The pain and ache were enough to drown him, let alone his own self-suffering thoughts. Sam was left in the bar. Reduced to nothing as you might call it. Physically, he was perfectly fine. If only the same thing could be said mentally.
He was told to clear out the tables, and then lock up, to which he absentmindedly agreed to. He'd learnt over the past week that disobeying orders would only bring him nothing but shame. That was something he couldn't deal with, not again, not after last time.
He shook his head in the effort to scatter the destructive thoughts from his mind, but to no avail. Looking around the empty bar hopelessly, Sam contemplated miserably, 'how did it get to this?'
Well, that answer was simple.
Demon blood. Breaking the last seal. Freeing Lucifer.
It all piled up into Sam Winchester's reason for his belief why the world would be better without him. Why Dean would be better without him. After all, his brother had already expressed his rage towards Sam, especially when he spat the words to him 'leave, and don't come back'.
In that moment, Sam could only look at him, his eyes filled with regret and self-loathing, the latter of which Dean had failed to comprehend. Dean had failed to notice many things about Sam recently, but that was to be expected.
Grounding himself back to reality, Sam stared at the washcloth in his hand, and frowned. He glared at it, as if it were every single one of his wrongdoings in life. Clenching it tighter than necessary, he set to do his undesirable, mundane task.
After the tables had been wiped and cleared, and everything was set for the next morning, Sam took the keys from a hook in a closet room round back and set them out on the counter. He had already booked a motel room for 7 days, a few blocks from where the bar was, thinking that after a week he'd pack and move on, with the money from his shifts compensating for him.
Feeling a sudden thirst, Sam helped himself to a glass of water, grateful that he was somewhat feeling slightly refreshed afterwards.
Sam had locked up, and was now walking under the moonlit sky, his hands buried in his pockets. The stars glimmered up above, even within the busy city. Sam stopped to admire it for a moment, feeling compelled to make the most of any natural beauty there was left in this limited world.
But none of this would prepare for what struck him next.
As soon as Sam broke contact with the sky, and set his sight out in front of him, a glint of silver flashed across, before he felt a brief, agonising sear across his head.
Darkness presented itself like a beacon of light, wishing for it to consume him. Before long, Sam succumbed to it, with the last feeling of someone dragging him painfully and carelessly across the ground.
Light streaked across Sam Winchester's bruised face, highlighting the new abrasions. The Winchester had been locked in the room of a dingy basement, with the captor eyeing his victim with increasing interest, as he began to arouse.
The first thing Sam felt when he came to, was the intensifying pounding in his head. The second was the light, of which he squinted his eyes to, before feeling them adjust.
Blinking a few times, he looked around hazily, getting an understanding of his surroundings. Soon, his eyes travelled to an unfamiliar man, he looked to be in his late 30s, and was armed with a silver pistol.
Sam was surprised with himself when he soon realised, he couldn't feel anything. Sure, he could feel the occasional punches the man threw at him, but he couldn't feel his own emotion during that time. There was no fear, there was no apprehension, there was nothing.
Sam didn't know what to make of it, but he used it to his full advantage during his time being hostage.
Days locked in this room turned to weeks, which inevitably turned into months. Sam had no track of the time, or what day or month it was. His captor had revealed himself to be a Hunter, who had heard of Sam's "betrayal" to the world. For Sam dooming the world to a force that shouldn't be reckoned with. And the worst part about it all? Sam believed every word.
Unfortunately, the hunter had taken all of Sam's possessions at the time and had not failed to insult him about Dean's presence. Or his lack of presence Sam might say.
Sam didn't know if Dean had called, or if the hunter had said anything to Dean in his name. All he knew was that his brother wasn't coming anytime soon.
Weeks later, Sam knew that something was wrong.
Normally the hunter would visit him three or four times a week, but recently, there'd been no sign of him.
Sam tried to think nothing of it, which wasn't too hard. He hadn't been thinking much about anything for months.
The gap between now and the last time the hunter visited Sam, was only getting wider and wider. It was Thursday 2nd of May, unbeknownst to Sam.
5 days. It had been 5 days since the disappearance of the hunter. 5 days without food. Yes, the hunter, surprisingly, had been understanding enough to give Sam (at maximum) 1 meal a day.
More days went by, and the youngest Winchester felt like he was deteriorating, fast. All he had as his company was this confined room, and the same locked door that had been there innocently throughout his time.
Sam looked upwards again, but this time, instead of a beautiful sight, lay only an obstacle. A pointless piece of the puzzle. Only this one was coming to an end, Sam believed, just like how he now accepts that there is no natural beauty left. It has all been consumed within mankind's greed and power-hungry habits.
Habits which are likely to only increase over time.
Sam averted his eyes from the ceiling and decided to close them.
The darkness this provided, let Sam overcome it with the light of his strong, childhood memories. Sure, they didn't have the best lifestyle, but he and Dean had their moments.
This was it. Sam echoed in his mind. I'm closing my eyes, and not opening them again.
His last breaths would be for the sake of the world, his last thoughts would be of his brother, his last regrets would be unleashing lucifer.
He was going to leave this world, once and for all.
Or so he wished.
Author note
Hi! Yeah... I know.
It's been months.
Months with no updates from my previous stories. I do apologise, but I've had some serious stuff happen recently, and writing had become more of a distraction rather than an enjoyable hobby. But now I'm back in the saddle and hope to be working on some new chapters for the stories that aren't yet finished!
Hope you guys understand :)