Hi it's me again!
i know I'm very bad at updating my stories and I would like to say I have a valid excuse but... I don't.
I wanted to do a completely hurt Sam story where I can find a way to torture the boys in every way possible as I have been seriously lacking in some brotherly angst. and yes I know I'm evil.
Im excited to see how you all like this story/ concept and I'd love love love it if you could leave a review with any feedback.
Lily x
The jagged blade plunged easily into jakes stomach, his eyes going wide with pain and shock.
With a grunt, sam pushed the blade somehow further, his hands becoming coated in thick, viscous blood, and Jake exhaled his last dying breath.
With one final exert of energy, sam removed the knife, a spurt of blood splattering over Sam's muddy jacket. Jakes body, lifeless and limp, fell to the ground. The dribble of blood on the corner of jakes' mouth and the frozen horror in his dead eyes forced Sam to look away from the scene.
His legs suddenly giving out, sam stumbled backwards against the rotting wooden fence. Jake had still broken his arm, and its incessant dull aching was just a constant reminder of what Sam had done.
The sound of clapping startled Sam and he spun around, his feet slipping in the mud and he fell to the wet ground, the air forced out of his lungs.
Azazel, his yellow eyes shining in the gloom, stood above sam, quietly chuckling at Sam's unfortunate clumsiness.
"Azazel." Sam voice quivered in fear.
Azazel raised his eyebrows in affirmation.
"Congratulations sammy boy."
Sam scrambled to his feet, taking a cautious step backwards as azazel stepped towards Sam.
"I had my bets on you. The other demons, well, they didn't think you'd be able to complete the test. But I guess ya proved them wrong, sammy?"
Sam remained silent, praying dean would arrive soon before anything bad could happen.
"Staying silent, eh sammy? It's nice. Suits you. Means you're listening to me."
Azazel smiled.
"Samuel Winchester. The inglorious winner. The boy with the demon blood. You, well, you are important."
Sam frowned, cocking his head defiantly at azazel.
"Because there's a war coming. And you're gonna lead my army when your time comes. It's your destiny."
Sam shook his head minutely.
"No, I...I won't do anything for you." He said angrily, spitting out his last word.
"Your actions speak louder than your words sammy. And I happen to know, that when the time comes, you'll deliver, you'll fulfill your prophecy, you'll abandon those around you for the much greater cause. You'll become what your brother hunts."
Azazel let out a chuckle.
"You, my boy, are the key to the apocalypse."
And with those daunting final words, azazel dissapeared.
And then sam woke up with a jarring image of jakes' lifeless body.
He knew this dream. He'd had it countless times before, and if he was asked to recite everything that is said, he'd be able to do it with ease.
The dream was a torturous replay of the night at cold oak. And it never changed or varied, a cruel and almost constant reminder of what he had done. And each time he's forced to listen to the same squelching noise of his blade entering jakes-
"Sam? Are you alright? You seem a little-" dean waved his hand obscenely. "-out of it."
Sam glanced up at his brother, recognising the familiar moving of Deans hands moving in the darkness; cleaning his weapons methodically. It was all so precise, sam often thought it bordered on obsessive.
He understood Deans need for a routine though, the constant state of chaos they lived in would be living hell without it.
"You just going to stare at me all Michael Myers or-?"
Sam scoffed, stretching out his long limbs and rolling onto his side, facing away from Dean.
"I plan on going back to sleep."
It was Deans turn to scoff. Sam flinched as he heard the familiar sound of Dean sliding his knife into his boot.
"Good luck with that. Bobby wants us to scout for any supplies today. Don't know when he'll realise basically everywhere's already been looted."
"Yuh.." sam yawned back.
Sam groaned as Dean threw the curtains wide open, letting the startlingly orange sun into their dusty motel room.
Their 'Mission' had started of well. They had found an abandoned supermarket with a couple of cans of soup and an incredibly out of date pie that Dean ridiculously insisted on taking.
it had all gone downhill when they'd split up to scan the area for more supplies. Sam and Dean had gone off together, and when Sam heard a rustling down an alleyway, he couldn't resist the temptation, sneaking off without Dean realising.
As soon as the shadows had envoloped him, he knew it was a mistake.
Why would he ever walk off without dean? He was such an idiot. And now he's stuck in this dark alleyway, approaching imminent danger, and there's no turning back.
The moving shadow behind the bins couldn't be anything over than a Crote. The knife he gripped so hard that it was turning his rough skin white was held out in front of him, his hands sweating uncontrollably.
He tried to get his breathing under control as he approached the disformed figure crouchingbehind a dumpster. He licked his dry lips and rounded the corner. Sam had no time to react before the malformed creature spun around and jumped onto him, forcing him down to the wet ground.
He hit the concrete head first, the pain leaving him shocked and winded. The creature snarled, going for Sam's neck, but Sam's instincts kicked back in and he swung his knife in a clumsy arc, digging into the crotes tough, thick skin.
It hissed and fell backwards, giving sam time to take in its horrific, nightmare inducing appearance. The white skin covering its naked, bony body was covered in scars and muck, it's eyes cat like, red slits illuminated by the streetlight.
Of course, this wasn't the first crote he had fought, but it was certainly the first he had fought alone, without the knowledge of his more than capable brother fighting alongside him.
He needed dean, right now.
Sam scrambled to his shaking legs, holding his knife out, ready to fight. The crote moved towards him with frightening agility and speed, wildly lashing out, causing a jolt of blinding pain to burn through Sam's body. He cried out as he fell to the ground, blood dripping from his cheek.
Dean ran towards his little brother and the crote, adrenaline coursing through his body as he lifted up his beloved magnum and aimed it the gruesome monster. With no hesitation he fired, and the creature let out a feline howl, turning towards dean, animalistic savagery in its dark eyes.
Joy flooded through Sam's battered body when he heard a nearly deafening gunshot and the disturbing whine of the crote, his whole body aching and his cheek numb with pain.
Pushing his exhausted body to his feet once again, he went cold as turned to see the crote wrestling his disarmed brother to the ground.
"Dean!" Sam mumbled, blood spraying from his lips, now urgently limped towards his brothers struggling frame.
He couldn't bare this.
"Sammy-" Dean locked eyes with his brother as the crote went for Deans neck.
Sam's eyes widened.
And in that moment of pure terror, of the blinding agony and loss that threatened Sam, he weakened.
He splayed his agile fingers in front of him, focusing on the crote that was now frozen, fangs bared against his brothers naked neck.
Time slowed down, Sam's focus only growing as he grew more and more angry. He felt blood trickle from his nose, and he forced his last remaining energy into killing the spiteful monster.
It was forced up Into the air and off of his brother, it's mouth contorting in agony and confusion as Sam turned it around to face him.
He felt his focus drift, his energy dissipate, and he brought his shaking hand into a fist, in a finalistic aggressive motion.
The creature, struggling for air, clawed it's contorting neck, it's untamed nails drawing blood as it grew more and more desperate. And finally, as sam reached his peak, the creature went limp, it's head drooping in utter defeat.
Sam realeased the tension from his body, and the crote dropped to the floor like a rag doll as sam stumbled and took a desperate, ragged breath, his vision turning dark for a split second.
He uprighted himself, knowing Dean would be watching his every move, and with his trembling hand he wiped across his bloody lips.
Sam looked up sheepishly at his brother, and their eyes locked for what seemed like an eternity.
Sam knew all too well what he had done. Dean had warned him oh so many times. Of what dean would eventually be forced to do, According to their dads dying words.
Sam knew the steely, hardened look dean was giving him. It send a cold shiver down his spine and unable to bare the tension, Sam broke eye contact as the sound of Bobbys running feet approaching them.
thanks for reading x