Chapter 12-Sleep & Fights
Sam flopped down on his bed and was asleep before his head even hit the pillow. He didn't bother to take his shoes off or even his jacket. His face was smashed into the pillow and one arm was casually thrown off the side of the bed, his fingers skimming the carpet. His soft snores echoed in the empty room.
In his careless attempt to safely get in the room, Sam had knocked a portion of the salt line out. He thought it was a no biggie, since Dean would just fix it after he made sure that Sam was miserable. So Sam now slept in the silence of the room. He didn't see the shadow outside the window by the light from the parking lot or here the soft evil chuckle that walked with it hand and hand.
The door handle opened, spreading the salt crystals over the laminated wood in the entrance. A dark figure crept along the floor, not touching any of the salt. The figure was male. He smiled a dark smile as he stepped soundlessly closer to the bed. He stopped and looked around. There, under the bed, was a devils trap that could be easily moved for hunting perposes. With a snap of his fingers, the trap broke. He silently moved to the bed.
"Sammy." He said, his voice sounding like Dean's. Sam let out a soft moan, like an approval or something, then turned his head so it was away from the stranger. "Come on Sammy. Bobby needs us. We have to go." Sam opened one eye and looked at the dark room.
"We're one vacation." Sam said. "Tell him we'll be there soon."
"That's no good." The stranger said, his voice being more irratated. Sam finally set up but was met with a fist to the face, which knocked him off the bed. He shakily pulled himself up using the bed as a crutch. As soon as he gained his feet, he was hit again in the face. He hit the wall with a thud and slid down onto the floor. Another attack came as the intruder kick Sam in the ribs with his steel toed boots. Sam curled up into a ball, fighting back tears that would mix with the blood on his face. He recieved another shot in the back, which made him arch up. His face seemed to be frozen in the cringe phase. He did manage to get his eyes to open as he looked up at his attacker. A handsome young man stared down at him.
"Stop." Sam begged. "Please." But the finale blow to the back of the head stopped him from begging anymore. He fell back to sleep at the strangers feet.