A/N – A few days early ^_^ I am going to try to post a new chapter every weekend, chapter 12 and 13 started out being all one chapter but I decided to break it in half. That way I would have a little lead way for next week so that I am ahead of my schedule instead of behind.
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Saving Sam
Chapter 12
Sam wasn't sure how long he sat there huddled against the wall in the sketchy motel; his mind was racing weighing his options. Did he really want to go down the slippery slope associated with demons blood even if it meant he might get Dean back? Would Dean even want to come back knowing what he had done? He could just imagine Bobby frowning down at him from where ever he went to.
Death first then I'll debate from there he pushed the thoughts of the demon blood to the back of his mind. He tried to think of who Dean had contacted when he needed to talk to Death, because the summoning/binding spell they used last time was completely out of the question. Death did not enjoy being on a leash and he had promised their demise the next time they attempted it.
He rose to his feet and went over to his duffel, sitting on the bed that would normally be occupied with his brother. He pulled his father's journal from the bag and leafed through looking for his contacts. He fished his phone from the depths of his pocket and dialed a number, as it rang he chewed on his bottom lip nervously.
'How did you get this number?'
"Doctor Robert? My name is Sam; I believe you knew my father, John, and brother, Dean."
'Ah yes what can I do for you Sam?'
"I need you to kill me."
'Whoa there kid, I don't do assisted suicides…'
"No, I'll need you to kill me and bring me back after. I need to speak to someone."
'Call it Déjà vu but I remember Dean asking for that same deal not that long ago. What is with you boys and dying.'
"How much?"
'Two thousand up front.'
Sam wrote Dr. Robert's address down on a scrap of paper, he bid the older man farewell and ended the call. He would need to hustle some pool on his way to Dr. Robert but he was pretty sure that wouldn't be that hard to do, first he needed to sleep.
He had no clue how long he had actually been there in purgatory, there was no physical passing of the days in the dark forest. It felt like a really long time though. He watched his companion from where he sat on the other side of the small fire they had made. A while back, shortly after Cas swept him away from certain death, they found a small cave… it was more of a hole in the rocky ground that had a small man-sized crawl hole entrance. It was safe. Cas seemed to be different since they had arrived here too, more lucid almost back to normal, though he hadn't said anything to the angel about it yet.
He turned his attention to the chunk of meat that the angel was holding over the flame, Dean at first refused to consume anything that came from this place but his hunger started to get to him. Well that and the pointed look that Castiel had shot him after hearing the hunter's stomach rumble for the umpteenth time. After a while you get use to the smell of burnt flesh, and with the number of creatures here they could survive as long as they needed. One thing that Dean didn't think he'd ever get use to was the cold, Purgatory filled you with an intense sensation of being cold and empty that was almost impossible to shake.
"I wonder how Sammy is holding up…" Dean broke the silence between the two, shifting his gaze from his companion to stare into the flames.
"He's probably looking for a way to get us back, He has Gabriel with him, I'm sure they are keeping each other grounded. What about you?" At least Cas hoped that his brother hadn't left the younger hunter alone to cope with the loss. He handed Dean the stick that speared the, now, cooked meat.
"I'm tired… save the world how many times and when you think it's going to get better you end up in Purgatory. So yeah Cas, I'm just done. It seems that this hasn't been all bad for you… you seem normal… well not crazy anymore." He pulled a piece of the meat from the chunk on the stick and tasted it. He supposed it tasted like chicken… some freaky ass werewolf chicken… he nibbled on it as he met gaze of the blue eyed angel in front of him.
"Well. The memories and pain that I lifted from your brother's soul seemed to have vanished. And I can no longer see the paths of bees, but maybe that would be because purgatory has no insects." Genuine concern showed in his eyes, if he was sane now, would that mean that Sam would be put through the soul-crushing burden of his memories from the cage? Would the younger hunter even survive that without his whole support system in place?
"Sam…" He trails off, seeing the concern in the angel's eyes makes him positive that they were thinking the same thing. Dean let out a sad sigh as he prayed to any entity that would listen that they would make it out of purgatory soon and that Sam would be okay.
Sam had only gotten a few hours' sleep before a nightmare deemed it impossible to keep his eyes closed. The sleepy hunter eyed the clock on the bedside table, noting the ungodly hour, and figured that if he hit the road now he'd make his destination by noon. He tried to shake the memory of the nightmare from his mind… this was his first one since before Cas took his burden.
He silently prayed his thanks for the fact that he was unable to recall his nightmare, whatever it had consisted of he figured he was better off not remembering. He gathered the few items that he had taken the time to unpack before leaving the motel room. A sad sigh passed from his lips as he eyed the car parked in front of him, the Impala had definitely seen better days, he took his spot behind the wheel and started the engine.
Several hours later, two pit stops and four states later he pulled into a diner just inside the city limits. The bell dinged as he made his way towards one of the unoccupied booths in the far corner of the small building. He ducked into the booth, facing the door and giving him a good view of the other customers, none of which were paying him an ounce of attention. He couldn't shake the feeling of someone following him though, it had started a few hours ago while he was driving but there were no other cars on the road with him. The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled him from his paranoid musings.
"Hrm?" He looked up to see the waitress had been looking at him as if she expected an answer from him; she gave a smile and repeated her question regarding his drink choice. Figuring it was too early for beer he opted for a coffee instead, she jotted it down and gave him a wink before letting him have a few minutes to decide on his order.
"Are you new in town? I haven't seen you around and trust me if I had I'd have remembered someone as cute as you" She sat his coffee down in front of him and leaned against the table. Sam looked up at here again, meeting her gaze, with a small smile. She was young, twenty-five tops, and had a very shapely figure. Her honey blond hair hung just past her shoulders and her green eyes were very intent on undressing the young hunter mentally. Sam was sure if he should feel violated or intrigued.
"I just got in, for business. I'll have the special." Sam thought for a moment that she was going to say something else but she gave him a nod and hurried to put his order in. She glanced back over her shoulder but he didn't meet her gaze. She returned shortly after to deliver his food but she didn't linger, a number of other tables had filled in that short time as their lunch time crowd piled in.
He picked up some of the scrambled eggs on his fork and brought them to his mouth, he then started to get another bite ready when he noticed the food on his plate was covered in maggots. He jerked back and dropped his fork; he looked around the diner for anyone or someone. He found that no one was paying him any attention and when he looked back to his plate he found the maggots were missing.
He left a few dollars on the table for the young woman and made his way to the counter to pay, even though he was still quite hungry the shock of what just occurred just killed his will to eat. He made his way out of the diner and back to the safety of the car that for all intent and purpose has been his home. He sat for a moment before starting the car and heading towards his destination, still trying to get the fact that he just relived one of the tricks that occurred when Lucifer was riding shotgun with him.
It'll be ok Sam; Cas took that part of you with him to purgatory… Lucifer is still in the cage, you are not there. He pulled into a free parking place in front of the Chinese grocery and meat market; he checked the slip of paper again and made sure that this was the address that Doctor Robert had given him. He let out a sharp breath before getting out of the car and going into the questionable building.
"I'm looking for…" Sam was cut off by the man behind the counter pointed toward the door in the back of the store, he hesitated but after a moment Sam made his way towards the door. He heard a buzzing sound once he got near the door, assuming it was to allow him to open it. Opening the door he found a set of stairs, figuring he should follow the stairs he makes his way up them, only to find another door at the top of the stairs. He calmed his nerves as he knocked on the door.
"Sam Winchester? Son, I stitched up your daddy more times than I can count, let me tell you. Oh, it's good to see you. 'Course, that was ages ago, back when, uh, I still had my medical license. Right this way." The older man ushered the hunter inside of the small apartment turned medical office. The good doctor introduced his assistant before mentioning the necessary preliminaries, in which case Sam handed over an envelope with the money, everything was ready to go. Sam took his position on the examination table and pulled something from his coat before laying it on the chair beside of the table.
"Uh...So...listen, if, uh, someone shows up after I… you know. Could you give him this?" Sam handed the older man a letter with Gabriel scrawled on the front. He had a feeling that his death would bring to archangel running… or flying?
"Nothing for Dean?" He asked as he laid the letter on the table beside of the envelope of money.
"Dean is… unreachable currently. Let's just get this started." He let himself be pushed down onto the cold table. He vaguely remember Doctor Robert telling him that he'd have three minutes before they brought him back, or the fact that the assistant was injecting something into his IV line. He felt his body grow heavy as his eyes closed for what felt like a second to him.
"No pulse, no sinus rhythm. He's gone" The assistant looked over to the Doctor as he started the timer on his watch. Neither of the two heard the flutter of wings enter the room, but both of their heads snapped to the voice that filled the seemingly empty room.
"Sam? Sam! What did you two do Sammy, so help me father I will kill you!" a very irate archangel stood in the room behind the pair, though his eyes were focused on the prone form of his mate.
"You must be Gabriel, this is for you." Having recovered from the shock of having a man appear out of thin air the older Doctor handed the seething angel the envelope that Sam had given him.
A/n – There ya go, a nice cliffhanger for ya. Also if anyone is interested in beta'ing for me toss me a PM. Never bothered with one before but I'd be interested in trying? I dunno. Anywho chapter 13 will be out by next weekend if not before.
