Chapter 7

The days turned slowly and not at all, it was as if time froze in that cell listening to Lucifer chatter about nothing at all, by now he had learnt much more than he needed to ever know about Lucifers brother Michael, and their godlike father.

"Would you please just shut up." said Dean wearily.

Lucifer poked out his tongue, "Maybe if you said something once in a while I wouldn't have to keep talking to fill the silence and block out the screams of the insane."

"Maybe you just like the sound of your own voice."

"I thought we were friends Dean. Friends that are supposed to merrily converse, actually engage in conversation other than the odd grunt."

"As if I would ever be friends with you."

"No need to hide your affection out of fear of losing an warped idea of your masculinity, admit it your love me."

"When hell freezes over maybe."

"Dean what only pulls us apart makes our love stronger."

"Go jump in a well."

"Is that not the castle." proclaimed Castiel smugly.

Gabriel pretended to squint "I don't know, it could be a castle, but I'm not so sure if it the royal court."

"Gabriel, how many Castles are their around here? one, just one Gabe, and that is it."

"hmm. Maybe. We need further investigation to find out."

Castiel rolled his eyes with exasperation and they hesitantly approached the castle, sticking to the shadows and hiding their faces behind the shadows of their hoods

Castiel shot Gabriel a smug look after he asked a serving girl where they were and she replied that they were within the city of the royal castle.

Gabriel blew a spit bubble holding it on his tongue and pointing it in Castiels direction Castiel shook his head disgusted, motioning with his dagger teasing threats upon his lips. Gabriel conceded and led the way into the castle side by side with Castiel, giving the taller man a friendly nudge along the way. They entered through the servant's doorway, sneaking in behind a maid, picking up a pile of dirty sheets along the way to hide their true identities. It was not needed as no one had recognised them, gaining confidence they started casually asking around the servants quarters for information on the Winchester brothers.

Sam woke up from a dream about his brother tears falling like tiny raindrops onto his stained hands.

"What is that powder stuff you have been giving me?" asked Sam to Anna who was tidying up the room, humming a soothing tune.

"I don't know." she shrugged "Ruby called it called demon blood or something or rather. It does not matter as long as it makes you strong enough to kill Lilith."

Sam nodded thoughtfully, examining the latest packet Anna had left.

Sam put the red powder on his hand and licked it, tipping his head back, it burned his insides. A searing feeling spread through his body that he had come to associate with power from the powder. The burn eventually subsided and he let out a booming laugh, his pupils dilated and glazed over, a dopey grin spread across his face and his heart rate sped up. Contented he laid back on the bed and threw a spoon in the air twirling around over his head he watched it slowly descend to earth.

Later into the evening the exhilaration from the drug faded and was replaced with a stilling calm hitting deep within the recesses of his mind. Sam closed his eyes, and fell asleep for a few hours, everything felt alright in the world again for a small moment.

With a panicky feeling, and a tightening of his chest Sam was awake again. The crushing weight of the grief came back to him, hitting him full force. The boom of his heartbeat sounded in his ears. He backed up against the headboard and clutched the blankets tight around himself, his rib cage feelt like it was tearing in two. His eyes remained dry and swollen as he stared off into nothing.

The next day when Anna returned she did not have any powder with her, Sam was furious and demanded answers. With fear in her eyes Anna hesitantly backed away, stammering out excuses, before quickly closing the door, Sam threw the pillow at the closing door, the soft fabric did make a sound as it collided with the unyielding wood.

Three days Anna returned without the powder and Sam got more agitated, his skin felt too tight, and his breathe came out shakily. He would scratch and pull, digging his nails in deep, but the feeling under his skin would not go away. The constant itch to sate the dark beast of addiction.

On the fourth day Sam almost openly wept when Anna returned with more of the substance. He greedily clutched at it and put it in his mouth. As the powder burnt down his throat he sighed in contentment as the feeling of power returned to him once again. Feeling immensely strong he dared to urge Anna on to relay the threat to Ruby that she would suffer if she ever to kept him waiting again. Anna squeaked out she would relay the message then hurriedly scurried out of there.

Sam relaxed into his bed, falling asleep for the first time in three days. All was right once again.

Sam awoke and took more of the powder lying by his bedside. His vision blurred into a haze.

Though the next few days, there was only the moments where the new powder came, and the waiting in between. It was when waiting for the red powder that dark feelings crushed down upon him full force, dragging him under. The worse downtimes were when he was out of the red powder, and Ruby wasn't sending more, she couldn't because Lilith was watching her too closely she explained away in secret letters. His veins burned singing for more of the red powder to which ruby had complete control over. When it arrived, he was thankful, he was heavily dependant and would do anything for a bit of that exhilarating red powder.

It was one of those nights where he couldn't sleep, his skin felt too tight, too hot, and it itched terribly. He would scratch it until dark red rivulets would run down his arms, his foggy perception filters turned the red rivulets into darkening streams to drown his aching body in. He heard distant laughter, Sam's addled brain once again reminded himself it was him.

Anna came back to see him shaking in the corner, screaming out. She hesitantly approached him soothing him with kind words, and urging him to take more of the intoxicating drug. She coaxed him to the bed, drugging him up until he was docile and didn't care what was happening anymore. A blissful look crossed his face as he lost touch with reality, the demons in his head quieted for the darkening hours.

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