Medulla
Creeno


I should be banned from branching out musically. All it brings is pain.

There's a searing pain, right between his gut and his heart.

It feels like fire's trying to devour his insides, pulsing it's way through his veins and up to his eyes, mouth, before settling like pressure between his brain and the back of his skull.

It's been there, a roiling mass for the longest time.

Sometimes, it's gone after he has a vision, or after a long, long nap or just a lapse of blank silence in his memory.

But these days?

It's always there, shoving at everything, making a mess of his emotions, thoughts, almost daily life.

He doesn't know why, but he can take a guess after the first few times, when he shoots that bitch at the crossroads and when he plugs those demons in the basement.

The ache gives way to a brief moment of bliss, his equilibrium is restored and it feels disturbingly good.

He doesn't tell Dean, just adds it to the list of things he's never told Dean, a list that's growing bigger and bigger almost everyday.

Ruby just smiles at him in his dreams, and her eyes go black.

Don't worry Sammy, she teases, it'll get better. Eventually.

The only thing he can hope is that 'eventually' is not a path made of blood and visions.


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