He needed to do it. He needed to. The white walls of his room were usually bear, nothing on them except for the lite up exit sign and the caged in clock opposite his bed. But not today.
'Do it...' a voice from the desk next to his bed said in his mind, making him cringe and clamp his eyes shut.
"No. You can do this Sam. Just breathe," Sam said to himself, forcing himself to look away from the wall
opposite his bed at the desk where he sat
'Tick tock... Tick tock. Come on Sammy, they've past already,' Lucifer, the angel that literally put him through hell and even now when Sam knew he was locked in the cage, said lighting another firecracker and throwing it at the floor next to Sam's feet.
"It's Sam to you. No, I won't do it. Just leave me the HELL alone." Sam snarled at Lucifer, who just smirked and lite/threw another firecracker.
"That's right uh. Only big brother is allowed to call you Sammy right. Well, where is he now Sammy? Come on, you gotta mark 'em, every one that you were with me for! For all the ones that your big brother was alone,' Lucifer provoked, knowing that it would easily get a rise out of his captive.
Sam felt his blood boil but took a deep breath to keep his outside emotions intact. He put his face in his hands, feeling the gauze bandage around his right hand on his skin. He brushed his long chestnut brown hair out of his eyes.
"Yeah. Well, he wouldn't have been alone if it wasn't for you and your dick head brothers trying to end the freaking world? I did what I had to do. It was my idea and as long as he ended up safe, I didn't care about me," Sam said, glaring at his torturer, hoping that his brother would be here soon. He needed him.
The door next to the desk opened but Sam didn't look to see who had came in, he looked at the ground. He felt the bed shift as the weight of another person sitting on the bed right next to him.
"How ya doin' Sammy?" the gruff voice of his older brother said, when he felt an arm wrap around his shoulder. He turned and latched on to his older brother, burying his nose in his brother's shirt. He shook his head, and relaxed a little more when he felt his brother's arms wrap around his body. Just like when they were kids.
"He's still here Dean. He wants me to do that thing," Sam mumbled into Dean's shoulder, wishing that his brother could still make everything better with a few words. But that would never happen.
Dean looked around the room and immediately spotting one of his little brother's problem.
"Just stay there Sammy, and keep your eye's closed. Kay" Dean said, shifting his little brother so that he was lying down on the bed. He went to the wall opposite Sam's bed and glared at the stupid stack of papers that were in front of him. He took it off the wall, opened the door to the hallway, threw the papers randomly out of the room, and then shut the door.
"Stupid freakin' kittens," Dean grumbled as he walked over to Sammy's bed. Sam chuckled but then winced at something Lucifer did in his mind. He slipped into the bed next to his brother, and smiled when he felt Sam curl into his side.
Then he repeated the same thing he said about 32 years ago, "It's ok Sammy."