It was eerily silent except for the echoed whispers of two men. He could hear his heart beat and a nauseating feeling in his gut as he felt himself emerging from unconsciousness. The lone figure let out a groan. He could not yet find the strength to get up but he tried slowly moving his limbs around slightly before slowly opening his eyes.
When he opened his eyes, he could barely see. The room was dark but there was a lit candle placed on top of a wooden box and the pale moonlight that was shining through a small window high up on the wall. Sam was able to see some objects in the room, a pile of rubbish consisting of mostly papers and empty bottles and rusty old metal shelves. He rose to a sitting position, wincing at the ache that shot through his own body.
"Where am I?" He muttered to himself, trying to recall what had happened to him.
It was a typical day and he had gone out for a walk to clear his head from stress. He had reached the park before blacking out completely. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down but he couldn't. Why was he here? He didn't do anything wrong. He wondered how late it was or how long he had been here.
'God… Dean must be losing his mind…' He thought, darting his eyes around the room in an attempt to find an exit. A loud screech rang in the empty room and his eyes darted to the old metal door that opened and light, that hurt his eyes poured into the room.
"I see you're awake. That's good Sam Winchester."
Sam's eyes slowly opened to see two figures standing in the doorway and as one made his way towards him, his eyes widen. It was the same black haired man that he had seen throughout last week, always standing there and disappearing the moment Sam took another look at him. He squatted down so he was at the same height as Sam and handed him a bottle of water, "You should drink. You must be thirsty."
The Winchester hesitantly looked at the bottle before the other man snorted, "It's not poisoned it you fool."
Sam wasn't sure if he could trust the man but still, his mouth and throat were so dry he greedily took the bottle from the man's hand and gulped it down, feeling the water make its way down to his empty stomach.
"Where am I?" He asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"We're not going to tell you that of course, but don't worry, someone will come to get you." The man said before Sam narrowed his eyes, "Who is coming to get me?"
"Someone we need to… deal with. He has killed many of our… recruits, let's say and we need to deal with him."
"My brother has never, EVER killed anybody! Don't you dare hurt him! You've got the wrong guy!"
The black haired man scoffed, "Are you threating me? I can kill you so quickly, humans are so vulnerable…. We are not after your brother Sam Winchester, but your brother knows the men we are after. Don't you worry, they'll be here… we just have to be patient."
The man stood up and turned around and stepped aside. The other man who was much taller than the black haired man started walking towards the two and which each step the nauseating feeling in Sam stomach began to grow. He couldn't see his face but as he got closer, he begun to see and what he saw terrified him.
The man did not look human. There was no pupil in his eyes but instead it was glazed over with cloudy white. He had patches of hair missing from his almost hairless head and his skin was pimpled with welts of yellow puss and his some parts of his skin looked as if it was peeled off, revealing dark red muscle that was starting to scab.
Sam felt bile starting to form in his mouth before looking away and vomiting out nothing but water. He was gasping for air, terrified of the man towering in front of him. The man grabbed his face and forcefully turned it around but Sam could not meet the empty eyes of the man in front of him and instead casted his eyes downwards. The man tilted the boy's face for a few seconds before letting go and where his fingers touched Sam's face, he felt it burn.
"He is the one who will be my vessel. Prep him whilst we wait." He said, his raspy voice echoing in the room and sending chills down Sam's spine. It was as if he couldn't get a breath but his voice was still powerful and strong and it frightened Sam even more.
"Yes Master."
He begun to walk away closing the door behind him with a loud screech and bang and Sam realized what he had said, looking up to the other man, "What did he mean… prep me?"
The other man grinned and his dark brown eyes turned completely black, "You should be grateful Master thinks you will withhold his great power… Now… shall we begin?"
Sam felt his cold hands on his temples and before he could as what was happening he felt as if his head was spilt open, as if someone was breaking him down from inside his own mind, destroying it slowly.
He screamed and struggle but the man's grip was too strong, he wanted to fall unconscious so the pain would stop but he couldn't- it was as if the man was forcing him to stay away to feel the immense pain. His hands were trying to pry the strong grip from his head away but he couldn't, the other man was too strong and he continued to scream, begging for him to stop.
'God… why is this happening?! Dean… Dean help me!'
A/N: This is a short chapter guys, sorry about that. I finally finished working and now I'm able to get back into writing! Woooooooo! No Dean and Cas this chapter but I hope you like it. Please leave a review, oh my god they literally make me so happy and motivate me to write more. So please review?
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