AN: Sammysmissingshoe, your Sam girl is showing. *Giggles manically* Oh, I know. I know… Look at me, guys! Three chapters in one week! That's more like it!
"I love the future." Was the first thing Sam heard as he woke up. He tried to hold his aching head, but his arms were fastened together behind him with coarse rope. "But I find some things a little-" The gleam of a knife caught his eye as Josie twirled it between her fingers. "Confusing. Would you be a dear and show me what I've missed?"
Black smoke trickled from her mouth, and rushed directly towards Sam. He clenched his jaw tightly, but the demon's essence just pried it open and tried to force itself down his throat. When he felt it shoved out of him due to his anti-possession tattoo, he visibly relaxed. He sucked in air and coughed once he was finally free.
When the smoke ran back into Josie's body, her bright red lips were no longer pulled into a wide smile. "What's that all about? Hmm?"
Clamping his jaw stubbornly, Sam remained quiet. Screeching in anger, Josie raised her hand as though she were about to strike Sam, but then she calmly lowered it with her chilling smile plastered back on her face. "You're a hunter, which means you've probably got yourself a nice little 'no demons allowed' tattoo, am I right?" Her smile widened when she saw Sam's small twitch. "Thought so. Now I just get have myself a friendly, little scavenger hunt."
Her fingers brushed against his head, gently tucking a strand of hair behind his ear in a mockery of tenderness. They continued tracing lower; down his collarbone, past his pectorals, and down his ribcage, pausing just above the waistband of his jeans. The slight widening of Sam's eyes didn't get past her.
"You hiding something under here, maybe?"
Before her fingers could move another millimeter, Sam reared his legs back to kick her off him, but she simple held her hand out, and an invisible force struck him to the ground, his bound hands digging painfully into his back.
"Down, boy." She chastised with a light slap to his cheek. It didn't hurt, but the action was so humiliating, so demeaning, and yet he could do nothing to stop it.
"Not down there… Up here maybe?" With a yank on the top button of his flannel shirt, she was greeted with the V-neck he was wearing underneath.
Calmly picking up the knife she'd discarded, she tore open the shirt, being careful not to cut his skin.
"Well look at that." She tapped the tattoo above his heart with a manicured fingernail. "You've got all sorts of surprises under these layers." The other hand's fingers traced the definite outline of his well-defined abs. "Not sure what you're trying to hide."
Sam wanted to say something, anything, just to prove that he wasn't going to just accept this so easily. But he'd been in this position for too many centuries; he'd been submissive to pain for far too long to try and deny its inevitability now.
Knife in hand, Josie pressed the tip of the blade just above the tattoo, fully prepared to take her time with its removal.
"The waiting was always your least favourite part, wasn't it, Sammy?" Lucifer giggled from the corner. "Guess that's why it was always my favourite." Of course he had to be here right now. Sam was almost ready to welcome the pain if at least made Lucifer leave him alone for a while.
Gladly accepting his invitation, the pain greeted him with intensity far worse than he'd anticipated. The blade dug into his flesh until it was slicing the muscles below, yet this demon knew the human body well enough to avoid hitting anything vital.
Despite his best efforts to remain stoic, Sam lurched up, a primal scream torn from his throat. Sweat glistened off his forehead as Josie's power shoved him back to the floor. She gave the blade a little twist, and Sam moaned in pain; his body fought so hard against the force pinning him to the ground. As if moving might lessen the agony, but he was held steady.
"You've been holding out on me." She said over his pathetic noises. "You have a lovely voice. I can't wait to see what your head is like." With that said, smoke slipped past her lips, and jammed itself down Sam's throat; his tattoo now utterly helpless to protect him any longer. "Now, show me what you've seen." Her voice commanded.
Memories of his life began flashing through his head like snapshots from a family photo album, but they came and went far too fast, and Sam felt himself weakening at the bombardment of images. Even worse was when his more recent memories came to pass; blood, fire, Dean, unending pain, Dean causing him unending pain. It finally all became too much, and Sam finally passed out once more.
"Who is the demon who took Sam?" Castiel interjected after Henry was through explaining how he had gotten to this time period, but he had still left the most prominent question unanswered.
"Her name is Abbadon. It is my fault that she has come here." Henry admitted shamefully.
"Abbadon? I've heard that name before. She is a Knight of Hell."
"Since when does Hell need knights?" Kevin asked.
"They are handpicked my Lucifer himself." Henry clarified. "But I had thought that arch angels had wiped them all out."
"Maybe she's the last one." Kevin suggested.
"How do you know about angels and knights?" Castiel inquired.
"Surely Sam has mentioned his legacy."
"What legacy?" Meg, Kevin, and Castiel all asked in unison.
"Being a man of letters."
Confused silence fell over the car, before Meg finally spoke up. "A what?"
"He-he is a man of letters, isn't he?"
"Nope." Meg answered quickly, almost callously. "He's a hunter, and not a half bad one either. Although he did kinda start the apocalypse."
"This- this cannot be." Henry said in disbelief. "John was meant to raise him as a man of letters. Unless… I don't come home to John and tell him." Henry looked up at Castiel, hoping to find that his thoughts weren't true.
"I'm sorry," Castiel comforted sincerely. "But this is what's happened."
"You still haven't told us what makes your boys club so special there, Ace." Meg pointed out. "Or what the hell you're doing here."
Henry reached into his pocket, and pulled out an old looking box with a strange symbol engraved on it. "Many great men lost their lives trying to protect this, and I am going to make sure that their sacrifices were not in vain."
"What's in the box?" Meg asked with a fairly decent Brad Pitt impression.
"I don't know." Henry admitted as he stowed it back into his pocket.
"Well, there's gotta be some-" Kevin was interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. 'Sam' flashed across the screen. "It's Sam!" Kevin declared eagerly.
Fumbling with the buttons for a moment, Castiel managed to answer it, and put it on speakerphone.
"Sam?" Henry called out hopefully.
A feminine chuckle on the other end dashed everyone's hopes. "Nope. Much sexier. Try again."
"Abbadon." Henry breathed out.
"Good boy. Now, you hand yourself over, along with the box, or else your grandson's dead. He's already pretty miserable over here, no matter how much I try to cheer him up. Isn't that right, Sammy?" There was a very brief pause, followed by a hoarse scream; Sam's hoarse scream. Her laugh was heard again, and then her warning. "Don't keep me waiting." The phone clicked, marking the end of the call.
"We need to get Sam back." Castiel said without a moment's hesitation.
"We cannot let her get her hands on this box." Henry argued.
"You mean the one you don't even know anything about?" Meg remarked.
"If we could just buy some time-"
"You heard her, Henry." Castiel interrupted. "She is going to continue torturing Sam unless we give her what she wants."
"Or if she thinks we give her what she wants." Kevin suggested slyly.
"What are you proposing we do?" Henry asked. Kevin's phone went off again, a text message this time, revealing the address where she and Sam would be waiting.
"We've got two people here that Abbadon doesn't know about. I can take you to Abbadon while Castiel and Meg find out what's up with the box."
"How?" Meg asked.
"Are there any men of letters left?" Kevin asked Henry. "Anyone you could talk to about it?"
"There may have been some that survived Abbadon's attack, but how will we be able to find out?"
"Sam's got his computer in the back."
Henry- laughed? "You couldn't possibly fit a computer in a car."
"Welcome to 2012, dude. We gotta stop somewhere with Wi-Fi."
"Diner up ahead." Meg pointed at the sign, and Kevin pulled into the lot.
After ordering some food so that it didn't seem like they were only there for the internet service, Kevin started clacking away on the keyboard. "Give me some names."
Henry listed off some names of potential survivors, but when Kevin's results brought up the name 'Albertus Magnus', his interest was piqued.
"That name," Henry explained. "It's the one men of letter use when going incognito. This could be a lead."
"Meg and I will follow it," Castiel agreed, then added, "But you and Kevin need to go find Sam."
"How are we gonna do that if we can't kill Abbadon?" Kevin questioned.
"I have an idea." Henry announced. "But it will be dangerous for both of us, Kevin."
Kevin scoffed. "I have a feeling I'm gonna have to get used to dangerous. What's the plan?"
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