The first thing Sam was aware of was just how much pain he was in, he could barely move his limbs, feeling as if they were being pressed down by weights. There was also a pressure on his chest that made it hard to breathe and whatever breaths he took were rasped and rough.
The second thing that he was aware of was the fact that he was moving up and down, almost regularly. It was strange enough to make a note of.
The third was similar to the second, he could take in his surroundings and every breath he took in was accented with sulfur and brimstone, and a very different smell that he breathed in greedily as best as he could.
Hellfire. Pure, destructive, annihilating hellfire. The smell of damnation, the smell of sin, the smell of the mere promise of years of pain.
The smell of home.
"You're finally awake." came a horribly familiar voice. He could remember peering out from behind the legs of whatever current vessel she was in, watching her perform magic, or just the simple observation of how she tortured certain souls.
"Meg." he managed to mumble, coughing hard when it irritated his throat. Meg wasn't her real name, of course but it was the name of her vessel and she had gotten attached.
"You and Dean disappear into the earth, no contact, nothing. Then all of a sudden you literally fall right into my lap with a Kurdish Knife lodged in your lung." Meg said, tugging at his hair. "What the hell were you doing?"
"Stuff." Sam got out, trying to force his eyes to open. They almost felt glued shut and he couldn't bring his hand up to rub at them.
"You really should be a bit more friendly with me Sammy, I just saved your life." Meg said, he could feel her hand on his chest. "So let's try again, what happened?"
Sam breathed out slowly, saved his life or not Meg wasn't exactly...the nicest demon. Her hand on his chest meant a lot of things right now. It meant that she saved him and therefore he was in her debt. It meant that without her and her help, he'd be dead.
It meant that if he didn't play nice and give her what she wanted she could easily press down right where her hand was and easily finish what the knife started.
"We ran into hunters." Sam finally said. "One of them had the knife. He aimed for Dean and I jumped in front of him."
"So Dean sent you home to get all better." Meg mused. "Why didn't he come with?"
"I didn't even know he was doing it." Sam said, trying to sit up but stopping when Meg pressed down on him to keep him in place. Whatever he was laying on was still moving. "What am I on?"
"Take a guess."
Moving his hand as best as he could, he could feel the singeing fur that burned against his skin slightly and then realized it wasn't a weight on top of him but a paw.
"Hellhound." Sam whispered, falling back onto it and smiling when he felt a nose press into the side of his face.
"Juliet herself, straight from Crowley's side to yours, not that he's happy about it." Meg confirmed. "She caught your scent and immediately came here to you."
"Good girl, I've missed you too." Sam whispered to her, a small laugh escaping him when he felt the tip of her tongue licks his nose.
A sharp pain got his attention again as Meg pressed down on the wound on his chest. "You're not done explaining what happened." she said in a sweet voice.
Sam breathed out and licked his lips. "We found out that in the group of hunters was one called Winchester." he finally confessed. "So Dean and I wanted to make a trap and have some fun. We pretended that I was someone that lost someone to the supernatural and got into his group. Things went...bad."
"Clearly, seeing as you got stabbed." Meg said, her touch lessening over his chest until it was just the tips of her fingers. "And Dean?"
The thought of where his brother was made the stab wound hurt a lot less in comparison to the pain erupting in his heart. "Still there, surrounded by hunters."
"Oh dear, what a predicament." he could almost hear a slight bit of smugness in her voice and if it wasn't for what she did for him, he would've broken her arm already. "Sounds like he's trapped, doubt they'll let him do another opening of the gate."
Her hand left his chest at that but he didn't relax, trying to gather the strength to get up. "I need to go help him." he pressed.
"You get up, all my hard work will be undone and you'll be dead." Meg told him, humming slightly. He could hear her scratching a rock against the hard ground. "And poor, poor Dean, all alone."
Sam gritted his teeth and tried to force himself up only to be shoved back down by Juliet's paw, pinning him down to her flask. Before he could say anything, Meg continued to speak.
"Why is his name so human, it would be much easier if it was like yours or mine." she complained, the scratching noise continuing against the ground. "But no, your mom had to go with Dean instead of, say, Dantalion, but it just makes the markings of his real name that much harder."
Realization of what she was doing, as well as the telltale sensation of magic pulsating and breaking through the walls of the realms, made him want to simultaneously hug her and almost tear up. There was a ripple between the worlds and this time Sam forced himself to sit up, forced his eyes to open, ignoring all the pain coursing through him.
Just in time to see his brother appear, answering the summoning that Meg had created to bring him back to hell as well.
"Sammy!" Dean all but exclaimed, throwing himself at his brother. Sam reached for him as well, clinging as hard as he could and ignoring the pain that shot through him.
He didn't care how much in debt they would be to Meg, they'd figure her out some other time.
For now, he had his brother back at his side.
He didn't need anything else.
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