First off, if you havent fugured it out yet, Enver is Lucifer. So that leads me to a question. what kind of relationship should this be? it can be any kind until we get into season five canon events. so this can be a Sam/Lucifer, only for a while. or it can just be Sam being friends with him. i will let yall choose! i plan to have this story completed by season 15 finale!Disclaimer- i do not own supernatural
Chapter seven- Withdrawal
Sam awoke feeling rested. The dream he had felt so real. He could remember every detail. Enver had his attention… the creature intrigued him. The beautiful home, the pristine environment. Sam had never seen anything like it. Dean was wrapped around him, snoring much louder than normal. Sam squirmed, his bladder telling him to get up. Detangling from his brother's arms and legs, Sam did his morning routine before hearing his brother groaning. As soon as Sam stepped inside his room, it became obvious that Dean had a bad hangover. Dean mumbled a thank you when Sam brought over some water and aspirin. Sam sat next to his groaning brother and hoped for a lazy day… but it wasn't to be. Moments after both brothers relaxed back into bed, the door banged open. John rushed inside, making a racket.
"Daaaaaaad." Dean groaned.
"Get up! We've got a hunt. Let's go! Up!" John was calling in his booming voice. Sam winced, his sensitive ears aching. Dean was groaning but getting to his feet.
"Where we going, dad?" Sam asked.
"Bobby got a call from a Hunter. Hunters are popping up dead. Whatever it is, it's targeting us." John explained, shoving his sons clothes into duffle bags. So, within an hour, they were tearing up the road. Sam and Dean in the Impala and John and Bobby in the truck. Sam and Dean seemed to have come to a truce for now. That's how it works… leave emotions out of hunting. It'll get you killed. John made that rule, though he, himself, isn't very good at following it sometimes. The brothers were able to behave somewhat normally. Dean was tense, and wouldn't really meet Sam's eyes. And Sam was already itching for more blood and demon hearts. His cravings had increasingly gotten worse. Before Hell, Sam only craved it the day of the full moon. If he didn't get it during the full moon then he would have a problem. Blood wasn't really a necessity but he couldn't stop. But it was normal… right?
He dozed some of the trip, listening to Dean sing Bon Jovi. He visited Enver in his dreams again. The creature had been in the skin of Caleb. He had been lounging in the tall chair, reading when Sam appeared again. Enver really did seem to enjoy the company. They talked some but then spent the rest of the time reading. Enver didn't have any books as it turned out. Each of the books were ones that Sam had read in his life. Even the insignificant ones from when he was a baby. Sam jolted awake, feeling like he had just fallen asleep, but the sky was darkening.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty." Dean called out next to him. "You want to drive?"
Sam forced his hands, huffing in annoyance. His hands were already beginning to tremble. "Sure."
After a quick stop, they switched places. Sam drove a little slower than Dean and cranked the A/C on. His clothes stuck to his body. His whole body wet with sweat. He managed to ignore this, till he almost wrecked the car. Slamming on the brakes, he could hear his brother screaming and John's truck brakes screeching. Something had been in the street, he knew it.
"Sam!" Dean was shouting at him. John's truck was behind them, blaring it's horn, right on their bumper. Sam's hands trembled, his eyes wide. There had been… something… he just knew it. He swallowed and jumped when Dean grabbed his face. Dean was speaking but it was muffled. Everything was too hot, his body trembled. Dean reached over him, hitting the hazard lights and emergency break. John and Bobby were on either side of the car, peering in. Sam could see them shouting at him. Dean slapped him and Sam screamed, his eyes lighting up as a female figure flickered into existence behind John. Sam was ashamed to say he blacked out…