.The man paused and looked up at the ceiling.
“Actually, they’re here now. Excuse me while I go greet our
guests. I’d like to be there to welcome them at the door.”Sam lost it.
“NO!! DEAN! NO!” He struggled
with all his might, but it was no use. Sam knew by now the chains were held in
place with magic. Only magic could remove them.* * * * *
Rowena returned
to the Impala and grabbed her bag. She was going to have to improvise.“Damn you Dean Winchester and your impulsive behavior!” She
rummaged through the materials until she found what she was looking for.“It’s rudimentary, but it will have to do.” She pulled out a
small vile of powder and sprinkled some onto her hand. Chanting in a language
neither Winchester would understand, she blew the dust into the air, towards
the roof of the building.She only hoped Cas would get close enough to Sam to help.
This spell had a knack for being…inaccurate. She held her breath and waited.* * * * *
Cas sensed Rowena’s magic. Sam’s
warding didn’t quite disappear, but he felt a pull toward the younger
Winchester. A pull he couldn’t resist. Without warning, he was transported to
Sam’s location. The transport left him dizzy. He had never traveled by witch
powder before. He landed on the ground of a room that was made of stone. He was
disoriented, but he stood quickly, and across the room, about 30 yards away, he saw Sam chained to a
table. Just then, a man walked into the room, directly behind Sam. Cas reached out towards Sam and –* * * * *
Sam only had to
wait a few moments before the man returned. He still had never seen his face.
The man made sure to stay well behind Sam’s head, out of his peripheral vision.And then something happened that neither man was
expecting. Sam’s panic had turned into anger.
He felt it building up inside him when the man went to get Dean.“NOOO!!” Sam screamed at the top of his lungs. The table that Sam had been chained to
lurched forward, until he was in somewhat of a standing positing, the table
resting on the ground at a slight angle. The man gasped.“I knew it!”
Anger and rage
built up like never before and Sam felt a surge of energy. He pulled his wrists
free and swung quickly to his right. He hit his captor square in the face,
knocking him to the ground. The man fell motionless to the cold floor. He reached down and simply pulled the chains free
from around his ankles. He stood, teeth clenched, sweat dripping from his
forehead, bare feet hitting the cold stone floor. He was breathing heavily. But
Sam’s focus was only on one thing.Dean.
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Sam’s Problem (part 8)
Summary: Sam’s got a problem he’s not talking about. He’s shut out
both Cas and Dean, and is trying to solve it on his own. The trouble is, he’s
in way over his head. If he’s not careful, his whole life – and the life of his
brother – is going to be turned upside down. Will he be able to fix it before
someone gets seriously hurt? Or worse?Warnings: angst, kidnapping, pain, implied torture, torture (one non graphic mention)
Ships: None in this story
Notes: For this story, Cas still has teleportation and other
angel-related capabilities.Not beta’d so any spelling and grammar mistakes are all on me…
“Well, well. Look what we have here.”
Sam tried to turn his head toward the sound, to see who it was. He couldn’t
quite place it, but he knew he’d heard the voice before. The familiar voice
spoke again. His attempts to turn his head were profoundly unsuccessful.“Listen Sam. All I
want is for you to use those powers of yours.” The man placed his hand on Sam’s
head and began smoothing back his hair. If he wasn’t chained down, Sam thought,
it would have almost been soothing. The
man continued, “They could do so much for me.
So much.” Sam tried to play dumb. It was worth a shot, anyway.“My what? What are you talking about? What powers? I don’t
have any –“ But the man only laughed.“Don’t try to play with me. You promised yourself to us, and
I’m here to collect. You should have just come quietly the first time. It would
have been a lot easier. And as for your powers? Oh yes you do have them. You are a special child indeed, Sam
Winchester.” Sam winced at the words he hadn’t heard in years.“No,” Sam groaned. After
three weeks of no one chasing him, after losing the man in the forest, he
thought maybe they had given up on him. He thought maybe he was in the clear.
He should have known better. Nothing good ever happens to him.His negative response was rewarded with a stab in his arm
with something incredibly sharp. Sam cried out in pain. He couldn’t move
because of the chains, but he struggled against them once more. He still
couldn’t see who was behind him, and he was still desperately trying to place
the voice. The man just laughed.“Go ahead and try Sam. You can’t escape. We’ve taken all the
precautions. And yes, Sam, you will help
me. You will eventually do as I
ask. You’ll see.”“No,” Sam said through clenched teeth.
“No more games Sam. You will help me.”
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“Cas, come on man, do you have anything on him? Where is
he?” Dean was pacing back and forth in the library when Cas walked in.It had been forty-eight hours since Sam was taken, and Dean
and Cas had no leads at all.“Can’t you just find him? You found him before, in the
forest!”Cas sighed heavily, putting his hand to his head, exhausted
and worried.“Dean, I TOLD you, he’s been warded. It was most likely witches who took him. Or demons.”
“Of course it was witches, Sam told us he was doing spells!”
“Yeah Dean, I know, but the warding is strong. I can feel
him being blocked from me. This is more like the work of a demon than a witch.
Perhaps they are working together.”“Well that’s just great. Demons and witches never make a
good combination”Cas just rolled his eyes.
“I’m doing everything I can to find your brother, and you
know it,” sighed Cas.“You know, we could ask for help from someone who might know
what this warding spell is. We could ask – ““No!” Dean bellowed. “We are NOT asking her.”
Cas walked up to Dean, placing a calm hand of his shoulder.
“Dean, it’s been two days. We aren’t getting any closer. She
could help us.”Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.
“Fine. Call her.”
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It was 7:14 pm when she appeared at the door to the bunker.
“Hello boys.”
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