"... and when he finds your ass in here we will kill him. Lucifer has forbidden us from harming you, at least not to a lethal point, but Dean is fair game. He will be dead as soon as he steps through these doors." the leader demon said.
Sam laughed and that earned him a punch to the face but this was seriously too much.
"What's so funny, Winchester? You would think that your brother coming here and getting killed because of you would rather make him all growly and pissy and instead he's sitting here, laughing his head off. Maybe he's finally gone insane?" she said to the other demons, stroking Sam's face in a mock caress.
He didn't even care. They could do anything they wanted to him, he would still be brought back by Lucifer.
"Well, Sammy, do share with the class, what is so funny in your situation?" the question came again, this time delivered with a kick to his abdomen. He tasted the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. Still he decided to answer.
"This is just so damn precious." Sam wheezed because his stomach hurt, his ribs hurt, everything hurt and he didn't give a fuck. "You went through all the trouble of kidnapping me, beating me up and setting me here for him to find and he's not gonna even start looking!" He couldn't help it. Laughing, or choking trying to laugh, aggravated whatever his injuries were but it was too funny.
The demons looked at him like he'd lost his mind. Maybe he really did. But he knew he was right. He may have been wrong about many things, about everything, but this he was sure of. Dean wouldn't come. Not after their little trek through Heaven. Not after what he'd done after.
"Maybe we really knocked him too hard, Emily." one of the demons suggested uncertainly. Emily-the-leader scoffed but didn't say anything. They just sat in silence, occasionally broken by Sam's quiet snorts of laughter. He was getting lightheaded and his head was filled with fuzz. He wondered how long would they have to wait for them to realize he's just spoken the truth.
A week went by and the demons were getting really antsy. If he had the strength he'd probably feel smug. He'd been right about Dean. But now he was just too tired and in too much pain to really care about that. Or about anything.
To pass the time the demons also started trying to persuade him to say yes to Lucifer. Like his nightly visits weren't enough. Though lately he hadn't seen much of the fallen archangel. Maybe because he wasn't sleeping as much as falling unconscious when his body just couldn't take anymore.
They gave him little to no food. A couple of sips of stale water a day. His whole torso hurt. His head hung low on his chest simply because he had no energy to keep it up anymore. His wrists were burned from the rope they used, his broken arm pulsing steadily together with his head.
It's been a week and a half before Dean showed up with Castiel and Bobby in tow. The demons were quickly exterminated. At first Sam though it was another hallucination brought on by dehydration and lack of food. He made himself rise his head to look around curiously anyway, hell, maybe it would be his last chance to see Dean before he died and Lucifer used his mojo to bring him right back. It still felt important.
He could barely make out the three familiar figures swimming in his vision with rivers of red everywhere, the sounds of a fight muted in his ears.
He smiled.
Then there were hands on his face, on is shoulders, shaking him. It didn't even hurt anymore.
The blackness rose and he let himself drown.
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I don't know. Hope you like it.
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