The horse leech and her daughters

Sam woke up hanging by his hands suspended and dangling his toes over open empty. His shirt and shoes had been removed. His jeans were splashed with blood. The blood of demons and the blood of bulls.

How his hair hung in his face, clung to his skin. How he loathed that smell that meant a former addiction, an Odyssey into Hell with Lucifer and all the falling stars.

"Do you know why you're here, Sam?" Lady Bevelle's voice speaking from the floor. Sam was suspended from an echoing ceiling painted like the Sistine Chapel but with the faces become sinister.

"I'm here because you walked onto turf that you don't have a prayer of understanding…"Sam's voice was a croak in his own ears, the chorus of frogs. The woman mocked him. He heard her voice. Yet, it was not Lady Bevelle he saw below him. It was Ruby in her first form, the long golden hair swept back.

"No, Sam...You're here because you are too stupid and weak to take your powers back!" Ruby_ eyes flashing all manners of darkness.

Shut up...Sam could barely think it. Could barely talk in his head. She was the last person he wanted on his mind, tormentor_deceiver.

"Admit to it, Sam...In the end, they all betray you. Tell you lies they think can save you...It's time you suck it up and become who you really are…"Her voice was an echo in Sam's head.

I've brought you here to the wonder of this place to offer you a better way. A benediction, Sam...Something that those foolish hunters of America could not possibly….Lady Bevelle's voice just drolled on. Sam saw her no more. No, he saw Lucifer instead. Lucifer in his head. Lucifer drenched in the blood of all his demons, every little creature he had made bathing him, worshiping him with their torment.

"It's time, Sam! Time! Become the thing you hate!"

Sam closed his eyes.

"None of this is real!" He whispered, forced a smile.

"Your mother betrayed you." The voice. Whose voice was that? Sam turned to it. It was a twisted snarl…

"Meg…"Sam's nose began to bleed. Meg stood there head listing to the side. It was Meg in the first form Sam had seen her in. The body of young and tragic Meg Masters.

"You worshiped her, didn't you? Poor Sam...You worship the ground she walked on and she...She betrayed you. Wanted to fix you. Wanted to fix what was not altogether broken…"Meg stood back cold, eyes downcast as the British bathed Sam in gallons upon gallons of blood to test his curse.

"The horse leech has her daughters Sam...Crying "give give"..."Meg smirked quoting the Bible. Ruby spun around Sam a cloud of black smoke.

"Why are you listening to them? All of them are just full of it, Sam. I can make you stronger, faster, better than them...I can make you worth it, able to get revenge on it…" Ruby's voice hummed like the thousands of bees Lady Bevelle unleashed on the ceiling.

"Sammy."

It was the loudest thought Sam had all day. He looked up through the veil of demon smoke and the ache of a former addiction's call. He saw Dean. Granted it was a hallucination of Dean, but it was Dean looking exactly the same as he did when he was 26-years-old.

He leaned against the church wall doe-eyed, hair tousled by his punk-driven sense of 2005 style. The over-sized leather jacket poured around his thin body. A smug little smirk dressed his features.

"How...How…?" Sam wondered still how Dean had come through...And then the answer came.

Because I needed him to.

"Keep your eyes on me, kiddo. Okay? Keep your eyes on me. I'm not gonna let them take you again…"Dean's voice placid, patient, guiding Sam into the madness of Lady Bevelle liquifying his mind with potions and spells.