Author Rambles: I'm on a roll. Need I say anymore?
And the Angst Queen did cry: "ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST!" And she also says a HUGE THANK YOU to all who have reviewed, faved or put on alerts. I'm really very touched!
This is a very dark chapter, so please read the disclaimer again. If you don't like this sort of stuff, then please don't read on! Thanks. :P If you believe Gabby and/or Sam to be OOC, I do apologise. I just wanted to write a cute Gabby for once, LMAO.
This has Bully-but –then –Big-Brotherly! Dean, Emo-and- depressed! Sam, mentions of Guardian! Gabriel and Surprisingly- kind! Crowley. Yup, it's the full crew.
Warning: Contains swearing, violence, angst, and attempted non-con. Yup, I like to hurt Sammy. You read at your peril, all right?
Disclaimer: As always, I do not own Supernatural. Not even a teeny knife or weeny gun. If I did, well… Life would be good.
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'Lover and friend hast Thou put far from me; and darkness is my only companion.'
~'The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing', M.T Anderson. ~
Sam was taking his time. He was walking around the alleyway next to the dingy bar he had just vacated, too lost in his own thoughts to focus on where he was going. He felt quite dizzy, and so every so often stopped and leant against the wall closest to him, and gazed up into the night sky.
What would have his life been like if he had not followed Dean that night at Stanford? Would Jessica still be alive, and would they still be together? Would he be a lawyer now, and would he be living a perfectly normal life? Most importantly, would the Apocalypse still be nigh, or would Lucifer still be locked away? But… Would he have met Gabriel? Probably, he thought with a smile. Gabriel would have insisted on seeing him. He would still be alive… It was nice to dream, Sam reflected.
He opened his eyes, and yawned. Sunlight was streaming in through the window next to him. It must be morning, his groggy brain summarised. I actually got to sleep last night.
"Morning, Sunshine."
Sam turned around to find Gabriel sitting next to him, drinking what appeared to be hot chocolate. Gabriel smiled at him, and from nowhere handed him a mug of the drink. He couldn't help but return the smile, shaking his head.
"You'll make me pile on weight, Gabe, the way you're feeding me." He chuckled, blinking sleep from his eyes. He took a sip, relishing the warmth that spread through him.
"You're too small anyway." Gabriel laughed, and once again conjured up something from thin air – marshmallows. He popped one into Sam's mouth. "All the stress and worry is making you lose weight, don't think I haven't noticed."
Sam focused on drinking and didn't reply. So Gabriel hadn't forgotten his breakdown last night then. Sam cringed when he thought about his actions. He had tried to kill himself again, had failed, and had ended up crying. Thank Heavens Gabriel had been there, and not Dean. He would've completely freaked out… Maybe. He sighed.
"He does worry about you, you know." Gabriel interrupted his thoughts, as usual. "Although I don't like how he looks after you." He frowned slightly, and Sam could feel him wrap his wings around them. "But he loves you; don't forget that."
Sam took another drink before setting the mug down, and snuggled into Gabriel. "Gabriel… About what happened last night," he waited to see if he would be interrupted, but Gabriel remained silent, "I know I'd promised you I wouldn't try to do that again, but..." He swallowed. "I broke again." He whispered.
Gabriel's mug vanished as he turned to face Sam. His hazel eyes drilled into Sam's own. "Listen up, Winchester. You will be the death of me, I swear." He smiled slightly, before looking serious. "I know that you're struggling to get through each day. I know that. And if I see my brother, I'm going to kick his ass for it, too. But you mustn't give in to him, Sammy. He'll win if you do." He paused, reaching out to stroke Sam's face. "And I don't want to lose you to him." His eyes were full of tenderness. Sam didn't know if he deserved to be loved so much.
"Really?" He asked. "You don't want to lose me?"
"Really." Gabriel confirmed, lightly kissing him. "So this is me promising to watch over you, Sammy-boy." He smirked again, and Sam laughed.
"What would I do without you?" He smiled as Gabriel nuzzled his head.
"Oh, I don't know. I'd hate to imagine it." Gabriel laughed, and that made Sam laugh too.
He shook his head and resumed walking. It was no use dreaming about something that could not be changed and could not happen. He had to learn to live with the live he was stuck in. He had to learn how to cope. Gabriel would have told him the same thing, he knew. He swallowed. If only Gabe was still around with him. Things had really taken a turn for the worse once he had been killed. Sam had sought refuge by withdrawing into himself, and he knew that his brother had been worried about him. Probably still was, regardless of how drunk he may be.
Sam shivered as a cold breeze blew around him. He decided it was time to go back to the motel. If Dean was pissed, he'd deal with that. If he wasn't, he'd see about talking to him, try to reason with him. He nodded absentmindedly to himself. If only he could have his big brother back, the one who had always been there for him. He sighed. First he would need to get him off the drink, and then see if they could repair their damaged relationship. It could be done, Sam reasoned, but it would take time. And they didn't exactly have a lot of it, but for once they would put each other first. Yes, he would do that.
It wasn't until he was nearly at the end of the alleyway when he heard footsteps from behind him, and realised that he was being followed. He kept walking, and didn't look around. He realised with a start that he hadn't brought any kind of weapon with him; he had left the motel without thinking. Damn it, he thought furiously. He would have to rely on himself, a thought that wasn't exactly reassuring when he considered how much he had had to drink. Not a lot, granted, but enough to slow him down.
"Where are you going, mate?" A man was suddenly beside him, smiling. "You seem lost. Need any help?"
Sam shook his head, struggling to look relaxed. "No, I'm fine. Just taking a walk, you know." He forced a smile in return. The man kept smiling, and Sam felt uneasy watching him.
"We could help you back to your home, if you want." There was another guy to his left, gesturing to the one on his right who had spoken first. "It's not safe for young people at this time of the night. A lot of druggies hanging around, or guys with a motive to kill." He tilted his head to one side. "We'll help you, if you want."
"Oh, it's okay, really." He made himself smile again. "Thanks, though."
"It's no bother. We live around here, you see." To Sam's horror, yet another man appeared. By the way the other's looked at him, he was in charge.
Sam realised now that without his noticing, they had backed him into the wall. He told himself not to freak out, and instead focused on the men in front of him. The first guy was dark with a few gray hairs, and looked to be in his late thirties. The second speaker was totally gray, yet looked a bit younger than the first. The third man however looked only a few years older than himself, and wore an expensive-looking suit.
"Look, guys. I need to get going, so…" Sam's voice trailed off as the men didn't move. He had a strange feeling that there was more to them that he had previously thought.
"Where are you going? Back to your brother?" The 'leader' said with a drawl, causing the other two to laugh. Sam stared.
"Oh yes. We know who you are, Sam Winchester." The 'leader' smiled darkly, and blinked. Sam watched as he was surrounded by three pairs of black eyes. "We know who you are, and what you are needed for. So… We decided to track you down. It was easy; too easy."
"We're gonna turn you in to our Master." The demon on Sam's left said, with a reverent tone to his voice as he spoke of Lucifer. "And he will reward us for giving him his vessel." Demon Two, as Sam christened him, grinned.
The demon on the right – Demon One, as Sam quickly named him - giggled. "But why should we bring you to him in one piece? As long as you're alive, it should be okay, right?"
"Let me go, before I send you all back to where you came from." Sam said, wishing he had Ruby's knife on him. He stared into the lead demon's eyes. "I will kill you all, you sorry sons of bitches."
The demons faltered, apart from their leader. He merely smirked. "Sammy," he drawled, "how can you take us all down, in the state you're in?" His eyes darkened. "And it's only gonna get worse."
Before Sam could reply he was hurled across the alleyway, where he collided with several trash cans. He hadn't even opened his eyes when he was subjected to a hail of punches, all focused on his chest. He cried out in pain, before kicking out widely. He heard swearing, and kicked again, trying to get up. Demon One reached for his throat, and Sam reacted instinctively, biting the hand that was mere inches from his neck. The demon howled angrily, and then Demon Two punched Sam viciously around the head. Sam, who had been on his feet, fell down from the force of the punch. He felt blood trickling down into his eyes and saw from where he was lying that the lead demon wasn't getting involved in this fight; he was simply watching.
Like Hell I'm letting them get the better of me, Sam thought angrily. He kicked at the feet of Demon Two, who ended up falling down too, and sent a punch in the direction of Demon One. But even as he kicked and fought back, Sam could feel his ribs complain and his head swim. He was in pain, and couldn't keep fighting for much longer. He had just dodged a hit from one of his attackers when he felt a tightening around his throat, and looked up to see that the leader of the pack was grinning, and holding his hand outstretched. As his fingers closed to make a fist, Sam could feel himself choking, struggling to breathe.
"You two, grab his arms." Sam felt himself being grabbed and tried to lash out desperately, and was backhanded across the face for his efforts.
"Bring him over here." Once again, the lesser two demons obeyed the order and dragged him over to their leader, who stared at Sam.
"Sam, Sam, Sam." He giggled. "I have you in my grasp now. The once-expectant Leader of us, and I have you all to myself!" Sam felt the hold around his throat tightening, and he gasped. "I'll give you up to Lucifer, sure. But I want to try you out first; see what you can cope with." The demon crouched down to Sam's level, and put his face close to his. "You look so damn fine right now, Winchester." He suddenly unclenched his fist and Sam coughed, gasping for air as he could breathe again. He looked up at the demon, glaring at him.
"You are one sick and twisted bastard." He spat out. His heart was racing, however. He knew fine rightly what this demon was planning on doing, and right now he was no longer in any position to fight him off. His chest hurt as his ribs protested against what they been subjected too, and his head was still bleeding, along with his mouth.
All the demons laughed at his remark, and their leader reached out and stroked Sam's face. "I am. But what do you expect from a demon, Sammy? After all, look what you got up to with your demon slut." Sam glowered, causing the demons to laugh again. "Oh, so you remember! Well, why should I be any different?" He suddenly had his lips on Sam's, and violated his mouth with his tongue. Sam struggled, and as abruptly as he came, the demon stopped with a moan.
"If only I could take you back to mine, Winchester. Oh, it would be such fun! Don't you think so, boys?" He asked his minions, who nodded and laughed once more. "Oh yes, if only." He sounded wistful, and then sighed dramatically. "Oh well. Better take what I get when I get it." He stroked Sam's face again.
"I am going to kill you, I swear." Sam spat out, trying to get away from the demon. "Do you hear me? I am going to kill you!" His threats were halted mid-flow as once again the demon kissed him, pining him down against the wall. He struggled, but the demon was too strong and soon his hands ripping off Sam's shirt, and exploring his chest. Sam flinched, and tried to move away.
The demon broke the kiss with a gasp, grinning. "Don't fight it, Sammy. You know you'll enjoy it." He dug his nails into Sam's skin on his neck, and trailed his nails down his chest, drawing blood and causing Sam to wince.
Sam by now was starting to feel afraid, even as he tried to hide it. He couldn't fight off the demon, which was stronger than he was, especially when he was currently injured. He tried to push the demon off him, but his wrist was caught in a vice-like grip and twisted, making him cry out. The demon began kissing his neck, but abruptly started to bite him. Sam once again tried to push him away, but he was backhanded across the head and he was almost sick with the pain that movement caused him. Before he knew it, the demon was tugging his belt off from his jeans, and that did it for Sam. He lashed out in a panic, ignoring the waves of pain from his ribs, and the demon was forced to grab both his wrists and push his arms against the wall.
"A little resistance? I like it." The demon chuckled, and Sam could see that his eyes were glittering. "But you'll be mine, whether you want to be or not." He pressed his body against Sam's, once again violating his mouth with his tongue. Sam tried once again, helplessly, to push him off. The demon broke off the kiss again and laughed, reaching for Sam's jeans.
"You have no one to worry about you, do you, Winchester?" The demon breathed into Sam's ear. "No one to come looking for you. So why fight?"
Feeling the demon's hands around his hips caused Sam to lash out in terror again, kicking widely. He tried not to think about what the demon had just said. He did have someone – he had Dean, right? Dean loved him, he knew. Dean cared for him. But if only Dean were here right now when he needed him most!
"You can be mine, Sammy." The demon's tongue trailed down his chest. Sam shuddered, making the demon laugh again. The demon's fingers felt hot against his skin. The thought of what was going to be done to him made him want to be sick. He was about to try to fight one more time when –
"He cannot be yours, darling. He's already owned."
Sam's ears pricked up at the sound of an English accent, and the demon stopped what he was doing, looking murderous. He turned around, his hands staying on Sam.
"You." The demon said flatly, digging his nails into Sam's flesh. "The traitor. I should've known you'd stick to this one and his brother."
Sam watched as Crowley took a step towards him, apparently ignoring Sam's plight and focusing on his tormentor instead.
"Yes. Little old me." Crowley laughed, but it made Sam shudder. He didn't like the sound of it. The Crossroads demon's eyes narrowed as he looked at Sam, and then back at the would-be rapist. "I would let him go, if I were you. I am sure Dean Winchester would have something to say if you raped his baby brother." He laughed again, his own eyes glittering. Sam felt his tormentor flinch. Either he was afraid of Crowley or at the mention of Dean, and Sam found himself smiling.
"You brought Dean Winchester with you." Once again the demon's voice was flat. He looked over to his two minions, both of whom looked terrified. "Stop them, you two. Or else I'll kill you both." They only took a step or two before stopping. "Remember what Lucifer said he would do to the traitor if he caught him?" The demon stared at his minions. "Imagine how happy he would be to those who caught him!"
Crowley merely smirked at the group of demons. "You know that I am more powerful than you. Do not make the mistake of annoying me anymore than what you have already." He said lazily, and then looked at Sam. He dropped him a wink, before looking behind him. "Dean, I think your brother wants you."
And then, to Sam's surprise and intense relief, his big brother stepped out from behind Crowley, looking absolutely murderous. He was holding Ruby's knife in one hand, with his gun tucked into his jeans. He took one look at Sam, his face darkened, and he looked at the three demons surrounding his baby brother.
"You've made a huge mistake, you assholes." He said darkly. "A huge mistake. No one messes with my brother, unless they wanna deal with me." Dean may have drank a bit, but he looked ready for a fight. He glared at the demons around Sam. Who couldn't help but laugh in pure relief.
Dean was here to save him. Dean had come to get him. It was the only thing Sam could think about and he felt deliriously happy, knowing that he did have someone who cared about him. He did have Dean watching over him.
His tormentor spun around to face him with a snarl. "Why are you laughing?" He slapped him around the face, before quickly kissing him again, this time biting down on Sam's already hurt lip. He broke off the kiss as suddenly as he had started it, with a smirk. "See, Winchester," he said, looking at Dean, "he's my little bitch now."
Before Sam could say anything, and before Dean –who was about to pounce with the knife in hand – could do anything, Crowley snarled, and Sam's tormentor suddenly was screaming in pain, being dragged up against the very wall he had had Sam forced against. Sam looked at Crowley in shock. The Crossroads demon hadn't even moved, he was simply staring at the demon while he screamed.
"Lucifer is going to murder you!" The demon gasped in agony, "He will rip you to pieces!"
Crowley rolled his eyes, and turned his head very slightly to one side, causing the demon to be thrown towards Dean. He landed at Dean's feet with a whimper.
"That may be so, but you won't be there to see it, will you?" Crowley's voice was dark with barely-suppressed fury. He looked at Dean. "Do whatever you want with him. He's yours." The demon's eyes widened and he struggled to get to his feet, but one look from Crowley and he was forced onto his knees, screaming in agony. Sam watched as blood began to drip from the demon's eyes, nose and mouth. He couldn't bring himself to speak, he just watched. Crowley then must have stopped doing whatever the hell he was doing for the demon stopped screaming and lay at Dean's feet, sobbing in pain.
Seeing his tormentor now suffering only a few steps away from himself, Sam started to shake, and looked down at himself. Even under the faint light of the streetlamp he looked a mess. He glanced over at the remaining demons, both of whom seemed paralysed with fear, and then glanced over to his brother. His would-be rapist had been pulled to his knees by Dean, and Dean smiled at him threateningly.
"I'm gonna make this nice and slow." He said clearly, looking at the demon with loathing. "And feel free to scream. I don't care."
Sam closed his eyes as the demon started to scream again. He didn't want to see his brother act like a monster, even though a part of him was thankful that he was finishing off his attacker. He could not believe what had just happened to him, and what he had just escaped from, either.
"Now for you two." Crowley's voice sounded nearer than what it had been before. He must've walked over, Sam thought blearily. He opened his eyes to see Crowley standing in front of him, almost like a shield, looking at the two cowering demons before him.
"Please, we didn't do anything!" One of them blurted out, while the other nodded swiftly. "We didn't know what he," he gestured over to where the yelling demon lay, "wanted to do to the youngest Winchester!" He sounded desperate. "Please, please let us go."
"I know you're lying to me." Crowley said lazily, and suddenly the two were on their knees, crying in pain. "Now, how do you expect me to let you go, after what you helped to do?" He too sounded murderous now. Maybe the demons heard the threat in his voice too, because they looked terrified as the gasped.
"Please let us go!" One of them cried out. "Please!" The other one just sobbed as blood poured from his nose and mouth. Crowley pretended to think, and then folded his arms resolutely. He was smirking again, Sam noticed.
"Sorry, darlings. But what you two did was inexcusable. Tell the Boss I said hello, and send all my love." His dark eyes glittered dangerously and his English accent only served to highlight his rage. He tilted his head to one side, and both the demons were picked off the ground, and slammed against the wall, yelling. Sam watched as Crowley simply stared as black smoke began pouring from their mouths, forming a pool around their feet. The smoke kept pouring out as they yelled until eventually it stopped, and vanished. Crowley blinked and the bodies fell to the ground with a sickening thud. He spun around on his feet to look at Sam. Was that a spark of concern in his eyes, or was Sam imagining it?
"Once your charming older brother finishes up, we're heading back to that motel room of yours." He shook his head. "Though why the two of you rented there, I have no idea…" He shuddered at the mention of the place.
Sam felt terribly cold, but numb also. He didn't say a word in reply, just leant back against the wall. He could feel himself shivering, but he didn't reach for his shirt. Besides, it was ripped anyway. He gingerly wrapped his arms around his chest, wincing as the action made his ribs protest again. He hated this feeling of weakness he was currently experiencing. He had had enough of it from Lucifer; he'd be damned if he was going to suffer again just because of one nondescript demon! He shook his head angrily, and looked at Crowley.
"I'm finishing him up." He said flatly, with a look to his brother before facing the Crossroads demon again. Crowley raised an eyebrow, and Sam tightened his arms around his chest. He could actually taste blood from his lips and nose as he spoke.
"I told him before…" He broke off suddenly, and changed his mind about what he was saying, "I said I would kill him. I want to be the one who kills him." To his surprise, Crowley just nodded.
"Can't fault that." His eyes darkened momentarily as he too looked over to the sobbing and still-screaming demon that Dean was torturing. He smiled grimly. "Go and get him, moose."
Sam smiled weakly and with a struggle, picked himself off the ground. His legs felt unable to support his body and his head was pounding relentlessly, forcing him to close his eyes to recover from the waves of nausea he was experiencing. When he opened his eyes again, he took a step forward before wincing as his chest erupted in pain. He pressed a hand to his temple and took it away, seeing it covered in blood.
"Well, you do look a mess." The Crossroads demon remarked dryly. Sam glared at him.
"Not really helping, you know." He said, prompting the demon to chuckle.
"I suppose that is true." He paused, looking thoughtful for a moment, before grinning suddenly. "Then allow me to offer some assistance." He walked up to Sam and before Sam could even blink, he found himself being gently picked up and carried in the arms of the demon, feeling as if he weighed nothing.
"What are you doing? Put me down! I can walk perfectly fine by myself!" He hissed as Crowley started to walk towards Dean, who really did seem to be relishing slicing the demon. From the looks of it, he was using Ruby's knife to carefully carve into the demon's flesh, and every so often would stab him in the chest. The demon's cries had quietened and had become weaker; now mere moans.
Sam felt Crowley laugh as he complained bitterly about his situation. "Sure you can walk by yourself, Winchester." He heard him snort in amusement. "You would have collapsed before you succeeded in putting one foot in front of the other." Crowley laughed again as Sam rolled his eyes. But before Sam could retort back, they were beside Dean, who looked at the two of them in surprise, but he slowly smiled.
"Don't say a word, Dean." Sam grumbled, yet his voice sounded weak to his ears. He saw Dean look at him in concern, and then address Crowley.
"I take it he can't walk?" He asked, looking down at the heap of blood and sobs that had once been the smirking demon attacker with utter loathing. He hated the creature for what he had done to his baby brother; for what he had been attempted to do as well.
"Oh, he can walk, but unfortunately that would result in a collapse." Sam felt Crowley's hold on him tighten for some reason. "Also I do believe shock is setting in." It wasn't until those words had been said that Sam noticed that he was shaking, and feeling desperately cold all of a sudden.
"I'm fine, honestly." Sam said through bleeding lips. "Just need to lie down, is all." Since when did he have to fight to keep his eyes open?
Dean looked worried. "Crowley, take him back to the motel room." Crowley must have pulled a face, because Dean spoke again, sounding frustrated. "I know you hate me giving out orders, but just do that for me. I'll be happy once I know he's in a safe place. Then I can finish up here." He concluded, absentmindedly kicking the sobbing wreck at his feet.
Sam felt another shudder tackle his frame, but tried to look alert. "I wanna…" He blinked, fighting the waves of nausea that had attacked him. "I wanna…"
"I think he wants to keep his word." Crowley's voice sounded dark, but also contained a touch of amusement. At Dean's querying look, he elaborated. "Apparently your moose told that pile of filth," here he looked at the demon in front of him with barely disguised disgust, "that he would kill him. And Sammy here wants to fulfil that."
Dean shook his head. "He's hurt! Just look after him while I take care of this."
"No." Sam forced himself to sound determined. He wanted to kill the thing that had cornered him and tried to humiliate him in the worse possible way. He wanted it to see him raise the blade and plunge it into his chest. He wanted it to suffer from a reversal of roles. "Dean, let me do this. Please." Personally he was amazed he had managed to say so much, and so clearly at that.
Something he said must have agreed with Dean, for his big brother slowly nodded and with a flourish, handed him Ruby' knife. Deep down Dean was darn proud of his little brother for being so brave and so determined, especially after he had been put through.
"Kill the son of a bitch, Sammy." He said, forcing himself to grin. His little brother looked terrible, all blood and bruises. He was very pale, and trembling in Crowley's arms. Maybe the demon pretended not to notice. If so, then Dean felt a tiny bit of respect for him. As Sam held the knife, Dean could see him look down on the demon below him, wearing a look of satisfaction of his beat-up face.
"Crowley, put me down, please." Sam said, struggling to sit upright. He was carefully lowered until he could stand on his own two feet. He dropped down to his knees and reached out to his would-be rapist, grabbing its throat and jerking his head up. The demon's eyes widened, but it attempted a smirk through bloody lips.
"See if you can do it, Sammy. The little wreck that you are. So worthless, so weak..." It gasped in pain, before continuing, "You are…So lucky you got rescued. I would've… completely broken you, you know." Its voice dropped to a whisper. "And you would've loved it."
Sam glared at it, cutting its throat just a little, watching it writher in pain. "You're wrong, you bastard. And I am not weak." It laughed, blood dripping from its many injuries. It looked at Dean and Crowley, before back to Sam.
"Your brother… will be killed by my Master. You will be forced to watch… As for you," this was directed at the Crossroads demon, "he will torture you for all eternity." It coughed weakly. "Sammy, you will… Be left alone."
Sam laughed sarcastically. "Put another record on." He suddenly stabbed the demon in the heart, watching as it squirmed and black smoke began to pour from its mouth, "And I told you I would kill you." He paused, a weak grin forming on his face. "And here I am." With a final shove, he buried the blade in deeper, listening as the demon howled in agony. Smoke poured from its mouth and very soon, it was dead. Sam tried to get to his feet, but felt himself stumble. Dean reached out and took his arm, and tenderly pulled his baby brother towards him. He looked him over with a sigh.
"Oh, Sammy… Are you okay? Lemme look at you." Dean gently tilted Sam's head up, choosing to ignore the flinch that his action caused. He sighed again, looking at how hurt Sam was. "I am so sorry for saying that crap back there." Dean sounded upset. "I shouldn't have; it's all bull anyway. I was just-"
"It's okay." Sam smiled weakly, happy that his brother was once again, his big brother who loved him and cared about him. "I know…Why you said it." His voice sounded quieter than ever, and this was quickly picked up by Dean, who once again looked worried.
"We're going back to the motel and getting up patched up, asap." He glanced over at Crowley. "Would you like to volunteer again?" He asked, watching as the demon rolled his eyes.
"I suppose I better." He sounded exasperated, but Dean could see he was pretending. He glanced at Sam, who was shaking and looked absolutely exhausted. Dean had his arms around him protectively, making the Crossroads demon smirk slightly.
"Could you hold him for me?" Dean hated releasing his baby brother to another demon's hold, but Crowley had helped him, he supposed. Besides, Sam was too heavy and too freakishly tall for him to support properly.
Crowley rolled his eyes. "What am I, your slave?" He shook his head before taking a step towards Dean. Sam still had his head in his brother's shoulder, and didn't look up. "Come on, darling." He said, and Dean watched as the Crossroads demon gently untangled Sam from his brother's hold, and once again Sam was being carried by the demon. Dean thought it slightly amusing to look at – the body Crowley was possessing was smaller than Sam, yet the demon was strong enough to hold his tall little brother as if he was nothing.
Sam was fighting a losing battle to keep his eyes open. He knew from experience that it was shock that he was suffering from, and he also knew that he should stay awake, but he was desperately tired. His teeth started chattering lightly, and he felt so cold and so numb. A part of his brain was screaming at him – you're letting yourself be carried by a demon, after what nearly happened to you? After what you said about demons? You hate them! What are you thinking! But Sam was strangely comfortable where he was, and with his brother at his side, who had grabbed his arm and was still holding on to it, he felt safe. Safe and secure.
"Hey, Sammy. Just stay awake for me, yeah? Come on dude, don't fall asleep!" Dean said, forcing himself to sound calm. His little brother smiled at him, looking groggy, and Dean found himself feeling panicky. The sooner they got back to their motel room, the sooner Dean could start trying to patch him up – injuries and their relationship both. "You're safe now. I'm here." He said, watching as Sam shuddered.
"Deano, are you planning on coming, or what?" The Crossroads demon asked, a tad impatient. Dean nodded quickly, eyes still pinned on his struggling brother. He once again felt an arm wrap around his own, and his was pressed closed to his brother. There was a hand placed on his forehead.
"Hold on tight." Crowley said with a grin, and the next thing Dean saw was darkness.
That was HARD to write. Seriously. Thanks to all who stuck with me and read to the end! :P Hopefully I didn't ramble or anything.
As always, reviews are welcome, as is any constructive crit. ;) Oh, this time reviews are like a Sammy glomp. Any takers? ;)