A/N: Ahh I feel sooo bad for not updating for the longest time!! Graduation's coming up and I had to write this long ass research paper and make a documentary. I spent like every waking moment I wasn't sleeping or in school working on that (and watching supernatural hehe) so I'm going to try my hardest to update regularly, but it's the end of the year and everything is getting pretty hectic :P
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"I asked you a question."
Sam shuddered underneath the icy breaths blown into his face. The yellow-eyed demon was standing only inches away from his face.
The Yellow-eyed demon. The thing that had killed his mother, father and Jessica. That alone frightened him. If only he wasn't tied up and beaten to hell he might have done everything he could to kill him, make him suffer. But Sam was past the point of even struggling with his binds. He was so weak he didn't even bother to attempt defending himself when another blow came. All he did was close his eyes and pray that the next hit wouldn't hurt as much as the last.
Ever since that thing he had entered the room, he had been trying to get him to use his powers. Why? Sam didn't know. Sam barely even cared, the only thing he cared about was the words continuing to echo throughout his mind.
"Your brother is burning in hell, just like your father is…"Even when he was trying to battle the pain and try his hardest to focus on something else, all he could get into his head was the fact demons had told him his brother was dead, and were eager to show off his corpse.
"Your brother's dead, Sammy… What are you fighting so hard for?" he whispered tauntingly into his ear.
Sam quickly jerked his head away from the breath now sending chills down his back. Sam felt him take a step or two back and this caused him to relax slightly.
The man the Yellow-eyed demon was possessing threw his hands up looking at him with an expression of defeat, "So Sam what is it you want to know? If you want me to tell you, you're going to have to ask me yourself,"
Sam's mind was over flowing with questions, but he couldn't manage to get the words up his throat and say them out loud.
The demon slowly began inching closer to him and Sam shut his eyes trying to hide away from him. He slowly pushed his hand up to Sam's chin, and no matter how much Sam struggled away, the demon managed to turn his face to his.
"Come on Sam, what is it? You obviously want to know something, unless you like getting yourself beaten to death…"
Sam slowly began to open his eyes and look at the demon. He couldn't hide from him any more, what would Dean think of him being this weak? Sam cleared his throat and fought back a wave of fatigue, "W-What…"
"So you've finally found that voice of yours…"
Sam tried to ignore the demon and continued, "What… have y-you… d-done with my bro-ther…" his voice was cracked and after a couple of words he had to stop and catch his breathe. He wasn't sure but he felt like something was poking into his lungs, or something had happened from the beating to his chest and throat that made it hard to breath and talk.
"Ahh Sammy, well that, that is the million dollar question," he said shaking his finger as if he was reprimanding him. Sam couldn't help but roll his eyes and look away, "You really want to know?"
Sam looked back threw tortured eyes and nodded slowly. The demon nodded along with him and then knelt down beside him. Jane who was also still in the room stood next to Sam and moved a little closer, excited to see the look on his face when he got the full story.
"You know that little-" the demon shoved his hands next to his head to make them in to quotation marks, "hunt, you had going on?" Sam didn't even bother to nod, just started to let his mind race as to why that would have anything to do with the demon, "Wasn't that information just a little too available?"
Sam thought for a second. What the hell?
"Yeah, doesn't make sense right? Why am I bringing that up?" the demon whispered, playing to Sam's thoughts, "Yeah and the demon saved that man, just to kill him afterwards?" the yellow-eyes demon and Jane laughed coldly at the look of confusion on Sam's face, "That's right Sammy, I have some insight as to what goes on in those psychic boy visions of yours."
Sam gaze dropped down to the floor, still confused as to how the demon knew all of this. Suddenly, the demon started standing up more and then lifted his hand to pull down on the neck of Sam's shirt, exposing the greenish, half-healed bruises. Sam looked up at his even more confused and all the demon did was smile, "Oh these are healing faster than I would have thought…"
"What… What d-do you… have to do w-with… that spirit?" Sam questioned.
The demon smiled and backed away, "Funny question! What do I have to do with that spirit in particular? Well, let's just say I'm the one that brought it back…"
Sam stared at him with pure bewilderment. For the first time in a while his mind had stopped thinking about Dean or his injures. Now all he could think was: What the fuck is this crazy demon talking about?
"W-what?"
"Knew you would say that." He said quickly, "You see Sammy this little spirit had been put to rest a long while ago by a hunter named John Winchester…" the demon paused for a second to let the short utterance of Sam's deceased father sink in, "Along with your brother, Dean and of course your dear family friend, Bobby. Whom by the way we'll be seeing shortly," he smiled. Sam just stared and didn't bother to interrupt. Every time he attempted to speak it took time and energy, and right now he wanted all the information as quick as possible, "I figured you and Dean would figure that out pretty soon, but when I realized you were dumber than I had first imagined I had to make some tweaks in my plan…"
Sam eyed him suspiciously. When he realized he was waiting for Sam to inquiry him more he whispered, "B-but you can't… You can't bring people back… From the d-dead…"
The demon jumped, startling Sam, "People! But this was no person my dear boy, this was a spirit. A spirit in hell. And with a little bit of my assistance it was able to find it's way back." The demon chuckled as he remembered the long tasks he had taken to make this plan work out.
Sam stared at him in disbelief, "You b-brought a spirit… b-back from h-hell… just so me and m-my brother c-could… hunt it-t?" each word was getting harder and harder as the demand for words got bigger.
"Umm… Yep! Why…? That is what you were going to ask next, was it not? Well for one it would lead you right to our 'Jane' here," the demon answered for him smiling. Jane smiled as well happy that she had come into the story, "Oh yeah, and Timothy that guy you were trying to bring justice to? He's not dead." The demon smiled bigger and continued, "Timothy doesn't even exist…"
Sam thought for a second and then filled in the blanks, "S-so you brought the sp-sprit back from the… d-dead and then planted… f-fake stories that matched it… online. The spirit hasn't killed a-anyone… the f-first would be my b-brother…"
"Wow Sam maybe you weren't as dumb as I thought, yes that spirit hasn't killed anyone for a little less than thirteen years… Make sense yet Sammy?"
"And Jane's been p-possessed since I… M-met her?"
The demon clapped his hands and then smiled over at 'Jane' who smiled back, "Good job Sam you get a gold star!"
"Why go through all… of th-that? Why not j-just take… me and k-kill by brother,"
The demon thought about this for a moment before responding, "Mostly I just like to watch you squirm, Sammy. Think you've finally cracked the case to why all these poor innocent people are dying, and now you can save your brother for once. Save the brother who's always getting himself hurt protecting you," The demon loved the way he could see the hurt in Sam's eyes even as he turned his head away, the demon only followed his face and continued, "But it couldn't be that easy, right? All of a sudden these vision are getting out of control, and every time you wake up you're about to die, and once again you almost give Dean a heart attack trying to save you…"
Sam felt the guilt rising up his stomach when he remembered how scared Dean was every time he saw his younger brother almost die. He felt even worse when he thought about how maybe he hadn't taken this job seriously enough, even with all the warnings he had gotten. Sam was convinced he should have worked harder, he should have known the demon was involved. Why else would he be having a vision about it?
"Feeling guilty yet, Sammy?" the demon taunted. Sam glared at him threw mentally and physically pained eyes, but said nothing, "Huh?"
Sam was about to spit out some kind of insult, or threat to send him back to hell, but suddenly he felt a pain in his head. No, this wasn't an ache from the punches that had rained down on him before. This was different. He tried to stop his pain from being displayed on his face, but it was continuing to get worse, and Sam couldn't help but wince and squeeze his eyes shut.
"What's wrong, Sammy?" the demon whispered cruelly.
'Yeah, Sammy. Wassa matter?'Sam slowly opened his eyes despite the pain.
'You can tell me Sammy…' Sam heard the demon's voice in his head but saw no lips move. Sam made a face in disbelief and all the demon did was laugh knowingly. He wondered how this could even be possible, and was about to ask out loud, but then the pain got unbearable and he threw his head back and tried to scream, but he found his throat was paralyzed.
'I can hear you Sammy. How is this possible?' Sam started breathing short painful breaths, trying his hardest to battle the pain attacking his mind, 'You do feel guilty, wish you had saved your brother. But he's dead Sammy, and your mine now…' Jane was watching the scene in front of her, not really sure what was going on, "What's happening to him?" she asked, more interested than worried. The demon didn't even bother to look at her; all he did was hush her so he could concentrate. Once his full attention was back on Sam, the young hunter suddenly began shaking and swinging his head around wildly as if he could shake the pain out. 'He's not coming to save you. Why should he save you anyway, you never save him…' Sam tried to say something back in his mind, because he knew the demon would hear him. But the pain was too much to think over. 'I know what you want to ask me, Sammy… What do I want with you? Why is all of this happening to you? Well… I won't answer that second question just yet but I will address the first…'Sam was finally about to get some of the answers him and his brother had been searching for since his first vision almost a year ago. Surprisingly, this was the last thing Sam cared about right now. All he wanted was his brother back and this demon to get out of his head, not have him reading his thoughts and telling him secrets inside his head.
'I want you to use your powers, Sammy… That's all I want you to do…'The pain started to fall away slightly and Sam was able to push out one word, "C-c-can't-t"
Jane's eyes shot from Sam to the Yellow-eyed demon, trying to understand what was going between them, "What?" she thought aloud.
The yellow-eyed demon slowly turned his head to Jane before shushing her again. His face turned back to Sam and with his head cocked slightly to the side, he continued the torture on Sam's head.
'I know what you think Sam, but let me tell you, you are wrong. Think you can't control your visions and telekinesis? Come on don't you remember Max Miller? And Amson Weams? They tried to control they powers, they could, couldn't they? You can too Sammy all you have to do is let them come to you… Just use your powers…"
With that final thought Sam felt the demon leave him and for after what seemed like days he was alone in his own thoughts. The pain had almost completely stopped, but Sam's rapid breathing pattern hadn't. He still struggled to calm himself down and take in regular inhales.
The yellow-eyed demon hadn't expected Sam to pass out from the pain, and when he did the demon lost his patience. He had taken the time to explain himself to Sam, and then caused him to pass out when Sam just might be coming around.
The tortured man's head lolled to the side and he finally had somewhat of a peaceful expression. He was finally getting some much-needed rest. This didn't make his tormentor happy and in his frustration he pushed the chair Sam was in over.
"Dammit!" he cursed, his anger clearly visible. Sam fell to the ground with a loud thud, but this didn't wake him. He continued to be out of consciousness even thought the demon was yelling loud enough to wake the entire city of Salem.
"I'll make sure he wakes up in a few minutes… Maybe you should think about-" Jane started but then was interrupted by her fellow demon shoving a phone into her hand.
"Shut up!" the demon boomed, "And call that Bobby guy, tell her to hurry up with the damn body!"
Jane frantically began dialing Bobby's number again and held it to her ear as the other demon exited the room.
"Hello?" a breathy voice answered.
"Listen to me Bobby you better hurry up with the body before we take out our impatience on your precious Sammy!" before Bobby had a chance to respond, the call had ended.
Jane set the phone down on the table, pleased with how she had dealt with Bobby. She didn't really know that Bobby already had a feeling something wasn't right with Sam, and was happy now he was probably worried to death about what had happened to him.
Jane half walked, half ran over to the sink and filled the pitcher on the table with water. She slowly approached Sam before pouring the pitcher over Sam's face.
"Get up Sleeping Beauty!" she called, as she attempted to wake Sam from his rare sleep.