Asmodeus is pissed. He’s lost Gabriel. Lost Lucifer and Castiel and Jack. In a last-ditch effort to regain control, he goes after his “brother’s” failed experiment: Sam Winchester.
Sam, the one who was supposed to be the Boy-King of Hell. Who was fed Azazel’s blood at 6 months of age. Who was groomed to become the vessel for Lucifer. Who DID house the archangel and then spend centuries in the cage.
Now, Asmodeus, last Prince of Hell, has been juicing on archangel grace. And he’s in need of a replacement pet seeing as his last one was stolen so rudely. May as well try keeping this one on a leash of blood-lust.
Sam doesn’t do well in Hell. The demon-grace blood reawakens Sam’s old powers…and sparks some new ones. But can he keep himself sane long enough to gain control? Will anyone even notice he’s gone? Gabriel was practically catatonic and Cas more worried about Dean and Jack than anything else when Sam was taken by demons on a grocery run.
And time…moves so much faster in Hell…
WARNINGS for physical and psychological torture, graphic scenes of violence and torture, disturbing imagery, major character death (temporary). Please tread carefully and take care of yourself.
They met at the edge of town, the giant of a fisherman with the gentle smile named Sam and the golden-eyed traveller with the mischievous grin who called himself Gabriel, and almost immediately struck up with one another to the point that even the fisherman’s brother teased them about love at first sight, and perhaps he wasn’t wrong… at least, not entirely wrong.
“I should be getting home,” Gabriel said with a sigh and a reluctant glance towards the sea as the sun dipped low towards the horizon, the evening breeze stirring up and chilling limbs not used to such direct cold; Sam followed his gaze with a pensive frown, then echoed Gabriel’s sigh and nodded.
“You’ll need this, then,” he said as he reached into the pack that had never once left his side and pressed a folded bundle of golden brown seal skin into Gabriel’s arms, smiling a little apologetically at the stunned expression on the selkie’s face as he stepped back with a farewell salute and a quiet, “Come visit again any time, if you ever want to.”
“C’mon, Cas, you’re a telepath, can’t you do anything?” Dean demanded, gesturing at where his brother was seizing against the restraints, trapped in a mental battle only he could perceive.
“You’re confusing Betazoids with Vulcans again, Dean,” Cas growled, hands clenched as he fought against the urge to reach out for his lover as the neural activity readings spiked again, “neither of which are prone to clairvoyance the way your brother is, and I’m monitoring him as closely as I can without getting pulled in there with him and overwhelmed– wait a second, I think something’s happening!”
The spike, worse than the previous ones, evened out and all of the levels dropped down towards REM sleep as Sam’s body settled slowly and shakily against the biobed, tears spilling from beneath his closed eyelids as he breathed a single word: “Mom….”
You wouldn’t think that a fully grown adult male Maine Coon could disappear so completely and thoroughly that it was nigh impossible to track him down, but somehow Sam had done it; considering that it was Castiel’s own initial lashing out in startlement that had sent the bigger tom into hiding, well, Sam’s short-haired half-brother Dean wasn’t exactly leaping at the chance to help Castiel find the wayward cat he’d tasked himself with apologizing to… though how he was supposed to do that was anycat’s guess.
It took a while, but he finally managed to track Sam down to the library, stretched out to nearly twice his usual length in a warm patch of sunlight slanting across the big wooden desk against one wall, but he still roused enough to open one green-gold eye the moment Castiel got close. The seal point Siamese lowered his head and ears contritely and squeezed his blue eyes closed for the space of a heartbeat and waited, and he was rewarded when Sam flicked one ear and rolled onto his side, exposing his belly and lifting one paw to invite Castiel to curl up in the sunlight with him– an invitation that Castiel was more than happy to accept, relieved that he had been forgiven.
Sam is making better choices on this run through Stanford but that means things are playing out differently. In some cases, the changes aren’t at all surprising. Except when they are.
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