[Smooths hair back.]

It's been forever

Sam was tossing and turning. In his head a vision of Dean. Tortured, bloodied. Begging for Sam to save him was playing over and over again. In his sleep his hands clutched at the sheets. Small whimpers left his throat. His body was shaking, sweat dappled his brow. Leaving tufts of shaggy brown hair clinging to it. Then suddenly Lucifer was in the ( Read more... )

Continued from hereHe'd decided he needed to get out. Breath, air anything but that house. A bar had become the answer. Luckily even in the small California town he'd been dropped in. There was a bar. Sam sat at the bar; beer in hand. He was half way to drunk as it was. He looked like he could cry. Yet there was a dark enough air; that one would be ( Read more... )

Continued from hereSam was taking care of the job Michael assigned him. But--he was also trying to take care of getting Dean back. Not a demon around would touch a deal with him though. He figured it had something to do with a certain 'babysitter' he had. That didn't matter ( Read more... )

Continued from hereSam stood there a moment after Micheal left. It didn't really phase him; kind of a relief. There was an imposing presence to the archangel. And right now, Sam was about as low as he could get. He'd go in and do what had to be done with the demons. He'd find out soon enough it wasn't physical attacks ( Read more... )