Chapter: 10
Sam couldn't remember the last time he had felt the warmth of the sun on his skin, or inhaled fresh air. Here the air always smelled of sulfur, and the only light he had was a bright lamp that constantly hung above him, making him sweat and feel like he was being blinded. His surroundings were all wood paneling, and the hay that was littered everywhere gave away he was in an abandoned barn somewhere. Everything ached. His arms throbbed from the tight bindings around them and blood flowed out of them constantly, staining his skin. The demon, Azazel that had captured him knew that if he cut just the right places, Sam could stay alive for months. So far he had been correct. Dragging the blade across Sam's skin had caused a lot of pain, which the demon enjoyed yet also kept him alive to keep the fun going. Other than that Sam's shirt had numerous singe marks in it from where the demon had gotten bored and decided to brand Sam's chest with a hot poker.
"That brother of yours really isn't as smart as everyone says is he?" he heard a mocking light voice say from the corner.
"He's smart enough to kill you" Sam said angrily.
"Apparently not, what it's been over a month and he still hasn't found you?" Azazel laughed.
"Why do you want him so bad?" Sam demanded, "You've got me so just kill me and be done with it."
"Oh where's the fun in that Sammy?" Azazel chuckled.
"Tell me why you want Dean" Sam spat.
"Those two demon's he killed trying to save that pathetic father of yours, those were my kids" he began.
"You've gotta be kidding me" Sam said in disbelief as he shook his head.
"What?" is it so hard to believe that something like me can have a family Sam?" he questioned.
"Yeah it is actually" Sam replied matter of factly. Azazel dragged the blade across Sam's arm and he winced in pain and clenched his teeth as he tried to keep Azazel from gaining any enjoyment.
"Alright, enough of this" Azazel chuckled, "I've given your lousy brother plenty of time to find you, now for the fun part." Sam grew fearful at the words and he watched as Azazel cut his wrist and pushed it to Sam's mouth. Sam gagged on the vile liquid and wrenched his head away as he choked and tried to spit it out. Azazel covered his mouth, forcing Sam to swallow. When he pulled his hand away Sam was seething.
"What the hell was that!" he shouted.
"Just a little demon blood Sam, no big deal" Azazel laughed, "I'm helping you be who you are meant to be, you should be thanking me. I mean after all, it all started when you were just a baby."
"You were there that night?" Sam realized, "You fed me demon blood."
"That was just a sample, now we get on to the good stuff" Azazel chuckled.
"Mom died because of me" he said after a moment.
"She was in the way Sammy what could I say?" Azazel mocked as shrugged. "Now open up." Sam tried his hardest to keep his mouth closed but when Azazel grabbed the hot poker and pressed it into one of Sam's wounds he shouted in pain and Azazel put his wrist to Sam's mouth again. Sam bit down hard and Azazel yanked his hand back. He back handed Sam across the cheek and laughed deeply.
"Fine Sammy, looks like we have to do this the hard way" Azazel explained. Azazel grabbed the knife and held it to Sam's throat. "I didn't want to have to threaten you but it looks like that's what it's come to. You swallow willingly or I slit your throat sound fair?"
"That's fine" Sam replied, "I told you to go ahead and kill me." Azazel was at a loss here and he sighed.
"Then I guess we just continue" he stated. Azazel pushed the blood to his mouth repeatedly, each time Sam refused to swallow Azazel would punch his hard in the face. By the end of the day Sam was beaten and bloody, an eye was swelled closed and he had more bruises than thought possible marking up his face. He had ingested so much of the blood that he was at a constant state of nausea. Azazel had threatened that if he threw it up he would just start the process all over again. Azazel disappeared for a while and Sam was too weak to try to get out of the bindings. He felt light headed and could barely see straight. He knew it was from the blood loss, how much longer would he be able to stand this. As soon as he knew he was alone Dean murmured to himself.
"Dean please, I know dad raised us to be strong, but I don't know how much longer I can stand this. Hurry Dean, I don't want to die without getting to say goodbye" he said. He then thought of Cora and filled with guilt. "I'm sorry I promised you I would come home, I just hope wherever you are, you are safe." Soon the pain got so bad that Sam lost consciousness, only to be awoken a few minutes later, with a red hot iron being pushed against the side of his neck.
Okay so the location of Sam is revealed! Dean better hurry time is running short! Azazel wants revenge and Sam wants release. Who will get what they want first? Please Review! Special thanks goes out to all my faithful followers!
