A/N: This chapter was inspired by timetowaste247's review, who has remained with me on this story since Vessel of Blood. This if for you! I hope it makes up for what was lacking in Chap. 1. Thanks for the critique!
Sam watched the scene play out in slow motion: Bobby being rushed off to surgery on a gurney, orderlies and nurses scrambling to stop the bleeding, trying to stabilize him. Blood…blood was everywhere. It was on Sam's hands, his shirt, and his face. His hands trembled as he suddenly was transported back to the motel bathroom on that fateful day. This time, it was Dean's blood everywhere. It was inside of him. Sam clawed at his stomach, recalling the strange sensations that coursed through his body after consuming his brother's blood.
Since that day, Sam had focused on making Dean's sacrifice count. He couldn't stop and grieve, because he knew it would overwhelm him. He had taken a page out of Dean's handbook—he'd shoved it into the deepest recesses of his mind. But now Bobby, and the blood, so much blood…Sam's vision swam and all he could see was red. He couldn't hold back the tidal wave any longer. Jesse held onto Sam's arm as he swayed. Sam saw Jesse's mouth move, but Sam was deaf to the sound. He scrambled outside to the parking lot and he screamed out, his voice jagged and despairing. He fell to his knees on the cold hard cement, pulling his hair in abject distraction. His grief turned to despair and Sam slammed his fist on the ground, the small bones within it snapping at the impact. Sam heaved a huge sigh of relief, welcoming warmly the distraction provided by the physical pain. It focused his mind amid the swirling maelstrom of emotions, thoughts and reasonings. Sam reached the eye of the frenzied storm raging within him: anger. At first it was nameless, directionless, but then he saw a face: Dean. Sam aimed all his anger at his brother. Dean left him; he took away his powers, leaving Bobby vulnerable to Jeffrey's attack.
Sam felt a hand rest on his shoulder, and the female voice of a hospital staff member reached his ears,
"You okay, there?" Sam jumped to his feet and pushed the woman away violently. She fell to the ground, shocked and startled. Sam hesitated, seeing the result of his outburst, but then stormed off to the car.
He put his hand on the driver's door latch, pausing as rage boiled off of him in waves. His current anger rivaled that of the demon-blood. He longed to be free of the confusion, of the pain. He wished he didn't have to CARE, anymore.
"Sammy, Sammy. I told you you would say yes to me willingly. Look at you now, ripe for the plucking."
Sam's heart dropped as icy tentacles latched onto and suffocated it. Lucifer. He could never forget that sweet, insinuating voice, with an undertone of heartlessness. "No, no, no, no, no." Sam whispered, feeling compelled to look at the speaker.
"You have no hold over me anymore, Lucifer." The devil sniggered pitilessly.
"You mean the demon blood thing?" He smirked playfully. "Pftt." Sam regarded him, confused.
"Its YOU, Sammy. I mean, the demonic blood helped, but look at you. You don't need any of that—your own blood boils like a demon's, Sammy. You're my bitch. You always were." Sam's form splayed back against the car in horror as Lucifer approached. The devil smiled in satisfaction, but his demeanor changed when he saw Sam look over Lucifer's shoulder. Satan turned around to see what had drawn Sam's attention away from HIM.
"Jesse, my boy." Lucifer's lips curved evilly into a grin. "I was wondering where you had gone off to. Have you rethought my proposition?"
"No."
"So you'll let me take Sam, instead?" Jesse head lowered, and he looked up at Lucifer, smirking. In a flash the boy vanished and then reappeared in between Lucifer and Sam. He touched the hunter and they disappeared, leaving Lucifer alone next to the car.
Sam sat up breathless from where he'd fallen after the hasty departure.
"Jesse? What the he…" Jesse raised his hand to stop the expletive.
"I'll explain everything, Sam." Sam waited with bated breath for the reveal.
"I was alone for a long time after I left you and Dean. I didn't know what to do or where to turn, until I finally met up with an angel. Falcor."
"He was a demon!" Sam exclaimed.
"Yes. But he trained me, showed me how to utilize my powers. When I discovered who he really was, I left, but not before Lucifer was made aware of my presence because of the use of my powers. He offered to give me direction, to be my father, and in order to do that, he would become part of me. He said I would never be alone. I refused, remembering what you guys told me about my destiny. Fortunately, I can transport without being traced, so I got away. Later on I discovered Falcor had found a new pupil—Jeffrey."
Sam nodded. "So we're in the same spot here."
"We can't give in, Sam. No matter how hard it gets to go on. We can follow what Dean started. We don't have to succumb to destiny. Together, we'll stop this thing." For the first time in a long time Sam felt a flicker of hope, but his thoughts returned to Bobby.
Jesse read his thoughts. "We can't go back to the hospital. Lucifer will be waiting for you." Sam sighed in resignation.
"You are the one we've been waiting for. It's you Chuck spoke about." Jesse nodded.
"Yes."