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1:09:22

Dean was discharged from the hospital that night, seeing as he was completely fine. The doctors wanted to keep him in, but he wasn't going down without a fight, so an hour later found John, Dean and Sam all in the motel. Sam went to wash off the dirt, and secretly fix his head. He had a minor concussion, nothing to worry about. When Sam came out of the bathroom, Dean was lying on his bed and John was sitting at the table, looking down at his papers. John and Dean looked up at the same time. Sam smiled.

"How are you feeling?" Sam asked. He looked down at his watch.

1:15:44

Dean smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Sam frowned and looked at John. John sighed.

"Sam, what did you do?" John asked. Sam felt dread curling into his chest. He decided to play dumb.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." Sam said slowly.

"Bullshit, Sam, what did you do?" Dean yelled, sitting up in bed. Sam flinched, and then thought of a lie. He sighed.

"Fine, I did do something," Sam said. Dean's eyes widened as John's narrowed.

"What did you do, Sam?" John growled, standing up. Sam grinned.

"I went after that…uh….creature thing. I killed it with the sword, but it broke. Oh, and I think I have a concussion." Sam lied easily. He just wanted to be happy for the last twenty three hours of his…..life, Sam guessed. Sam sighed and sat down on his bed.

"Sam?" Dean said quietly. Sam closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Dean, Dad. I shouldn't have done it. Well, at least not without someone." Sam said, opening his eyes. Dean sighed, and John gave a soft smile.

"You did good, son. You did good." John said, and Sam knew, that in his short, few hours of the rest of his life, he could be in peace.

4:00:33

Sam had fallen asleep. When he awoke, he had shot up and was gasping. He couldn't seem to catch his breath. Then he was coughing, and his head hurt, and he was panicking. He got the chance to look at his watch.

4:01:12

His heart nearly stopped, which sent him into another bout of coughing. Dean and John both had to come to his aid. He couldn't breathe.

"I can't…..gasp….breathe!...gasp!" He managed to get out, before Dean had slapped him across the face. Sam stopped gasping, and started coughing again, and then regained his breath. He glanced at his watch again.
4:03:37

Sam sighed and ran a hand down his face. Dean slid into bed with him that night. He fell asleep pretty quickly, though, still staring at his watch.

10:44:09

Sam woke up slowly this time, with his face buried in Dean's chest. He sighed and snuggled in closer, breathing in the smell of soap and leather that clung to his skin. Sam smiled, and then glanced at his watch.

10:45:12

Sam felt tears stinging his eyes, but he fought them and sat up. His Dad was already up, which was good.

"Hey, Sam. How's your head, kiddo?" John asked his youngest. Sam grinned.

"Great, Dad. It's great." He said. Sam jumped up and went into the bathroom. John frowned after his youngest, but said nothing. He met Dean's eyes, and Dean had the same look.

"Wonder what he did." Dean mumbled. John nodded.

"Or maybe you could give him the benefit of the doubt." Said a deep voice. They turned around at the same time to see a man in a suit standing there. He grinned.

"Hello. I'm here to speak to Sam." The man said. John drew his gun and aimed it at the man.

"Why do you want to speak to him?" John growled. Dean grabbed his gun and trained it on the man as well. The man let out a laugh.

"Why don't you ask him that?" The man said. And then his eyes flicked black as he nodded to the bathroom. John turned his head to see a very pale, trembling Sam in the doorway.
"It hasn't been twenty four hours." Sam whispered hoarsely. The demon smiled.

"That's not what I'm here for." The demon said. Sam stood up straighter, and walked forward.

"What do you want?" Sam snapped.
"I came over to visit."

"Then you can piss off."

"No. I want to see you in action."

"I'll show you action, you son of a bitch." Sam growled. The demon laughed.

"Sure you will, Sammy." The demon said in mock sympathy. Sam growled and glanced down at his watch.

10:50:33….34…35

Sam tore his eyes away from the watch.

"Leave, please. I just want to spend what time I have left…well…in peace." Sam pleaded. The demon snorted.

"You have thirteen hours left, Sam." The demon said, and then he was gone. Sam collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Holy hell." Dean whispered. He was then dragging Sam to the bed and sitting him down.

"Sam, what happened? What did you do?" Dean asked. Sam whimpered.

"It threw me against a tree. I had only an hour left. The sword was broken, and it was gone. I made a deal, you for me, but it's different." Sam whispered.

"What's different, Sam?" John asked.

"He's going to change my personality completely. I will be someone who everyone hates, someone who loves hunting, and probably a drug junkie." Sam moaned. He put his head in his hands as Dean and Dad started yelling at him.

He didn't want to go.