Samantha: -looking sheepish- ok, I know I haven't updated in awhile...
Deana: And I haven't been on her back about it cuz I've had better things to do…
Samantha: and it's not like any of you have been reviewing…
Deana: Not reviewing? Some people don't get any reviews!
Samantha: exactly, so review them and review me and review yourself and everyone will be happy
CHAPTER SIX
The first thing to register in Sam's mind was the fact that his shirt was sticky, the grey material tacked to his side by his own drying blood. He could smell the coppery substance before his brain was even functioning properly.
"That can't be good." he thought vaguely, staggering to his feet. His mind felt like it was full of pink cotton wool and he was unsure what to do now he had conquered the challenge of reaching his full height. He looked around for a new goal to achieve. His eyes slowly adjusting to the ever dimming light.
He regretted the swift head movement, or rather attempt at swift head movement as he stumbled back, falling against the carved stone table, which, until now, had held his entire weight flat upon its sticky blood stained surface. Sam bent down and ran his slightly shaking fingers along the cold stone surface bringing them close to his eyes he realised what the substance was. He didn't scream or jerk the fingers away; in fact there was no movement from his still body for quite some time bar a barely perceived increase in the shaking. Then his head turned as voices approached the stone room where he stood. He wiped his finger along his shirt, figuring it was so drenched in blood that it would make no difference in the state of the garment. He looked around, more cautiously this time, wary of his throbbing head, for a place to hide from whoever was approaching.
It wasn't likely to be someone wanting to help him and if it was he could easily come out once he had ascertained that they posed no threat, he grimaced as his side protested his movement behind the table, make that further threat, to his wellbeing.
He crouched carefully in the dark corner of the cave behind the blood covered stone table, unable to make his way any further from the lighted entrance in the time available to him at the speed he could reach without causing himself further injury. More voices reached him from outside, clearer though they were still murmuring as if to avoid disturbing some one.
"And you will be nice to him Mother, Father, he's a very sweet young gentleman, and when I'm done with him, if you're very good, you can have him to play with."
Sam knew, with a convulsive shiver up his spine, that they were talking about him. Shrinking further back into his corner he prayed they would not come in. The light turned into the room. You'd think god would like him, after all the demons he'd helped banish. Guess not.
Sam jumped as a hideously disfigured face leered down at him out of the darkness; the decaying mouth moved in soundless pleasure as it reached in one skeletal hand and grabbed him by the back of his blood soaked shirt, ripping it from its congealed moorings at his side.
The figure held him at arms length as if to avoid catching some horrible disease. Sam opened his mouth to make some Dean-style smart remark but the look in the hollow eyes of the figure suggested that this would not be well received.
"Sam," the look in the young girl's eyes was hurt and shocked, underlaid with malice "you wouldn't be going anywhere...would you?"
Sam glared at her and managed to spit some blood in her general direction but keeping his head up and his eyes open was becoming harder and harder.
"Samuel, that's not very polite!" The girl
re-iterated, her voice changing, becoming more melodic and her body
extending, becoming more willowy.
Her black robe extended with her
body, becoming a lovely black evening dress and cape.
"Mother, Father, I'd like you to meet Sam, he's a very sweet young man, he's just behaving badly at the moment. He is also the son and bait for a man you might remember quite well, a certain John Winchester." At this statement the figure holding Sam and a skeletal, rotting woman standing behind the newly formed young woman began to wave their arms around violently, dropping him.
The last thing Sam heard as he sank into unconsciousness was the girl's voice shouting in some indistinguishable language. His last thought was that he really hoped Dean would come and get him soon. Really soon.
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Samantha: So it's short…
Deana: Hey guys, please review for Sammy we all know u want to.
Samantha: -smiles and hugs Deana- please guys? I want to know what you think I could improve or just what you think of my story
Deana: That and if you don't she's gonna complain to me…
Samantha: lots and lots, then Dean might just go crazy and not be able to finish her stories...
Deana: Oh dear…quick review!
