-1Sam nodded again, quickly kissing Chris on the side of the mouth, just because. 'Yeah, he wasn't saying Sammy.'
Chris closed his eyes, hands travelling down Sam's back as he pushed closer to the man, needing his body heat.
'He was saying Nephilim.'
Chris shuddered.
'And I know now…'
Chris screwed his eyes together.
'.. That you're one of them.'
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The atmosphere of the room had become terribly cold, Sam let Chris cling to him whilst he absorbed the information that he'd just been drenched in. Slowly, painfully slowly, Sam pushed the boy away who was looking at the floor with a look of despair on his face. He had to resist the urge to embrace the boy again, filling his mind with images of Dean's torment was enough to quickly push the tender moment out of his head.
'How long have you known?' Chris asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with a bitter aftertaste. Sam had stood up now and was quickly pulling on a pair of jeans, the same unwashed ones from the day before, with urgency, hoping Chris wouldn't see his hurry. 'Not long, a day or so.'
'H-How?' Chris murmured, his eyes tightly shut, and once again Sam felt a surge of comfort and pity for him.
'I've been having a conversation with your brother, he's really the talkative type,' Sam said squarely, now tugging a shirt over his torso, idly playing with the hem in apprehension.
'What.. What did he tell you?'
'Everything.'
Chris looked up at Sam and the Winchester could see the pain, confusion and knowing in his eyes, an ocean that was beginning to ripple in the wake of an oncoming storm. 'Tell me what you know.' Sam noticed this wasn't a request.
Ignoring the demand, Sam took a pace towards Chris, a silent resolve ringing in his footstep. 'Where's Dean?'
Almost whimpering, the boy scrambled to his feet, hastily moving away from Sam. 'I-I don't know.'
Sam snorted, rolling his eyes, mocking the boy's answer. 'Chris. Tell me where Dean is. Now.'
Chris had backed himself up against a wall now, and was shaking feverishly. 'I told you, Sammy, I don't… I don't know..'
Sam gritted his teeth as his nickname floated about in the air, and with that, and the knowledge of what Chris had done despite himself, he grabbed Chris' shoulders and slammed him into the wall with a spine shaking crack. Chris cried out, but made no move to try and escape Sam's now-tightening grip. 'Where the hell is my brother, Nephilim?'
Chris shook his head, eyes screwed shut, he wasn't making a sound but Sam knew he was whispering 'No, no, no, no..'
With a heavy sigh, Sam let the boy go, taking a step backward. Chris made a sound like a dog that had been punished and crept forward. Crack, knuckles hit flesh as Sam lashed out with his fist, Chris snapped back with a electrifying jolt. 'What the fuck have you done with him?!' Sam shouted into the boy's face that was now covered in blood from Chris' busted nose. The boy didn't have chance to cry out, he was pushed back into the wall with an ugly grimace of pain on his face, features contorted into agony. Sam felt a pang of guilt but it vanished as quickly as the expression of pain on Chris' face. His lips - the ones that Sam had kissed so much earlier - curled upwards into a sneer, he opened his eyes and Sam fought the chills that raced down his spine. Chris wasn't there anymore, he had totally been taken over by whatever the hell brooded inside of him. No, Sam knew what it was. The Nephilim. The blood on his face seemed to dry up, instantly forming a crude mask of crimson, eyes were now burning with fire but Sam could see Chris, the real Chris, deep inside the depths, screaming, weeping, worrying.
'Man, Sammy, didn't think you'd have it in you,' The Nephilim rasped through bloodied lips. Sam's teeth clenched again as he swung his fist hard, aiming for another head shot but his knuckles stopped instantly, millimetres away from colliding with Chris's face. The Nephilim's face. It let out a chuckle. 'You thought it'd be that easy?'
There was a crack, whipping, and Sam flew backwards, falling to the floor with a disgruntled yelp. 'I really didn't think you'd hit your little boyfriend,' The Nephilim inside Chris said sharply and with a wave of his hand, sent Sam sprawling across the floor and into the wall with a dull thump. 'Imagine my surprise when you wanted to talk to me.' Hand gesture. Sliding. Thump. 'I guess you want to know where your brother is.' Gesture. Thump. 'Well, Sammy boy, you're about to find out.' Gesture. Thump. All of Sam's bones screamed in protest, but he stood, swayed, kept his balance. 'You sonofabitch,' he croaked out before Chris leapt forward, swinging his fist and telekinetically driving his fist into Sam's face.
Darkness.
'You've bitten off more than you can chew, Sammy.'
