Are You Sammy ?

Chapter 10 - Let The Wrong One In.

Then...

Sam rushed over to the door and pulled it open, sending salt flying in every direction he had busted the line, and completely went against everything Dean and Dad had just said. "Hurry!" He shouted to the little girl who shot into the room, Sam slammed the door and turned around to her. "I'll need to put the line back up."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you " She said and put a hand on his arm.

"What?" Sam said in shock.

"How else will I get back out silly." She replied and blinked her eyes to reveal horrible milky white orbs.

"Your a-"

"Demon, Yes. And you just let me in."

Now...

Lily wanted to take her time torturing Sam, but she knew his family were gunning it back to the motel room at top speed. She slowly pulled a small blade out of the back of her outfit and ripped it down his skin repeatedly slashing. Sam couldn't scream... wouldn't scream. But when she began to stick the needle into his side over and over again, he couldn't help but cry out in pain. It was like acid being emptied into his body slowly at first then faster and faster till he could barley handle it. If he could have move he would have thrown her off but it was as if he was glued to the grubby wall. He knew that the girl was behind the force.

With a sadistic smile Lily dropped the needles to the ground and let Sam fall along with them. He was a broken boy.

"I'll wait for you, Sammy." She muttered cryptically before kissing his cheek and disappeared back out into the night.

Sam lay in a crumple on the floor his little heart racing faster than a young child's ever should. His skin was paling quickly and a thick layer of sweat was forming, clotting the hair from his bangs. He could feel the fire working its way round his body through his bloodstream. It had crippled him and it was only the beginning. His body was changing and he was fighting it with all his might, for his new family and for his new life. He didn't want what was happening to him. All he wanted was a normal life. But as he lay on the cold floor, the motel room door still left open and letting in even more cold, he was slowly giving up hope.

His skin was pale in comparison to his normal tanned healthy look and the fresh bruising was made more prominant because of this. But it wasn't just his body that was suffering, that was merely phsyical. In his mind it was a battle ground. He was feeling new levels of pain and through that pain he could feel his anger steadily building. He was angry that Dean and John weren't here to help him, he was mad at himself for letting the little girl in and most of all he was angry at his brother. He had promised to keep him safe. He had promised that nothing would happen to him... Then what the hell was happening right now? He had left and Sam had got hurt. It didn't matter that it was mostly his own fault, what mattered was Dean should never have left him in the first place. Then this never would have occured.

Sam rolled over onto his side fighting the nausea and began to take in quick breathes to tide over the pain. He felt pathetic, just lying there in a heap looking like he had been beaten up by a school bully. Well he had been beaten by a four foot tall blonde haired blue eyed toddler. Now that was embarrassing.

"SAM!" Came a scream from the open door way, Sam reacted by screaming out in pain and flipping himself onto his back. He opened his eyes a crack as a pair of cold hands gripped his shoulders and pulled him onto what felt like a lap, it was John.

"Dad..." He muttered successfully as the older man placed his hand onto his forehead. It was soothing to say the least.

"He's burning up... Dean run him a cold bath and dump in as much ice as you can." His dad ordered and Sam could hear shuffling and the sound of the bath being turned on, he also heard Uncle Bobby cussing.

"John, they stuck him with the last needle." So, Bobby had found the needle. The girl had left it behind, Sam didn't really think it had been in her nature to be reckless, wrong assumption.

"Damn it." Dad looked beaten himself. He had a large cut on his forehead and the blood caked around his eye, some of the blood had yet to dry and still trickle down the side of his cheek. His clothes were dirty and ripped in certain places. But his eyes shone with guilt and love, they teared slightly.

"Bobby, what's happening to my boy?" John breathed broken. He had lost their mom and he had thought that he had lost his baby boy, then he had walked straight back into their lives only to be taken away again. But he wasn't dying. That was for sure even though at times it did feel like he was... He was just becoming something that John didn't like. God he is such a racist.

Sam stopped breathing momentarily. That last comment hadn't been something he was thinking. A racist? How was his dad a racist?

Your becoming a hybrid, Sammy-boy! Johnny doesn't like demons. Therefore, he is a racist.

Sam tensed as the deep voice boomed in his head, it was a voice he recognized and it wasn't his own. It was is fake father, Mr Forester. Sam began struggling in his father's arms, Johns hands strengthened on his body but Sam continued to thrash wildly. He could hear someone screaming but he was only now realizing that it was actually his screams.

"NO... NO!... NO...!"

"Sam calm down, just calm it." John said as he lifted him into the air and moved him into the bathroom and straight into the ice bath. Sam screamed again louder this time and tried to pull himself out of the tub but found that a hand was stopping him from getting out. Sam's eyes shot open as he looked at Dean with as much anger as he could muster, he could feel his eyes glazing over but he let it happen. He could control when they turned now, and he wanted Dean to feel scared. He wanted his older brother to fear him.

"Get off me..." He growled with venom. But Dean didn't let go, he just pushed harder and forced Sam's face under the freezing water. He could hear Dean's voice through the water calling for their Dad, but the good thing was he did sound afraid.

Dean let him up out of the water to get a breath then forced him back under again as Bobby started to chant. It hurt like a bitch, he could feel his skin bubbling and his head felt like it was being pressed between two closing walls. This must be what it feels like when a demon got exorcised, but why would his own family want to exorcise him? Why would they not try and help him? Why would they just skip to the last option they had. Sam didn't understand how he was being exorcised anyway, he wasn't actually possessed. They shouldn't be able to do what they were doing! Why would they send a child to hell?

"I think it's working..." He heard Dean say when he came up for the next breath, the water was bubbling and the temperature was steadily rising, the ice melting and sending the water level higher. Sam was still struggling to understand why they were doing an exorzism when everything seemed to stop. The bubbling, Bobby's chanting and Sam's breathing. He didn't fully understand anything at the minute but he suddenly felt at peace. The feelings of anger and hate were suddenly gone. But, Sam was brought out of this peace by a pounding on his chest and a push of oxygen into his lungs. This forced out a heck of a lot of water and finally a breath.

Sam coughed up the rest of the water and took in a well needed breath before opening his eyes to look into the concerned eyes of his only family.

"Dad?" He slurred and spat out the final remains of bath water. He realized he was on the floor, soaking wet and not in the tub.

"We thought we'd lost you for a second." John said and brought Sam forward into an embrace. "We never wanted to have to use this. But after what Dean said... Sammy we had too. It'll give us time to figure this out."

"What'd you do?" Sam felt sleepy but he wanted to know what had happened to him. He also felt guilty for wanting to scare Dean. Dean was his big brother and he was sure that if Dean had been in the motel room when Lily came, he would have done something to protect him. That's what he had promised afterall.

"We boxed up all that bad energy, son. Its lock up in here temporally." Bobby chimed in and softly flicked the side of Sam's head to back up his point. "No more nasty for a while and when it does want to come out and play, we will have a solution to get ride of all that bad stuff in you. "

"I heard him" Sam mumbled into the cloth of his father's flannel shirt. "I heard Mr. Forester's voice in my head, Dad. He can get into my head!" He was becoming aggitated. It scared the crap out of him that his fake demon Father could do that to him, it wasn't right.

"Sammy calm down." Now Dean was talking. Everyone was trying to comfort him. "We will fix this... I promise."

"Okay." Sam sniffed and pulled out of his father's embrace and onto an unsuspecting Dean. Sam felt safest in Dean's arms. Dean was unresponsive at first but he came around and put his arms around him. Sam closed his eyes and refused to open them again. He needed sleep and he was sure that Dean was more than capable of lifting him up and putting him into bed.