Beneath my Skin
Sam pulled his legs tighter to his body his hands wrapped around them tightly as he tried to preserve as much body heat as he could. His shirt was soaked from lying on the cold hard floor and his head was killing him. He had spent the last three days; well he thought it was three days they all just kind of blurred into each other, trying to remember something, anything that would tell him who he was but all he kept getting was a huge fat nothing, a big fat abyss that threatened to eat him whole.
The door in the far corner of the room creaked open and bright light filtered through the gap a metallic clinking echoed through the room before the light disappeared and the door clanked shut.
Sam waited until his eyes had once adjusted to the difference in light before he made his way slowly over to the tray. He pulled it towards him and fumbled around trying to find the plastic cup of water. This would be his only meal of the day and the water was only refreshed twice a day, he had learned the first day that he had to make the bread last all day, which was considerably hard since it was only one slice of bread.
He quickly downed half of the water before putting it back on the tray and placing it to once side, next he pulled at a corner of the bread and nibbled it slowly before putting it back on the tray and moving it to one side ignoring his stomachs loud protests.
He leaned his head against the wall and once again wrapped his arms around his body. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath letting it out slowly. Someone had to be looking for him he had to have someone out there that was missing him, someone was going to come, they had to.
"I wouldn't count on that Sammy my boy" Sam turned his head and squinted his eyes as he tried to see the figure that was standing in the door way.
Dean squinted his eyes as he tried to make out the writing on the lap top before giving it up for a lost cause. He had been on the computer and leafing through books for the last three days, trying to find anything, something that would lead him back to his baby brother.
If he had just gone with them then none of this would have happened his brother would be with him right now laughing and joking over a job well done, not god knows where with the demonic son of a bitch and going through god knows what.
He felt a hand rest on his shoulder and he turned his head to see Max wrapping her arms around his neck her head leaning softly on his head. He could feel her heart beat against the back of his chest and he closed his eyes allowing himself to relax against the contact.
"We're gonna get him back" She muttered her hands travelling down her chest to stop just above his heart, she placed a feather light kiss to the top of his head and scooted around so she was sitting in his lap.
"I promise" Dean nodded head and wrapped his hands around her waist, he so wanted to believe her, he wanted to be able to believe her, butt there was just something that was telling him that many this wasn't going to go the way every one wanted.
They had almost lost Sam tot eh demon once and he had fought like hell against him, but Dean really didn't know that Sam would have the strength to fight him again. He sighed to himself and felt Max shift her position so her head was leaning against his chest her hands thumbing his shirt.
"Tell me what your thinking about" She whispered to him and Dean sighed, how could he tell her what eh was thinking? How could he tell her what he had found out when he had almost died? They were all devastated over the loss of Sam all working day in day out to find him. How could he tell her that it would destroy her?
"I can't find no demonic activity it's like the demons decided to take a holiday" Dean replied hoping Max would just drop it, but Max being Max she didn't.
She moved from her position and looked him in the eyes, telling him without saying a word that she knew something more was going on and she wasn't taking no for an answer, she wanted to know what was going on and she anted to no now.
"Max can we drop this until we get Sam back?" He questioned his voice betraying his weariness, in any normal situation Max would have agreed but she knew he knew something, something that could be important.
"No Dean we're doing this now" She commanded and Dean nodded his head.
"Ok" Dean said his closed his eyes wondering how best to word what he was going to say.
"I know why the demon wants you" He muttered softly his eyes caressing hers, she shook her head and raised her brow not sure what he was trying to say, she had waited for an explanation like this for a long time and she was finally getting it.
Instead of talking Dean brought his hand up to touch the amulet that as hanging loosely round her neck. She followed with her eyes and her confusion grew as her own hand wound around Deans, her eyes wondering back up waiting for him to continue.
"This has healing capabilities and in a great time of need it connects with the closet amulet and heals" max nodded her head knowing that now was not the time to interrupt if she wanted to hear what he had to say.
"It also can restore a demon to his fall power in a sense giving the demon immortality" Dean finished and Max raised her brow she had a really bad feeling of where he was taking this,
"But it will only work for the person who wears it and seems you are good it will not work for the demon" Max's eyes widened.
"So your saying" Dean nodded
"The demon needs you to be evil so the amulet will work for him and give him immortality"
"That's why you didn't want me to kill Tristan, because if I killed him in cold blood I would have been in a senses evil" Dean nodded his head remembering back to when he was unconscious and Tristan had invaded his mind and gave him all the information he needed not knowing he would wake up.
"Yea Max" Max shook her head and removed herself from his lap
"Max wait" Max shook her head and pulled her arm from his grasp.
"Dean no I need air…….. Please?" Dean nodded his head and watched as she left knowing that the war was only going to get worse and he could lose two people he loved.