The world has grown a little quieter the past five days, and it seemed they lost a little more color. Sam did not have energy and lay on his bed most of the day. He did not even try to get up and walk around, to have at least a little exercise. Since the first day, the devil on his shoulder had been more talkative than ever, not allowing Sam to have a single moment of peace.
"You know what you should do?" the devil said. "Decorate the room."
Sam rolled over. He did not directly look at the devil. Maybe looking at him would help a little. It did not.
"I mean, you've been here for what, three years now? And since you're not going home anytime soon, you might as well put up some paintings. Get a nice fruit basket over there, maybe some chains and skulls. You could also rip the door out, it will make you feel more at home, won't it, Sammy?"
Sam could feel the devil's eyes in his back. Even in this position, in which he could not see his devil, he was still a presence. He appeared in front of Sam, who closed his eyes so that he would not have to see his devil. He sighed.
"Y'know, these conversations would be so much better if you just talked as well. It's pretty boring otherwise."
Sam pressed his hands against his ears.
"Talk to me, Sam," the devil nagged. "You know you want to."
He did not want to. He did not want to do anything, not with the current stress and his devil adding fuel to the fire.
A noise came from the hallway, noise Sam did not pay any attention to. Then his door opened and he was not alone anymore, his visitors demanding his attention with their extra noise.
Three people entered his hospital. One of them was Meg, the nurse who was with the resistance, and she tried to stop the other two from entering. From these two, the male looked familiar. He had been one of the last people to bring him Dean's latest message. He still emitted the same energy, the only angel Dean may trust. The girl looked like the angel, but she was younger and determined. Sam looked at her and wondered whether she would become like the angel and develop angel powers.
"You cannot just enter this room," Meg said strictly. There was fury in her eyes, but Castiel and Claire were not intimidated.
"We need to talk to him," Castiel said.
"Oh, dear," the devil chimed in. He watched the scene with delight. "We've got company."
"This is a restricted area," Meg said. She was fierce and would never let anyone into the room who hadn't asked her permission beforehand. Resistance guidelines she had promoted to rules.
"Look." Castiel sighed. "We just want to ask him a question. We're not here to hurt him."
Sam believed it. If Dean trusted him enough to be the messenger, Sam would extend the same trust.
"Meg." She turned her head to him, everyone looked at him expectantly – even his devil stared in expectation.
Sam spoke in a calm and soft voice. "It's okay. They can stay."
"This is gonna be interesting," the devil said, smiling gleefully at the tension between Meg and the two visitors, and maybe at the possible reason why this fallen angel showed up at this moment.
Claire turned to Meg. "Can you leave? This is private."
"She can stay," Sam quickly said. "She's with us."
Claire glanced at Meg in disbelief. "Really?"
"Really," Meg said, a smug grin on her face. Claire rolled her eyes at it.
"So…" Sam then said. "What do you want to know?"
Claire looked at Castiel so that he could tell Sam about his plans.
"If you wish, you could help me take down the angels."
"That's very ambitious," the devil commented. He placed a finger on his chin and nodded thoughtfully. "Very life-threatening."
"We're going in through the front door," Castiel continued. "They will most likely notice us sooner or later. It's an all or nothing situation. If I'm not mistaken, you have a lot of power."
There it was. That was one of the reasons why Sam and Dean decided he would be better off in the hospital, away from those he could hurt, and from those who would want to use him for nefarious reasons. Though Castiel did not have such intentions.
Sam shook his head. However much he used to want to leave his room and see the outside world once again, not like this.
"It's too much," he said. "I killed my friends by accident."
"Now you get to kill your enemies," Claire said. Sam looked at her, disappointed.
"I came here so that I could control it." Bad things happened when he was not in control. Scenarios crossed his mind, of what would happen if he left the hospital and could keep his devil under control.
"Since we haven't heard of an incident in the hospital, you can keep it under control," Castiel assumed. Sam did not correct him. Under these circumstances, it was correct. Sam could not predict the same thing to happen under different circumstances.
"The angels have destroyed the bunker," Castiel continued in a calm voice. "They aren't expecting anyone to attack them now. It is our best chance to catch them off-guard and go the farthest. What do you say?"
"If you go, it'll lead to your death," the devil whispered in his ear.
Just this once, Sam agreed with the devil. If he joined Castiel and Claire, there was a big chance he would not be leaving. Even with the devil in control, there were too many angels that would gladly kill him.
"I'm in." What else could he do with his life? The resistance was gone, the angels seemed to have won. He did not know what happened to Dean, but five days after the act he still hadn't shown up or showed he was still alive. Sam may be all that's left, and he did not intend to wither away while the world grew darker every day. It was better to go out with a bang – and if the devil took over, so be it.
"Thank you," Castiel said. Both he and Claire were happy he hadn't turned them down.
"Are you serious?" Meg said indignantly. She couldn't believe the decision. "You need to think—"
"Meg," Sam interrupted her. "I know what I'm doing. I'm going."
Meg still did not like his decision. His devil, on the other hand, was delighted Sam finally was doing something that might end in a deadly and dire situation – something that could lead to his devil being able to control Sam's actions again.
"When do we start?" Sam asked.
"Tomorrow."
"And you just…"
"Walk through the front door," Castiel repeated, "And fight our way closer." Sam nodded.
"That sounds good," Sam said, "but I think there may be a better way to get deep into the headquarters."