Where the Gnostic Gospels Burned~
He's a danger, Mary. To himself and others, but I_I can save him.
Lady Bevelle seemed so certain.
Now, oh but now...Now with Sam standing on the road to the Men of Letters headquarters.
"M-Mom?" Sam's eyes were wide. Mary nodded.
"It's okay, Sam. They know. They know about everything. Everything from my deal to your curse. They can save you from your curse…"Mary smiled, trying to keep her cool. She wanted to believe that the blood test that showed the curse in Sam's blood was an indicator that she was doing the right thing.
"Mom, listen. I'm not...I'm not evil. I'm not cursed anymore." Sam was stammering.
"Don't worry, Mary. We're going to take good care of your son." Lady Bevelle nodded to her men. They cuffed Sam. Sam whose face was crumpling with sorrow. Mary had never seen that kind of sorrow on a human face. It was enough to make her believe that this curse was eviler than she could possibly imagine.
"Listen to me...They are not going to give me back. They are not going to fix me. Because if I'm still cursed, not even Heaven's trials worked to fix me…"Sam was talking fast, face draining all of its colors. Mary held her breath.
"Wait...Maybe this isn't good…" Mary bit her nails.
"It's too late now, dear. Don't listen to any of the half-blood's lies. He'll be better soon." The agents were talking excitedly, poking test needles in Sam, taking a saliva swab, poking him with prods as they cuffed him like a criminal.
"If you do this, there's no walking away...You-you, understand that right?" Sam's lips twitched.
"I know. But you'll be saved and then...That will fix everything, Sam." Mary forced a smile.
"You...You know that...You know that I am your son, right?" Sam bit his lip.
"Of course, what the hell kind of question is that?" Mary was actually getting angry with him now.
Why? He was cursed and these people could save him.
"I'm just checking." Sam let out a groan as they snapped a shock collar around his neck.
"Is that necessary?" Mary reached out a hand.
"It's for his protection." One of the guards said.
"Mary?" Sam's voice shook as he called his mother by her given name. Mary stared at her son in shock for the first time fully doubting what she had agreed to do.
"T-Tell Dean I love him?" Sam was on the verge of tears as a bag was pulled over his head.
"Wait, don't be rough on him?!" Mary shouted as Sam was carried away to an armored truck.
It drove away from the base in the cold morning.
Mary felt the wind knocked out of her when a text notification came. She looked down.
God forbid, but yes. It was a text from Dean.
Mom? Have you heard from Sam? I've been calling him all morning.