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Thump thump, thump thump.
Blood, coursing through his veins loud and clear, pressure building in every atom of his being and Sam can't tell if it's from adrenaline or the demon blood, or maybe a horrible combination of the two.
Thump thump, thump thump.
It's not like he's scared. Werewolves, vampires, ghosts; he's faced more monsters than he can count for longer than he can remember, but this? One on one face off with the Devil?
Thump thump, thump thump.
Despite his steadily beating heart, Sam is not scared. They'd fought for this for months; they'd died for it, and friends sacrificed themselves for it. This isn't just his fight, it's all of theirs. And there isn't anything that could stop him from seeing it through to the end.
Thump thump, thump thump.
No, he isn't scared. Not one bit. He doesn't have time for it. "We don't have any other choice. Yes."
Thumpthump, thumpthump--
And there's an impossibly bright light. Sam's waiting for it, the impact, the explosion, the pain and heat and darkness that is possession, but it never comes. There's nothing. In fact, he just feels...cold? He opens his eyes and there's metal, only metal and electronics like he's never seen before. It doesn't make sense, it's wrong, and all that suppressed fear comes flooding in like a river.
Thumpthump, thumpthump.
Sam jumps off of the strange platform and down to what looks like it could be a door, pounding on it in a panic. "Cas, get me outta here! We don't have time for this! Castiel!" He stops his shouting, and exhales shortly, "Dean."
Thumpthumpthumpthump.
Dean. If he's here, that means Dean is - with Lucifer, alone. Panic, fucking panic, and Sam starts looking around the room for a way out. He's better than this, smarter than this, so he needs to calm the fuck down and figure this out.
Thump thump, thump thump.
There's a...phone? No, not quite. Something similar, maybe, and Sam walks over to it warily. He hesitantly picks it up and notices - it's on? Shakily, unsure, "Can..can anyone hear me?" He feels particularly foolish, but he's desperate and it's the best option he sees right now. "I have to get out of here. I have to find my brother. Please."
He doesn't have time for fear.
Blood, coursing through his veins loud and clear, pressure building in every atom of his being and Sam can't tell if it's from adrenaline or the demon blood, or maybe a horrible combination of the two.
Thump thump, thump thump.
It's not like he's scared. Werewolves, vampires, ghosts; he's faced more monsters than he can count for longer than he can remember, but this? One on one face off with the Devil?
Thump thump, thump thump.
Despite his steadily beating heart, Sam is not scared. They'd fought for this for months; they'd died for it, and friends sacrificed themselves for it. This isn't just his fight, it's all of theirs. And there isn't anything that could stop him from seeing it through to the end.
Thump thump, thump thump.
No, he isn't scared. Not one bit. He doesn't have time for it. "We don't have any other choice. Yes."
Thumpthump, thumpthump--
And there's an impossibly bright light. Sam's waiting for it, the impact, the explosion, the pain and heat and darkness that is possession, but it never comes. There's nothing. In fact, he just feels...cold? He opens his eyes and there's metal, only metal and electronics like he's never seen before. It doesn't make sense, it's wrong, and all that suppressed fear comes flooding in like a river.
Thumpthump, thumpthump.
Sam jumps off of the strange platform and down to what looks like it could be a door, pounding on it in a panic. "Cas, get me outta here! We don't have time for this! Castiel!" He stops his shouting, and exhales shortly, "Dean."
Thumpthumpthumpthump.
Dean. If he's here, that means Dean is - with Lucifer, alone. Panic, fucking panic, and Sam starts looking around the room for a way out. He's better than this, smarter than this, so he needs to calm the fuck down and figure this out.
Thump thump, thump thump.
There's a...phone? No, not quite. Something similar, maybe, and Sam walks over to it warily. He hesitantly picks it up and notices - it's on? Shakily, unsure, "Can..can anyone hear me?" He feels particularly foolish, but he's desperate and it's the best option he sees right now. "I have to get out of here. I have to find my brother. Please."
He doesn't have time for fear.