wordcount: 1199
characters: Sam, Dean, Bobby, Tim, Reggie, Roy, Walt
warnings: panic room, needles, violence, blood
Written for
a fantastic prompt over at ohsam Prompt was:
"Someone -- Gordon Walker, Walt and Roy, the gang from Free 2B U & Me, whoever -- has it in for Sam. The kicker? They know enough -- about Sam's past, his powers, his *cough*cravings*cough* weaknesses, his HELL SEIZURES -- to put him through some seriously rough times, and bring the inhuman parts of him right up to the surface.
That's before Dean rescues Sam and shoots the crap out of his captors, of course. But by the time he arrives, Sam's already pretty messed up . . "
(thank you
rokhal )
When Sam comes to, the world is tinged with red. He blinks once, twice and recognizes the circular wall of Bobby's panic room. He struggles to remember how he ended up in here again.
He remembers a hunt with Dean. They had been hunting a kelpie, of all things. Sam had slipped on the wet rocks along the water and landed on a jagged outcropping. His leg had gotten torn up - bad enough that he was under enforced bed-rest. They'd brought him back to Bobby's to recover, and Bobby and Dean had gone back out to finish off the kelpie.
Sam looks at his leg and sure enough it's still bundled in bandages. Had they put him in here to keep him safe? He tries bringing his arms forward and finds that they are chained up and behind him- tethered to the wall.
He hears the panel on the iron door open.
"Oh look, he woke up." comes a familiar voice.
A second voice laughs, humorlessly.
Sam feels his dry, lower lip split as he speaks, "What...who...?"
The door opens and Tim walks in followed by Reggie, "Hey, Sam. How you feelin'?"
Sam lets his head fall back against the wall and remembers the last time he saw the two hunters in Garber, Oklahoma. They'd come to the bar he was working at and threatened Lindsey, the waitress, after their friend Steve had died. They had blamed Sam for Steve's death at the hands of a demon, and tried to force-feed Sam demon blood so he'd help them fight back.
Tim reaches above where Sam is sitting, and pulls on something - a tube. Something in Sam's arm twinges in response. Sam blinks again and can make out an IV line, running into his left arm. He strains to look to the right and sees a second line there.
Reggie walks over to Tim and hands him two blood bags. Tim hands Reggie back two empty bags, stained red.
"What...what is that?" Sam asks, but he already knows. He can taste the sulfur in the back of his throat, smell it oozing out of his pores.
"You have any idea how hard this was to get?" Reggie asks, leaning forward to look Sam right in the eyes. "It was worth it though. We can't just let you get away with this."
Sam looks at them in horrified disbelief, "With what?"
Tim kicks Sam in the stomach and spits on him, "With living, you piece of shit! Why can't you just stay dead!"
"Please, stop. You have no idea what you're doing. Just kill me, ok - but don't do this." Sam pleads.
Reggie kneels next to Sam, and says softly, right into his ear, "No. We're gonna bring the monster in you out to play first. We want everybody to see you for what you really are. There are sooo many hunters that want a piece of you Sam, you have no idea."
Sam sees Tim look at him in disgust, then he sees Tim's fist and then the world goes black.
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When he comes to again, he feels awful. Pain shoots through his body, every cell on fire. He looks up and though he's still chained to the wall, his arms have been lowered and the IV lines are gone. Sam clutches at his stomach as the withdrawal kicks into full gear.
"There we go." He hears from outside the room. He lifts his head through the pain and can see Tim staring at him. "Wait another day. Maybe two." Then the panel slams shut again, and Sam is alone with only his hallucinations to keep him company.
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True to their word, Tim and Reggie don't do anything for two days. Sam is occupied with visions of Dean, his father, his mother, Ruby and Lucifer. They all have their own gems of wisdom to impart, and their own methods of inflicting pain.
Lucifer is on Sam's side though. He's always been on Sam's side. He tells him that he should feast. He tells him Tim and Reggie are going to bring him offering after offering. He tells him that this room will be Sam's altar and that the sacrifices given here are given in exaltation of him.
Sam hears the door start to open and then slam shut again. "You idiot!" Tim yells. Don't go in there with it! He'll tear you to pieces."
"But then how-" and is that Roy? Sam wonders. It is, he thinks. Then a moment later he hears Walt, "How the hell are we supposed to give it to him then?"
Tim groans. "Follow me."
Sam's hallucinations have ceased thanks to his confusion and that smell. Sam smells the sulfur and iron and his mouth waters and he'd hate himself for that but he is far too far gone to care.
A few minutes later the grate in the ceiling of the panic room opens and a large, burlap sack drops into the room with him. The grate slams shut again.
Sam watches in wonder as the sack begins to twitch and then right itself. A man emerges and stares at Sam with black eyes.
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"Watch, watch." Reggie says, "He goes through 'em so quick -it's crazy."
The group of hunters around him edge closer to the opening in the ground and peer down into the panic room. They watch Sam reach out his arm and pin two of the three demons they tossed down to him against the wall. The other one isn't as lucky. They hear the woman scream, as Sam latches onto her neck. It only takes him a few minutes before her empty corpse falls to the floor.
Sam turns and one of the two pinned demons falls off his place on the wall and lands at Sam's feet. "Please." They hear the demon say.
Sam falls on him as the third demon whimpers. The only other sound is the soft rattle of the broken chains still hanging from the cuffs attached to Sam's wrists.
Roy turns away from the hole and vomits.
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The panic room is an abattoir.
Sam sits in the center of the room surrounded by a dozen corpses. His eyes are closed, and his mind is calm. He smiles as he hears familiar footsteps all the way across the salvage yard. This is one of the things he secretly loves about the demon blood. His senses are all heightened. He can hear, he can see everything. He knows exactly where all the hunters are, and he knows that their time is up.
"Shit!" He hears from above him. Then he hears a gunshot, and Walt falls on the grate above him, dead. His blood drips onto Sam's face. Sam licks at the drops close to his mouth and stands up. He gestures at the door and it flies open. He walks out into the hall and heads up the stairs to greet Dean.
"SAMMY!" Dean yells.
Dean's gun fires once, twice and Tim and Reggie drop with a thud. Bobby has a gun pressed to Roy's temple and is walking him out the front door, when Sam enters the room.
Dean sees Sam and his expression is the strangest combination of relief and horror."Oh goddamnit Sam, what'd they do to you?" He walks closer and says, "Your eyes, Sam...oh god Sammy, your eyes..."
Next Chapter : Convection