This Chapter Warnings: mild violence
Chapter 1:
Author's note: Here's the first chapter. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the prologue. I hope you like this chapter. Enjoy!
Sam wakes up with a pounding headache. After a few false starts, he opens his eyes. He blinks a few times. Where ever he is the light is bright. After his eyes adjust he finds himself lying on a four poster bed large enough that, for once, his feet don't hang off the end. The sheets are covered in blue and yellow ducks with a matching comforter. It's the most comfortable bed he can ever remember sleeping on, despite the embarrassing bedspread. The problem is that he can't remember how he got here.
He shakily pushes himself into a sitting position. Now he can more easily survey his surroundings. The bed lies in the corner of a square room with pale blue walls. The bed is the only piece of furniture in the room. The only other thing Sam sees is two closed doors. One is set in the wall nearly directly across from his bed and the other is along the wall that his feet are facing. He hopes that one of them will lead to an exit; he's just got to choose the right one.
He decides to try the door directly across from him. He slowly shifts his feet from the bed to the floor. The world seems to spin as he takes his first step and he just barely manages to stay on his feet. The world continues to sway dangerously as he takes more steps. He's only half way across the room when the other door opens. Two large men enter. They stop when they see Sam standing at the center of the room. Their eyes momentarily become pools of inky darkness. Demons.
"Oh what are you doing out of bed little man?" the demon asks in that mocking tone that all demons seem to use. It's as if 'How to Speak Evilly' is a required part of Being a Demon 101.
Sam tries to run but, even if he could make it three steps without feeling like he's on the Tilt-a-Whirl, there's nowhere for him to go. One of the men, who Sam has nicknamed Big Ugly #1, holds him down while the other, Big Ugly #2, pulls out a needle and jabs it into Sam's forearm. He tries to fight but, darkness overwhelms his vision. The last thing he sees before losing consciousness is Big Ugly #1's smirking face.
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When Sam slowly regains consciousness, the first thing he notices is that he's handcuffed to the bed. He pulls on them gently at first, testing the strength of his bonds. Then, he begins pulling in earnest. He thrashes his whole body, desperately trying to get his wrists free.
He flinches in surprise as a pair of hands press down upon him, forcing him to be still.
"Cut it out Sam. You're going to hurt yourself," says a familiar voice attached to the hands. Sam is surprised to see his brother standing next to him. He mentally scolds himself. 'My brother isn't standing next to me. That's Lucifer, not Dean.' He notices the chair set up next to his bed. He wonders how long it has been sitting next to him.
"I'm glad you're awake. I was worried. Jahi hit you pretty hard," the thing that looks like Dean continues.
"Who?" Sam asks confused his mind still reeling from everything that has happened since he last woke up.
"Jahi… You know… Cute college girl… blond…nice boobs…hit you on the back of the head with a lamp…" the thing with his brother's face elaborates. That's when it all comes flooding back to Sam.
The warfront had been eerily quiet. The demons hadn't made a move in over 2 months. In retrospect Sam should have been suspicious, instead he was restless and on edge. So when he got wind of a simple hunt close by he jumped at the chance to investigate it with Bobby. Something had seemed off in the town since the moment they arrived but Sam had blamed that on the presence of the spirit he was there to hunt.
He and Bobby had decided to begin gathering information at the bar. The first half-a-dozen people they'd tried to interview had only confirmed what they already knew. Then they met a group of college students drinking together. One of them, a petite blond, provided the name of a ghost rumored to haunt the town. This isn't new information but, she also offered to take Sam to the house where the woman died.
Bobby was busy with another interview that could have been very important, so Sam followed the woman alone. They drove nearly 45 minutes to a house on the outskirts of town. She led him up the stairs to the room where the woman supposedly died. He was about to enter the room when his phone rang. The caller ID read 'Bobby' but he never had the chance to answer it. The last thing he remembers is a sudden pain in the back of his head and then darkness. The woman knocked him unconscious. She must have been a demon.
"How did I get here?" Sam demands. "What about the hunt?"He's still trying to put together the last few details.
"Sam, the hunt wasn't real," the thing explains. "The town wasn't even real. It was a set up to get you here. All the townspeople were just demons waiting for you to show up. No one has lived there in a long time. Some people used to live there but, they made the mistake of building their town on a demon portal. Demons can use it to travel from point A to point B instantaneously. It's like something out of one of your geek shows. All the demons passing through caused the people to abandon the town, making it the perfect place for a Sammy trap. The portal is centered in that room Jahi was trying to get you in. If you just went in, she wouldn't have had to knock you out."
"What do you want with me?" Sam asks. "I'm never going to help you."
"Sammy…" it says. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to talk to you."
"Don't call me Sammy" Sam responds venomously. "What if I don't have any interest in what you have to say?"
"It doesn't look like you have much choice Sammy" the Dean-thing says laughing. He stresses the last word in an obvious attempt to be annoying. His face falls when Sam's face contorts with pure rage. "Seriously man, I need to talk to you. I can't let you go back to those two-faced junkless angel dicks."
"Why do you care?" Sam hisses his voice full of malice. Shock spreads over the thing's face.
"Dude, I'm your brother and.." Sam cuts him off.
"Fuck you. You're not my brother. You're some disgusting evil thing that crawled into his body. You're the slimy piece of shit that took Dean away from me."
"Sam, I'm still your brother just … different. I always…" he tries to explain but, Sam interrupts him again.
"Shut up!" Sam screams at him, thrashing at the bed. He wants nothing more at this moment than to wrap his hands around Lucifer's throat and squeeze him from his brother's body. "I don't want to hear your fucking lies! Torture me, kill me, whatever. Just don't waste your breath lying to me."After finishing his little rant Sam glares, a mix of determination and fury, at the other occupant of the room who is trying to form some kind of response. His mouth opens several times, as though he's about to say something, but he can't seem to find the words. Eventually he just leaves extremely frustrated.
Sam is left staring at the ceiling with his wrists still attached uncomfortably to the headboard. Eventually the boredom gets to him and he falls asleep.
AN: Thanks for reading. Please review. I'm going to try to start updating every two weeks. Until then : )