Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
I decided to try a chapter in first person point of view. Please tell me what you think about this change in perspective. Should I do it more? Should I stop?
Any words in italics in this chapter are Sam's thoughts.
In the blink of an eye, my surroundings had changed. Instead of gravestones, I saw Azazel sitting in a chair next to me. Looking down, I realized I was also sitting down. A good thing, too. My head was killing me.
Azazel leaned back in his chair. "Soon enough you'll be able to teleport without the unfortunate... side effect." As my head cleared, his words sunk in.
"There is no way I will let you teleport me enough for me to get used to this headache." I looked up at Azazel when he let out a small laugh. What's so funny?
"Sammy, you misunderstand me. You are going to become strong enough to withstand teleportation. Why, what you pulled on your little friend at the graveyard is nothing compared to what you will soon be able to do."
I cringed at the reminder at what had happened only moments ago. I'm sorry, Ellen. I jerk up in my seat, an unsettling thought coming to mind. "How the hell did I control Ellen?" In the moment, making Ellen put her gun to her head seemed so natural, as if I'd done it all my life. That scared me more than I cared to admit.
Azazel was watching the emotions cross my face with what looked like... Was that sympathy? "I know this must be hard for you to accept, seeing as how you've been suppressing your abilities for so long, but you're more special than you realize, Sammy. Now that you're with me, those powers you've been keeping lock away for so long are starting to come out."
My mind was whirring with thoughts. I have more powers? But to unlock her powers, Ava turned evil. Shit, I'm not turning evil, am I? I'm working with a demon, sure, but I'm doing it to protect the people I love! Surely that means I'm not evil, right?
"All you have to do to reach your full potential is to have the 'all or nothing' mindset. At the graveyard, you got the ability to make others do your bidding because you knew you had to open the gate at any cost. You can't go half-assed on this, Sammy-boy. The faster you commit yourself to my cause, the faster you become the man I always knew you'd be, and the faster my- uh, your army gets their leader."
Maybe Azazel isn't lying, for once. It makes sense; Ava wanted to be the last person standing. But still...
"What about my visions? Jake's strength? Max's telekinesis?" I looked accusingly at Azazel.
"I said to reach your full potential, not to use some powers. Because of the boost I gave you when you were a child, you have some talents that come naturally, like your visions. Anything else will take commitment and practice." Azazel stood up. "Sorry to leave so soon, but I have to double check the security of your new home. Don't want that brother of yours dropping by, now do we?"
Azazel disappeared, leaving me to check out my surroundings. I stood up and started to walk around, taking in every detail. The walls of brick were dark, by mud or a trick of the dim light, I couldn't tell. Even though candles were the only light source, they were everywhere: in chandeliers hanging from chains from the ceiling, in stands ranging from the kind you put on a desk to ones that stand on the floor, and some just sat on the furniture without a candle holder. The double doors were made of wood, resembling castle doors with the Iron crisscrossing them, adding reinforcement. There were some shelves in the back corner to the left of the doors. I walked closer. The shelves were empty, obviously unused by all the dust on them. Pillars ran from the door to the front of the room to a raised section in the back. The chairs where I sat with Azazel earlier were on the raised platform.
Two chairs? Ugh, the yellow-eyed bitch probably thinks we're partners now. I sighed and shook my head. At least I'm not underground. I thought as I saw a window above the platform. Pale moonlight streamed through, as if the candlelight wasn't creepy enough. There were two other windows in the room, one on the right wall, across from the shelves, the other directly above the shelves. On the right of the raised platform was a door with a faded word on it: facilities.
Where am I? Obviously, the demons didn't build this place; they don't need to use a bathroom. Maybe I'll find out more clues as to where I am in a drawer or something. On the right side of the room was a side table with one of the various candle holders. Opening the drawer, it looked like someone had thrown papers in there with haste. Picking one up, I tried to read the faded words.
"Patient's Log: Fredrick Jones. Patient has relapsed back into his fantasy for the fifth time now. We're losing hope for him." Patient's log? I squinted at the very top of the page. I could just barely make out the words: Needham Asylum. At least I knew where I was. But why an asylum? The questions were piling up while the answers were scarce. Putting the patient's log down and closing the drawer, I continued my observations.
I noticed with a grimace a rack of weapons was against the far wall, the weapons illuminated by candlelight, making the room seem that much more like a dungeon. I rummaged through more drawers, many filled with miscellaneous papers, but didn't find out much more on the place. I walked up to the black cabinet on the wall to the right of the door, grabbed the handle, and tried to open it. Tried. Failed. The door was locked. If that didn't scream suspicious, nothing would. I took my lock-pick out of my pocket and quickly got the cabinet open. Inside was an arsenal of torture devices, knives, hooks, weapons with barbed tips, a cat o'nine tails, a variety of clamps, and more. I shut the cabinet and heard it lock. I hope the demons brought those and they weren't used on the patients at the asylum.
Suddenly, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I could've sworn I felt... It was weird, but I thought I felt Azazel's presence. I knew he wouldn't appreciate me snooping, so I walked back to the raised platform and sat on what I've dubbed as 'my chair.' Azazel teleported back into his chair moments later.
"Ready to start training those powers of yours, Sammy?" He leans towards me in anticipation.
Maybe I could use these powers to my advantage. I know when Azazel's coming, that could help out later. If I play my cards right, Azazel will train me to become strong enough to finally kill him.
I turn, stared him straight in the eye, and smiled. "I can't wait."