Sorry I haven't written in a while guys, I kind of had some health/school/family problems. But now that I'm back in the game, I can write again! :D
I hope you didn't miss me TOO much while I was gone!
Now let's see what trouble Sam has gotten himself into now!
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When Sam heard the sound of doors closing, he gave his bonds and extra tug. No, not yet. Not yet… He had been pulling at his cuffs for a few hours now, trying to find some way that he could get out of them. He had pulled, squirmed, smashed and tugged at them until his wrists and ankles were raw, but nothing worked. Hell, Sam had even stared at them for over thirty minutes just trying to will himself into breaking them with his mind. But it seemed that the only power that could be of any use to him right now was the only one he couldn't teach himself.
The sound of boots on stairs clinked into Sam's ears, and he felt panic start to creep back into his system. Oh god, not again… Please no…
"Well hello there Sam," Jane opened the door with that evil-soccer-mom look of hers, and threw her jacket out of Sam's range of vision. He didn't hear it hit the floor, so it probably landed on the table behind his head. "Did you miss me? I hope you didn't get too bored while I was away."
Sam took a deep breath through his nose, trying to look as calm as possible. All the same, he felt his body tense up as she walked past him, physically preparing for whatever was coming next. She had just gotten back from being outside, which probably meant that she had been out on a movie run. What was it this time? Sam tried to wrack his brains for any ideas, but pretty much every horror, slash, or gory movie he could think of he had already lived multiple times. Maybe she was bringing out the old black-and-white horror movies now?
"I brought you a treat," Jane had her back to him as she often did, but he could tell by the tone of her voice that she was smiling. As usual. He hated that smile more than anything in the whole world…
"What?" Sam forced a smirk on his face and tried to calm down the tremors that were already starting to make him shake in fear, "Pay-Per-View?"
He could hear Jane laughing behind him, and when she circled into his line of vision she was shaking her head. "I thought that was Dean's habit?"
"And I thought you were never going to show your ugly face again…"Sam raised his eyebrows angrily. " Looks like we were both wrong" –
"Speaking of your brother…"Jane raised her voice a little bit, overpowering Sam's. " I just got back from seeing him."
Sam's mind came to a standstill. Dean! She had talked to Dean! He tried to keep his face calm. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Oh nothing." Jane shrugged, although her motions were too nonchalant. She was obviously trying to irritate him. "But he left you a present." She held out her hand, and it held a little clear sandwich bag. Inside was something small and golden with a bunch of black thread around it. It was stained with blood. He looked closer…
Son of a…That was Dean's amulet!
Sam looked up into Jane's eyes, half with fear, half with hatred. "What the hell did you do to him?"
"Oh nothing that's going to hurt in the morning…"Jane chuckled sickly to herself, looking at the blood inside the bag as if it was a consolation prize. " But the thing is Sammy… I kind of have a confession to make. There isn't going to be a morning for Dean. I kind of got a little…."She giggled, poking the bag with her index finger. "Carried away."
Sam's world came crashing down. For a second, he thought his heart had stopped. "You didn't…"He looked into her eyes, trying to find some lie there, trying to find some hint that she was just jesting him. " You didn't… kill Dean, did you?"
Jane finally moved her eyes to his, and when she saw the look on his face she shrugged. "Well don't get too upset Sammy, he is in a better place after all." With that little comment she smiled to herself, her eyes lighting up with glee. "Oh sorry… I guess not. This is Dean Winchester we are talking about after all. But if it makes you feel any better I'm sure he got a warm welcome home, if you catch my drift."
Suddenly Sam was thrashing around, pulling at his restrains, trying to get to any part of Jane that he could. "When I get out of here, I swear I'm going to tear you apart, you twisted little" –
"Shh…"Jane put a hand over his mouth, her fingers surprisingly strong. " Shh… It's okay Sam." She pushed down on his face until he stopped moving. "Don't be worried. I would never separate you from your brother."
Sam looked up at her through her fingers on his face, confused. Does that mean he's alive? Is this some damn form of sick joke?
Jane lifted her other hand, and Sam could see a needle in it. Suddenly everything made sense. Jane was going to kill him too.
He pulled at the bonds, but of course they didn't move. Jane laughed. "It's alright Sam." she stuck the needle into Sam's arm with a smile. "If you've been a good boy, you should have nothing to worry about. What with those velvety-smooth puppy-dog eyes of yours, everyone will just want to eat you up." She said those last words with menace, laughing.
Sam pulled harder, trying to break the needle in his arm just so that it wouldn't work. Her words were making perfect sense, even without having to define anything she was saying. If he wasn't going to be separated from Dean, and if Dean was in hell… that meant Sam was going there too. "Wait… Don't…"He winced as she pushed her thumb along the vial, making the toxin enter his skin. Almost immediately, he could feel it enter his system. The second that the needle was out he started thrashing again, trying desperately to get free.
"The more you move around like a fish, Sam, the faster you will end up on the fryer." Jane chuckled at her own little joke, pulling her hand away from Sam's face. "It will just go through your system faster that way."
Sam could already feel himself getting weaker, and his head went limp on the table.
"It's okay Sam…"Jane patted his cheek with a smirk, and he couldn't even find the strength to pull away. " From what I hear, Winchesters get a good reception in hell."
