AN: Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! Hey hey an update on time! Whoo! Anyways. So far so good! No backlash or anything for having an evil LGBT character in my story! Yay! I'm happy for that. With everything going on in the LGBT community, even just saying the word "gay" would cause someone to get angry. Which is ridiculous. Anyways. Hoping everything stays cools and things continue to go smoothly. I would hate to have to abandon to this story because of one person. And that's all it takes. One person to ruin it all for everyone. So yeah. Just chill out and enjoy the story y'all ;) Anyways. One more month then it's time for season 12! Whoo! I'm not ready! I mean I am ready, but not ready for what's about go to down. Not prepared for this! Anyways. I was writing for Dax earlier while watching Deadpool with my brother and I now have one hilarious mess to clean. Oh boy. I gotta quit watching movies while I write. Just like I need to stop watching Supernatural when I write for my Fallen Series. Now that's a hilarious mess XD Anyways. I'm addicted to my chalkboard wall. It's so much fun to draw on it. So fun. Much fun. Never gonna stop. Alright, I'm done XD I have one more thing and I have to get this out of my system or it might haunt my ass like the Box Ghost from Danny Phantom, so excuse me a moment. I know that I can take no more. It ain't no lie, I wanna see you out that door! BABY BYE BYE! Yup. N'Sync. It just happened. I regret nothing. When we left off, my poor baby thinks he's all alone!
Aziza Maye-Thank Chuck indeed! He'll listen one way or another. Indeed! I'm the author and I have love/hate thing for him. Thank you my darling!
spnfanforlife-Oh snap! Dean, Cas. RUN BITCHES RUN! Don't worry, I'll handle Mason ;) *cracks knuckles with a devilish wolf grin* Onwards and forwards my darling!
Ruby-Thank you my darling!
lenail125-Poor baby :( Dean's coming! And Bobby will not be happy.
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Finally Shattered
Sam felt light wherever he was. His head was still in someones lap and someone was humming, and talking to him. The voice was familiar. He felt like he should be afraid of the voice, but found it oddly soothing and it lulled him into peaceful darkness. While he floated in his peacefulness, he wished Dean was with him. Dean would be mother henning him to death and yelling at Bobby and Castiel to find some way to save him. But sadly, his brother doesn't care about him anymore. The moment Dean threw away the amulet, he threw Sam away. Sam plucked the amulet out of the trash can and was keeping it safe. Then Dean rejected him totally a short time later when Sam revealed that he was Lucifer's vessel. Sam's heart was had finally shattered. Over the years, his heart had been breaking little by little. From the time he first found out about the supernatural to right now. As he lay here, thinking all that has happened, Sam realized he couldn't care less if he lives or dies.
Now, now my sweet prince. You may want to die, but I don't. I'm simply causing you a little pain.
Who are you? I've heard your voice before.
That you have my beautiful Adonis. But now's not the time for a reveal.
Why? Why are you doing this me? What did I do wrong?
No wrong my darling boy. I promise you did nothing wrong.
Then why? Please stop hurting me. I'm wounded enough.
I know sweetie. I promise in due time you'll know everything. All you need to know, is that I never wanted to cause YOU pain.
WHY? PLEASE TELL ME!
I will darling. I will. Rest now. I'll be seeing you soon.
Sam snapped awake and felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked over and saw a worried Bobby looking at him. Sam slowly sat up and rubbed his neck. It hurt so much and his whole body ached something fierce. He told Bobby all that happened and he told Bobby that man he met on his case was doing this to him. He realized it when he continued to call him by monikers instead of his name. But what he didn't know was why Mason doing this to him. Mason said he didn't want to hurt him, so why? Was something his father did, or maybe Dean? Some other hunter he had a beef with? Or did Mason what he was? Sam shuddered and excused himself to shower. He felt gross and icky, and just wanted to scrub himself raw. But he settled for hot water relieving his aches and pains.
Once he was clean, he dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist. He took out his shaving kit from his duffel he brought into the bathroom with him, and shaved the stubble that had been growing. He dressed in sweats and a light t shirt. Yes, he knew winter was coming but he felt hot. He wondered briefly if he was running a fever. He wouldn't be surprised. While at Stanford if he stressed out badly, didn't eat enough, lost sleep, and only drank coffee, he would come down with a fever. It was his body's way of saying he needed to rest and slow down. He got out Bobby's thermometer, sterilized it, and popped it in his mouth. He took it out when it beeped, and he sighed. He had a low grade fever. With all the stress on his mind and body, he wasn't surprised. He headed downstairs, and into the living room, and froze. His heart pounded and he felt like he couldn't breathe.
Dean and Castiel were standing in the middle of the room. He took a step back, wanting to bolt upstairs and lock himself in his room.
"Sam." Dean said noticing Sam in the doorway. "I've been trying to call you. Why haven't you been answering your phone?"
"I wonder why." Sam said sarcastically.
"Oh come off it! You would've done the same thing if the situation were reversed!" Dean argued.
"Oh really?! Then you don't know me at all!" Sam shouted.
He grunted in pain when the curse was activated. He rubbed his neck and tried to take deep breathes. He heard Bobby talking to him, and Dean calling his name, then talking to Castiel. Castiel stepped towards him, and he stepped back. The angel looked at his companion confused.
"Sam?" Castiel asked.
"Stay away." Sam croaked.
"Sammy let him help you." Dean said looking concerned.
"Like you care." Sam whispered.
"Sammy-" Dean started.
Sam dropped to his knees screaming as the curse was activated, causing the white hot pain he had been feeling. He heard voices calling to him, and fell back into the darkness he had been calling home these last few times he'd pass out.
'At least here, no one can hurt me.' was his last thought as he sank further.
Poor Sammy baby. Dean we still need to have that chit chat.
Until Next Time! *listening to radio and N'Sync pops on, clicks off radio* Had enough of that nonsense.
