The ground was hot, really hot, on his feet but Sam ignored it. It wasn't hurting him so it wasn't important, all that was important was one of his hands were in Deans hand and the other was holding onto the hellhound Juliet's fur tightly. The hellhound wasn't theirs, she belonged to another demon, but she enjoyed their company and would come back to them more often than the other hellhounds would.
She was kneeling in front of them, smiling and running her fingers through their hair.
"I'll be back soon." she promised them, black eyes almost glittering in delight and happiness as she stared at them. "And after that I promise, you two can come with me the next time."
Sam tightened his grip on the hellhounds fur, if it hurt she made no notice of it, pressing into his touch a bit more regardless. "Really?" he asked eagerly, eyes wide.
"Really." she promised them, smiling. When she blinked the black faded to her own green eyes that were just like Deans. "Now remember the rules?"
"Stay away from other demons." Dean recited, nodding as he rubbed his thumb against Sammy's hand. "No going into the pit without Azazel or Alistair with us."
"Try not to leave our area." Sam chimed in. "Make sure Juliet stays with us all the time."
"Wait for you to come back." the both of them said in unison.
"Exactly." she said in almost delight. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the both of their foreheads. "Now I'll be back as soon as I can. I love you both so much."
The both of them moved forward and hugged her tightly, which she returned. "We love you mama." they told her, holding onto her.
She lingered for a few more moments before she stepped back, standing and straightened up, going towards one of the few openings that was available in hell.
Sam and Dean watched her leave, holding onto one another tightly. Their grips tightened when a bright light appeared for a moment and she was out of hell.
"I hope mama comes home soon." Sam said, turning to look at his brother.
Sam opened his eyes, feeling the fabric on the pillow was wet underneath his head. He groaned and turned onto this back, hand coming up to cover his eyes. Maybe it was his imagination or remembrance of his dream but he thought for a moment that he could smell sulfur.
The window opened on its own, letting fresh air blow into the room, getting rid of the scents.
He hadn't been trying to fall asleep, he had actually been on his phone playing a game of Tetris to pass the time before he had apparently fallen asleep.
So they had limits on how long they could go without sleep, that was something new and something he should text Dean about.
They didn't really know their limitations and what they could and couldn't do, it wasn't like there was a lot of things like them, half demon and half human. They were going each day trying to figure out what would and wouldn't kill them, making it rather like Russian roulette but Sam had always liked their odds.
Sighing Sam sat up, rubbing at his eyes as he couldn't help but think back to his dream, or rather a memory. Neither Dean nor him had really talked about it, they were connected in so many ways that there was no reason to really say anything out loud, but he remembered their time in hell fondly. Just the three of them, the occasional visit from their so called grandfather and other demons.
He knew that they'd rather slowly and carefully carve his tongue and lungs out before they admitted to it but both Azazel and later Alistair had soft spots for them and later on they had taken good care of them despite everything.
In a sense they were family but it didn't mean that they trusted them any farther than they could bury their knives into the demons.
He knew that there was one person in existence that he could trust unwavering and that was Dean, no one else mattered.
Other than her of course.
Shaking his head Sam got out of bed, going to the window and peering out. Ellen was outside and seemed to be arguing with someone that was still sitting in the car. She was gesturing wildly and even from his distance he could see how exasperated she was.
The car door opened and out came a teenage girl, just as angry and just as stubborn. Joanne Harvelle, daughter of Ellen and Bill.
Sam smiled at the sight, moving away to go to the bathroom. Everything was slowly falling into place.
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