Hello readers :D this is just a one-shot that I could not get out of my head. It takes place when Sam is in hell. Enjoy :D
Warnings: Torture, violence.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Ashes, blood and smoke. That's all Sam can see. Dean. He needs Dean. Where is his brother? Blood runs from his head into his eyes.
"Dean!" He screams.
Tears form in his eyes and begin rolling down his cheek. He screamed and screamed until his throat was hoarse. Pain is all he can feel. Sweet, lonely, torturous pain. Lucifer.
"No, no no no. Dean! Where are you?" He screams again. Is that a knife? He feels something slide beautifully through his skin. Blood runs down his stomach and drips onto his bare legs. Torture. Voices. Hundreds of voices. He attempts to burst through the ghost of a crowd, but does not move. Unable to move. Retrained.
"Bring Dean back! Bring him back!" Sam yells through a tortured throat. He opens his eyes. Dean is not there. A gun sits in front of him. Floating.
"Pull it. Pull the trigger. You will find Dean," A voice promises.
Sam tries to lift his restrained hand and is successful. Wrapping his finger around the trigger, he pulls. Bang. His blood spread across the wall. Screams stopped. He needs Dean. He was made a promise. Opening his eyes and looking through the blood he sees his brother. Happiness.
"Sammy, you ok?" Dean questions, concern etching his face.
"Are you..real?" Sam begs.
"As real as I'm going to get Sammy boy," Dean answers. Smiling, he turns into Lucifer once more.
A/N Please review