Spinning sweetly in the music box~
Sam heard the carousel surround him, the porcelain horses trampled him. He closed his eyes, but the hallucinations did not go away. They were there, the horses. Upon them devil clowns rode on, clicking their teeth and jeering at him. They swung mallets into him and over his head, nearly knocking the teeth from his body.
In the center of the horses stood Lucifer, burning like a thousand lights. His true face was painted far more ugly than it usually was with clown makeup.
Sam was going mad. Well and truly mad with fear. Fear that rolled to his conscious and receded deep into his mind like the waves of a black ocean.
Sam landed on his knees outside the carousel stomach spinning with the horror of what he had seen. Hallucinations made his head swim with dizziness as if this carousel was real.
"Give up to us, Sam! Surrender, and drink!" Lucifer stood in the center of the carousel now having donned one of the Mad Hatter's towering top hats of crushed purple velvet. He had teacups in either hand. They splashed and sloshed demon blood. The clowns drank from these cups with him. Their heads spun furiously.
Sam let out a whimper. The call of the blood was more tempting than even his fear was strong.
But then, Sam's eyes floated up. He had heard a voice. A cry of pain.
It was Sam himself standing in front of him, tears of demon blood running down his face.
"You are better than this...Better than I was…"It was a much younger version of Sam. The Sam that had gone to war with Lilith. Sam choked back a sob looking at that forsaken young man. But Hallucination Sam shook his head.
"Think of Dean, Sam…" He held his chin higher as the blood ran down his face.
All the cry of clowns hopped up on demon blood and of demons escalated. Sam covered his eyes with his palms and screamed, still able to see all of it even when his vision was blocked.
Think of Dean, Sam…Sam's own voice guided him through the whirl of that carousel, through the spinning sickly sweet music of this Lucifer's cage which had been repaved with his bones before and made into a porcelain music box by Lucifer's creativity.
Think of Dean, Sam….
"Dee…"Sam whispered, the taste of demon blood so strong his lungs felt like they would collapse with the struggle to breathe around it and resist it.
But then, into Sam's eyes, against all odds flashed the memory of green eyes.
Sammy, do not blaspheme in my taco church. This is the best taco stand we've been to for 600 miles…
Sam smiled as the memories of Dean chowing down on a ridiculous taco took over. His mind flickered the hallucination fighting Bevell's control.
"We are losing him! Rationale is taking him back. Increase the volume of demon blood." Bevell gasped.
"I thought we were trying to cure him?" Someone sounded scared.
"We only told the Mum that so she would follow this plan. A mother, even a treacherous one would never give her child up to a plan like this just because she was fond of our methods. We had to make her believe he was broken and that we could fix him. The truth is that he is extremely resilient and cannot be fixed. Now then, shall we break him?" With a sick sing-song to her voice, Lady Bevell moved underneath the apparatus. She hauled Sam down from the ceiling and slapped his face to bring him to.
"You really won't let go of your mind easily, will you, Sam? Testing the limits of your curse will be devilishly helpful in understanding the demon psychology and what creates psychics….I am proud of how hardy you are as a lab rat…"Bevell smiled. Sam barely saw her face though and could hardly recognize her as a human. Because in the eye of his liquid mind, he saw Dean. Dean and only Dean.
Sammy, seriously? I think this taco has got even me beat. You want the rest of it?
"Dee…"Sam giggled remembering his brother's appetite even as the rage of the British Men of Letters fed his hunger and thirst for demonic blood.
