Sam
"Don't fight Sam, your brother will be here soon and he can take you with the return of Sheridan." The demon, 'Corioleas' (Core-ee-lee-ess) tells me. I scoff.
"If you think Dean is going to give you Sheridan you're crazy." I tell him. "He wouldn't."
"Over your life? I think so." He taunts, running the knife down my forearm once again. I wince as the blood seeps threw the cut and trickles down my arm. "High pain tolerance." He notices. "Been to hell?"
"No." I respond. His brows raises.
"That's pretty surprising actually. Where did you go when Azazel's experiment stabbed you in the back, literally." I look up at him, glaring. "Fine, fine." He turns and walks away, whispering something to one of his demon friends. I pull at the restraints trying to find away to break away. Yeah, like that was going to happen.
I'm startled by the barn door being swung open and hitting the wall with a loud thud. Dean was standing holding a gun on the demons while Sheridan sat in a wheel chair with Dean's jacket on, also pointing a gun at them all.
"Ah ah ah Dean," I hear from behind and feel the blade of a knife rest against my neck. "drop the weapons or watch Sam here go for a little trip." I stare at Dean and Sheridan and Dean drops his gun. Sheridan looks at him as if to say, 'What are you doing you idiot?!'.
"Put the gun down," He says, not looking at her directly.
"What?"
"Put. It. Down." He snaps, continuing not to face her and stares at me. Sheridan throws the gun down reluctantly but the blade doesn't budge.
"Now, be a good little hunter and hand her over." Corioleas says.
"No." Dean says straight away, without a second thought. The blade lifts and I exhale deeply before it strikes, right into my thigh. I cry in pain. It was a tight and sharp feeling as the blood quickly seeped out and around me. I bite my tongue, holding in anything else.
"Next it's the heart now choose!" He yells and the knife is hauled out of my thigh and it's raised, square above my heart.
"Alright alright!" Dean yells. "Take her," He pushes Sheridan's wheelchair forward and her figure is shock stricken.
"What?!" She snaps. "Dean, please," She turns and looks at him pleadingly. He again, doesn't make eye contact.
I sigh deeply and still full of pain. She turns towards me and Corioleas walks around me and takes her by Dean's jacket and throws her onto the ground. She lands with an 'umph' and struggles to get to her feet...just to be kicked so hard blood was pouring from her mouth as she was left in a ball on the ground. I turned away, unable to look at it.
"That's enough!" Dean demands. "Let me get Sammy and we'll be on our way. Save your torture for when I'm gone." Corioleas glares as Dean walks towards me, uniting the rope that had me bound to the chair. "You're gonna be OK." He tells me when there's a scream of pain and looking towards Sheridan, she had killed Corioleas.
She's barely on her feet when the other 2 demon's are lunging into action. Dean cuts one off, swinging the angel blade that he must have found in my duffle bag. He's hit pretty hard in the chest and the wind is knocked out of him as the demon grabs his hair, yanking his head back and raising the knife. Of course Dean hadn't untied me completely and I was struggling to break loose.
"Sam Duck!" I hear from behind. I tuck my head down as much as I could and above my head hear the sound of something flying through the air.
I look up after a moment and see both the demon and Dean collapsed on the ground. The demon, however, had a knife sticking out from its head. Dean was panting and struggling to his feet. I turn as much as I could but couldn't see Sheridan.
"Dean, get up and untie your brother." I hear and to my right, Sheridan is wheeling herself over.
"I'm trying woman, I thought we had a cue!" Dean snaps.
"We did but your genius plan didn't exactly go as well as you had hoped, did it?"
"I thought it went well,"
"What part of me getting the crap kicked out of myself 'went well'?"
"OK, so it didn't go exactly according to plan, we still had a cue,"
"I would have been dead by that time idiot,"
"OK!" I say cutting threw their fighting. "Someone just untie me." I beg and Dean turns to me, walking closer and kneeling down.
"Are you OK?" He asks me. I try to look at him and give him a straight answer and I'm about to speak when I just feel like choking and my eyes close lightly before I wince. "You're OK Sammy." Dean assures me, throwing the ropes away and helping me onto my feet. He puts my arm around his shoulder and we are on our way out, Sheridan following behind us.
"Dean, I don't know if I can do this." I tell him honestly as we are readying ourselves to board the plane.
Sheridan had slept a couple hours in the neon and regained some of her strength, enough to get her out of a wheel chair and make her way (slowly) around. I, on the other hand, struggled with every step. My leg stung uncontrollably from the knife. Dean had pulled us over and stitched up all my wounds. There were a few on my arms and the one big one on my thigh which took Dean almost a half an hour of cussing, sticking me with needle and thread and of course pouring some of his Jack Daniel's to clean it.
Sheridan watched me carefully as Dean walked over and in a hushed tone responds, "Sammy, we gotta...take a nap on the plane, alright?"
"OK," I sigh. He nods and takes our bags as we board the plane. Sheridan walks close to me and sits between Dean and I. Before the plane takes off, I dial Bobby.
"Sam?"
"Hey Bobby." I respond to his worried tone.
"I called your brother about fifty times, what's going on?"
"We're on the plane" I reply.
"How's Dean and Sheridan?"
"Good, more or less."
"Sam, are you OK?" He asks me. I look out the window and realize the plane's readying itself for take off.
"I will be," I reply. "listen I gotta. I'll call you when we land."
"You better ya idgit."
"I will Bobby."
To my left, Sheridan was talking to Dean about something that I couldn't find myself caring much about. I was swept in distraction as the plane took off. I watched the clouds, the moon and the stars. They were hypnotizing and beautiful. Kinda like Ellen and Jo.
I shook the thought from my head, thinking of Jo and Ellen cursed my mind with dread, sadness and guilt. I wish I hadn't let them die like that even though I know I couldn't have saved Jo. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself.
"Sam," Dean catches my attention. I turn and look at him. He is standing by his seat. "want a beer?"
"No," I reply, turning back to look out the window.
"You sure?" He persists.
"Yes Dean." I say a little annoyed.
"OK," He succumbs. "how's your leg? Can I get you some Advil or-"
"Dean,"
"Yeah?"
"I'm fine." I assure him.
"OK." He nods, walking down the aisle of the plane. I turn back to the window, watching the nights sky once again.
"He cares about you." I hear Sheridan say. I turn to face her. "A lot."
"Why are you-"
"He's concerned and has a funny way of showing it, but bear with him Sam." She tells me. I nod once and Dean plops down next to her.
"Got the booze," He tells her, handing her a beer. She takes it, smiling and downing some. I watch her for a moment, going over what she said in my mind before turning away again. This time closing my eyes and trying to rest with the constant burning of my wound wanting me awake and in pain.
"Sammy," Dean's husky voice shakes me awake. I open my eyes lightly and turn to face him. It was blurry at first but finally his figure cleared up and the sun was shining threw on us. "we landed." he tells me.
I look around and see Sheridan taking our duffle bags out of the carry on compartment and Dean leaning over the seat. I yawn, loud, and then struggle onto my feet. My first step shot pain threw my leg and I winced, clutching tightly onto the seat.
"I'm OK." I tell him, making it very slowly out of our seats and into the aisle, exiting the plane. Sheridan led us into the airport and Dean stuck by my side, carrying out bags.
When we entered the airport, Bobby was waiting for us.
"Hey Bobby," I greet him.
"Boys," He acknowledges but his focus was more on Sheridan then either of us. "you must be Sheridan." He puts out a hand. Sheridan nods.
"Bobby," She smiles curtly. "it's a pleasure."
"Please, the pleasure is mine." Bobby replies. "How about we get you all back to the house?" Suddenly, a woman walks in front of me, her bag connecting with my thigh. I wince, grabbing Dean's shoulder and buckling slightly.
"Whoa, whoa, Sammy." Dean says, steadying me.
"What happened to him?" Bobby snaps in Dean's direction.
"I-I don't know!" Dean tells him.
"We're attracting attention, let's get him out of here." Sheridan says but the pain was intense. I'm not normally this sensitive towards simple stab wounds...but this was different.
"I think something is wrong..." I say, looking up to Bobby and Dean.
"Boys," Sheridan presses.
"She's right, let's get Sam outta here." Bobby says and I wrap my arm around Dean's shoulder, limping out of the airport, blood seeping threw my pant leg.
I was lying on my back on Bobby's couch in little to no time. My leg throbbed and I was irrtiable, throwing one hand over my face and wincing with every slight movement. Dean cut my pant leg up to my wound, then unwrapped the gauze. I could only hear a mutter of, "Oh god." and I knew it wasn't good.
"Sheridan, something's wrong." Dean calls and I hear Sheridan's light steps approach. I wait for only a second before hearing her speak up.
"Dammit," She mutters. "Bobby, know a doctor that will deal with this and not ask questions?"
"He gets off at eight," Bobby tells her.
"No good, he'll be dead by that time." I through my arm off my face and stare at her horrified.
"What?" Dean and I ask at the same time. Mine came out in a slur of pain while Dean was muttering threw confusion and concern.
"He's embedded with a tracking device, deadly at that. My bet is demons are already on their way." Sheridan explains. My head drops again, hitting the couch cushion in frustration.
"So what?!" Dean snaps.
"Calm yourself," Sheridan snaps right back. They were fighting like 2 middle school girls having the same crush. "I need latex gloves, sterilized knives and sedatives."
"I got the gloves and knives," Bobby tells her. "no sedatives."
"Pain killers?"
"Yup."
"That will have to do." She responds and I hear Bobby's heavy footsteps trailing away and Dean's following soon after.
At this point, I was beyond terrified. It had crossed the line where I began fearing for the state of my corpse after she was done with it. I was sweating now, along with unbearable pain and the fear in my conscious a ripping headache was quickly greeting me like an old friend.
"Hurry up," Sheridan calls. "if we don't start soon he'll be dead within the hour." I moved my arm and sat up enough to look at Sheridan. "Don't give me that look," she responds to my mortified manor. "you're in good hands. After I've got it taken out, which shouldn't take longer then 5 minutes, we can head to kansas. I have a good friend there. He's a lot like your brother actually," She smiles.
I nod once, something seemed to pop out but I couldn't quite focus at that moment. I was struggling just to keep my head up when I caught a glimpse of my leg. Swollen and torn stitches, barely keeping the skin together and blood was trickling out...that's when my head dropped.
"Here you are," Bobby says to her, handing her what she needed. I didn't want to see the blade she was using to defile my skin nor did I want her to defile my skin.
"Perfect, thank you Bobby." She replies. "You boys may need to hold Sam still." I hear her add quietly and not long after strong hands were pressing down on my shoulders. Through my faltering vision I caught Dean.
"Hey Dean," I slur trying to stay conscious.
"Hey Sammy." He replies and I feel Bobby's grip on my ankles. "You're gonna be alright, just take a deep breath." he tells me. I nod once before being swept into a wave of darkness. I was slipping, I could feel it.
In a moment, though, I was wide awake. I felt the hot knife separate my skin to what she deemed adequate. I cried out, louder then the initial wound inflicted on my thigh. My body was tense and pain seemed to be everywhere at once.
Dean was shouting something, Bobby was shouting another something, and to be honest, I don't know if I was even speaking English. I was just crying and fussing and trying to thrash away from it as I felt her finger slip down.
I really lost it then.
"Stop!" I begged. "Please!" I knew it was useless. I knew this was futile for my survival. But I couldn't quite take the pain. Her fingers digging around threw the blood and muscle. I think she even touched my bone once. "Stop!"
Why I was bothering with yelling, I'm not quite sure. It was my bodies reaction to the irritation I guess...but I felt like I was dying. I knew what that felt like so don't tell me I'm over reacting.
And after that instance, it was over.
The throbbing was still there and I was left in a hot mess.
But I could hear the words of relief out of Sheridan,
"I got it!"
That was the last thing I heard.
