I think its half and half of POV's in this chapter
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"So, what are you gonna do to me?" I ask Meg. She smiles evily, clrnching her knife harder. "Not much... Unless if tortureing you to death counts." She smirks.
"What I don't understand is... Why don't you guys just kill me already? 'Cause, if you keep me alive, I'm gonna rip your fuckin' heart out." I say calmly. She doesn't seem affected. "Oh Dean. Dean, Dean, Dean. You don't understand that no one is coming to get you, and we like tortureing you. Its fun!" She smiles.
"What makes you think Sammy's not coming?" I ask. I am really hoping that Sam is coming. "Remember what Azazel was saying? About his visions of his DEAD girlfriend?" She emphesises the word 'dead'. "Well, Azazel has something special planned just for Jessica. It may even bring back memories..." She trails off. I can tell that she's not supposed to share this with me, but she's telling me something.
"You better not fucking kill Jess!" I yell. She punches me in the face. Ow...? "Stop using bad language!" She screams. "I'm not going to spill the big suprise or anything, but your little 'Sammy' would rather go after her, than some 'Good Little Soilder' like you!"
"Thats not true!" I yell back. "Sam will not leave me in the dust!" As much as I want to believe it, I know he would do it again, if he was pissed at me or something.
She laughs, then looks at Chris. Its like their sending mind messages to each other. Probably are. Then Chris walks over, cupping my face. "It will be ok Dean. Even if Sam doesn't come looking for you, you'll get to spend eternity with us!" She leans close, whispering in my ear. "After you die and become one of us..." She trails off and has more volume now. "Course it will take time... But I'm sure you could handle over 200 years of pain, and suffering." She smiles, and walks away.
No. I will not become a demon! I don't wanna become a demon! Being a demon, could be the worst possible thing that ever happens to a person! What does this bitch think she's talking about?
"What do you think your talking about?" I ask. Huh. I could really go for a drink right now. "I think I'm talking about Azazels plan! You didn't really think you were gonna get out of here alive, did you?" No I didn't. I know I'm not!
"I already know I'm not, so you don't have to ask me that question every single fucking day!" Meg slapped me again. Bitch. "I told you not to swear!"
Just then Azazel walked in. Drinking in the new cuts and bruises. He walks past and kneels infront of me.
"You know... Now I know Sammy isn't coming to get you. Your all mine, Dean. Your gonna die here. Sam will find you here, dead, and end up killing himself through the guilt of not coming quicker, not choosing you, and because he is lonley. He will have no one, thanks to me." He finishes. My breath catches in my throat.
"W-what did y-you do?" I ask. My eyes are tearing up, but I forbid them to fall. He smirks and leans in. "I basicslly destroyed his life."
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Bobby kept his eyes on the road. Sam kept his eyes on his hands. He didn't know what to do. Dean's life was basically in Sam's hands now. He had also basically promised Dean that he wouldn't leave again but, Jess was in trouble. He could feel it.
Goddammit! This was hard! Maybe... Maybe he could atleast... He doesn't know what he could do.
Dean. His brother, who had raised him, carried him out of their burning house, let Sam call him mom when he was 5, was being held in the bathroom of their old house, being beaten by whatever, possibly dead. The thought makes Sam's stomach clench.
Jess. His girlfriend. His lover, the woman who he is gonna ask to marry, who had found him sitting alone at a library, snuggled him when he was feeling down. Was possibly in grave danger or worse... Again, the thought makes his stomach clench.
He couldn't go back. Didn't want to go back. But he could feel Jess in trouble. 'Oh shit!' He thought as the headache took over.
He was laying in a dirty motel bed. Eyes closed as he felt something dripping on his face. It felt warm, and thick. He opened his eyes, his girlfriend was staring down at him. A silent scream was heard as flames engulffed her. Sam screamed "NO!" But it was hopeless. If only he had gotten there sooner...
He snapped out of his vision. Sweating. He looked around. He noticed a sign saying they were in Denver Colarado.
He was still so far away from both Dean and Jess. Sam sighed and leaned back in the car seat. He was clueless.
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I always come up with ideas listening to music! :D! So in the next chapter or the one after that, I think I'm gonna have Sam get there and save the day. Maybe... :) I have a few ideas of what to do. See you next time :)