Infernal Debt, Part 10/? (PG-13) Sam, Dean, OMC
Title: Infernal Debt, Chapter ten: Blood Pact
Author: Mel aka mad_about_dan
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13, violence and cursing.
Timeline: Post-No rest for the wicked
Wordcount: 1812
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.
banner by sweetgirl7808
Blood Pact
He took off his shoes and pulled off his jacket, leaving them on the floor as he got inside the tub, feet first. Sam’s hand closed firmly around the small pocket knife as he sat down. The freezing water quickly made his clothes seem heavier and made him feel goose bumps. He closed his eyes as he moved the small pocket knife playfully between his fingers.
“You can do it,” he took a deep breath. Fear maybe, decision definitely.
Finally Sam pulled the knife he was holding on his right hand towards his left one, next thing he felt was the cold blade piercing the flesh of his wrist, doing a longitudinal horizontal cut. He couldn’t help to but hear Dean’s voice somewhere inside his own conscience, furious, loud, telling him how stupid it was for him to do this, but it didn’t matter in how many ways he imagined Dean being mad over this, the pain and need to have him back was greater. Sam felt as if his wrist had just caught on fire, quickly he dove submerged his head into the water with his eyes still shut and as quickly, as his injured wrist allowed him to, changed the pocket knife from his right to his left hand and made a second cut, now on his other wrist. He had done it.
The small pocket knife slid off out of his hand without Sam even noticing it, this wasn’t alike anything like he had experienced before, hisand his wrists seemed to be burning while the rest of his body was turning colder by the second. He opened his eyes suddenly, bubbles came out of his mouth fewer and fewer every time, he could almost feel his eyes go wide as suddenly something red appeared swirling right in front of his eyes. Blood was slowly tainting the water that filled the tub. Sam closed his eyes, he could feel every part of his body go numb out of the sudden, hisand his body was slowly losing the battle. Finally his chest seemed to tighten and increase temperature, for the first time since he had been there he felt the urge to breathe but as he tried to put pull himself up he couldn’t, his body seemed too heavy and his muscles didn’t move. This was it, there was no way back. He opened his mouth on a desperate effort to get some air, but water filled his lungs instead, it burned down his throat as it came went down. Finally he closed his eyes, too weak to keep them open as his head started spinning. He was cold. Dead cold.
Sam couldn’t feel or see anything,anything; it was as if floating in the middle of nothing, hearing nothing, seeing nothing, being nothing. As if he had just stopped existing. His whole body was cold and it didn’t matter how much he tried, he couldn’t move it. Would he be dead already? Suddenly he could feel ground underneath him, suddenly a light met his eyes, itand it was pale more like a glow than an actual light. He covered his eyes with his hand, able to move himself once again.
As he pulled his hand back he saw a small lantern hanging from a pole light right beside his head. He wasn’t standing but actually laid on an uneven surface., Sam quickly sat up and took a look around. The small lantern was the only source of light around, he was sitting in some kind of boat and sitting besides him was a cloaked figure. Sam hesitated, where was he? was Was this hell? But before he could say anything the cloaked figure turned to see him, it was impossible to see the creature’s eyes, since the cloak covered half of his face, all his could see was it’s mouth, crossed several times by threatsthreads, it’s lips had been sewn together.
“Oh…,” Sam couldn’t help but move back slightly, but his companion didn’t move or do anything in response. He could easily think of a couple of questions to make toask this creature or man, but the situation really made it all the more difficult. “To hell…,” he finally sighed. “whereWhere…,” he stopped not sure if this was actually the right question.
The cloaked figure simply shook his head to the sides. What was that supposed to mean? This wasn’t hell? Then what the hell was it? Then as he looked down he noticed the liquid around them, it looked denser than water and darker too.
“Tar,” he whispered.
Next to him the creature nodded slowly.
“But there most must be a way out,” Sam said looking around them, trying to see any trace of land between the shadows. Then he noticed a piece of small land at in the distance. He looked around the boat for a couple of seconds and finally found some kind of paddle, it was pretty heavy but still Sam grabbed it firmly between his two hands and started paddling. He had no idea of where he was going but it was definitely better than just staying in the middle of a lake of tar. Slowly the boat moved in the middle of the lake, from time to time Sam checked on his companion, who simply shook his head from side to side.
Finally they got to the shore of a small island, its diameter didn’t exceed 5 meters and it’s soil was made of black rocks. Sam pulled himself out of the boat and pulled it into the shore. The island was deserted. What the hell was all of this? Some kind of private prison or punishment?
“Welcome Samuel,” a low voice said from behind.
Immediately Sam turned around, a man was standing right in front of him now. His blond hair looked oily and slippery, purple bangs underneath his ghastly yellow eyes, mocking grin and a tux.
“I had been expecting you,” the man continued.
“And who the hell are you? Devil’s advocate?”
“No,” the grin didn’t disappear from the man’s face. “But kind of-”
He stopped and they both turned around as a loud sound came from behind Sam. As he turned around he could see the cloaked figure that had been next to him on the boat now layinglying on the ground.
“Did you enjoy your company?” the man said. “Poor bastard.”
“Who are you?” Sam repeated looking back at him.
“I think you know pretty well, huh?” he half smiled. “The one you’ve been thinking of for the last hours, who you had been pleading to find here…” he seemed speciallyespecially glad of that part. “I’m Asmodeus,” he made a brief vow, “at your service.”
Sam looked at him for a couple of seconds, studying every feature of his face.
“Now tell me, what can I help you with?”
“My brother,” Sam said instantly. “I want him back.”
“Oh, bring Dean back from the deathdead,” he looked at the distance, “greedy young boy doesn’t want anything easy.”
“You can’t do it?” Sam said, almost daring him.
“Of course I can,” Asmodeus said, almost looking offended, “but under a high price.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he said. “What do you want?”
He half smiled. “What do you offer me?”
“Me,” he whispered. “Free my brother and I’ll stay in exchange.”
The demon looked at him, its eyes widened,widened; it was surely not expecting something like this, at least not that easily.
“Though I must say that’s a really sweet deal… I had something else in mind.”
“Speak.”
“Oh, aggressive,” it half smiled. “I like it. Anyways… how about this? You and your brother go back, you know, have a mortal life play with your Barbie’s, whatever you want… but first, you must do me a little favor,” he half smiled. “You have to kill Lilith.”
Sam’s frowned and opened his mouth slightly, he had come here expecting the worst but from all the possibilities he had imagined this was certainly not one.
“What?” he muttered.
“You see… me and her,her don’t get along too well,” he shook his head. “So, you and your brother go back, got 7 days to find Lilith and kill her, otherwise… your brother becomes one of us,” he smiled. “And you die.”
Sam looked down for a couple of seconds.
“What if we kill her before the 7th day?”
“You and your brother get your lives back, both of you,” it said. “Live a mortal life and have no debt to me or to any other demon,” it made a brief pause. “Deal?”
After a couple of seconds Sam looked up at him.
“… but how do we-”
“You don’t expect me to kiss you, right?” it laughed. “Leave that crap to the sellers, you are now making doing business with the boss,” Asmodeus took a think thick knife out of off his pocket and slid it down his palm causing a thin string of black liquid to come out. “I prefer blood pacts,” it stretched his hand holding out the knife for Sam to hold take it. He hesitated for a second.
“Where is my brother?” he muttered looking at it. “I know you have him.”
“Silly little boy, your own brother has been right in front of you all these this time and you haven’t even noticed?” the demon looked sincerely amused.
Sam’s eyes widened, he could feel the blood run from his face as the thoughts raced through his head. What was it talking about? He took a quick look at Asmodeus but then it hit him. He quickly turned around and ran over to the cloaked figure on the ground, knelt down and grabbed it between his arms. Sam’s hand chook shook as it grabbed the cloak that covered his face and pulled it back, his eyes immediately filled with tears.
“Dean,” his voice broke in a whisper.
Right in his arms was Dean. Tears and dust covered his cheeks and the several threats threads forbid forbade him to open his mouth. His eyes looked distant,distant; he blinked slowly as if making a great effort.
“What did you do to him?”
“That’s what we do in hell, Sam?” ,” it walked towards them. “I didn’t want you that happening to you so that’s why I didn’t take you there, I didn’t want to spoil the fun,” he half smiled. “That’s what happens to everyone… though I must admit your brother definitely put up some fight.”
“You son of a-”
“Ah! No, no, no. I’m just doing my job, Sam,” it said. “it’s It’s up to you to take your brother out of your this misery, or to leave it here.”
Sam quickly grabbed the knife Asmodeus had been holding and made a small cut on the palm of his hand.
“Deal,” he muttered, tears of anger filling his eyes.
Looking pleased Asmodeus held out his hand.
“Seven days,” he whispered.
As soon as Sam and Asmodeus chook shook hands everything around them disappeared. He was, once again, in the middle of nothing.
Author: Mel aka mad_about_dan
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13, violence and cursing.
Timeline: Post-No rest for the wicked
Wordcount: 1812
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.
banner by sweetgirl7808
Blood Pact
He took off his shoes and pulled off his jacket, leaving them on the floor as he got inside the tub, feet first. Sam’s hand closed firmly around the small pocket knife as he sat down. The freezing water quickly made his clothes seem heavier and made him feel goose bumps. He closed his eyes as he moved the small pocket knife playfully between his fingers.
“You can do it,” he took a deep breath. Fear maybe, decision definitely.
Finally Sam pulled the knife he was holding on his right hand towards his left one, next thing he felt was the cold blade piercing the flesh of his wrist, doing a longitudinal horizontal cut. He couldn’t help to but hear Dean’s voice somewhere inside his own conscience, furious, loud, telling him how stupid it was for him to do this, but it didn’t matter in how many ways he imagined Dean being mad over this, the pain and need to have him back was greater. Sam felt as if his wrist had just caught on fire, quickly he dove submerged his head into the water with his eyes still shut and as quickly, as his injured wrist allowed him to, changed the pocket knife from his right to his left hand and made a second cut, now on his other wrist. He had done it.
The small pocket knife slid off out of his hand without Sam even noticing it, this wasn’t alike anything like he had experienced before, hisand his wrists seemed to be burning while the rest of his body was turning colder by the second. He opened his eyes suddenly, bubbles came out of his mouth fewer and fewer every time, he could almost feel his eyes go wide as suddenly something red appeared swirling right in front of his eyes. Blood was slowly tainting the water that filled the tub. Sam closed his eyes, he could feel every part of his body go numb out of the sudden, hisand his body was slowly losing the battle. Finally his chest seemed to tighten and increase temperature, for the first time since he had been there he felt the urge to breathe but as he tried to put pull himself up he couldn’t, his body seemed too heavy and his muscles didn’t move. This was it, there was no way back. He opened his mouth on a desperate effort to get some air, but water filled his lungs instead, it burned down his throat as it came went down. Finally he closed his eyes, too weak to keep them open as his head started spinning. He was cold. Dead cold.
Sam couldn’t feel or see anything,anything; it was as if floating in the middle of nothing, hearing nothing, seeing nothing, being nothing. As if he had just stopped existing. His whole body was cold and it didn’t matter how much he tried, he couldn’t move it. Would he be dead already? Suddenly he could feel ground underneath him, suddenly a light met his eyes, itand it was pale more like a glow than an actual light. He covered his eyes with his hand, able to move himself once again.
As he pulled his hand back he saw a small lantern hanging from a pole light right beside his head. He wasn’t standing but actually laid on an uneven surface., Sam quickly sat up and took a look around. The small lantern was the only source of light around, he was sitting in some kind of boat and sitting besides him was a cloaked figure. Sam hesitated, where was he? was Was this hell? But before he could say anything the cloaked figure turned to see him, it was impossible to see the creature’s eyes, since the cloak covered half of his face, all his could see was it’s mouth, crossed several times by threatsthreads, it’s lips had been sewn together.
“Oh…,” Sam couldn’t help but move back slightly, but his companion didn’t move or do anything in response. He could easily think of a couple of questions to make toask this creature or man, but the situation really made it all the more difficult. “To hell…,” he finally sighed. “whereWhere…,” he stopped not sure if this was actually the right question.
The cloaked figure simply shook his head to the sides. What was that supposed to mean? This wasn’t hell? Then what the hell was it? Then as he looked down he noticed the liquid around them, it looked denser than water and darker too.
“Tar,” he whispered.
Next to him the creature nodded slowly.
“But there most must be a way out,” Sam said looking around them, trying to see any trace of land between the shadows. Then he noticed a piece of small land at in the distance. He looked around the boat for a couple of seconds and finally found some kind of paddle, it was pretty heavy but still Sam grabbed it firmly between his two hands and started paddling. He had no idea of where he was going but it was definitely better than just staying in the middle of a lake of tar. Slowly the boat moved in the middle of the lake, from time to time Sam checked on his companion, who simply shook his head from side to side.
Finally they got to the shore of a small island, its diameter didn’t exceed 5 meters and it’s soil was made of black rocks. Sam pulled himself out of the boat and pulled it into the shore. The island was deserted. What the hell was all of this? Some kind of private prison or punishment?
“Welcome Samuel,” a low voice said from behind.
Immediately Sam turned around, a man was standing right in front of him now. His blond hair looked oily and slippery, purple bangs underneath his ghastly yellow eyes, mocking grin and a tux.
“I had been expecting you,” the man continued.
“And who the hell are you? Devil’s advocate?”
“No,” the grin didn’t disappear from the man’s face. “But kind of-”
He stopped and they both turned around as a loud sound came from behind Sam. As he turned around he could see the cloaked figure that had been next to him on the boat now layinglying on the ground.
“Did you enjoy your company?” the man said. “Poor bastard.”
“Who are you?” Sam repeated looking back at him.
“I think you know pretty well, huh?” he half smiled. “The one you’ve been thinking of for the last hours, who you had been pleading to find here…” he seemed speciallyespecially glad of that part. “I’m Asmodeus,” he made a brief vow, “at your service.”
Sam looked at him for a couple of seconds, studying every feature of his face.
“Now tell me, what can I help you with?”
“My brother,” Sam said instantly. “I want him back.”
“Oh, bring Dean back from the deathdead,” he looked at the distance, “greedy young boy doesn’t want anything easy.”
“You can’t do it?” Sam said, almost daring him.
“Of course I can,” Asmodeus said, almost looking offended, “but under a high price.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he said. “What do you want?”
He half smiled. “What do you offer me?”
“Me,” he whispered. “Free my brother and I’ll stay in exchange.”
The demon looked at him, its eyes widened,widened; it was surely not expecting something like this, at least not that easily.
“Though I must say that’s a really sweet deal… I had something else in mind.”
“Speak.”
“Oh, aggressive,” it half smiled. “I like it. Anyways… how about this? You and your brother go back, you know, have a mortal life play with your Barbie’s, whatever you want… but first, you must do me a little favor,” he half smiled. “You have to kill Lilith.”
Sam’s frowned and opened his mouth slightly, he had come here expecting the worst but from all the possibilities he had imagined this was certainly not one.
“What?” he muttered.
“You see… me and her,her don’t get along too well,” he shook his head. “So, you and your brother go back, got 7 days to find Lilith and kill her, otherwise… your brother becomes one of us,” he smiled. “And you die.”
Sam looked down for a couple of seconds.
“What if we kill her before the 7th day?”
“You and your brother get your lives back, both of you,” it said. “Live a mortal life and have no debt to me or to any other demon,” it made a brief pause. “Deal?”
After a couple of seconds Sam looked up at him.
“… but how do we-”
“You don’t expect me to kiss you, right?” it laughed. “Leave that crap to the sellers, you are now making doing business with the boss,” Asmodeus took a think thick knife out of off his pocket and slid it down his palm causing a thin string of black liquid to come out. “I prefer blood pacts,” it stretched his hand holding out the knife for Sam to hold take it. He hesitated for a second.
“Where is my brother?” he muttered looking at it. “I know you have him.”
“Silly little boy, your own brother has been right in front of you all these this time and you haven’t even noticed?” the demon looked sincerely amused.
Sam’s eyes widened, he could feel the blood run from his face as the thoughts raced through his head. What was it talking about? He took a quick look at Asmodeus but then it hit him. He quickly turned around and ran over to the cloaked figure on the ground, knelt down and grabbed it between his arms. Sam’s hand chook shook as it grabbed the cloak that covered his face and pulled it back, his eyes immediately filled with tears.
“Dean,” his voice broke in a whisper.
Right in his arms was Dean. Tears and dust covered his cheeks and the several threats threads forbid forbade him to open his mouth. His eyes looked distant,distant; he blinked slowly as if making a great effort.
“What did you do to him?”
“That’s what we do in hell, Sam?” ,” it walked towards them. “I didn’t want you that happening to you so that’s why I didn’t take you there, I didn’t want to spoil the fun,” he half smiled. “That’s what happens to everyone… though I must admit your brother definitely put up some fight.”
“You son of a-”
“Ah! No, no, no. I’m just doing my job, Sam,” it said. “it’s It’s up to you to take your brother out of your this misery, or to leave it here.”
Sam quickly grabbed the knife Asmodeus had been holding and made a small cut on the palm of his hand.
“Deal,” he muttered, tears of anger filling his eyes.
Looking pleased Asmodeus held out his hand.
“Seven days,” he whispered.
As soon as Sam and Asmodeus chook shook hands everything around them disappeared. He was, once again, in the middle of nothing.