In this chapter there will be some torture from Lucifer, it's has some graphic scenes on what happen to Sam in Hell. Touching from Sinclair that Sam was against but couldn't stop it, happens in his dream about what he did to Sam. If this offends you please don't read the beginning part of Sam's story line, only touches the surface on what Sam went through.
Walking up to an abandoned warehouse in Los Angeles, the man looked around in disgust, he wasn't sure if he wanted to go inside the building. As he took a look around the surrounding area he saw piles of debris scattering the area in front of the building, full of concrete, glass, metal, ruined furniture, and plastic. Since the earthquake a couple of years back the city had deemed the place unstable, and was set for demolition when the funds came in. Putting up the chain link fence to keep people away hadn't done its job, there was proof of that with the holes in the fence where people had cut through the metal.
Walking up to the building, the man saw that the color was faded, what used to be a dark brown has now turned to tan. Cracks cover the cinder blocks from the ground up to the second story, all the windows on the ground floor were broken and garbage littered the concrete floor inside. The fabric that hung in some of the windows blew gently in the wind; moss and mold covered the windows sills, doorframes and the bottom of the building. From years of neglect the building had slowly weathered and worn, being by the LA river would do that with the mold and mildew.
Walking into the building, the man saw that the inside was worse then he had first believed, the room was covered in debris from the ceiling caving in. As he walked through the room he had to sidestep over the piles of litter on the floor, along with the oil stains, mold from the rain and heat, which made the floor slippery. Carefully, so as not to slip on the mess he walked upon, the man came to a doorway that lead to the room he was looking for.
Cautiously he entered the room, not knowing what he would be walking into, as he step inside the room there was a sight for sore eyes. Wondering why any Demon would want to meet here was beyond him; the room was covered with cement, glass, and pieces of desks, chairs, and tables. There was hardly any room to stand except for the small circle in the middle of the room. The man stepped up to his fellow Demons and waited for the leader to talk.
Seeing that all of the brothers he called for are present the leader got their attention, he knew all of these Demons have their own minions that follow them. With so many eyes on the look-out for what he wants, he knew he would be getting it in no time. Clearing his throat, he got all of their attention, he had to make sure they understand why he wants this.
"All of you know that our so called Queen of Hell is dead, she was killed by Dean Winchester who has the first Blade. There have been whispers of him recieving the Mark from Cain himself, as we know now that this is true. Since the last Knight of Hell was killed by the owner of the Blade there's been an uproar, a lot of the Demons are happy that she is gone… but some of us are not so happy."
"When Abaddon was in charge she left us alone to build her army of soulless soldiers, every now and then she would check to see what we were doing. On the most part she left us be to do what we wanted, unlike that big airbag Crowley. The King of Hell keep a close eye on us. We were enjoying our freedom to do as we pleased and Winchester had to change that on us by killing Abaddon."
"We need to teach Dean a lesson not to mess with the balance of Hell, some of us like the freedom we had. Some still are waiting for the dick-bag Crowley to run things again; while he is still in hiding we can still have our fun. To teach Winchester a lesson we need to find his brother Sam, who is at this moment on his own."
"How would you know that Sam Winchester is away from his brother, do you have eyes on the brothers since none of us can't find them? Since they been working with Crowley he's been tight-lipped about them." Marcus asked the leader.
"I just received informed by a brethren who happened to see Sam Winchester on a bus heading West, when they stopped off in Utah he lost track of Sam. At least we know that he is away from big brother's care, this will be a good time to search for him and show Dean not to mess with us." Silco glared at Marcus.
"Sam will not be an easy target to take down, Silco, he's one hard hitting hunter, he was the vessel for Lucifer, drank Demon Blood from Ruby, was soulless for a while. He knows how to fight back; he won't go down without taking some of us with him. He is a deadly hunter and if push comes to shove he won't come quietly."
"Don't you think I know that Marcus? I know all about Sam's fighting skills, I have been watching him for sometime now. Yes, some of us won't survive an attack from him when we capture him, it will all be in the good for the many. While those who are fighting with Sam the rest of us will sneak up from all sides and attack, he can't kill all of us at the same time."
"So who is with me to teach Dean Winchester a lesson that you don't mess with our kind?"
Hearing all the other Demons cheering, Silco grinned wickedly to hear they were on his side, motioning the Demons to hunt for Sam he turned to Marcus. Knowing how much of a pain he can be at times, he had to make sure he was on their side and not Crowley's.
"You are with us in this fight Marcus, or are you always going to be a pawn to Crowley?" Silco stared down the other Demon with hard, black coal eyes.
"Of course I'm with you Silco, I just wanted everyone to be prepared for a fight with Sam, I have had battles with him in the past he hits hard and fast."
"What are you waiting for Marcus, get your Demons going on this hunt for him?"
Watching as Marcus left the building Silco had one of his Demons to follow him, telling him if he tried to get in touch with Crowley to kill him.
Walking out of the warehouse, knowing he won't have a lot of time before he's being followed, Marcus rushed to the side of the building to call Crowley. Dialing the king's number he didn't have to wait to long, after the first ring he heard Crowley's voice.
"Well, what does Silco have in store for us since the bitch is dead?"
"Silco has a hunt going for, Sam, Sir, he has six of his head commanders searching for him."
"So there's a Moose hunt going down that means one thing, Squirrel and Moose are not together that could be in my favor."
"How is that in your favor Sir? Once Dean finds out there will be Hell to pay."
"There will be Hell to pay when Squirrel founds out, he will be on a rampage to find the Demon who hurts his brother. With the Mark of Cain and the Blade Dean will be one angry human. Silco won't have a chance with him if he hurts Moose. Keep me informed on what is going on, and keep your eyes and ears open for anything else."
"When I have more information will let... got to go someone is coming."
Hanging up the phone, Marcus walked away from the building, taking the back way staying in the shadows until he got to the fence. Going through the opening, he checked to make sure he wasn't being followed.
~~SPN~~~
Pulling away from his alcohol-induced sleep, Dean tried to clear the fog in his mind but couldn't escape the annoying pounding in his ears. He wasn't so sure what was more irritating at the moment, the pounding or the fog that seem to linger, making it hard to think. When the fog started to lift- just a bit- he felt something hard pressing against his back, and he wondered where the hell he was, opening his eyes slowly. Dean shut his eyes tight when an unexpected headache from hell made itself known. Now he knew where the pounding was coming from, that splitting headache, like a marching band drumming in his head. Trying to get his bearings in order, Dean wondered if he had fallen asleep on the ground; had he drank that much whiskey that he slept in a alley by the bar?
Opening his eyes slowing again, waiting for the world to stop spinning, Dean saw a white ceiling above his head. Listening carefully, he didn't hear any sounds to give him an idea of where he was, just silence. He wasn't in a hospital- which was a good thing- so where the hell was he? Dean knew it wasn't his room at the Bunker, since he wasn't in his own bed; what he was lying on was hard like bricks, not soft like his own bed. Turning his head to the right, he saw that he was in Sam's room and he frowned. Why was he in Sam's room, sleeping in Sam's bed? Slowing moving himself into a sitting position, Dean waited for the nausea to pass before he tried to stand up. Taking deep slow breaths until the feeling subsided somewhat, Dean moved his legs, setting his feet on the floor. Taking another deep breath, he stood up, slowly until he was at his full height and looked at the door, he knew it wouldn't be easy getting there.
Taking a step forward he lost his equilibrium, the only thing stopping him from face planting on the floor was the dresser. Shaking his head he tried for the door again, slowly using the wall for balance he made his way out of the room. Keeping one hand on the wall as he walked down the hallway, making his way to the kitchen to make himself a hot pot of coffee. Entering the room Dean staggered towards the counter where the coffee maker sat. He rinsed out the pot and filled it the right amount of water. He knew when Sam woke up he would want some coffee, so Dean made sure to make enough for the both of them. As the coffee was brewing he walked- staggered- to the bathroom to get an Aspirin for his headache, taking two small white pills out of the bottle, he washed them down with a glass of water. Walking back to the kitchen, he noticed the coffee was ready so he poured himself a cup of the black liquid and took a long, slow sip. Liking his coffee strong, Dean could feel the cobwebs clearing out his mind, and, after a few more sips he noticed that Sam wasn't in the room yet. Frowning, he walked to the Library, knowing that was his brother's favorite place- he had probably fallen asleep while reading- but upon entering he saw no sign of his brother, just the First Blade sitting on the table. Feeling the Mark on his arm burning for the blade he walked to the table, reaching for the handle he stopped just mere inches from it. All his memories came back in waves of what had happened the day before: killing Abaddon, grabbing Crowley, rescuing Sammy, fighting with Sammy, watching Sammy leave… coming back to the Bunker getting drunk enough to curse his brother out, hoping that he dies, that all came back to Dean like waves hitting the seawall. Each one crushing him under the weight of the waves he saw pass through his mind, feeling no remorse for what he did or any kind of love for his Sammy. Dean knew it was the Blade that made him feels that way towards his brother; now the guilt was setting in like an infection, deep and painful. Knowing what he had to do, Dean grabbed for his phone in hopes to get a hold of his brother. Dialing Sam's number, the cell rang four times before going to voicemail. Dean hung the phone up for a moment before trying again, only to get the same result. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Dean dialed the number a third time, knowing it would go to voicemail when he heard Sam's spiel he waited for the beep so he could leave his brother a message. As soon as he heard the beep Dean left Sam a heartfelt message:
"Sammy, when you get this message, please call me back. I have to tell you how sorry I am for what I did. I thought I was doing the right thing by leaving you at Sinclair's mansion, now I know it wasn't the right thing to leave you like that. When I said it was too keep you safe I meant it Sammy, I knew if Abaddon got her claws into you she would have killed you. It didn't help when Crowley took the Blade after I got out to the Impala, he pinned me to the car and disappeared with the Blade telling me he'll get back to me when the time was right. I search for him to get it back, even called his sorry ass, even went as far as threatening him. He never returned any of my calls, I don't even know if he even heard the messages. I was going crazy, little brother, thinking I was being shafted by him again. He finally called me back telling me were to get the Blade, even letting me know that Abaddon was with him by using our code word. I rushed to get that bitch killed, so I could come back and get you."
"Sam, you have to believe me, my actions were of not my own, it was all the influence of the Blade. I didn't have any concerns for you what so ever, you know that is not me to be like that when it comes to you. I still felt the power of the Blade surging through me when we fought; it was stopping me from caring about you, Sammy. Please let me make this up to you, little brother, call me back as soon as you hear this. Please Sam, I'm begging you to give me another chance here, man. I don't want you as a partner, I want you as my little brother, my Sammy, please call me."
Dean could hear his voice break when he finished the message to Sam; hoping his brother would call him back. Asking to come and get him from where ever he was right now, he would drive to the ends of the earth to get his Sammy back.
~~~SPN~~~
Feeling the heat from the fire that surrounding him, Sam had nowhere to run, the flames snaked around him like they were alive. Moving in a circle, trapping him in a net of red and yellow flames, moving in closer towards him, he panicked. There wasn't any way he could jump out of the circle without getting himself burned and the flames were eating away the oxygen that Sam needed to breathe. He couldn't catch his breath; each breath he took burned his lungs, nostrils, eyes from the smoke. Feeling the heat inside his body growing he felt it burn, melting his insides like butter in a frying pan. When the flames started to burn his clothes and skin, Sam couldn't take the pain anymore and screamed. Feeling the fire sear through his skin, muscles, and bones as it ate him alive, when the pain stopped as the fire consumed him he could hear Lucifer laughing. That was the last thing he heard every time he was burned alive; Lucifer made sure that Sam suffered a painful death only to start it over again. When the fire was gone Sam was standing in front of the archangel, with no mark on him from his ordeal. He would taunt Sam every time before he started the fire with his hands, sometimes he makes the fire burn fast or hotter depends on how much pain the Devil wanted Sam in.
Sam would plead with him not to do it anymore, he couldn't take the pain from the abuse he set upon him. Lucifer would just laugh at him saying that he enjoys torturing Sam, hearing him scream is music to his ears. Holding his hands up once again seeing the fear in Sam's eyes, Lucifer laughed as he watch Sam burned and scream.
Lying on the floor after his torture, Sam heard a different voice in his mind; this voice was soft and gentle almost like Dean's voice. Which scared Sam because he didn't want his brother here to watch him be burned, with his throat sore from screaming and burning from the heat he couldn't get the words out.
Feeling a cool hand on his forehead, he didn't know the touch; he didn't want this person touching him. Trying to move away from the hand Sam felt weak as a day-old colt, he couldn't get his arms, legs or body to do what he wanted them to do. The hand gently lifted his head off the floor placing it on something soft, opening his eyes to see a glass full of water in front of him. Sluggishly he lifted his hands to grab the glass, bringing it to his lips he drank the cool liquid slowly. Sighing as the water cooled his sore throat, he whimpered when the glass was taken away before he could finish it.
Feeling a hand carding through his hair in a soothing motion he leaned into the touch, thinking it was Dean there to help him through the nightmare. When the hand started to move down to his shoulder to his chest, he knew the hand didn't belong to his older brother, there's no warmth to the touch. Opening his eyes he saw a blurred figure bending over him. Blinking his eyes to get them to focus Sam saw that he was right. Panic set in when he realize it wasn't his brother but the psycho magician next to him, Sam tried to move away from him and his touches but the young man's body would not listen. No matter how hard Sam tried to get his body to move, he couldn't get anything to work like it should so he just laid there helplessly.
Hearing Sinclair talking to him as he moved his hands to his chest rubbing as he work his way down, feeling the touches Sam panic when he got to his hips wanting the man to stop. Sam shivered when Sinclair moved down to his groin, feeling around the most private part of Sam he felt sick. He wasn't sure how long Sinclair roamed the area before he stopped, he could feel the sob in his chest when he kept rubbing that area. Sam begged him to stop when the magician started to unfasten his belt, then he unbutton his pants and lower the zipper gently pulling both garments down. Sam started to cry, begging him to not do it.
"Please stop...don't do this...please no...please...please.." Sam cried as he felt his pants being pulled down.
"Sam, I told you I like to check out my property before I decide what I'm going to do with it, with you I'm going to keep you for my own pleasures cause I like what I see. If you didn't fight me earlier I wouldn't have had to make you suffer, I don't like hurting my special things but you gave me no choice."
"Please no...please stop don't touch me please don't touch me…"
Sam bolted upright in bed, looking around he saw that he was in the hotel room, and relaxed, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. He was only dreaming about what had happened to him while at Sinclair's place, and tried to shake that image out of his head. Running his hands over his face, Sam felt moisture on his palms from tears, he didn't realize he cried in his sleep or if it was him now crying. Pulling his legs off the bed, Sam stood up and walked to the bathroom to take a hot shower, standing in the bath he let the near-scalding water wash away the remnants of his dream.
Getting out of the shower, Sam dried himself before getting clean clothes from his bag, walking past the table where he phone was he saw he had a message. Opening his phone he saw it was Dean that called him this morning, everything in him told him to delete it but his curiosity won over. Hitting the button for his voicemail he wanted to for message, listening to the heartfelt message from his brother explaining about everything. After the message was over Sam deleted it, feeling the anger towards his brother boiling up again. So now Dean was sorry for what he did still don't make up for it? Grabbing his bag, Sam shoved his clothes inside before zipping it up; there was no way he was going to back Dean right now. He needs time to figure things out between them, Dean had just lied to him used him as a prize now he wants him as a brother. Sam can't deal with him right now that means not talking to him, he will call Dean when he is ready and only when he is ready.
Walking out to the lobby of the motel, he asked the clerk where the nearest Greyhound station was; getting the information he headed in that direction. Getting some breakfast first at the diner next to the bus station, Sam bought his ticketm stepping onto the bus without looking back. As the bus drove further away from the city and his brother, Sam had to think where he would go to clear his head. California would be out of the question, there was just too much history there but he had always wanted to go see the Sawtooth National Forest in Idaho. Maybe he would go there for a short time to clear his head; he had always heard Pastor Jim talk about the Park when he was younger. So why not go there and check out the place for a few days, then from there he'll decide on calling Dean or keep going to Washington State or Oregon.
Reaching Salt Lake City, Utah four days later the bus driver told them he'll be leaving in an hour, giving everyone time to eat, take a walk, and do their business. Stepping off the bus, stretching his sore muscles Sam headed for the nearest diner where he could eat his lunch walk around the shops and use the restroom. As Sam was checking out the shops he felt like someone was watching him but he kept on walking, not wanting to tip his watcher off that he knows about them. As he came to the crosswalk, waiting with the other people to cross the street, Sam hid himself among the group of tourists as they walk across the street and, coming to an alley Sam ducked into it. Hiding in the shadows he watched the person he was sure was looking for him walk right past, knowing it was a Demon; he waited for a long ten minutes before returning to the bus. Peaking around the corner he saw that the Demon was far enough away, hurrying across the street Sam ran to the bus and got on just in time. As they drove off Sam ducked below the window as it drove pass the group of people he had been hiding in previously in case the Demon was still nearby.
~~~SPN~~~
For days Dean searched for his missing brother. He checked every place he could think of, driving back to the Bunker to get his bag for cross-country search. Since he couldn't find Sam anywhere in Lebanon or surrounding towns, he knew his brother left the state, probably by bus no doubt. As he entered the Bunker he ran to his room, grabbed his bag and filled it with a week's worth of clothes. Grabbing his gun, knife, holy water, and shotgun, he walked back to the door. He could feel the burn on his arm from the Mark, it was calling for the Blade he ignored the sensation. He had stowed the Blade away in a lockbox he had found; he didn't need that kind of distraction right now. He didn't need any kind of distractions in his search for little brother, knowing all too well the Blade will do just the thing.
Before going up the stairs Dean turned towards the box he had left on the table, looking at it hungrily; he wanted so much to go over there to grab the Blade. Stopping himself halfway through the room, he turned on his heels, running up the stairs to the Impala, turning the car over and pulled out of the driveway. As he drove, the further he got away from the Blade the burn subsided, he had to keep going and wouldn't turned back no matter what.
Heading towards Idaho he knew where Sam would go to clear his head, it's a place were Jim talked about a lot with him and Sam. Knowing how much Sammy wanted to go back to the place they had visited, he'll start his search there for his wayward sibling. Come Hell or high water, Dean will find his brother and bring him back, and if anyone even tried to hurt him he will tear them apart.
As he drove out of the city limits of Lebanon, Kansas heading west he heard his phone ringing, excited that it might be Sam, Dean pulled it out of his pocket without bothering to look at the caller ID:
"Sammy, it's about time you-"
Instead of hearing his brother's voice on the phone, he heard the voice of someone he didn't want to hear from.
"Crowley."