Previously on The Angel's Will:
These thoughts zoomed through Dean's head as he paced the room endlessly. At the end of a half hour, Dean had decided what to do. When his brother came back from surgery, because he was coming back, they were leaving the hospital.
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Sam felt like he was swimming. Darkness engulfed him and he tried to move his limbs, but they were so heavy it felt like he was trying to move them through water. He couldn't remember what had happened or where he was at the current moment. A dull pain was coursing through his body but it wasn't bothering him right now. He was racking his brains trying to remember the last thing that had happened before he found himself floating in the inky blackness. The harder he thought about it, the more the pain started to cloud his mind. Sam felt himself start to fall through the darkness, faster and faster with the wind whipping past his face. He sped up to an unimaginable speed, and then stopped very abruptly. Pushing his arms behind him and sitting up, he began to examine his surroundings.
He was leaning against a whitewashed wall in a bare room. Dean was sitting in a chair next to a hospital bed. Of course, Sam thought smacking himself lightly on the forehead. He was in the hospital healing from serious injuries caused by that demonic bitch Ava. It had been two weeks since he had arrived, and he had been recovering just fine, until the demon had invaded his dreams. He also remembered what he had agreed to in exchange for Dean's safety. His stomach clenched painfully at the thought of what the demon might be planning. Not two seconds after these thoughts had entered his mind, a black mass came up through the floor and materialized into the shape of a tall man with dark hair. The man smiled and opened his eyes, a glint of yellow sparkling maliciously.
"Howdy Sammy," he said brightly.
Sam glared at the demon and said nothing, not able to trust himself to speak just yet. Anger was still boiling inside of him. Dean sat staring at the bed as if unaware of the proceedings in the room.
"Now you know what will happen if you give me a hard time," said the demon, casually strolling back and forth across the room. "I bet that drug was very pleasant."
Sam grimaced as a fresh wave of pain assaulted his body.
"There will be no lasting affects and all the drug did was cause you to rip your stitches apart, but there were able to sew you back up," the demon said. "No harm done. But, I can assure you, the next time you disobey me like that, it will be more than just pain you will have to endure."
"Don't you dare touch Dean," Sam said, clenching his fingers in a fist.
"Oh, I won't lay a hand on him, as long as you do everything I say," the demon said, sneering. "First of all you will address me as master."
"Fine," Sam said through gritted teeth.
"What was that Sammy?" the demon asked.
"Yes master," Sam said, bowing his head in shame and embarrassment.
"Now that's a good little soldier," the demon said, clapping his hands together happily. "You should be waking up in a couple of minutes, in immense pain. As soon as you wake up Dean is going to take you away from the hospital and to a motel. I will come for you in the middle of the night. You will not tell your brother where you are going and you will come without a fight. If you try to give your brother so much as a hint or a wink, he's as good as dead. It that understood?"
"Yes master."
"If you disobey me, you will know what your brother's insides look like, while he will know what they taste like," he said.
"Yes master," Sam said, gagging.
"That's a good soldier," he said, patting Sam on the shoulder. Sam flinched and kept his eyes on the floor. "I will see you soon." The demon smiled, turned to smoke, and disappeared.
Sam looked over at Dean who sat staring at his body with his head in his hands. He told himself over and over that he was doing this to save Dean, that he had no choice in the matter. Even so, his heart chilled every time he thought of the decision he had made. He tried not to think about the horrible things the demon would make him do. Walking over to Dean and placing a shaking hand on his shoulder, he whispered something softly.
"I'm sorry Dean."
With that he allowed the darkness to pull his spirit back into his body, which he entered with a rather unpleasant bump. Every part of his body ached and he could feel the burn of his newly stitched skin. He slowly opened his heavy eyelids and looked at his brother. Dean lifted his head out of his hands and smiled a genuine smile. A smile of relief that seemed to take years of his face.
"Oh Sammy," Dean said, taking Sam's hand in his. "How are you feeling?"
"Absolutely fantastic," Sam said, smiling ruefully.
"Great to hear," Dean said, smiling happily. "Apparently, someone slipped you a lethal drug that lit your insides on fire. The doctors weren't able to identify what the drug was, but no lasting damage was done. I have a nasty feeling the demon is behind this. I called Bobby. He's gonna come by and help me get you out of this hospital. We'll get a motel a couple hours away from here. Bobby and I can take care of you ourselves."
"Sounds good," Sam said, smiling on the outside, cringing on the inside. He only had a few more hours with Dean and he had no idea what to say. No way could he tell him that he was joining the demon or even that he was leaving, because he wouldn't let him out the door. It was inevitable. The demon was coming for him in a few hours, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His stomach began to churn and he turned away so Dean wouldn't see the wetness in his eyes.
"I'm going to go back to sleep until Bobby gets here," Sam said, pulling the covers up to his chin.
"Okay," said Dean. "I'll wake you up when he gets here."
Sam tried to drift off to sleep, hoping it would help his mind temporarily escape the situation he found himself in. He felt as if he had been backed into a corner and there was no way to escape. Closing his eyes, he allowed his mind to wander away from the hospital room and the troubles of the real world.
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