Chapter 14
The Impala hums as Dean turns onto Bobby's driveway. Sam looks out the window and sees the morning sunlight penetrating the clouds.
Where am I?
Sam flinches at the familiar feeling. He tries to conceal his pain, but Dean immediately notices it.
"Sam?" Dean says cautiously.
"She's awake" Sam replies, not even bothering to check the backseat. Dean on the other hand parks the Impala and swings around.
"Well, it looks like she's pretending to sleep," Dean responds to Sam, then he speaks to Lina, "Hey! We know you're awake."
Lina remains still with her eyes closed, but her ruse is given away when a tear escapes her closed lid.
What are you going to do to me?
Sam grunts and puts his hand to his head. He ignores Dean's concerned stare and turns to speak to Lina.
"Lina, would you mind speaking out loud. This whole… telepathic thing is really uncomfortable for me," Sam drops his hand and sighs, "I guess you probably don't care if I'm comfortable or not though."
"Tele-what?" Dean demands.
"Just…"
YOU BETTER LET ME OUT!
MOM! HELP ME!
I'LL KEEP SCREAMING SAM!
MOM!
LINA! I'm at your college! I've been calling you for hours! WHERE ARE YOU!
OH MOM, THANK GOD!
Ah shi-," Sam barely mumbles before he doubles over.
"Sam!" Dean screams.
Sam can barely hear Dean. The conversation between Lina and her mom is the only thing he can hear. Sam tries to look at Dean, but his vision is blurry and hazy. The back and forth motion of the conversation consumes his senses and forces his own thoughts into the back of his mind. Sam can barely form a coherent thought. I… I need… what…what do I…?
Sam
Sammy
"De–," Sam wheezes through his fast-paced breathing. He reaches over and clutches Dean's arm harshly.
"Help," Sam utters softly. His head falls backwards on the car seat and lolls to the side. His vision is starting to darken, and he can feel something wet drop onto his neck.
Sam hears the car door open, and then another door opens. He feels someone kick his seat, and is vaguely aware of someone yelling. What… what's happening? He tries to turn around, but his head feels like it is made of lead. The conversation in his head continues. The words sound frantic now. What… who's talking…? After about a minute Sam realizes how empty his surroundings feel.
"Dean?" Sam whispers. He waits in the silence, but no one responds.
THE HUNTER'S TAKING ME SOMEWHERE
HANG ON LINA. I'M GOING TO FIND YOU, I PROMISE
OH GOD…WHAT IS THIS PLACE.
LINA I'M COMING
…Mom, I love you
LINA STOP.
LINA?
LINA
LINA!
No
The last thing Sam is aware of before he passes out is how silent everything is.