Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural
Sam stepped out of his room, first time back since his "outbreak." His eyes landed on Gabriel, still shirtless. Gabriel, of course, spotted him instantly and came over. "Hey kid. Feelin better?" Gabriel asked reaching up and standing precariously on his toes to ruffle Sam's hair.
"You let him touch you? Kill him for touching us. Rip his flesh from his body and chew on it like jerky." The voice seethed.
"Loads." Sam said dryly as he took the empty seat at the checkers table.
"Can I play?" Gabriel asked sitting down.
"He's already playing someone." The voice snarled. "Kill him Sammy. Either ignore him or kill him because I can't stand much more of this shit head." The voice had grown threatening in Sam's confinement, alone.
"I'm already playing someone." Sam said as he made the first move.
"Can I play the winner?" Gabriel asked.
"We are the winner. We are the looser. We are Lucifer and we will destroy you." The voice shouted.
"Sure." Sam shrugged as he moved the voice's piece.
"Can I ask-what's he saying?" Gabriel asked leaning in closer to Sam.
"Tell him I want to tear his flesh from his bones with our teeth. Tell him I want to rip out his heart and eat it. Tell him I want to shove checkers in his pretty eyeballs and scalp all that hair off his head. Tell him I want to cut him limb from limb, taking every joint at a time just to watch him scream and cry and beg for me to stop but I won't stop. It'll never stop." The voice said.
"He says you have pretty eyes." Sam said as he made his move. Gabriel laughed.
"I'm sure that's not what he said but if you don't want to tell me that's cool." Gabriel shrugged and sat back to watch the game. "Anyway, since I hate the quiet, I'll talk about myself. It's something I'm good at." He grinned.
"He'll be less proud of himself when I peel his face off and sew it into a throw pillow. And he'll finally be quiet when I cut out his tongue and roast it."
"I'm Gabriel but most people call me Gabe. I beat a few guys up. All at once, not like over time, it was a group of guys I fought with my fists." Gabriel held up his fists triumphantly. "I may have gone a little overboard but they had it coming. I told everyone at the trial I'm the angel Gabriel and I left heaven because the other angels were fighting because God went missing so they sent me here." Gabe said. "So what about you Sammy?"
"Yeah Sammy, what about you? Tell him your whole 'the devil is mean to me' sob story. Like he'll care. Sure he'll act like he cares, like he pities us and, what the hell, maybe he will. But when you tell him these nasty dirty sinful thoughts, what do you think he'll do then? He won't pity us anymore? Will he? No. He'll look at you like everyone else. With disgust and hate and fear. You've seen what fear makes people do Sammy." The voice said.
"I told you not to call me that." Sam threw the checker board across the room.
"Sorry." Gabe held up his hands in defense. But he didn't look scared-no. He was smiling. "I heard you tell your brother you didn't like to be called that and I did anyway. My bad." He laughed. He actually laughed.
"Sam, do we have to sedate you again?" The closest attendant asked threateningly. Sam's eyes went wide as fear made him shake.
"No. It was my bad." Gabriel laughed as he went to collect the checkers, not noticing the fearful shaking.
"What the hell is he? The sick fuck. Masochist maybe. But even the most devoted sub would cower under your hands." The voice hissed.
"So is it my turn to play?" Gabe asked as he reset the board.
"There's a piece missing." Sam said pointing at the empty square.
"It's okay. I'll play that side." Gabriel said. "I'm too lazy to go searching for the piece." He shrugged. Sam looked at the attendant whose attention was elsewhere and his fear subsided slowly. He couldn't go back to confinement. He could not be locked in a room with this voice clawing at his brain. He would break.
"When I was little we never had all the pieces so we would use random things like the corner of a piece of paper, or a paper clip." Sam said as he looked around. He spotted a partially melted crayon and picked it up. He put it in the empty square before looking up at Gabe who was smiling. Not an I'm-making-fun-of-you-smile, or a pity smile, or even a threatening smile, but a happy smile. A simple smile.
"You never win anyway." The voice huffed.
"You can make the first move." Gabe offered. Sam made his move.