Episode: 5.10 Abandon All Hope

Author: CaptainLon

Title: Connected to the Devil

Summary: Lucifer finds another way to be connected to Sam

Note: Alt. version of the episode, but the storyline is the same, same things happens, but this is with a "What If" in it.

Sam hurried out on Bobby's porch the moment Dean had gotten out of his chair to check up Jo.

"Damnit," he silently cursed to himself and leaned heavily on one of the posts holding the porch roof up and planted a hand to his clammy forehead. He forced himself to focus on one of the scrapped cars in the salvage yard, but his vision was starting to blur and the oncoming vision was on him in seconds. He clutched to the post as a moan rolled up his throat and images flashed through his head like a movie. The images flashed so quickly, but he caught the image of Jo shooting at something with a shotgun, the back of a brown haired woman, Dean and Ellen running then nothing.

He gasped and opened his eyes. He was still clutching the post, but he was sitting on the floor now, one leg resting under him and the other propped up against his chest. Then he noticed a pair of hands gripping his knee and talking harshly to him.

"Sam damnit. How many did you have to drink?" Dean asked and Sam raised his head enough to see his brother kneeling in front of him, one hand already running through his hair and down his back - checking for any injury, but found none.

"Sam?" Dean asked, but Sam just sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his head against the post.

"I'm okay," Sam reassured, patting the hand on his knee.

"That's not what I call okay, dude. You were burning up just seconds ago and now you're suddenly just fine again? Sam. Tell me what's going on," Dean forced, refusing his brother to keep secrets from him again. Sam didn't say anything at first, just rested his forehead against his crowded knee. Dean looked up over his shoulder and noticed Castiel a little distance away, listening, but letting the brothers be alone.

"I think it's visions," Sam finally admitted. He only had one vision previous to this, but he realized he couldn't lie to Dean. Not after everything his lying had led to over the last year.

"Vision? How? I thought they were always connected to the Yellow Eyed Demon?" Dean frowned, not moving his hand away from between Sam's knee and forehead.

"I thought so too," Sam admitted and looked up, looking much better already. Tired, but better. They were quiet for a few moments, listening to the sound of Bobby, Ellen and Jo inside the house.

"What did you see?" Dean asked curiously and helped Sam up into a standing position.

"Just you, me and the others in some deserted town. I think it's where we're going tomorrow," Sam said and straightened up, letting Dean know he didn't need help and didn't want the others to know what had happened. Dean was about to say something else when he heard Bobby inside the house, telling them all to come into the same room to pose for a photo. Dean silently rolled his eyes and heard Ellen voice his thoughts. The photo was over quickly, Castiel being the usual dead-serious self, killing the mood with one line.

"I think I'm going to bed early," Sam said shortly and Ellen gave him a motherly hug out of nowhere. It was a sweet gesture though before she shushed him off with a snicker.

No surprise, Dean came and joined him hardly a minute later in their room at Bobby's.

"Maybe it has something to do with Lucifer," Dean said a little later as they both laid in their beds,

"The visions."

Sam sighed and rolled over to lie on his side and look out the window, back to Dean,

"Maybe."

"How long has this been going on?" Dean asked and Sam could easily track down the almost accuse in it.

"The first one I got during my sleep two nights ago. I didn't say anything because I wasn't sure if it was just a crazy, painful dream," Sam said quietly,

"I don't know what it was. Just some old man in a store, looking up at something and then everything went white."

"I hope you weren't planning on keeping it a secret from me if I hadn't come out on the porch tonight?" Dean asked, the accusing tone gone now despite the comment.

"I woke up in almost fever that night and when I started getting ill now I realized it had to be something else then a dream, so yes, I would have told you. I've learned my lesson now," Sam assured Dean, but not turning around.

"Good," Dean said satisfied,

"Thanks."

"Why didn't I get a vision of this? If I had none of this would have happened!" Sam complained, trying hard to keep his voice down as he marched back and forth in the back of the hardware store they were being held up by hellhounds.

"Sam you're not blaming yourself for this?" Dean watched his little brother's rigid movements while running a hand through his short hair. Sam stopped up for a second to look at him before continuing walking around, not answering the question.

"You don't choose what to see in the visions. You couldn't possibly know Jo was going to be..." Dean trailed off, swallowing hard. By the looks of it things didn't look very bright for the young girl.

"I should have known something bad would happen when I saw her shooting in the vision," Sam said quietly.

"How? Sam, stop. Stop it!" Dean straightened up and grabbed Sam by the shoulders, forcing Sam to focus on him.

"Fine. It's not my fault," Sam said unconvincingly. It wasn't before then Dean noticed how feverish Sam's skin was starting to look. Just seconds later his brow started the furrow and Sam let out a small gasp.

"Vision?" Dean asked and Sam nodded slowly, grabbing his head with a hand.

"Ah damnit," Sam cursed and wavered in place. Dean quickly locked a secure arm around Sam's waist and let his brother lean his forehead against his shoulder as the vision took hold.

It felt as if his head was going to burn up as something exploded in his vision followed by himself and Dean running off into the dark, no sign of Jo and Ellen.

"No," Sam gasped, trying desperately to pull out of the visions.

"Sam?" Dean spoke up when suddenly the rigid body collapsed and the oldest Winchester found himself grow weak in the knees and thudded to the ground with his brother.

"Dean?" Dean looked up as he heard Ellen's voice nearby, cursing silently as he adjusted Sam against him.

"I'll be right there," Dean raised his voice so Ellen could hear him,

"Sam. Come on man, this is extremely bad timing," he let Sam's head rest against the crook of his elbow while he checked him over. Luckily he came back around pretty quickly.

"Something tells me these visions is even worse then the ones you used to get?" Dean asked as Sam sat up, looking ever so grumpy.

"It's that obvious?" Sam said, getting up on his own.

"What did you see?" Dean quickly asked as Sam was already on his way back to the girls.

"The place blowing up," Sam said shortly and before Dean had a chance to ask out more they were in front of the girls, Jo looking even worse then before. Ellen looked up at them teary eyed and told them Jo's plan. Sam and Dean shared a knowing look.

"It's awful, I know," Lucifer grimaced trying to seem sympathetic, but seemingly not worrying about making it believable,

"These horsemen are so demanding," he explained and showed more dirt into the mass grave of women and children. Sam closed his eyes for a second, forcing himself to not throw up.

"So how's things going? How's my favorite vessel?" Lucifer tilted his head a little in Sam's direction and leaned on the shovel, actually showing real interest,

"Ah don't look so shocked. I'm not lying to you, you humans are some useless maggots, but you Sam. I am truly thankful you're my vessel. Imagine how I would look if you were a dwarf or something. No you're special," Lucifer snickered and Sam bit his bottom lip, not finding the Devil's ramblings amusing whatsoever.

"Is that all you got? Talk s..." Sam groaned when the beginning of a vision made his skin feverish again. He barely noticed Lucifer frown and walk closer before he was occupied by flashing images.

"You're not looking so fresh there," Lucifer's borrowed face was the first thing Sam saw of the real world and he jumped back, sorely missing his brother.

"Are you doing this to me?" Sam asked, palming his forehead, the fever taking a little longer time going away now.

"Ah so the visions are working? I wanted you to have a connection to me," Lucifer admitted, but he actually looked just a little worried, though he had time looking over his shoulder to the mass grave. Sam merely nodded.

"I thought you were stronger then that. I thought you would handle it, but apparently I was wrong. An honest mistake. I still haven't broken my promise. I haven't hurt you intentionally," Lucifer excused and looked over Sam's shoulder to where Dean was now sitting up against a fence,

"Well, I'm running out of time and since you're obviously not going to say yes today I'll let you go for now," Lucifer straightened up to leave, but stopped again.

"The visions won't trouble you anymore," Lucifer smiled and placed his palm against Sam's forehead and everything turned black.

"Damnit Sam, that was about freakin' time!" Dean's distressed voice was the first thing Sam heard as he come to again. The first thing he saw was the ceiling of Bobby's living room and he jumped up,

"What happened?" he gasped, grabbing his forehead. He looked over his shoulder and saw Castiel just as the angel came closer and placed his whole hand against the side of his head and brought it back until it was resting against his chest.

Before Sam could even think of struggle out of the grasp he was let go of,

"He's fine," Castiel informed, keeping one hand on Sam's shoulder.

"It's okay, Sam," Dean sat down beside Sam, patting his brother's knee,

"The first thing I saw when I woke up was Lucifer before you collapsed. I just had to make sure he didn't do anything to you."

"I think he might have stopped the visions," Sam said and for the first time he noticed Bobby nearby, giving him a sad smile.

"How did we get here?" Sam asked.

"Castiel showed up soon after," Dean said shortly. Again Sam just nodded and looked at the photo Dean was holding in his hand. All of them together one last time. Dean's eyes glued to Jo's face.

"Anyway, I need to go for a little while," Dean put the photo down and looked at Sam,

"Cas' gonna beam me over to the Impala," he explained and Sam frowned,

"Don't worry. I'll be out of there before you can blink. Nothings' gonna happen, Sammy," Dean smiled sadly when he easily read his little brother's face. When Dean got ready to stand up Sam grabbed his arm so he sat down again,

"I had another vision when I was with Lucifer," Sam said, wanting to prove once and for all that he could tell the truth even though Dean had no idea about it.

"Really?" Dean instantly looked worried,

"Of what?"

"I... I'm not sure. It can't be. I saw Adam," Sam swallowed hard and both of Dean's eyebrows almost vanished into his hairline.

"Adam? As in half brother Adam?" Dean looked over at Bobby who was talking to Castiel, not paying attention to them,

"Maybe it's a... I mean, there's no way the ghoul survived when I was done with it."

"Whatever it is I don't like it. Seeing as the visions has something to do with Lucifer," Sam sighed and sat back in the sofa. Dean thought about it, but couldn't really explain it,

"I guess we'll find out," Dean gave Sam one last pat on the thigh before standing up and left, leaving Sam on the sofa and Bobby in his wheelchair.

"It's not your fault, Sam," Bobby said quietly, knowing all too well what both Winchesters was thinking. Sam didn't say anything, just laid down on the sofa again, needing a real sleep and letting go of the harsh real world for some hours.