****Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - never have, never will - this is just purely for the hell of it. … No pun intended...
Warnings: lil bit of language, lil bit of violence, lil bit of not appropriate for kids of all ages - but no slash or any of that kinda stuff.
….onward!
Sam smelled something cold. Somewhere on the edge of his consciousness, there was cold. He slowly began to stretch his mind, allowing a little more of the world in. There was… dripping? Something was dripping…
A little more…
His arms ached. No, scratch that, his body ached. He couldn't quite tell which way was up.
Stretching a little more, he tried to move his neck, his arms, his feet, but they all felt like lead. Not even really aware he was doing it, he peeled his eyelids open. Dark fuzziness met his eyes. Was he in the motel room?
He tried to sit up. Wait… he was standing…
As the world became clearer, he realized that his arms were overhead, with something attached to his wrists keeping them there. His ankles appeared to be attached to something too. Hi whole body was stuck, stretching between the ceiling and the floor.
He tried to tug at whatever was holding him, biting back a gasp as his wrists stung from the effort. Something dripping… the sound made it's way back to his ears, and he realized with dull surprise that something wet was running down the left side of his face, droplets falling off his jaw rhythmically.
Dean he thought, fear gripping him. Where was Dean?
What was going on?
As if to answer his question, a sudden creak followed by a woman's voice saying, "Well, look who's finally decided to join us."
Sam craned his neck in the direction of the voice. A light from the doorway blacked out a figure. Obviously, a woman, but he couldn't tell much more than that.
"Whas…" he cleared his throat, "What's going on? Where's Dean?" his demands were not very convincing. His throat was dry and he was still very groggy.
"So the rumors are true," she stated flatly, "We haven't even had a chance to chat and you're already going on about your brother," there were a few clicks, echoing off the walls, and Sam could tell she was moving towards him, "Shame, " she mocked, coming to a stop in front of him.
He could see her more clearly now. She had long blonde hair, pale skin, and bright red lips. She might have been pretty, except for the eyes. Her eyes were completely black.
"You're a demon?" it sounded like a question, although he knew she had to be. He just couldn't understand why a demon would have him tied up here, instead of just killing him and… Dean.
"Where's my brother?" he repeated, far more forcefully this time.
"Don't worry about him," she snapped, giving him a small slap on the cheek. He grimaced at the contact, "I want to talk to you Sammy…" she took a finger and slowly traced it down his cheek, then his neck, then to his chest, which he realized then was bare.
He tried to shift away from her, which of course did nothing, "Where's Dean?" he repeated, this time in a low growl, staring her in the eye.
"Oh, Sammy, I love it when you get angry," she smiled for a moment, then before he knew it, a sharp pain dug into his chest. He closed his eyes trying to muffle a scream, which instead came out as a strangled groan.
"Now, Sam," she took a step back and the pain subsided, "I really would appreciate it if you stopped being so rude."
He raised his head, glaring at her, "Well then," he growled, "I'll be sure to be more polite – bitch."
She was in front of him in one swift movement. His breath caught in his throat as a slender hand wrapped it's way around a clump of hair and pulled. She yanked his head back, and he felt something cold and thin against his neck.
"I really don't like your attitude Sam." Her voice turned to a dangerously low whisper, "Besides, we're practically family, you and I."
Dun Dun Duuuuuuuun!
*overly dramatic voice*
What will happen to our young hero next? And where's Dean?! Will he come rescue Sam? Or is he already…
Guess we'll have to fine out next time!
Reviews, ideas, suggestions, and so on are greatly appreciated.
I have no clue what I'm doing.
No. Seriously. No. Clue.