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Chapter 9

Sam found himself on the floor of the cell coughing up bile and undigested food. He stumbled to his feet and to the commode where he threw up, trying to relieve the intense pain in his gut. He could tell the demon had made him eat when he possessed him but there was something else too. Once he stopped dry heaving, Sam rinsed his mouth and sat back, leaning against the wall trying to make sense of all that was happening to him. He couldn't concentrate on what he knew since his head was pounding so hard, he thought it might explode. His chest hurt with each breath and his stomach was still unsettled and cramping. He wiped his wet face of the tears that were streaming from his eyes.

Not able to stand, Sam stayed where he was and let his body slip to the side until his face was pressed against the cold concrete floor. The coldness of it seemed to help ease some of his discomfort and he closed his red rimmed eyes before throwing an arm over his face to block out the bright lights from overhead. His breathing was coming in short gasps that he worked on calming it, along with his racing heart.

He stayed there after the lights were turned off, not caring how uncomfortable it was. He fell into a fitful sleep and he moaned softly as his mind whirled out of control. Sam's dreams were filled with kidnapping and his body being possessed by a demon over and over. He cried out when the demon possessed him and went to Dean pretending to be him and killed him. He could see his brother's blood coating his hands as the demon laughed and told him how pathetic he was. The demon had let Sam watch what he did to Dean, using his own hands to kill him.

Sam's eyes snapped open after the last horrid dream and he pushed himself up from the floor to a sitting position to look around as everything came back to him. He had a fight with his father, leaving for Stanford, the kidnapping, and demon possessions. The lights were still out, and Sam managed to get to his wobbly legs and ran some water to splash on his face and washed his beard that had grown out, before sipping some water from his hand. He rinsed his mouth and used a wet paper towel to wipe over his nasty feeling teeth hoping to somewhat clean them. After drying his hands, he stumbled to the cot and stretched out on it knowing he wouldn't be sleeping any more tonight, at least he thought it was night.

He didn't know how long he lay there staring up at the ceiling a vacant look on his face. He tried to piece together what they wanted from him and what they hoped to accomplish doing this to him. He had an inkling of what the demon was doing when he possessed him now. He was making him drink demon blood because they knew he would never do it on his own. He had caught snatches of conversations between the demons and learned that much but nothing else. He didn't know what that was supposed to do to him or why they just didn't let a demon possess him all the time. Nothing made sense and he was starting to feel the effects on his mind. It was growing slow and difficult to concentrate and to reason things anymore. He fought to keep control and not let himself slide into a bout of depression and hopelessness. He still had to hang on to that thin thread that he could get out of the situation. If he didn't, he might as well kill himself now or retreat so deep into his mind that even the demons couldn't find him.

His stomach rolled just thinking about the blood he had been forced to drink and he bit back the bile that burned the back of his throat. Sam sat up and swallowed hard, forcing it back down when the lights suddenly came back on, blinding him. It wasn't long before the demon that delivered the trays of food opened the door and sat the tray inside the room. He didn't look at Sam as he stepped back out and closed the door behind him.

Sam's eyes followed the demon but didn't say anything to him anymore and waited until he was gone before slowly getting up to get the tray. He didn't want to eat, but also didn't want a replay of what happened previously. He looked down to see what he had, and his eyes widened in shock when he saw a travel toothbrush and toothpaste. He cupped them in his hands like they were made of gold and hurried to the sink. His hands were shaking as he fumbled to get the cap off the paste and smeared it on the brush. He sighed with pleasure as he spent ten minutes brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth. Even with no paste on the brush he brushed them several more times. That one action made him feel human again. With that done, he went back to eat what was brought to him.

He tasted nothing as he ate the food and drank some water to wash it down. Sam wondered how long it would be before they came for him again. He was starting to feel weird in some way but didn't understand what was happening. Something was happening to him. It was like there was something inside of him that wanted to be released, to be free. Sam didn't think the demons were going to be very helpful and tell him anything and all he could really do was wait.

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It had been a long time and Sam thought maybe he was going to get a break, but the door opened, and the two demons stepped into the room. He didn't waste his energy fighting them as they pulled him to his feet and led him back to the room where Gerald waited on them. He was facing away from them for a moment before turning to look at Sam.

"Just give me the damn cup," Sam spat in a dull tone before Gerald could smoke out to possess him.

"Boss's orders, can't have you wasting the juice, now can I?" Gerald said. He left his meatsuit and invaded Sam's body once again. After locking Sam away and settling into his body, Gerald stretched and walked around. "I think I'm going to have to upgrade my meatsuit. I'm liking this one. Too bad the Boss has other plans for him." He walked over to the table and picked up one of the cups of blood. They were increasing the amount of blood given to Sam like Azazel ordered wanting to jump start Sam's powers.

Sam lost consciousness when Gerald left him, and he collapsed to the floor in his cell. A crack started to form in the recesses of his mind that grew as what Azazel wanted began to happen. Unknown powers seeped from the cracks and ran throughout his body, jolting him with energy. Sam's mind was on overload as images swam through it so fast, he couldn't lock onto any one thing until a familiar face caught his mind's eye. It was one that he had known his whole life and he focused on bringing it to the forefront.

Dean was creeping through a dark forest with his gun in his hand. He kept in the shadows, moving steadily forward, his eyes slowly sweeping the surroundings ahead of him. His hunter instincts were telling him his prey was close and he needed to be careful. Before he could react, a dark shape barreled into him, sending them both to the ground. Dean lost his grip on his gun as he hit the ground hard, knocking the air from his lungs. He quickly recovered and began to fight with the monster that had him pinned. It happened in an instance, the werewolf clamped onto his shoulder and bit him, before slashing out with his claws ripping through his chest wanting his heart.

Sam sat up with a cry of despair as his vision began to fade. He saw Dean laying still on the ground as the life drained from his body and his eyes glazed over. It had been so vivid and so real that Sam didn't know what to think. He couldn't understand why he would dream something like that and thought it might be the stress and strain he was under. He knew Dean was a great hunter and had to believe this couldn't happen. John wouldn't let him go hunting alone after a werewolf, at least he hoped that was the case. He rubbed his burning eyes with two fingers, letting the tears creep out around them.

His breathing was coming out in fast, hard pants as he worked on gaining control of his body. His mind seemed more alert than it had been in a long time and there was something else there now. Sam closed his eyes and looked in on himself trying to find what had changed. There was an energy source throbbing and growing that was totally at his command. So, this is what the yellow eyed demon meant by the gift he had given him with his blood. He had made him a freak, a monster, someone that most would fear now. His mind filled with unanswered questions that he wasn't sure if he wanted the answers to. He was changing and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Sam worked on understanding what was happening to him and didn't fight it. They wanted him to break, but that was something he would not do. No, he was going to get free of this place. For now, he would bide his time until they came for him again and he would be ready. He would take back what they took from him and make them pay. He would get his revenge on all of them, especially Azazel, there was no turning back now, the door had been opened and it couldn't be closed. Sam was going to take this power and use it to make his escape, he just needed to learn how to flex it and control it for his benefit, not for the likes of the demons. He marveled at the power as it continued to escape from the barrier that had held it back for all those years. He would master it and he would demand his revenge.

Hell was going to have hell rained down on it.

A/N: The demons are going to find they are getting more than they bargained for now that the powers were free in Sam. He is going to have a hard road ahead that he will have to face alone. Thank you for joining me on the journey. I do like to know your thoughts. Please review. NC