A/N's: Thank you guys so much for the reviews!! I appreciate them very much. Not to mention they encourage me a lot. I hope you guys love this chapter. I thinkI'm gonna start posting on Sunday's from now on. Updates will hopefully be a new chapter every week, but if notI'm sorry. I'm a junior in high school so I'm usually pretty busy! But Iwill try very hard to stick with the schedule.
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Bobby stands up from his chair, and heads to his office, "I need to get back to work." Sam watches as Dean follows Bobby's lead and mumbles something about going on a supply run. Sam chuckles, of course they would find something to do other than think about what he just told them. Although he knew they probably would've reacted differently if he had told them about the friends he made down below. Sam stands from his chair and walks outside for some fresh air.
Walking down the steps of Bobby's porch, he runs his fingers through his hair. He had a lot to figure out. How was he gonna explain to Dean why he had to find a way to go back down? How was he gonna break it to Dean and Bobby that he had to make allies down below. That they were actually sorta like a twisted family. He was barely holding it together as it was. The lock box in his head wasn't going to hold his memories from there forever. The lock was steadily melting away with hell fire.
Sam kicks the little rocks of rubble down the drive as he walks around Bobby's scrap yard. He enjoys the memories from when he was kid and would play hide and seek with Dean. He wishes that he still had that innocence. It's not long before Sam realizes that he's being followed. Faking obliviousness he takes a turn to the right and dives behind one of the many junkers that scatter Bobby's scrap yard. He tries his best to catch his breath and reaches for the blade in the small of his back. Gripping the engraved blade tighter as the footsteps come closer.
He steps out behind the intruder and pins them up against the blue sadan that had seen better days. "Sam, it was so much easier to sneak up on you in hell." Val pouted from her pinned position. "It's louder in hell." Sam smirked and pulled away, putting his knife back in his jeans. "What the hell are you doing here?" Sam asked, pulling her into a hug. "I heard you got out and wanted to see for myself. Plus, I missed Imp." She said, her lips curling into a smile. "Yeah, yeah. But why are you really here." Sam said, it wasn't a question and Val knew that.
"Everyone knows Sam. If there were newspapers in hell you would be on the front page." Val said, her smile disappearing as the subject became serious. "He's coming isn't he." Sam said, dreading the answer he knew he was going to get. She nodded in answer. "Great." Sam said, cursing under his breath. "Have you heard anything from the cage?" Sam asked, as they began to walk together. "Not a peep, if the devil's mad then he's giving everyone silent treatment."
Sam winced, knowing that when the devil was quiet it was really bad. "What about everyone else?" Sam asked, changing the subject. "They're still grouped together, hiding out. Without you down there to protect them they're vulnerable." Val said, kicking the rocks at their feet. Sam smiled despite himself, Val only showed this side of herself around him. He liked her because she still knew humanity. She was a fresh demon after all. Are you going to tell Dean about your powers?"
Sam sighed, I don't know how to explain it to him. He'll think it's because I'm drinking again. He won't understand that after being down there for so long it just got stronger without having to drink." Sam said, shrugging his shoulders. He didn't think he would ever be able to tell him. It was too complicated. If he was there when it happened, he would know, but he wasn't. Sam wasn't blind, he knew being in hell for so long would change him. He just didn't know how bad the changes would be.
Hell, he was still getting used to the changes. Some changes were bad, some changes were good. "You should go, I hear Bobby coming. I doubt you'll help the story I told them." Sam said, and with a nod she was gone.
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Bobby sighed as he stared blankly at another page of lore. This was useless, he wasn't gonna be able to focus with all the crap going on around him. He couldn't ignore the situation they were in. Sam was back and he was changed, Bobby just didn't know how far the change went. It sure would help to have an angel down here right now. Bobby cursed and got up from his chair. Shutting the book he wasn't even reading he walked towards the door and down the steps of his porch. He had a boy to talk to.
Bobby's footsteps crunched along the gravel walkway through his scrap yard. Where was he at? He had heard him walk out of the house, after Dean had left. Turning the corner he spotted Sam leaning against an old junker and looking up at the sky. If he hadn't known about what had happened he would've thought that he looked peaceful. But Bobby knew with certainty that Sam wasn't even close to peaceful right now. Bobby walked up beside Sam and leaned his own weight against the junker, following Sam's gaze and looking into the sky.
It wasn't too much of a sunny day the clouds were spread across the sky, a light tinge of gray. It would probably storm before night fell. They both stood in silence for a while, just enjoying the oher's company. "I've missed this." Sam said blankly, like his mind was really on something else. "Me too." Bobby said, not taking his eyes off the sky. He could tell Sam was dreading the thing he was about to say because his body language was no longer relaxed, but stiff and on alert.
"What's on your mind, son." Bobby asked, hoping Sam would talk to him. He didn't need all this weight on his shoulders. Bobby would be more than happy to share the load. Dean was more than likely thinking the same thing. Sam took a deep breath and let it out, "I thought you were dead… the whole time I was… down there." Bobby opened his mouth to interrupt but Sam kept going. "I thought you were gone, and it was all my fault. I should've taken control… I should've..."
"Don't you start with that guilt crap Sam. You had nothing to do with it. It was all Lucifer." Bobby pauses to look at Sam. The man is hunched over and looking at the ground. No doubt making himself smaller. "And you did take control, boy. And you lived with the consequences for 120 years. Now your back, so let us help you get through," Bobby motions with his hand at Sam, "Whatever this is." Bobby sighes and shuffles his feet, "What can we do Sam?"
Sam pushes himself off the car and throws his arms out, "I don't know Bobby. Hell, I don't even know what I'm doing. One moment I'm perfectly fine, enjoying being back on solid ground, and then…" He trails off, making Bobby wince. "And then I'm back… there, reliving the same shit." Sam stops abruptly and turns away from Bobby. "Adam… is still down there. I promised… I promised that I would get him out." Sam's voice is heavy with emotions.
His hands are shaking and his body trembling with the effort, of no doubt trying to keep himself upright. Bobby steps forward and puts a hand on his shoulder, "Come on, let's get you back in the house." Sam nods, having no strength to argue. He's dragging his feet by the time he walks into the room him and Dean share. "Get some rest, I'll wake you for supper." Bobby says, turning on his heel and heading down the stairs. He reaches the bottom and heads to his stash. Taking his cap off, he scratches his hair. He hadn't even thought of the possibility that Adam could have been stuck in the cage with Sam.
That would've been two punching bags for two very angry arch angels. Bobby pours a wealthy glass of bourbon when he realizes why the devil might have let him out of the cage. He would have to live with the fact that he could never get Adam back. The boy was no doubt already suffocating with that revelation.
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Sam holds him tighter, as the laughter gets closer and closer. It's dark outside, and they are huddled together to try and keep out the cold. Sam knows what's going to happen. This wouldn't be the first time in a decade of torture. Adam is shaking against him, he knows what's about to happen too. They've all done this already. Sam can't help but flinch at the sounds of hell hounds. "It's okay, I got you." Sam says in Adam's ear. They both know it's not true, but it never stops Sam from saying it.
And maybe it does comfort Adam to know that his big brother is right there, but he knows they'll both be gone soon anyway. They'll be remade for a new kind of torture, a new kind of hell. Sam's body is shaking now, but he keeps whispering words into Adam's ear as the hounds get closer and closer. Sam doesn't move from Adam when he feels the breath of the hounds on his neck. He moves to cover Adam when the hounds start to dig into his flesh. He shoves his scream down his throat because he knows, after countless times, that it won't help.
He's not cold anymore as his warm blood covers what's left of his battered body. Everything goes dark when he feels a mouth full of teeth clamp around his neck, only to wake up just as fast on the rack. He closes his eyes against the person he knows is coming. He can't help but scream when nails are driven into his shoulders. His eyes shoot open to the face of the person he loves most. Dean is staring back at him with black eyes and a smile that reaches his ears. "Heya, Sammy."
Sam jerks up in bed. His body drenched in sweat and the sheets wrapped all sorts of ways around his legs. He jumps back as a figure rushes up to him. He lashes out at the person when he sees who it is. Knocking him across the jaw he pushes them out of the way and bolts. He doesn't hear the frantic voices calling his name as he takes the stairs three at a time and bursts out the door. Everything is numb as he runs. He pushes himself farther and farther towards freedom.
He doesn't recognize where he is or who is following him. He hears the rumble of an engine behind him and pushes himself even farther. His breaths are coming in rasps. Even more sweat is drenching his body. Headlights flood his vision only to disappear as someone or maybe something tackles him to the ground. His breath is knocked out of him, but he can't die like this. He'll be remade again, and he's finally escaped. "Sam! Snap out of it!" A voice screams. He knows that voice from somewhere. But who does it belong to? A blurry face comes into view above him and pulls him into a sitting position.
"Val?" His voice is ruff and scratchy from screaming. Val smiles and then brings her fist back. Sam blacks out once again as her fist comes in contact with his face.
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Until next time
