Chapter 37
The next morning John woke to the sound of Sam screaming. "What is it Sam," yelled John. "What's wrong?"
"It hurts! Oh God it hurts so bad!" cried Sam. Dean jumped up and ran over to his brother. Bryan struggled to his feet and wallked over as fast as he could, holding his side.
"What's the matter," said Dean grabbing Sam's shoulders and holding him. "Sam! What is it?" Sam screamed in agony. Something was wrong with his body, but he couldn't explain what. They all stepped back, shocked for a minute when Sam's body began to jerk uncontrolably. "NO!!!" yelled Sam.
"Shit," said Dean running back up to his brother and holding him down.
"Sam," yelled John grabbing his legs. His whole body was jerking hard enough to knock them off of him. Bryan slowly made his way to Sam's head and held it to keep him from banging it on something. John tied Sam's legs down and ran over to Michael. He jerked the gag out of his mouth.
"What the hell's wrong with him?" he asked in anger. Michael just grinned. "It's John? Right," he said. "Well John, it's the drug." John looked back. Sam was jerking hard, the veins in his neck popping out everywhere. " What are you talking about," he asked. "What's wrong with my son."
Michael didn't say anything and John hit him hard in the face and the stomach. Michael winced and grunted. "Tell me," yelled John. Michael began breathing hard from the beating.
"The drug's wearing off," said Michael, panting in pain. "Coming off of it is just as bad as going on it." Michael grinned. "Your little boy will jerk like that for awhile, then he'll stop and do it all over again. He'll do it over and over. If he makes it through all the jerking and the pain caused from it, he'll be ok. I have never known of anybody that survived it, though. They all just died."
"Son of a bitch," yelled John running back over to Sam.
"DEAN!!!!" yelled Sam. "Oh God! Please make it stop! IT HURTS!!!" He screamed in agony, as his whole body continued to jerk and flail.
"Hold on Sam, just hold on!" Just holding Sam's legs down wasn't working so John climbed up on top of Sam and laid his body on his son's to try to help the jerking. He was having a hard time staying on though. "Get his head Dean," he yelled. Dean looked toward Sam's head. Bryan still had a hold of it, but was clearly in pain as he tried to help. He was sweating from the pain and the effort.
"Bryan," said Dean and ran to Sam's head and grabbed it. "It's ok, I've got him Bryan, let go." Bryan yelled and fell to the floor, holding his side. They all heard Michael laugh.
"It's going to kill him John," he said. "You're son is going to die today," said Michael and laughed again.
"NO!" yelled John, holding Sam down.
"I don't know of anybody that's ever made it through it. All the muscles spasms and jerking, people have been known to have their neck's and back break from the trauma and the spasms. Some have even had heart attacks. They've all died," said Michael taunting them. "When my master get's through feeding, he just stops the drug. The trauma that the persons body goes through is what kills them. He's going to die Dean. You're little brother is going to die, and there's nothing you can do about it," said Michael, laughing again.
"Shut up," yelled Dean. "He will not die! Hang on Sam!" Michael continued to laugh as Sam began to slowly stop jerking. Finally it stopped completely and he laid still, exhausted, eyes closed. His body was soaking wet with sweat.
"Sam," said Dean checking a pulse. He got one and let out a breathe. John looked at his eldest son, worried. "He's breathing dad." said Dean. John climbed off of Sam. He and Dean helped Bryan up and back over to the cot and laid him down.
"It's not over with you know. It's going to happen again. He's been getting the drug pretty regular for awhile, so it's going to happen alot. No one's ever lived through it. It's a very painful death. When he jerks, it's so bad that bones have been known to snap in two.," said Michael.
Dean ran over to him. "Shut the hell up," he yelled. He hit him hard and then replaced the gag.
"NO!!!" yelled Sam as it started all over again. "Help me Dean! Dad, PLEASE!!!!" His body started to jerk, and it felt to Sam to be worse than the last time, if that were even possible.
"Oh God Sammy," said John as he climbed back on top of his son to try to help the jerking. Dean ran back to hold his head.
"Hang on Sam!" said Dean. "Hang on,ok?" Sam screamed in agony as it all started over. It happened numerous time's. After each episode, Dean felt for a pulse, as his dad held him down. His pulse was weaker each time, and Sam was exhausted. So far nothing had been broken, but none of them knew how it didn't happen. John and Dean hoped it was over. Bryan just stared in shock. He was to injured himself to help, so John and Dean stayed close to Sam's side just in case. They were both exhausted themselves, but didn't dare rest until Sam was through this. Then it happened.
"NO!" yelled Sam again, as it started over. "OH GOD NO!!!!" Sam's body began to jerk. John climbed on top. "SAMMY!" he said. Dean held his head. "Hold on Sam. You're going to be ok," but Sam gasped and stop breathing.
"Sam!" yelled Dean. He felt for a pulse and looked at his dad in fear. He's not breathing dad!" he yelled.
"NO SAMMY!" yelled John grabbing his son and shaking him. He stared at him in shock. Sam was gone. He was dead. "NO!!!!" yelled Dean and Bryan at the same time. John grabbed him and shook his son again, but it was no use. He was no longer with them.
Sam slowly opened his eyes and groaned. Where was he? He couldn't remember. The last thing he did remember was the jerking and muscle spasms. He heard his dad and his brother yelling for him and felt them as they held him down so he wouldn't hurt himself, but that was it. He didn't remember anything else.
He got to his feet and looked around. Was he dead? Why was it so dark? He was suprised that he could even move at all. He'd been drugged for so long, he wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to move again, but here he was, standing on his feet.
He held his hand in front of his face, but it was so dark he couldn't see it. It was pitch black and not only did he see the blackness everywhere, he could feel it inside. It was almost like it was alive. It was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
"Where the hell am I," he said aloud.
"Hello, Sam," said a voice. Sam froze. His blood curled and a chill went down his spine as he recognized who it was, but that was impossible. It couldn't be. He'd been destroyed 5 months ago in the cave. He couldn't be here, or was Sam there with him.
Slowly Sam turned and his head shot up as a light shown over his head, illuminating a small circle around him, in the darkness. He looked and fear gripped his heart as Alanya appeared before him.
"No," said Sam softly, backing up. His back hit something solid and he whirled around, but all he saw was the light he was encased in. He reached out to touch it and gasped as it burned his hand. The light was solid. A prison cell, holding Sam inside. He couldn't get out. He swallowed hard and turned back to face Alanya, who just grinned.
"I've updated little Sammy. It's no longer the bars, but a solid prison of light. It's electrically charged of course, so I wouldn't lean against it or anything if I were you. You might hurt yourself."
"What the hell do you want," asked Sam, more calmly than the felt.
"What have you been fighting this time Sam," asked Alanya. Sam knew from past experience to answer him when he asked a question or else.
"A soul collector," said Sam.
Alanya nodded. "He's my brother."
"What," asked Sam in shock.
"You think you're the only one that can have a family little Sammy," said Alanya, and Sam just stared.
"He's bringing me back," said Alanya enjoying the fear in the young hunters eyes. "He's preparing as we speak."
"How is that even possible," said Sam, the fear building. "We've already destroyed you."
Alanya was inside the light before Sam could react and grabbed him by the throat, choking him.
"You didn't destroy me Sam. You just sent me back. All that's needed is someone to summon me again."
"What do you want?" Sam choked out the words like a lifeline, gasping for breathe.
"What do I want?" asked Alanya, letting him go. He opened up a portal and Sam stared in shock. He saw himself lying on a bed. His father, Dean and Bryan all three yelling and shaking him to try to wake him up. They all looked so scared and heartbroken, and Sam knew it was because they thought he was dead.
"NO," said Sam.
"What do I want," repeated Alanya. "I want you to beg me for your life Sam.
"What?" asked Sam in fear.
"Beg me to let you live. You're dead you know. I want you to beg Sam. Beg for your life."
"Please," said Sam. "They think I'm dead."
"You are dead Sam," said Alanya. "You want to know what I want? I want you and your damn brother. I want Tony and Bryan, and your father." His eyes went cold and hard. "I want Jack!" He turned to Sam and grabbed him again. "Beg me Sam. Beg me to let you live!"
"This can't be happening!" said Sam. "It has to be a dream." He looked at Alanya who slapped him hard across the face, knocking him backwards into the wall of light, burning his already injured back. Sam winced and bit his lip to keep from crying out.
"It's no dream Sam," said Alanya. "It's as real as it gets. When I come back, you all better watch out. I won't be as easy to get rid of this time. When Sam looked up, Alanya was back outside the light again. "I'm going to leave you something to remember me by little Sammy," said Alanya raising his hands.
"NO!!" yelled Sam as all the visions and images that had attacked his mind 5 months ago came flooding back! It bombarded his brain and with the visions, came the pain again. He grabbed his head and screamed from the pain that was more vivid and real than it had ever been before.
"What do you think there, Sam," said Alanya.
"Go to hell!" yelled Sam as he cried out again.
"I'm already there," said Alanya and raised his hands making the visions and images faster and more painful. He fell to his knee's and cried out. "GOD!!!!" he said.
Alanya knealt down. "I'll be seeing you Sam. Hope your brother and your father can bring you back to life. Hope they can save you. If not, you'll be staying here with me. Won't that be fun? I'm coming back Sammy, better watch your back," said Alanya and disappeared. Sam fell down on his side and rolled into a ball, pressing his hands over his head and prayed that they would be able to bring him back.