Live in 4-D
Title: Live in 4-D
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sam
Summary: There are 476 dimensions in Hell, and Sam exists in all of them.
A/N: So I was watching Angel yesterday-as I tend to do during the long wait for SPN-and they were all "this hell-dimension" and "that hell-dimension" and so I was like, HEY! Hell-dimensions!
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There are approximately 476 dimensions in Hell, and Sam exists in them all.
Only in a few of them is he in an actual cage, bars of metal and fire pressing into his skin, cutting into him like knives jesus
In one of them he's lying on his back all broken up from hitting the ground after the long fall and he's looking up through bars at blue sky and the bright lights of angels far, far above. Help me, he calls out to them, and they look down and laugh.
One Hell has red-skinned men with demon-black eyes, jabbing hot pokers into him in attempts to induce visions and did visions always hurt so bad, or was that just Hell? Sometimes he's trapped in the dark, chained up like a dog, only taken out to be beaten for the pleasure of a man burning with the incandescence of an angel. You're doing this to yourself, Sam, he says, and when Sam looks up the man is wearing his face.
Sam exists in 476 dimensions, and in all of them he is alone, running and hiding or tortured or worse. He just wants out. Please, God, I just want to die. But God's not listening to Sam, not anymore.
Sometimes Dean bends over him, scarred and savage, deaf to Sam's cries for his help. He hums 'Hey Jude' as he tortures Sam and then he moves on to Dad, Dad who can't be here because he got out through the Gate, it's not fair.
Sam exists in 476 dimensions, and then he exists in just one, standing under a dying streetlamp. Faint strains of the Beatles drift on the air and something smells like burnt meat and Sam's not so sure he's out after all.
You're doing this to yourself, Sam.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sam
Summary: There are 476 dimensions in Hell, and Sam exists in all of them.
A/N: So I was watching Angel yesterday-as I tend to do during the long wait for SPN-and they were all "this hell-dimension" and "that hell-dimension" and so I was like, HEY! Hell-dimensions!
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There are approximately 476 dimensions in Hell, and Sam exists in them all.
Only in a few of them is he in an actual cage, bars of metal and fire pressing into his skin, cutting into him like knives jesus
In one of them he's lying on his back all broken up from hitting the ground after the long fall and he's looking up through bars at blue sky and the bright lights of angels far, far above. Help me, he calls out to them, and they look down and laugh.
One Hell has red-skinned men with demon-black eyes, jabbing hot pokers into him in attempts to induce visions and did visions always hurt so bad, or was that just Hell? Sometimes he's trapped in the dark, chained up like a dog, only taken out to be beaten for the pleasure of a man burning with the incandescence of an angel. You're doing this to yourself, Sam, he says, and when Sam looks up the man is wearing his face.
Sam exists in 476 dimensions, and in all of them he is alone, running and hiding or tortured or worse. He just wants out. Please, God, I just want to die. But God's not listening to Sam, not anymore.
Sometimes Dean bends over him, scarred and savage, deaf to Sam's cries for his help. He hums 'Hey Jude' as he tortures Sam and then he moves on to Dad, Dad who can't be here because he got out through the Gate, it's not fair.
Sam exists in 476 dimensions, and then he exists in just one, standing under a dying streetlamp. Faint strains of the Beatles drift on the air and something smells like burnt meat and Sam's not so sure he's out after all.
You're doing this to yourself, Sam.