Chapter 10

"There are so many ways to be brave in this world. Sometimes bravery involves laying down your life for something bigger than yourself, or for someone else. Sometimes it involves giving up everything you have ever known, or everyone you have ever loved, for the sake of something greater"

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Real World

Once Crowley was gone, the present demons around Sam's slumped figure held him by their arms, practically forcing him to walk through the long corridors of hell. The sound of tortured souls biting their tongues, resisting the torture for as long as they could, made him sweat. Some tortured ones would scream, begging for help, begging to be rescued. They shouted names, as if the people they loved would come to save them.

Every single thing reminded him of Dean, but in this particular occasion, it hit him harder than any punch or physicall wound he could ever recieved. Dean had been tortured in hell for forty years, being teared apart member by member, until he could take no more. He had been scared, and he could do nothing to save him, just like the family or friends of the tortured souls that would be forever suffering behind a locked metal door.

It had all been planned. Dean torturing souls, breaking the first seal. Him killing Lilith, breaking the last one. The rational part of him told him that it was not entirely his fault things had gone sideways, however, he could not allow to feel empathy to relieve the pain he had caused at the moment. Even if he hadn't caused the end of the world on his own, he had decided to give in to the demon blood in the first place. That was his biggest mistake. Trusting a demon had been the worst mistake he could ever commite. Maybe he had given in because they were related. He was a monster, just like them. It was something he decided not to see, walking blindfolded through life, thinking he could marry a girl and have a real home, a real wife.

Jess... Was Jess in hell? He'd never stopped to analyze that. Not even after she died. It was still painful to say her name, leave alone think about where her soul would be in for the rest of eternity. If she was in hell, he would save her, sending her to heaven. God, he'd been so stupid! His existence on this planet only brought pain and death to the ones he loved the most.

When he recieved a punch to the stomach, reallity came to him, finding himself chained from his waist and feet. He could not run away. He wouldn't, even if he was magically freed. Actually, this was a good time to realize that he had to stop running from his past. It would catch up to him, whether he were there or in China. Life was good at giving paybacks.

"About time! Now, you gonna do this on your own or we will have to make you?" asked one of the demons, holding a glass filled with blood.

Sam nodded quietly, holding the given glass in his shaky hands. The thought of drinking demon blood was making him feel sick. He could not deny he, deep down, enjoyed chugging on that toxic substance, but the memories of Dean's disappointed look was stronger.

"Come on, Winchester! I'm not gonna ask you twice!" yelled the same demon, hearing the other one laughing.

Sam brought the heavy glass to his lips, closed his eyes, and allowed the thick liquid into his mouth. He tried to swallow, convincing that it was just water or beer, anything but that. When he succeded, the taste invaded his senses, blocking everything else.

"You're a monster, Sam. You're a freaking vampire, and I am giving you a fair warning. I am done trying to save you, you hear me? Dad told me to kill you or save you. I see you one more time, and you know what will happen."

"Freak"

"It means you're a Monster"

"The Sam I knew is gone"

"Just when you thought you were out, they pull you back in, huh Sammy?"

" 'cause whatever we have in common, love, family, will be always used against us. We will have a better chance to end the apocalypse if we're apart. We are weaker when we are together, Sam"

"Goodbye, Sam"

Thoughts started to torment him, causing him to spit the blood that was on his mouth. He dropped the glass without meaning to, sensing how cold drops of it ended up in his hands and arms. The rest of it ended up on the floor.

What came next was unexpected, but he was too lost in his thoughts, and also chained, to defend himself. The demons started to beat him up, delivering hard kicks to his chest and stomach, laughing every time he screamed in pain. They held him by his hair, making him stand on his feet, just to punch his face without mercy, until he could no longer open his left eye and his mouth was filled, this time, with his own blood. Sam was pretty sure his nose was broken, and some ribs too. It was hard to breathe, even after minutes that the demons left him alone in the room, panting and exhausted, trying to hold back the tears sliding down his cheeks.

It was not long until the demons came back, dragging a chair and duct tape. He hissed in pain when one of them made him stand up again, forcing him to sit on it.

"You wanna know something, Sammy? There's a... doctor here. At least we call him that. Since you won't drink what you were given, we must move to plan B. This time, you won't have to swallow it. We will take, this problem... you, better said, in our hands" murmured the second demon to his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

Sam had an idea of what was coming to him, but he still struggled, unconsciously trying to break free from the chair. It was pretty much a natural reflex when he found himself in trouble. Naturally, those actions brought bad consequences. A particular fist making contact to one of his broken ribs made him scream, feeling more blood in his mouth. He could not tell if it was his own blood or not, but that didn't matter. After all, he was just like them.

When he felt a needle piercing his skin, he closed his eyes, wishing for unconsciousness to come for him. He didn't need to remember how the demon blood made him feel. It felt like being high, having the adrenaline to take the world on his shoulders. It felt so freaking intoxicating good, till it washed off his sistem, leaving him shaking and hallucinating in a panic room.

Sam opened his eyes, finding the demons standing there by his side, with evil wide smiles on their faces, satisfied with what they had done to him. Dropping his head to his chest, Sam breathed heavily, swallowed his fear and closed his eyes again. He was doing the right thing. There was no turning back now.

Author's Note: Hey guys! Here's another chapter for you all. Sorry for not updating in a long time. I have been really busy and dealing with depression and suicidal thoughts. Depression took my inspiration away, but someone inspired me today to do it. Thank you, Brittkw, for making me remember that I can still write. This chapter is for you. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Btw, I have a great ending planned for this fiction! Two more chapters, and that's it! If you want me to continue, please review to let me know what you think. See you soon :)