Infernal Debt, Part 6/?, [PG-13] Sam, Ruby, OFC
Title: Infernal Debt, Chapter six: Suffering, Blood and tears
Author: Mel aka mad_about_dan
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13, violence and cursing.
Timeline: Post-No rest for the wicked
Wordcount: 2569
Disclaimer: Nope, I do not own the boys or Supernatural. It belongs to the CW, WB and Eric Kripke.
Summary: It has been a month since Dean's death and Sam has had to find the stenght inside him to keep on fighting as Dean asked him to. So he finds himself on a quest against time to find Lilith and with her a way to bring his brother back to life.
Note!: I want to thank the lovely angelsdee, she was the beta for this chapter. Thank you, sweetie!!
banner by sweetgirl7808
Suffering, Blood and Tears
“Just let me find a way,” tears ran down Sam’s cheeks as he looked down. “The truth is I’m tired of this, I’m tired of pretending I’m fine all by myself and keeping this mask on, because it isn’t me…,” he shook his head,”because I can’t be you.” As words came out of his mouth he could feel his chest closing, making it harder to breathe. “The truth is I’m scared,” his voice broke, “and I don’t know what to do.”
Sam let himself fall on his bed with the palms of his hands covering his face, but as he did, something fell to the ground. Quickly he looked down; lying on the floor, by his feet and staring back at him was the book. Sam simply looked at it for a couple of seconds and Bobby’s words repeated once again in his mind. ‘It contains as much as you’d need to know about demons.’ If this was the same book Bobby was talking about, then it had to have something to help him.
He bent down and took the book in his hands, wiping some of the dust that covered it. Sam opened it and began flipping through the pages; the first one had a brief note written by hand:
Dear Reader,
If you are holding this in your hands, it means I failed. This book is the job of a lifetime, there is suffering, blood and tears in every single page, and it could be fatal in the wrong hands. Use it wisely.
Keep Fighting,
Samuel
‘Suffering, blood and tears,’ those three words remained stuck in Sam’s mind; he wondered if Samuel Colt ever thought someone would understand what that meant as much as Sam did right now. He passed on the page just to find details on Devil’s traps, how they were better if made with or on iron, the meaning of every symbol and when they were first used. Most of it he already knew, so he continued searching.
As the pages kept going, the themes grew darker and darker, protection against demons, demons through the history, dark magic, summoning rituals, demonic omens and many others.
One of the pages had a small drawing of a weird creature, it had a man’s head, but its body resembled the one of a dragon. Above the drawing Sam read the name ‘Asmodeus’.
Asmodeus or Asmodai is one of the few demons whose names have actually been known through history, it is also one of the most powerful ones. Reference of its existence can be found in several books but mostly in the book of Enoch, where he is described as a three headed dragon, one of the heads is of a man while the other two are of snakes.
Many times considered as the demon of lust and vanity. Asmodeus is thought to be a shape shifter, meaning he can make himself appear in any way he wants to, most of the times taking an innocent or gentle form to trick men into doing what he wants them to.
He is one of the Dukes of Hell.
The article continued but Sam simply remained there, staring at the open page in front of him. Could this be true? And if it was, how did Samuel Colt know it? The more he read in this book, the more he wondered how Colt could have known all that, and if such a great hunter had been killed what hope did he really have?
For an instant, Sam looked up and took a quick glance at the windows, it was pretty dark outside, the sun had just gone down and nightfall was knocking on his door. He couldn’t help but feel certain melancholy and sadness. As darkness approached, it was then he felt the loneliest, lost and afraid, taken away from everyone and everything he knew and loved.
With a deep breath, he looked down at the book once again, but as he kept going through the pages, Sam’s eyes stopped all of a sudden. All his attention was now fixed on a pair of pages, the left one had a drawing of a man talking to another, but this second one was red and had horns, kind of the cliché image of what demons were supposed to look like; but it was the next page that had really gotten Sam’s attention.
To Hell and Back
For centuries there have been speculations, legends and stories of people going to hell and back, telling their stories and how they’ve met demons and even the devil himself. Even though most of these men had been accused of being mentally ill, there are actually existing spells, rituals and incantations that believers assure to be efficient.
Probably the most popular of these men is Dante Alighieri, who wrote the novel “Divine Comedy” in the year 1308, where he tells the story of his journey through hell, purgatory and paradise.
Immediately Sam’s eyes widened as he turned around to see his brother and then looked back at the open book. He passed the page.
Although there have been centuries and continents of difference between all of these men and women who have claimed to make this transition and come back, there is always a common factor: although some of them claim they were taken there forcibly by a long gone familiar or even tricked by a demon, most of these people claimed that this phenomenon happened when they were on the edge of dying and then had been miraculously saved, whether if it was by using medicine, witchcraft or by natural means. This is probably the reason why no man, except for Dante, has done it willingly; although he claimed he didn’t need to be on the edge of death but just asked Virgil for this favor.
Even though some incantations for this still exist they haven’t been proved in centuries by any man or hunter.
Lower in the page there was a picture of a man diving into a river with lights on one of the shores, it had a brief legend written in small text.
It is considered that the water is the closest medium between the life of the living and the life of the dead, and that dying in water makes the transition more peaceful and less painful.
Suddenly a knock on the door made Sam jump off the bed and stand on his feet. He quickly covered his brother’s body with a blanket, grabbed one of the shotguns from his bag and started walking towards the window. He took a look into the darkness outside, but there was nothing out there, so loading the shotgun on his hands, he stood by the door trying to hear whoever was outside. Then there was a second knock on the door, this time Sam opened it quickly and pointed the shotgun at the knocker.
“Get in!” a woman’s voice said.
She quickly slid into the room, pulled Sam by the shirt and then shut the door not before taking a quick glance in case there was anyone else outside.
“Did anyone follow you here?”
Sam could tell this was the same girl that had helped him back at Bobby’s by her voice but this was the first time he really had the chance to look at her. She wasn’t tall, neither small, had long brown hair and eyes to match. Her facial features were delicate; it was as if looking at a pale porcelain doll dressed in a hunter’s outfit, boots, torn jeans, t-shirt and long leather jacket.
“No,” he finally answered.
“Perfect!” she said, taking a deep breath and taking a look through the nearest window.
He bent down and slid the book underneath the bag that was lying on his bed as she looked the other way.
“So, who are you?” Sam said, still not letting go of the shotgun in his hand.
The girl turned around, looking first at the gun in Sam’s hand and then at his face.
“My name is, Mia” she said, turned around and took a step towards him “I’m not too different from you; I look for demons and send them back where they are supposed to be. In war, we are on the same side.”
“What were you doing at Bobby’s?”
“I’ve been following Lilith’s soldiers for a while now, and overheard that they were looking for something that was of great importance to her,” she continued, “So I followed them, and found you.”
“How did you get Ruby’s knife?” Sam had way too many questions to ask, and it would take more than just a couple of them for him to really trust that girl.
She half smiled, “Talking about the Devil.”
“What?” Sam began, and as an answer to his question the door swung open violently and the sound of heels hitting the floor was produced.
“You two are definitely rusty,” her voice echoed around the room.
Sam’s eyes widened as he saw her: long blonde hair, brown eyes and mocking grin. The same Ruby he had seen so many times before, standing right in front of him even after all that happened with Lilith.
“Well we are not the only ones, my friend,” Mia said as she took a couple of steps towards Ruby and looked down at the Devil’s trap Sam had painted on the floor and she was standing on.
“Shit,” she mumbled. “So are you gonna let me out or what?”
Mia bent down and used the knife to scratch some of the paint off the floor.
“Thank you,” Ruby said as she walked in. “Sam.”
“Ruby,” he whispered.
“How… are you holding up?” she said, in a clear effort to be polite to him.
“How do you think?” he looked away and saw Mia closing the door “So who’s gonna explain to me what the hell is going on?”
“Just hang on, grasshopper, before you start on your questionnaire there’s something you must know,” Ruby said looking at the other two. “They have Bobby, he’s being held as their prisoner in a small shack on the outsides of North Dakota.”
“What? We gotta…,” Sam began.
“He’s guarded by no less than fifteen demons,” Ruby said looking at him. “But… they are planning on moving him in two days.”
“Is he ok?”
“For the moment he is,” she looked down for a moment and then back at him. “They’ll take him to Lilith, I’m afraid she wants to talk to him herself.”
“We must act fast, it will be easier to catch them on the road,” Mia said. “We must try to free him before they get to Lilith, or… ”
“She’ll kill him,” Sam whispered.
“Have you lost your mind? It’ll be suicide!” Ruby said. “Even if the three of us went there, there’s no chance against a bunch of demons.”
“I’m not going to leave him there to die!” Sam said. “I’ve already lost too many people, and I’m sick of hiding.”
“Well I’m impressed,” she said. “But as much as I like this new attitude of yours, in this case it won’t do any good.”
“He’s the only family I have left and has risked his life for Dean and I more times that I can count,” he said reluctantly. “So I’m saving Bobby, whether you like it or not!”
Sam and Ruby looked at each other, one more stubborn than the other, neither willing to quit their own beliefs. Then Sam looked away, Mia was no longer looking or paying attention to either of them, instead she was staring directly into the bed where Dean was lying. A drop of blood had just appeared on the blanket that covered his brother’s body.
“Oh God,” she whispered as she took a couple of steps towards the bed.
“Hey!” Sam said as he tried to stop her.
“He’s bleeding,” Mia looked into Sam’s eyes.
“I just cleaned his wounds and put him bandages.”
“What are you two talking about?” Ruby said looking at the others and then noticing the shape covered by the discolored yellow blanket on the bed.
“We can’t leave him like this,” Mia said still looking deep into Sam’s eyes. “Let me help him. Please.”
“Oh, no. Don’t tell me…,” Ruby began, but she was being ignored.
Sam was holding Mia by the arm, not letting her get any closer to the bed, as they looked at each other. On one hand he had to protect his brother, Ruby might know this girl and trust her, but still he just couldn’t be that naive. That attitude was exactly what had got him in this situation after all. But on the other hand, Dean was dead, and his remaining body was the only thing that held all of his hope of his brother ever coming back. Slowly Sam’s hand let go of the girl’s arm.
“Thank you,” she could read her lips. Mia walked over to the bed and uncovered Dean’s body.
“You had him all this time?” Ruby whispered, her eyes widened and a look of disbelief appeared on her face. “I thought you had cremated him.”
“I didn’t,” he said not paying nearly as much attention to her as he was to Mia who was now sitting beside his brother. “Bobby thought it was a good idea to confuse demons, in case they would come after his body.”
The other girl was now sitting beside Dean, simply staring at him. “What have you done to yourself?” she whispered, in a tone that none of the other two could have heard. She stroked his hair gently with her right hand, and then moved it to the side of his face.
“What-?” Sam began.
“Just look,” Ruby whispered to him.
Meanwhile Mia rested her left hand on Dean’s chest, right above one of the several wounds caused by the hellhound’s teeth and claws. But to Sam’s surprise as she moved her hand the wound closed and healed in a matter of seconds right before his eyes. Could this really be happening? Sam’s eyes widened as he took a step closer, completely ignoring Ruby’s attempts of convincing him to stay behind. He bent down next to the girl and looked at her, speechless and not sure whether or not to believe what his eyes had just seen.
Aware of his shock, Mia looked over at Sam and half smiled.
“Don’t worry, he’ll be ok,” she said in a low tone.
He just stood there perplexed moving his head from Mia to Dean’s healing body “Who…,” he stopped, not sure of what it was exactly that he wanted to know “How?... What are you?”
She looked over at Dean’s body, as she rested one of her hands on his chest and the other on his neck, erasing any trace of blood as she did.
“Sam…,” she said taking a deep breath. “I know you probably won’t believe this but…,” she smiled, trying to look for the best way to explain, “every story has two sides, ever since the world was created there has always been a balance: evil and good, darkness and light, night and day,” she made a brief pause, “demons…”
Sam frowned for a second, staring at her with his mouth half open. He looked away for a second as if trying to actually understand what she was trying to tell him.
“…and angels.”
Author: Mel aka mad_about_dan
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13, violence and cursing.
Timeline: Post-No rest for the wicked
Wordcount: 2569
Disclaimer: Nope, I do not own the boys or Supernatural. It belongs to the CW, WB and Eric Kripke.
Summary: It has been a month since Dean's death and Sam has had to find the stenght inside him to keep on fighting as Dean asked him to. So he finds himself on a quest against time to find Lilith and with her a way to bring his brother back to life.
Note!: I want to thank the lovely angelsdee, she was the beta for this chapter. Thank you, sweetie!!
banner by sweetgirl7808
Suffering, Blood and Tears
“Just let me find a way,” tears ran down Sam’s cheeks as he looked down. “The truth is I’m tired of this, I’m tired of pretending I’m fine all by myself and keeping this mask on, because it isn’t me…,” he shook his head,”because I can’t be you.” As words came out of his mouth he could feel his chest closing, making it harder to breathe. “The truth is I’m scared,” his voice broke, “and I don’t know what to do.”
Sam let himself fall on his bed with the palms of his hands covering his face, but as he did, something fell to the ground. Quickly he looked down; lying on the floor, by his feet and staring back at him was the book. Sam simply looked at it for a couple of seconds and Bobby’s words repeated once again in his mind. ‘It contains as much as you’d need to know about demons.’ If this was the same book Bobby was talking about, then it had to have something to help him.
He bent down and took the book in his hands, wiping some of the dust that covered it. Sam opened it and began flipping through the pages; the first one had a brief note written by hand:
Dear Reader,
If you are holding this in your hands, it means I failed. This book is the job of a lifetime, there is suffering, blood and tears in every single page, and it could be fatal in the wrong hands. Use it wisely.
Keep Fighting,
Samuel
‘Suffering, blood and tears,’ those three words remained stuck in Sam’s mind; he wondered if Samuel Colt ever thought someone would understand what that meant as much as Sam did right now. He passed on the page just to find details on Devil’s traps, how they were better if made with or on iron, the meaning of every symbol and when they were first used. Most of it he already knew, so he continued searching.
As the pages kept going, the themes grew darker and darker, protection against demons, demons through the history, dark magic, summoning rituals, demonic omens and many others.
One of the pages had a small drawing of a weird creature, it had a man’s head, but its body resembled the one of a dragon. Above the drawing Sam read the name ‘Asmodeus’.
Asmodeus or Asmodai is one of the few demons whose names have actually been known through history, it is also one of the most powerful ones. Reference of its existence can be found in several books but mostly in the book of Enoch, where he is described as a three headed dragon, one of the heads is of a man while the other two are of snakes.
Many times considered as the demon of lust and vanity. Asmodeus is thought to be a shape shifter, meaning he can make himself appear in any way he wants to, most of the times taking an innocent or gentle form to trick men into doing what he wants them to.
He is one of the Dukes of Hell.
The article continued but Sam simply remained there, staring at the open page in front of him. Could this be true? And if it was, how did Samuel Colt know it? The more he read in this book, the more he wondered how Colt could have known all that, and if such a great hunter had been killed what hope did he really have?
For an instant, Sam looked up and took a quick glance at the windows, it was pretty dark outside, the sun had just gone down and nightfall was knocking on his door. He couldn’t help but feel certain melancholy and sadness. As darkness approached, it was then he felt the loneliest, lost and afraid, taken away from everyone and everything he knew and loved.
With a deep breath, he looked down at the book once again, but as he kept going through the pages, Sam’s eyes stopped all of a sudden. All his attention was now fixed on a pair of pages, the left one had a drawing of a man talking to another, but this second one was red and had horns, kind of the cliché image of what demons were supposed to look like; but it was the next page that had really gotten Sam’s attention.
To Hell and Back
For centuries there have been speculations, legends and stories of people going to hell and back, telling their stories and how they’ve met demons and even the devil himself. Even though most of these men had been accused of being mentally ill, there are actually existing spells, rituals and incantations that believers assure to be efficient.
Probably the most popular of these men is Dante Alighieri, who wrote the novel “Divine Comedy” in the year 1308, where he tells the story of his journey through hell, purgatory and paradise.
Immediately Sam’s eyes widened as he turned around to see his brother and then looked back at the open book. He passed the page.
Although there have been centuries and continents of difference between all of these men and women who have claimed to make this transition and come back, there is always a common factor: although some of them claim they were taken there forcibly by a long gone familiar or even tricked by a demon, most of these people claimed that this phenomenon happened when they were on the edge of dying and then had been miraculously saved, whether if it was by using medicine, witchcraft or by natural means. This is probably the reason why no man, except for Dante, has done it willingly; although he claimed he didn’t need to be on the edge of death but just asked Virgil for this favor.
Even though some incantations for this still exist they haven’t been proved in centuries by any man or hunter.
Lower in the page there was a picture of a man diving into a river with lights on one of the shores, it had a brief legend written in small text.
It is considered that the water is the closest medium between the life of the living and the life of the dead, and that dying in water makes the transition more peaceful and less painful.
Suddenly a knock on the door made Sam jump off the bed and stand on his feet. He quickly covered his brother’s body with a blanket, grabbed one of the shotguns from his bag and started walking towards the window. He took a look into the darkness outside, but there was nothing out there, so loading the shotgun on his hands, he stood by the door trying to hear whoever was outside. Then there was a second knock on the door, this time Sam opened it quickly and pointed the shotgun at the knocker.
“Get in!” a woman’s voice said.
She quickly slid into the room, pulled Sam by the shirt and then shut the door not before taking a quick glance in case there was anyone else outside.
“Did anyone follow you here?”
Sam could tell this was the same girl that had helped him back at Bobby’s by her voice but this was the first time he really had the chance to look at her. She wasn’t tall, neither small, had long brown hair and eyes to match. Her facial features were delicate; it was as if looking at a pale porcelain doll dressed in a hunter’s outfit, boots, torn jeans, t-shirt and long leather jacket.
“No,” he finally answered.
“Perfect!” she said, taking a deep breath and taking a look through the nearest window.
He bent down and slid the book underneath the bag that was lying on his bed as she looked the other way.
“So, who are you?” Sam said, still not letting go of the shotgun in his hand.
The girl turned around, looking first at the gun in Sam’s hand and then at his face.
“My name is, Mia” she said, turned around and took a step towards him “I’m not too different from you; I look for demons and send them back where they are supposed to be. In war, we are on the same side.”
“What were you doing at Bobby’s?”
“I’ve been following Lilith’s soldiers for a while now, and overheard that they were looking for something that was of great importance to her,” she continued, “So I followed them, and found you.”
“How did you get Ruby’s knife?” Sam had way too many questions to ask, and it would take more than just a couple of them for him to really trust that girl.
She half smiled, “Talking about the Devil.”
“What?” Sam began, and as an answer to his question the door swung open violently and the sound of heels hitting the floor was produced.
“You two are definitely rusty,” her voice echoed around the room.
Sam’s eyes widened as he saw her: long blonde hair, brown eyes and mocking grin. The same Ruby he had seen so many times before, standing right in front of him even after all that happened with Lilith.
“Well we are not the only ones, my friend,” Mia said as she took a couple of steps towards Ruby and looked down at the Devil’s trap Sam had painted on the floor and she was standing on.
“Shit,” she mumbled. “So are you gonna let me out or what?”
Mia bent down and used the knife to scratch some of the paint off the floor.
“Thank you,” Ruby said as she walked in. “Sam.”
“Ruby,” he whispered.
“How… are you holding up?” she said, in a clear effort to be polite to him.
“How do you think?” he looked away and saw Mia closing the door “So who’s gonna explain to me what the hell is going on?”
“Just hang on, grasshopper, before you start on your questionnaire there’s something you must know,” Ruby said looking at the other two. “They have Bobby, he’s being held as their prisoner in a small shack on the outsides of North Dakota.”
“What? We gotta…,” Sam began.
“He’s guarded by no less than fifteen demons,” Ruby said looking at him. “But… they are planning on moving him in two days.”
“Is he ok?”
“For the moment he is,” she looked down for a moment and then back at him. “They’ll take him to Lilith, I’m afraid she wants to talk to him herself.”
“We must act fast, it will be easier to catch them on the road,” Mia said. “We must try to free him before they get to Lilith, or… ”
“She’ll kill him,” Sam whispered.
“Have you lost your mind? It’ll be suicide!” Ruby said. “Even if the three of us went there, there’s no chance against a bunch of demons.”
“I’m not going to leave him there to die!” Sam said. “I’ve already lost too many people, and I’m sick of hiding.”
“Well I’m impressed,” she said. “But as much as I like this new attitude of yours, in this case it won’t do any good.”
“He’s the only family I have left and has risked his life for Dean and I more times that I can count,” he said reluctantly. “So I’m saving Bobby, whether you like it or not!”
Sam and Ruby looked at each other, one more stubborn than the other, neither willing to quit their own beliefs. Then Sam looked away, Mia was no longer looking or paying attention to either of them, instead she was staring directly into the bed where Dean was lying. A drop of blood had just appeared on the blanket that covered his brother’s body.
“Oh God,” she whispered as she took a couple of steps towards the bed.
“Hey!” Sam said as he tried to stop her.
“He’s bleeding,” Mia looked into Sam’s eyes.
“I just cleaned his wounds and put him bandages.”
“What are you two talking about?” Ruby said looking at the others and then noticing the shape covered by the discolored yellow blanket on the bed.
“We can’t leave him like this,” Mia said still looking deep into Sam’s eyes. “Let me help him. Please.”
“Oh, no. Don’t tell me…,” Ruby began, but she was being ignored.
Sam was holding Mia by the arm, not letting her get any closer to the bed, as they looked at each other. On one hand he had to protect his brother, Ruby might know this girl and trust her, but still he just couldn’t be that naive. That attitude was exactly what had got him in this situation after all. But on the other hand, Dean was dead, and his remaining body was the only thing that held all of his hope of his brother ever coming back. Slowly Sam’s hand let go of the girl’s arm.
“Thank you,” she could read her lips. Mia walked over to the bed and uncovered Dean’s body.
“You had him all this time?” Ruby whispered, her eyes widened and a look of disbelief appeared on her face. “I thought you had cremated him.”
“I didn’t,” he said not paying nearly as much attention to her as he was to Mia who was now sitting beside his brother. “Bobby thought it was a good idea to confuse demons, in case they would come after his body.”
The other girl was now sitting beside Dean, simply staring at him. “What have you done to yourself?” she whispered, in a tone that none of the other two could have heard. She stroked his hair gently with her right hand, and then moved it to the side of his face.
“What-?” Sam began.
“Just look,” Ruby whispered to him.
Meanwhile Mia rested her left hand on Dean’s chest, right above one of the several wounds caused by the hellhound’s teeth and claws. But to Sam’s surprise as she moved her hand the wound closed and healed in a matter of seconds right before his eyes. Could this really be happening? Sam’s eyes widened as he took a step closer, completely ignoring Ruby’s attempts of convincing him to stay behind. He bent down next to the girl and looked at her, speechless and not sure whether or not to believe what his eyes had just seen.
Aware of his shock, Mia looked over at Sam and half smiled.
“Don’t worry, he’ll be ok,” she said in a low tone.
He just stood there perplexed moving his head from Mia to Dean’s healing body “Who…,” he stopped, not sure of what it was exactly that he wanted to know “How?... What are you?”
She looked over at Dean’s body, as she rested one of her hands on his chest and the other on his neck, erasing any trace of blood as she did.
“Sam…,” she said taking a deep breath. “I know you probably won’t believe this but…,” she smiled, trying to look for the best way to explain, “every story has two sides, ever since the world was created there has always been a balance: evil and good, darkness and light, night and day,” she made a brief pause, “demons…”
Sam frowned for a second, staring at her with his mouth half open. He looked away for a second as if trying to actually understand what she was trying to tell him.
“…and angels.”