Revelations Chapter 6: Fifteen Months and a Day Later, a supernatural fanfic

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Revelations

Chapter 6: Fifteen Months and a Day Later

Sam, panicking because of his inability to breathe, pulled his head out of the freezing cold water even though his body protested the movement and took deep gulping breaths, hoping to get some air into his oxygen-deprived lungs.

He kept himself from falling back into his supine position in the tub by grabbing onto the sides of the tub. After he was stable enough and had enough air, Sam pulled the tub's plug, draining the icy water from the tub. Then, Sam let his head, which was the only part of his body that didn't throb with pain, rest on his chest, so he could look down, and studied himself; he had stitches everywhere, except for you know where, which was thankfully covered with boxers. Also, he had bruises everywhere and his skin was wrinkled, suggesting that he had been in the water for quite some time.

Many questions were arising in Sam like, 'Where am I?' 'How long have I been here?' 'How did I get here?' and last, but not least, 'How the hell am I alive?' He started with trying to find the solution to the most important question, which was 'Where am I?', the first step to which was studying his surroundings. The room that he was in looked like it was a bathroom, or used to be one, and was cold, but not cold enough to freeze water.

Looking around, Sam caught his own reflection in the mirror, he barely recognized himself, but the thing that actually caught his attention was the line of stitches that led from one side of his neck to the other. This made him realize, 'Whoever did this was trying to keep me alive. They were trying to save me.'

Sam didn't know how he was alive, he really didn't. The last thing he remembered before he "died" was going to the crossroads and the feeling of getting cut all over.

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15 months ago: Sam's pov

It was bright outside and Sam, who had gotten here twenty-one hours ago, was sitting on the couch with his feet lying on the couch, with Jessica curled into his side and a blanket pulled over them. They had stayed in that position for twenty of those twenty-one hours, falling asleep after hours of talking about anything and everything, then waking up and starting it up again. They enjoyed each other's presence and took comfort in it after four years of separation, that is until the clock struck 11 and Sam got up to get ready after kissing the top of Jess's head.

He came out twenty minutes later, wearing dark blue jeans and a brown polo and his hair still dripping water. He then walked over to the main door to the apartment, where his boots were and bent down to put them on. He was working on tying his left boot when he felt Jess kneading his tense shoulder muscles. "Are you sure you don't want me there?" she asked for what seemed to Sam like the millionth time.

Sighing and getting done with his shoes, Sam grabbed Jess's un-calloused hands and turned around. Then looking into her deep blue eyes, Sam smiled softly and said, "I'm sure, Jess. I don't want you anywhere near that place." Then turning his head toward the clock and seeing that it was 11:30, he let go of Jess's hands and pulled her into a hug, holding onto her with all her might and hiding his face in her hair. "I have to go now, Jess," he said as she held on to him, those words just causing her to hold onto him even more tightly.

"I love you, lady" he continued, "Be happy for me, all right?" He smiled when she nodded reluctantly and let go of her, peeling her arms of him when she didn't. "Bye, Jess," were his last words to her as he turned around and walked out of her apartment and according to him her life.

Going down the elevator and out of the apartment building, Sam finally reached the car that he'd stolen just to get to the crossroads and meet his fate head-on. Getting in the car, he revved the engine, and after taking one last look at the love of his life, who was staring at him as if he would disappear from her balcony, he waved goodbye and pulled out of the parking lot and onto Highway 61.

Deciding to have as much fun as he could in the last few minutes of his life, Sam flicked on the radio. He couldn't help the laugh that slipped out when he heard the song that was on.

Living easy, Living free

Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too

Sam couldn't believe that "Highway to Hell" by ACDC was on, like seriously, what were the chances of that. 'Well,' though Sam, 'I'm going there, so, I might as well sing the song,' and so he sang.

I'm on the highway to hell

No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me round
Hey Satan, payin' my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land

I'm on the highway to hell
(Don't stop me)

And I'm going down, all the way down
I'm on the highway to hell

Then when that song was over and there were three miles, which would be about five minutes, left in his journey, another song that he'd never heard before ("Angels on the Moon" by Thriving Ivory) came on.

Do you dream, that the world will know your name?
So tell me your name.
(Tell me your name.)
Do you care, about all the little things or anything at all?
(Anything at all.)
I wanna feel, all the chemicals inside I wanna feel.
(I wanna feel.)
I want a sunburn, just to know that I'm alive...
To know I'm alive.
(To know I'm alive.)

Don't tell me if I'm dyin, cause I don't wanna know.
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go.
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon.
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon.

Sam really liked the song, it had a great meaning and it was true for him, mostly because he had known exactly when he was going to die since he was eight, it was pretty awful. It was also true that life wasn't worth living if you didn't have your loved ones with you. This song made him feel stronger somehow, like he could do anything if he put his mind to it.

Do you believe, in the day that you were born?
Tell me do you believe.
(Do you believe.)
And do you know, that every day's the first of the rest of your life.

This is to one last day in the shadows.
And to know a brother's love.
This is to New York City angels.
And the rivers of our blood.
This is to all of us, to all of us.

Sam was seriously beginning to think that whoever the D.J. was knew his story and what he was about to do, like seriously how else had they put on two songs that were totally related to what he was about to do and talking about how much a brother's love meant at the perfect time, but whatever, Sam was enjoying the songs.

So don't tell me if I'm dyin, cause I don't wanna know.
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go.
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon.
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon.

Yeah, you can tell me all your thoughts, about the stars that fill polluted skies.
And show me where you run to, when no one's left to take your side.
But don't tell me where the road ends, cause I just don't wanna know, No I don't wanna know.

Don't tell me if I'm dyin.
Don't tell me if I'm dyin.

By the time the song was over, Sam had reached the crossroads and was resting his head on the steering wheel, praying to God that he had the strength to endure whatever awaited him. After reciting the Lord's Prayer, Sam took out the two photos he always carried with him, the first was of his family and the second one was of him and Jess at their first and only dance. He just stared at these pictures for a few minutes and then when he'd stared at them long enough that he could picture them in his head, he put them up and got out of the car, carrying everything he needed to summon the demon, finally ready to meet his fate at 11:58, two minutes earlier than required.

And a minute later, there it was, although this time it was "wearing" a cute, little boy with baby blue eyes and bleach blonde hair, and even though the boy's eyes only showed the demon's surprise for a second, Sam caught it.

"Oh, Sammy," said the demon mock sweetly in the little boy's high-pitched voice, "You really are something, aren't you?" Then shaking his head wistfully, which looked very weird on a little kid, Sam noticed, he said, "Oh, are they gonna have fun with you upstairs. Pity I can't be there!" Then looking at the little kid's High School Musical watch, which read 11:59:52 and counting, he, grabbing his wrist in a bruising grip, rhetorically asked, "You ready?"

Then Sam felt the weirdest sensation; it was like getting sucked into a black hole, well what Sam thought it would be like, only darker and felt like being ripped apart slowly, piece by piece, so that someone else could enjoy your pain. The next thing Sam knew was that he was wearing the same clothes that he was wearing earlier and was chained spread-eagle to and from places he couldn't see. Seeing the position that he was in, he barely muffled the terrified scream that threatened to escape.

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His heart racing, Sam pulled himself out of his thoughts, he remembered what had happened with perfect clarity now, but he did not want to revisit his memories of hell, living through them once was bad enough, thanks. Hell had been awful, it was everything that it was advertised to be awful, hot, painful, but there were also many good people in there, people who had sacrificed their lives for their loved ones, even little kids, and Sam had done what he could for them, even though he didn't want to remember the pain that it had brought him. He had managed to be a good person, even in hell, and he was proud of himself.

He remembered how he had gotten out of hell. Someone had opened the doors to hell, for some odd reason, and everyone else in hell had been set on getting Sam out, so he had gotten out. He had thought that he would go to heaven, purgatory, or maybe even back to hell, he sure hadn't imagined that he would come back to life. Come to think of it, how had that happened anyway, he was pretty sure that his body should have decomposed by now, if it was buried, right? But here he was good as new, well, that is with the exception of the many stitches decorating his body.

Sam was pulled out of his musings by the sound of the doorknob turning and he had the feeling that at least one of his earlier questions would be answered, specifically the 'Who tried to keep me alive,' one. And even though he tried his best, Sam couldn't contain his gasp of surprise as the person that was the reason behind him being alive stepped in.

…TBC…

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