Sympathy for the Devil
Chapter Three
victorious1314
Warnings: See Chapter One
P.S. Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter 3 I'm so glad you guys like it! Reading your reviews always makes me feel so happy. Also I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in about two weeks, I've been really busy with school and such :( I'm going to try to update at least once a week from now on. Oh and by the way, what did you guys think of the mid-season finale? Personally I was freaking out the whole time, poor Sammy :'(
Sam and Dean glance at each other nervously as they pull up to an old, rundown warehouse. Dean puts the imala in park next to their dad's dark blue van. The setting sun momentarily blinds Sam as they grab their weapons bag from the trunk. Sam wants to say something about what happened at the hotel less than thirty minutes ago, but one look at Dean's hardened features makes him decide otherwise. Dean takes his gun that's loaded with silver bullets out and motions for Sam to move behind him. Dean leans back and strikes his foot against the door of the warehouse, busting it open. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust but he is instantly on high alert, searching for a threat. His eyes land on his father, tied up and bloody on the floor. Dean and Sam sprint over to him with panic stricken faces and begin untying him.
"D-Dean?" he groans and looks at them through swollen eyes. Dean continues working the complicated knot that ties his father's hands together and grunts, "Yeah, it's me dad." John's breath catches in his throat as he realizes both of his sons are here, "Sam, Dean, g-get out of here!"
Dean stops untying the knot abruptly, "We're not leaving you," his green eyes meet his terrified father's brown ones, "Are the werewolves here?" He senses Sam tense up next to him but doesn't break eye contact with John. John's rough voice makes Dean's heart drop, "It's not werewolves! That w-wasn't me on the phone!" Suddenly it feels like ice is pumping through Dean's veins and he hears a chuckle from behind him.
Sam and Dean are then pinned against the wall by an unseen force. Sam growls in pain and frustration, he could smell the demons in here the moment they stepped in. Though he ignored it when he saw the state his dad was in. A lean man with cropped black hair and matching black eyes steps towards the brothers, "Ah, it's so nice to finally meet you, Dean Winchester... And Sammy, it's so good to see you again!" His voice is manically cheery and sends a shiver down both boy's spines. Sam narrows his eyes at the man in confusion but doesn't fight against the hold he has on him, not wanting Dean or John to witness his demonic strength. Lucifer watches the scene unfold from the sidelines with curiosity. Four demons appear from behind the eerily optimistic man and grab both Sam and Dean from the wall. Dean finds himself completely paralyzed from both the demonic powers and fear. He's never encountered a demon before. John never took him on hunts where there might be demons. Dean is placed on the ground and tied to a post exactly like his father while Sam is tied to the one in between them. His eyes sweep over Sam to check for any injuries before he shoots their captures the darkest glare he can manage.
"What do you want from us?" Sam asks with an intentional tremor in his voice. Dean thinks back to the flask of blood in Sam's duffel bag, does that have something to do with this? Was Sam practicing witchcraft and somehow got involved with demons? The demon with black hair said that it was nice to see Sam 'again', how long has this been going on? It's now pitch black outside and the old, dim lights on the ceiling of the warehouse cast dark shadows on everyone. The obvious leader of the five's previously ecstatic face melts until a scowl settles on it, "Don't tell me you don't remember me, Sam." He reaches forward and strokes Sam's hair, "We had so much fun together."
Sam gasps in horror and jerks away from the taunting demon, "You," he spits venomously. "S-Sam?" Dean asks in confusion. John remains silent throughout the entire exchange but appears a bit ill as his mind conjures up images of what the demon could be implying. "Aw, c'mon, don't be like that. I was only doing my job." The demon acts offended. Sam peers up at the monster who tortured him when he was twelve through his bangs and bites out, "You've got gall, I'll give you that."
The demon waves off Sam's comment and plasters a shit eating grin across his face, "I'm sure we can look past all that nasty stuff and get along fine now!" Dean's heart thumps wildly in his chest, how does his brother know a demon? How could Dean have messed up so badly at protecting Sam that this fucker got his hands on him? Sam lets out a breathy chuckle and stares into the monster's eyes apathetically, "I'll ask you again, what do you want?"
The demon's playful exterior shifts into one of seriousness in a fraction of a second. He glares down at Sam accusingly, "Information. We want information, and you are going to give it to us." A few of the demons behind him nod in agreement. As Dean and John tremble in fear at the demon's words, Sam tilts his head to the side as if he isn't the least bit intimidated by the warehouse full of monsters. "Let us go. I don't know anything and neither does my brother or my dad." Sam struggles to contain his anger as Lucifer whispers in his ear, "Do it, Sammy. Tear them apart. He turned you into this."
The demon breaks the silence as he burst into laughter and says, "That's a good one Sammy-boy," his smile falls and he grabs a fistful of the boy's hair before slamming Sam's head against the post he is tied to. "Stop, let him go you son of a bitch!" Dean yells. Sam's eyes flicker to Dean and widen, remembering his family is present. "Damon, are you sure we should-" A female demon with long red hair speaks until Sam's screams cut her off. Damon, the black haired demon, begins slowly digging his pocket-knife into Sam's arm. Blood trickles down Sam's limb and pools next to his hand. Damon tears the blade from Sam's flesh and the squelching sound makes John's stomach clench. Tears fall steadily down Dean's cheeks as he watches his baby brother be tortured in front of him and knows there is nothing he can do to stop it.
Sam's vision fades in and out for a bit but eventually clears enough to settle on Lucifer, kneeling beside him. "Sammy, you gotta kill them now, before you get any weaker. They'll just keep torturing you, Dean, and your father until you comply with them. Even then they still might kill you."
Sam shakes his head and speaks with a hoarse voice, "W-What do you want to know?" Lucifer throws up his hands, clearly exasperated. Harry wipes his bloody knife on his pants and smiles, "I sure missed the way you screamed, Sammy. We want to know what your true purpose is. We know Azazel has been lying to us, we know you aren't really just meant to be a general and the king. What we don't know is what you really are meant to become. What hasn't Azazel been telling us?"
Sam furrows his brow in confusion, he assumed that only Lucifer, Lilith, and maybe Alistair knew about his true destiny. He didn't know Azazel knew as well. Sam looks at Lucifer to see him glaring at Damon and the other demons with rage. "Sam, you have to kill them now," Lucifer practically growls, "This isn't in the plan. This isn't supposed to be happening." Sam shakes his head and says, "No, I don't care. I won't let my family see me like that."
"He's obviously insane, Damon. How can we trust anything he says?" A male demon with a bushy beard says incredulously. Lucifer continues nonetheless, "Sam, lower level demons aren't supposed to know about the plan!" Sam hisses as a lightening bolt of pain courses through his arm suddenly and speaks through his gritted teeth, "I won't lose my family." Dean watches the scene unfold before him in confusion as his brother speaks to the space in front of him. Is Sam hallucinating from the pain and blood loss?
Lucifer shouts in anger as Damon steps forward and begins digging his thumb into the fresh wound, "You will tell me what you know, Sammy," he yells over Sam's ear-piercing wails, "I don't care if I kill you in the process, I will get my answers."
The same thing that snapped inside of Sam when he was eleven, when Brian and Nicholas were beating him up on the playground, shatters into a million pieces.
The loud sound of glass being burst open replaces the sound of Sam's screaming and everything falls silent as all traces of light drain from the room in an instant. Neither John nor Dean can see a centimeter in front of their faces as their eyes search wildly around in the darkness. Dean yells out in pain as the ropes tying him up tear from his arms so roughly that he gets a nasty rope burn and a small trickle of blood falls into the crease of his elbow. Screams yet again pervade the room and the pungent stench of blood fills the air around them.
"Sammy!" Dean calls out, putting his arms out in front of him to avoid bumping into anything. John listens carefully for the sound of either of his son's in pain but can only hear the screams from who he assumes are the demons holding them captive. All of the screams stop in unison and a loud crack echos throughout the room before John and Dean find themselves completely drenched in a warm liquid. Several thumps follow the sickening noise and when Dean takes a step forwards he feels and hears something squish under his shoe.
John shakingly fumbles for his flashlight in his breast pocket as Dean tries to hold in his screams. The flashlight flickers on and the beam of light lands directly on a piece of a torso that seems to have exploded. Dean falls onto his knees as his stomach looses its contents on the blood soaked ground beside him. John directs the light onto his eldest son who is covered, head to toe, in blood and guts.
"D-Dad?" John turns to his right and shines the flashlight on Sam's equally blood covered face. "Sam, are you hurt?" He asks the youngest Winchester, knowing fool well Sam had just been tortured as he watched helplessly. He pushes his self-loathing thoughts away as Sam speaks in a meek and tired voice, "No, I'm fine. Where's Dean?"
Dean stumbles into his father in the dark, smelling of vomit and pulls his brother into his arms gently. "Let's get the hell out of here," is all John manages to say, droplets of blood dripping down his cheeks. The three get into the impala, too shell-shocked to say a word. They get back to the motel and wait until the coast is clear to slink their blood and gore soaked selves into their room.
Once all of the Winchesters are scrubbed clean of carnage, they sit at the table, none of them knowing what to say. As Dean stitches up Sam's arm with dangerously shaking hands, John finally breaks the silence, "Sam, you're going to tell us exactly what happened in that warehouse and why those demons knew you, and you are going to tell us now." John Winchester's voice is so icy and stoic that it sends shivers down both of his son's spines.
Lucifer looks at Sam with an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face and moves to whisper into his vessel's ear, who shivers as the devil's cold breath touches the side of his face. "Last week, on my walk home from school, I saw a girl being attacked in an alley," Sam gulps as his family's eyes widen but continues anyways, "I ran up to help her, t-to get the guy off of her but he threw me against the wall without even touching me!"
Lucifer continues whispering the bullshit story for Sam to repeat into his ear, "His eyes turned black and he looked surprised to see me. He told me that he worked for the demon who killed mom and that I was special, that I was meant to be some sort of demon king!" Dean's heart rises to his throat at his baby brother's words and John can hear his blood rushing in his ears. Sam continues his lie, "Then my head started feeling like it was going to explode and I started screaming. He dropped his hold on me and I fell on the ground. The pain went away and the girl was long gone as well. He said that it, 'isn't supposed to happen this way,' and that, 'he'd see me soon.' I-I started to run so I could get to you guys but before I could leave he said that if I told you, he'd kill all of us. He tossed be a flask of something and I just took it and ran. Later on I found out it was filled with blood but I was too scared to throw it out so I hid it!" By the end of his story, Sam is blubbering like a child and Dean has his arms wrapped around him as if his body could shield him from the rest of the world.
"A-At the warehouse it took me a while to recognize him because he had a different vessel but when he said that he m-missed my screams-" Sam's sobs overpower his words yet again and Dean's arm's tighten around him instinctively. John's eyes appear watery as well but his voice betray his emotions when he angrily says, "You should have told us." Dean scoffs and defends his quaking brother, "He was scared, Dad!" John runs a hand over his tired face, "We're heading to Bobby's first thing in the morning. Some other hunters can take care of the damn werewolves."
Dean nods in agreement as he pushes a strand of his brother's damp, shaggy hair behind his ear. He finishes bandaging Sam's arm and John checks the salt lines before retiring to his adjoined room. Sam curls up next to his big brother on his bed, neither of them daring to turn off the light. They both cling to each other tightly, hoping the other can make the images of gore and blood stop flashing through their minds. Dean refuses to let himself consider the possibility that Sam could actually be meant to be a king of demons. He chants that the demon was insane and didn't know what he was talking about, that demons lie. The sound of his brother's soft breathing eventually lulls him to sleep, despite his very active thoughts.
Sam on the other hand fights down stinging tears as guilt eats away at his heart. The lies he fed to his father and brother grinding his already crushed heart into finer pieces each time he thinks about it. Lucifer rubs his shoulder and hums the same lullaby he would hum when Sam was six and had nightmares every night. Sam forces himself not to jerk away from Satan's touch in fear of waking his big brother. Needless to say, Sammy doesn't get a wink of sleep.