Walk Through the Fire
Sam lit the match after pouring a whole can of salt onto Rose's body. He looked down at the tiny match in his hand. The small fire didn't do anything to him. He stared at it for a moment more before he dropped the match onto the bones. He dialed Dean's number then looked into the flames.
"I…" Sam's eyes grew wide as he stared into the fire. He dropped his phone and back away from the open grave.
"Sam?" Dean asked. Sam couldn't hear Dean's voice though. Not as the flames licked at his skin and he could hear the brothers arguing.
"Michael you son of a bitch!" He heard Lucifer yell. Sam was trapped within the middle of them, their war destroying his body. Over and Over again for well over a thousand years. It had to be a thousand at least. It was probably more. Sam didn't even bother to count anymore. "You just had to pick a fight with me!"
"You're the infidel." Michael screamed. "You had no respect for our father and you have no respect for me. I would tell you to go to hell, but well, look where we are." He growled at his brother.
"Stop it!" Sam yelled. "Stop it!"
"SAM!" Dean yelled into the phone. Sam came back to reality then. He wasn't trapped in hell, in the cage, with Michael and Lucifer anymore. No, he was in a graveyard, watching as a woman's bones were being burned. "Sammy answer me!" Dean yelled.
"Dean." Sam said. "I'm fine." Sam said. "I'm fine."
"What the hell are you doing?" Dean asked. "Are you scratching at the wall again?"
"I…" Sam turned away from the grave. "I have to get back to work to make sure everything's ok." With that, Sam left the grave burning.
:The End: