Chapter 7:

I woke up to a small stinging sensation in the lower section of my left arm. My body jerked awake, and I drew my fist back, ready to strike what was attacking me. When my brain caught up with my surroundings, my eyes met a slightly startled Dean looking up at me. I wasn't in the panic room or cornered by demons. I was at Bobby's, but I was in bed… and was my hair wet?

"Woah, woah, woah, Sammy. It's just me." He let go of my arm in an attempt to prove his harmlessness. "I'm just stitching you up, it's okay. You're going to be okay now." He assured with a slow nod. "Want me to finish?" I saw the thread and needle hanging from my sliced skin.

"Uh… y-yeah. S-sorry." My fist unclenched, and I lowered my arm beside me onto the sheets.

"You good?" He asked warily. I gave myself a mental evaluation. Besides the fact that every part of my body seemed to be shaking, I was fine, so I nodded. "You sure?" He asked, leaning forward in an effort to catch my eyes.

"Yes, Dean, I'm sure." I said with a stronger voice than before. He looked physically satisfied with my response, and he grabbed his needle to finish the job.

"What happened there?" I asked, jerking my chin toward the cut.

"You decided you wanted to pull a Mr. Miyagi with every glass item in Bobby's kitchen." He answered. I winced, had I really been that bad while I was out of it?

"Yikes." I said with a grimace. He felt the need to look up at me after that. "What?" I asked, finally meeting his eyes.

"Nothing." He answered too fast. He collected himself a little before talking again "I mean, ...nothing. It's just… you're shaking like a leaf." I tried to stop, but it wasn't an easy task. "It's kinda Bobby's fault." He smirked. "I was gonna dry you off and change you into some new clothes after two of Bobby's ice baths, but he convinced me to let you keep the little pride you have left."

"Thanks, Bobby." I smiled to myself and looked down. I could feel the blush rushing into my face. Dean laughed quietly after that, and I knew he saw my embarrassment too. "So, uh, where is Bobby?" I asked to change the subject.

"Downstairs cleaning up with Cas."

"Did I destroy the place?" Dean finished stitching and looked me up and down.

"Just the kitchen." He downplayed it.

"Oh, well, if it's just the whole kitchen." I faked carelessness. "I should go help."

"No way." Dean insisted "I want you to stay here with me, got it?" I couldn't help but nod. Being the big brother - whether I liked it or not - he had a good amount of authority over the decisions I made. He was able to alter more than he knew.

"Hey, uh… Dean?" I asked.

"What?"

"Why didn't you just have Cas heal me?" He was putting the supplies back into the first aid kit, and paused for a second to answer before continuing.

"I wanted to do it." He stated nonchalantly with a shrug. I let that sink in before it was his turn to change the subject. "You are 100% sure you feel okay? You feel like you?"

"I'm not even sure how to answer that last part." I admitted. Of course I felt like me. "Yes? I guess."

"Just making sure you're fine." He said. "How much do you remember?"

"It's mostly pain." I shrugged. "The memories kinda fade in and out of the dream and real world." Then I recalled something "Oh God, Bobby's table." I sighed, covering my face with my hands.

"Anything specific?" He seemed to be getting at something, but I wasn't connecting the dots.

"No, Dean. Why?" I sounded more accusatory than I did curious, but I couldn't help it.

"Nothing. Don't get all touchy." He stood and placed the kit on a shelf across the room.

"Dean." That time I sounded fed up.

He sighed, "What the demon said, Sam…" I reached back into my memories of the nightmare and ventured into the part of my mind that held the dialogue between the demons and Dean. I really only remembered pain, it was hard to make out what had happened in my head.

"It's all pretty fuzzy…" I told him.

"She…" He paused, looking down and pursed his lips trying to figure out how to word something. "She said Lucifer has plans for you… They're specific plans, Sammy. To be honest, they're scarin' the hell outta me." I gulped. Specific plans? Lucifer? None of it sounded good.

"Demons lie, Dean." I reminded him, but he didn't seemed pleased with that response.

"Not always." He rectified. "Especially this one. She had nothing to lose. She was rebelling anyway…" He was talking like it was only him in the room, as if I wasn't there at all. These were the thoughts he usually didn't let me hear, so there had to be something bigger he was keeping from me.

"What were the plans?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know." He obviously lied "She kept that much to herself."

"Why do you do that?" I asked with exasperation. I let my back fall onto the mattress and my head onto the pillow.

"What?" He asked cluelessly.

"Lie." He immediately looked uncomfortable. "I mean, come on, Dean. We're nothing if not honest with each other."

He sighed before surrendering "She said… She said you were going to be the one to free Satan from hell…" That made me sit right back up.

"What? That- That's insane! I mean… Why would I free Lucifer? She's gotta be lying, Dean… She's-"

"Hold on, not so fast. I know it makes no sense, that's why I'm just giving you a quick check in. You sure you feel fine?"

"Y-yeah. 100%." I said for sure. I didn't feel any different than usual.

"Okay… Okay, Sam, I believe you." He nodded. "Even if she was telling the truth… and something does end up happening… we'll beat it. We'll be alright, like always."

"What if… I end up…"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. I just need you to make sure you're staying on the right track."

"I will." I promised. "That won't happen." He nodded once more, and then stood.

"Get some rest." He smirked, "We have hunting to do in the morning." With that, he left the room.

I think this will be the end due to the fact all of you know how Sam ends up. I'm up for suggestions on a new SPN story, though. Tell me what you thought of this one with a review. Thanks for reading!