Supernatural Season 8 "In Limbo"


"The burdens of the strong."

Dean's eyes snapped open. He distinctly remembered that he'd watched himself get torn to pieces so he was surprised beyond comprehension when his hand complied to the instinct to clutch his throbbing head and then there was the surprise again that he even had a hand to use let alone the ability to use it. Even more surprise hit when his knee bent and drew his leg inward and the fact that he had a leg was just more surprise to pile onto the ever mounting pile of surprises. Now he was sitting up and nspecting himself. He appeared uninjured, in fact aside from a building hunger and thirst that was developing, he felt inexplicably good for someone who had just been used as a chew toy.

As he stood he could feel the eyes and hear the movements of the creatures around him. It seemed the monsters here would never take a break from trying to take a bite out of him and he knew now running wouldn't matter. He had no choice but to try to defend himself with nothing but his bare hands as best as possible.

Dean picked a creature that looked like it had a few good soft spots to use to his advantage and went for it. He wrestled the monster to the ground and performed a few good grapple moves to hold it in place as he clawed at the soft spot under the creature's jaw and ripped out the creature's throat.

All the other shadowy figures and red glowing eyes seemed to back off as the creature lay bleeding out and the hunger that had been building in Dean started to overwhelm him and the smell of the now dead creature was the most delicious scent he'd ever taken in. Suddenly he felt ravenous and started torip the monster up with his hands and eat it piece by piece. When Dean had his fill he took the monster's blood and smeared it all over himself to cover his scent and he took pieces of the creature's hide and wrapped it over his forearms and ankles for better protection against the things that were surely going to be springing out at him next. He took the rest of the hide and draped it over his shoulders to block out the constant chill that never seemed to leave the air in this place.

The creatures that had momentarily shown caution and backed away now grew bolder and tried to creep back towards Dean once he no longer cared for the carcaus at his feet but they didn't seem to care about him only the meal the fresh kill would provide and Dean let them take it because he couldn't handle that many monsters on his own.

Dean knew he was in a wild plain of existence now and knew he had to do whatever it might take to survive here because dying wasn't something he wanted to experience again and he felt he owed it to Sam to try to get out of this place in one piece, so he moved slowly away from the now feasting monsters and once he was out of their eyesight he quickened his pace wanting to get as far as he could from the ever present shadows and glowing eyes. But no matter where he went or how fast he moved there was always something ready and waiting for him to slow down, to let down his guard, ready for any show of weakness they could use to take him down...

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Sam had spent four sleepless days pouring over books and as he thumbed through the last of the fifth hundred book to come out of the crates and found even more nothing than than he had already he wanted to start throwing things.

Since most of the world's population was infected by the stuff the Leviathans had laced the majority of the world's food supply with communications had been down and he was really missing the internet in this moment because he had no idea where to start, let alone how. He also missed the fact that he couldn't call anyone becuase he was sure that either Garth or Jody Mills would be happy to help him and having another person around would help keep him sane.

But as it was, he was alone and Lucifer was having a field day with all the taunts. But that wasn't all Sam was seeing and hearing now. Now he was starting to see little two inch tall imp like creatures swarming all over the floor and a few times he wanted to bat them away as he watched them climb up his legs but instead he told himself they weren't real and even when one climbed right up to his face he stayed stoic.

It made Sam start to get angry and hateful towards what he was seeing and since he'd been days without sleeping or eating he was starting to lose his mind again and without realizing it he started shouting at his hallucinations things like " GO AWAY!, LEAVE ME ALONE!, YOU"RE NOT REAL!, DON'T SAY THAT, DEAN PROMISED I WASN'T THERE ANYMORE! HE PROMISED THAT HE GOT ME OUT!, YOU'RE ONLY TRYING TO KEEP ME FROM FINDING DEAN!"

On the sixth day Sam knew he had to do something before he was swallowed completely by the void of insanity so he cut himself on the back of his forearm, long and deep to remind himself that pain in Hell was different than the pain in Life. He pressed his fingers into the wound and the hallucinations disapeared.

Sam stitched himself up but didn't bandage it as he needed it open to him if the hallucinations came back.

First he knew he needed to eat and get himself hydrated or he wasn't going to last much longer, then he'd have to find a way to make himself sleep. So he ate a quick lite meal and drank a bottle of water then headed out to the closest hospital he could find. He knew that last time things like tranquilizers and sedatives hadn't done the trick so he knew he needed something stronger like anestisia but he knew he needed to be careful with things like that. So he went with a syringe based anistisia called Propofol that he could measure out to just enough to get himself under every couple of nights so he could get enough sleep to stay relatively rested and hoped that he could stay lucid enough to not end up overdosing.

When he got home Sam set up all of the supplies and books he'd gotten while he was out and climbed into bed. He put a Heplock in his arm, set up an I.V. drip bag of Saline then he got the I.V. in and pulled a syringe from it's wrapper, plunged it into a vile of Propofol. Now was the moment of truth. He made sure to measure out the proper dosage for his weight and laid back as he knew this stuff should knock him unconscious the second it hit his blood stream and just like he'd hoped he didn't even get half of the syringe into the I.V. before passing out.

When he woke up he felt groggy and lethargic and found it was a good thing he'd thought of grabbing some stimulants to wake himself up with. Once he was able to get up and around he set his watch to go off at eight in the morning, noon, and seven at night to remind himself to eat and to go off at nine p.m. every three nights so that he'd know it was time to go to sleep again.

After two weeks Sam started to be able to work through the drug induced fog he kept himself under and he managed to actually get some headway despite the fact that hallucinations wouldn't go away. But after another two weeks the hallucinations became even worse and now Sam was seeing all the people who's deaths he felt resposible for. He saw his mother, his father, Dean, Adam, Jessica, Maddison, Bobby, Ellen, Jo, Ash, Jake, Ava, Max, Weber, Andrew and so many others all blaming their suffering and their deaths on the fact that he existed and that made him sorrowful and disrtacted from doing what he could to get Dean home and distracted him from doing the things he needed to take care of himself.

Eating and sleeping soon fell by the wayside along with bathing or keeping his new cuts from getting infected. Within days he had a fever and maybe that boiled his brain into a moment of lucidity or he found a way to claw his way out of the chaos in his mind on his own, but whatever it was he started trying again.

He found a ritual that could bring Dean back to him. All he needed was to recite the spell, the blood of someone who loved Dean and an object that proved that love...


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