OhSam Triple Play 2016!
It's November 2, an auspicious (if ominous) day for our darling Sam, so to herald his introduction to The Red Stuff, let's revisit an annual tradition. Welcome to the OhSam Triple Play 2016! This year, we're offering a focus on a reoccurring theme in Sam's life: blood"Blood" could be interpreted in many ways. Family don't end with blood. The demon
( Read more... )
It begins like it did last time, only worse. Sam had forgotten about the blood, he'd been a little distracted with his entry to an eternity in Hell. But he almost cries once the shakes start. But, of course, he has no tears to shed.
He's hungry, thirsty, tired. He needs to piss. He suspects the deepest pit of hell doesn't have a toilet. He throws up all over himself and Lucifer laughs. Micheal is quiet, uninterested.
The need creeps up on him, grabs him by his core and refuses to let go. He hates himself, but he begins to think only of the blood, thoughts of his brother or the world he left behind are put to the side. Sometimes, he catches himself, begins to whisper names to himself. Names of people he left behind, people who get to keep on living. Dean, Sarah Blake, Becky Rosen, Chuck...
It doesn't take long for him to run out of living people to remember. He begins list the people who didn't make it:
Mom (burned alive), Dad (dragged to Hell), Jess (burned alive), Bobby (neck snapped), Cas (split into a million pieces), Jo (Hellhound), Ellen (bomb), Ash (demons), Henrickson (skinned alive)...
The list goes on until Sam can see again.
His mother is there. She's sitting there in her nightgown. A woman in white. A bloody mess. She's beautiful.
You did amazing, baby, she says. You did it. I'm so proud of you.
Her smile is the only warm, safe thing for an eternity. A lighthouse on the shore. He reaches out for her, feels nothing. He feels his face, finds his eyes still missing. Then, she's gone.
They keep coming after that. Dean. Dad. Bobby. Cas. Jess. You were never my brother, Sam. I should have killed you when I had the chance, Sam. You disgust me, Sam. You are an abomination, Sam. You killed me, Sam.
He forgets where he is. Forgets it's not real. He's trapped in his head, trapped in this cage. He vomits and sweats and shakes. He blacks out and returns with aching joints and locked muscles and a chunk out of his tongue.
Through it all he hears Lucifer's laughter.
He's a mess. Lying in his own bodily fluids, sticky and frozen. He can smell himself, he can hear the rasping in his lungs. As agonising as it was in Bobby's panic room, it's so much worse now.
I think he's near the end of his rope, brother, says Michael.
I can hear his body giving out, Lucifer says, amused. His soul is clanging around in there, waiting for a reaper.
No one's coming, Michael says, hopeless. He's not talking about Sam.
I think it's happening, says the devil.
Sam can feel it. He felt it in Cold Oak. He felt it in that abandoned house in 1978. That slow crawl up his body, the slow switch-off from his toes to his head. His breaths are sickly and grating. His heart is stuttering against his rib cage, desperate for escape.
It's coming. It's here for him. Death.
The pain stops in his body. Sam is without the confines of himself. He drifts. He aims upwards. He meets the cage ceiling. He feels Lucifer curl around him. The sun blocking out a dying star. Sam flickers. He's pulled back down.
It begins again.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
And I loved the descriptions of Michael and Lucifer, shrieking, burning, trapped in the cage, and then watching Sam go through this terrible experience, and Lucifer taking such pleasure in Sam's suffering.
Fantastic fill!
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment