Poor Sammy. Duct taped to a chair and about to be drained by vampires, but it still wasn't enough for me, so here's some more Hurt!Sam. Story & Chap titles from Imagine Dragons song, "Bleeding Out."
Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural, this scene would have happened in the show.
Sam Winchester hates duct tape. He's never really loved it to begin with, but with everything around him suddenly developing some kind of fetish for it, he'd grown to hate it even more. He'd been duct taped by hunters, crazy people pretending to be ghosts, and now by vampires.
Being a Winchester sucks.
Even worse was seeing Dean sprawled out on the floor in front of him, unconscious. Sam struggled against his bonds, until he heard the "tsking" of the vampire, who then held a gun to the back of his head. Sam abruptly stopped moving.
"Hell of a sight to come home to."
"Oh, great. Now he's talking. Better than sucking my blood I suppose."
"Brother, lying dead on the floor."
In a blur of motion, Sam felt the air rush out of him in a whoosh. Not the first time he's been whacked with a rifle, but it still never felt good.
Sam coughed harshly as he tried to get the oxygen back into his lungs. Instinct told him to bend over, but the tape held him still. He managed to steady his breaths again, and lifted his head to shake the hair from his eyes. When he opened them, he was met with the icy stare of the vamp.
"Which one of you was it?" The monster spat. "Which one of you, took off my brother's head?!"
Sam remained silent. Although he and Dean hadn't been on the best of terms, that didn't mean he was planning on selling him out to some bloodthirsty freak.
"Was it you?" The vamp gestured its head towards Dean. "Was it him?"
Use of the phrase, "Bite me" came to mind, but then Sam remembered the company he was in.
Determining that Sam wasn't going to give him any information, the vamp decided that Sam could give him something else.
Sam eyed the vampire as it made its way over to a table. It said something about, "a brother for a brother", but all Sam saw was the flick of a knife cutting a plastic tube in half. The vamp carried a bucket back over towards Sam.
"…And when we hit the road," the bucket thudded at Sam's feet, making him jump. The gleam of his blade caught his eye. "We like to pack a lunch."
Sam's eyes widened and he felt his nose flare in the slightest hint of fear. He masked it again by putting on a stoic face.
The vamp smiled. It began rolling up Sam's sleeves, and Sam strained against his bonds. The harsh blade was placed against his arm.
"Don't touch me." Sam commanded, but he too heard the quiver in his voice.
The vamp continued smirking. "This may pinch a bit."
Cold steel soon mixed with warm blood as the knife bit into his arm. Sam dug his fingernails into the wooden arms of the chair at the sting of the blade. He winced as he held back a shout of pain when the vampire forced the tube into the small hole it had made in Sam's arm. Blood began dripping slowly down the tube, and the small drops that escaped tickled Sam's arm as they ran down his sleeve.
"This is just gonna help speed things up." The vamp explained at it brought its mouth down to the opposite end of the plastic tube.
A disgusted groan worked past Sam's lips as he felt his blood being sucked down the tube. He tried not to give the vampire the satisfaction of another one, but it was proving to be a difficult task as he felt his life force being drained out of him.
Sam's vision began to blur, but he managed to make out a figure placing two jars at his feet, no doubt what they were going to be used for.
It didn't take long for Sam to start hearing the steady drip, drip, drip of his blood landing in the jar. The drops soon turned into a trickle, and the sound was just as sickening as the sight.
The same figure from before knelt down in front of Sam, and still kept the same accusing face.
"As you can see, we've got two jars here." The fang stole a glance to the jar slowly filling up with Sam's blood. "Well, one and a half. Now, we could keep playing the draining game, or we could reserve whatever room's left in these jars for whichever one of you killed my brother. If not, you and your brother both get a chance to play." It leaned in until Sam could smell the iron in the blood in its mouth. "Now. Who. Was. It?"
Sam let his head sag to his chest in defeat. Maybe if he could keep the vamp's attention on himself long enough, Dean might wake up and get them both out of this.
In a quiet voice Sam admitted, even though it was a lie, "Me."
A cold hand suddenly grabbed his chin and forced his head up. Sam barely managed to make out the vamp's scowl. "Are you lying?'
Lying is second nature to Sam. Even losing blood at an alarming rate, Sam could still summon a stern glare. "No."
The vamp allowed Sam's head to fall to his chest as it released its grip. Sam let himself close his eyes against the inevitable pain he knew was coming.
There was a sudden harsh and forceful pressure on his recently injured arm. Sam's eyes snapped even tighter at the sudden sting. The monster continuously pushed down on Sam's new wound, and despite himself, Sam let out a small shout.
This time the vamp forced Sam's head up by yanking a handful of his hair. "You're lucky we're in a hurry, otherwise I'd make this last a good, long time."
"Yeah, lucky me." Sam thought bitterly.
Sam couldn't help but groan again as the vampire started digging the blade into his other arm. It proceeded to jam the tube in, with a lot less care than before. The sight of his blood running in thick rivets, plus the rate at which he was losing blood, were making Sam sick.
If this was how Sam was going to die, Dean wouldn't even know that Sam sacrificed himself for him, not that Dean would even care. Sam now started to regret pushing Dean away for so long.
Pain and regret became the only thing Sam knew, as consciousness gradually began to fade away.
So there was that little missing scene. If you've seen the episode, you know what happens after this. I thought it was long overdue that Sammy sticks up for Dean, even though he ends up paying for it in the end. Sorry, Sam. Next chapter is Dean focused!
