A/N A bit of Sam angst anyone?
Dean kissed Sam's neck and sent tingles down his spine.
"Dean…" Sam whimpered; it felt so good.
Sam opened his eyes to a darkened kitchen, he had been dreaming. There was an empty bottle of whisky on his lap and dribble down his chin. Sam instantly thought of Dean lying there dead in front of him and thumped his fists down onto the table.
"It shouldn't have happened…" Sam said getting to his unsteady feet. He wobbled to the window and looked out; Bobby had got the Impala from where Sam left it so Sam grabbed the keys and left Bobby's house. Sitting in the car he looked around, his eyes blurry and tired. He looked to the seat next to him where Dean should have been and turned on the engine then drove off into the night.
He didn't have a destination. Just, somewhere. Anywhere. Away from here.
He drove until he couldn't bear being alone in the car, he pulled up at a cheap motel and bought a room. He got out his laptop and started searching for anything to get someone out of hell. Any snippet that he could find helpful he wrote down.
By the morning he had a pile of notes and drawings of symbols and spells that he was going to try. The first one on his list consisted of summoning a demon by your own blood.
Sam set up 3 candles in a row, crossroads dirt and a silver bowl for his blood. With a knife he sliced into his wrist, letting his blood fill the bowl. He couldn't stop the blood, it overflowed onto the floor but he didn't care. Still bleeding he chanted the spell. The candles flickered and then went out, then there there was, a demon. It was in the body of a young girl, tall and slim but with those demonic jet black eyes.
She was smirking at Sam kneeling on the floor, still bleeding and pale.
"Get him out." Sam said angrily.
"What's in it for me?" The demon said putting her hands on her hips.
"Me."
The demon laughed. "What makes you think we want you down in hell, and not Dean?"
"Just do it!" Sam shouted getting to his feet holding his sliced up arm.
"Well even if I wanted you in hell, Sam. I'm not powerful enough to do the swap. You need an angel for that." The demon said, "Good luck getting one." And then she was gone.
Sam fell to his knees in tears and closed his eyes only to see Dean. He wasn't going to let himself sleep until he got Dean out from hell. Sam ripped some cloth off of his shirt and tied it around his arm then carried on at the laptop this time searching information on angels.
