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Another "ohsam" response. This is the shortest thing I've ever written.
Prompt: Sam remembers protecting Adam in the cage. He also remembers being torn away from Adam as Death pulls him from the cage.
Just as a warning, this is a little sad. Not as sad as "I Break everything I Touch" but it up there.
Adam
Sam loved being a big brother. He didn't exactly know why, he just knew that he really loved being a big brother.
Maybe it was the fact that he could cuddle Adam and pretend he was just protecting the kid.
Dean always said he was way too touchy-feely, but Adam didn't mind.
Adam let Sam tend his wounds as best as Sam could.
Adam let Sam hug him.
When Lucifer decided to shrink Adam, the younger boy didn't mind sitting in Sam's lap. Hell, he even seemed to enjoy it.
And Sam knew the duties of being a big brother. Dean had told him about them often enough.
You hide injuries from your little brother.
You make little brother feel better.
You tease little brother to lighten the mood.
And a thousand million other things that always have been and always will be part of the big brother rule book.
But most off all, you take care of your baby brother.
In all circumstances, no matter what's going on, you always take care of your baby brother. Always.
The first time something came for him, it took his body.
That was ok; Lucifer could always give him a fake new one.
The things that bothered Sam, were that it had wanted all of him, and it only wanted him.
It hadn't tried to get Adam out at all.
Sam had pulled Adam closer to him, cradling his brother head to his newly made shoulder and whispering reassurances that he wasn't going anywhere.
He took care of Adam.
That meant distracting Lucifer from the younger boy more often than not. It meant that Sam was taking the brunt of all the torture.
At also meant that Adam was clingy and dependant on him.
Sam missed Dean, and he missed being able to clutch someone like Adam was plastered to him.
But he wouldn't leave the cage if he was given the chance. He wouldn't leave Adam. Adam needed him.
Sam protected Adam for one hundred and eighty hell years. By his estimation, that was about a year and a half above ground. That was if time was running the same way it had for Dean.
At the end of that time, Death came to him.
"It's time to go, Sam. You're older brother needs you too," Death informed him.
Sam shook his head and refused to let go of Adam. "Adam needs me mor-" he was cut off by Death.
The man had touched him, and Sam was being dragged with him.
"No! Adam! Adam! No!" he screamed. It was no use. He couldn't fight against Death. He was too weak from all the torture he had endured.
And Adam was falling away. Staying in Hell while Sam was pulled upwards.
Pulled towards his body.
Sam was placed back in that body; back where he belonged.
But the part that knew Adam, the part that was determined to get back to Baby Brother and help him, was put behind a wall.
A wall that Sam couldn't break.
And Sam was stuck.
Stuck in his own body just as surely as Adam was stuck in Hell.