A/N:The word is Relax
"Sam, relax. It's all going to be over soon." The voice chanted to him.
He was strapped to a table, the spirit coaxing him to close his eyes, and die. That the pain would go away. He had no idea how he got like this, but it didn't matter.
All that mattered was that Dean was coming for him. But he was so damn tired, and the sweet promise of release was tempting.
"It's alright Sam. Let go." The spirit said in his mother's voice. It was too tempting. Suddenly, He heard a door open, and footsteps running.
"Sam!"