Sam sat in the hospital room. Everything was pale and colorless. The only "company" he had was Lucifer, and that wasn't company he wished to have.
"Ooh, a visitor." Lucifer cooed, causing Sam to spin around and see a face he hadn't seen in quite a while. The girl, the one who had pretended to be a crossroads demon.
"Oh Sammy..." she breathed. Her heart was breaking at seeing her favorite hunter crumpled and broken.
"Does she only come when you're in pain? Well... Or soulless... She must enjoy the show as much as I do," Lucifer said. But the girl couldn't hear him, only Sam could.
"What do you want?" Sam's tone was defeated and he hung his head, avoiding the girl's gaze.
"I want to help you... You seemed lonely..." she murmured, brushing a strand of hair aside.
Sam flinched at Lucifer dropping a book off of the table. "What the hell is this chick anyway? Not a demon, no reason to think she's an angel, not Leviathan..." Lucifer kept dropping books on the floor and Sam winced and flinched with each crash.
The girl hurried to Sam's side and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Everything is going to be okay, Sam... I promise."
"Shouldn't make promises you can't keep. You're gonna die, Sam. And then you'll be in hell...with me. Bunk buddies!" Lucifer raised his hand in the air, obviously expecting some sort of high five.
Sam ignored the hallucination and turned to the girl. "Who are you?"
She said nothing, just pursed her lips. "I can't tell you that... Not yet." Her hand was still on Sam's shoulder. He had to admit, the physical contact was comforting. The weight of her hand felt real, and he was ashamed to say that it was currently keeping him grounded while Lucifer danced the Macarena in his peripheral vision.
"Okay...then what are you?" He asked. The girl had been a puzzle to him ever since his first encounter with her. Why anyone would pretend to be a demon, he was unsure.
The girl winced. "I can't tell you that either..." She seemed sorry she couldn't give answers, which made Sam more curious.
"Why?" He couldn't fathom the secrets of this girl. After each of their encounters, he was puzzled for days, sometimes weeks.
"Well... Lets just say that I have to assess some things before I can tell you who I am." Her answer, just like everything else about her, was unclear.
"Why did you pretend to be a crossroads demon?"
"Who says I was pretending?" She quirked an eyebrow.
"Clearly she has a thing for abominations, otherwise she wouldn't find you interesting at all, Sammy," Lucifer chimed, now having given up on the Macarena.
Sam flinched at his words and clutched his hands together tighter.
"Hey, hey. What's wrong?" Her tone was obviously concerned and tinged with worry. Sam looked up at her and she offered a sad smile.
"Nothing I-"
Sam was cut off mid sentence as a cut slowly spread across her throat. Bugs of all shapes and sizes, but all black as night, creeped and crawled out of the cut in her throat. The smile was now gone from her face, replaced with blood pouring from her mouth, nose and eyes.
Sam jumped up from his seat and stumbled backwards. He couldn't hear her calling his name.
The girl was surprised when Sam jumped up suddenly. She opened her mouth to give some indignant remark about the smell of her breath, but stopped when she saw how terrified Sam looked. "Sam? Sam?! SAM!"
The girl rose to her feet and placed a hand on each of Sam's shoulders. She shook him gently, trying to jostle him from his daze. Soon the shaking became violent and she was screaming his name.
Nothing seemed to work. The girl grew panicked. Her heart was beating quickly and she acted fast. She slammed Sam against the wall, easily pinning him up. "Sammy!" she shouted.
The force of the being pinned against the wall and the sound of his name seemed to wake him from his trance. He let out a shaky breath of relief as the living nightmare faded.
The girl let out a sigh of relief, letting her forehead rest lazily against Sam's chest. "Holy shit Sam..." she breathed.
Despite now being back in reality, Sam was shivering from the experience and seemed very jumpy. The girl led him to his bed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, trying her best to comfort the hunter.
She hummed quietly, rubbing small circles on Sam's back and whispered soothing nothings in his ear.
Sam calmed down after a while, but allowed himself to stay leaning against the girl. Something about her presence was calming. It was the first time in a while that Lucifer was no where in sight.
Neither was sure how long they were like that, but she was the first one to speak.
"Your brother is here... I have to go," she mumbled. The girl rose up, but was stopped suddenly by a strong hand gripping her wrist and staring up at her desperately.
"Please don't go..." Sam pleaded. "That was the first time I've been calm in weeks... Well, the first time Lucifer has been calm.."
"Lucifer? That's who you're seeing? That whiny little asshole who couldn't accept that Daddy liked the humans best? Tell him to go fuck himself."
Sam chuckled, but the grip on her wrist didn't loosen.
"Sam I can't... I'll be back when your visitors are gone, okay?" The girl couldn't leave Sam alone in a time like this, even if it was dangerous for her to be with him for long.
Sam seemed reluctant, but nodded his head. He removed her wrist, watched as she smiled again and disappeared.