It Wasn't Your Fault, Sammy…
{Notice!: I do not own the Winchester name nor' have I ever. This was created purely for entertainment of others and myself. Thank You}
Chapter 10
Gabriel's POV
There are about a thousand different places I would rather be right now then fricken hell. Surfboarding in Fiji with the ladies. Japan munching down on some of the awesome candy they got. Hell! He'd even settle for Canada. Their bacon is surprisingly good on top of of cotton candy flavored ice cream.
Gabriel sighed loudly as he carefully shifted through Hell's deepest plain. I made that damn deal with Winchester and now I gotta find a suicidal Sasquatch. If that over grown bastard ends up killing himself again once I find him and yank him 'outta hear, Dean sure as hell not come crying to me again.
Gabriel grimaced as he heard the loud piercing scream and wails for mercy erupting from a female soul that was about 10 feet away from him. "PLEASE! PLEASE HELP ME, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!"
Scrubbing his face with his hand, Gabriel couldn't help but feel sympathetic towards the soul and shook his head sadly.
He had better find Sam soon… Sam's POV
San stared blankly at the cold, gray cell wall in front of him. It had been about a week or so since the torture had ceased. Or maybe a year, a decade. Sam didn't know, time was about as measurable down here as water was solid. But anyways, after 27 years of endless torture, he was a bit curious as to why it had suddenly just stopped.
After his little... episode, the demons had hauled him from his rack and thrown him in here. He hadn't heard from them since, but he know they would be back soon enough.
Where they finally out of ideas? Sam snorted to himself at that sad attempt of hope. No…It was something else. Something more serious then torture idea block. He thought quietly for a moment, and suddenly an idea struck him.
They had been treating him differently since their... Sam shivered a bit from the memory but continued, since their 'reenactment' of the crucifixion. The day when he had actually laughed at their torture. Sam grimly shook his head. Why the hell had he done that?
He'd just been practically begging for more pain, -if physically possible- but... he hadn't been able to help it. Ever since that day nothings REALLY fazed him like it used to. The never ending screams of horror, agony and fear used to drive him to the near brink of insanity. But now…Well they honestly didn't really faze him at all anymore.
He actually kind of …Sam shivered softly once more. He was actually starting to…
Enjoy them.
*gasp!* Oh no! Sam's starting to like the screams? I hope this doesn't mean what I think it does...Tune in next chap to see what happens next!