Heaven's So Far Away - A Sam Winchester X Female Reader Fic

Chapter 36

Sam's POV

Another ring down.

You would think that'd be great news. Three out of four rings in our possession...only one left. We should be celebrating...grabbing a couple brews and burgers and spending the night hustling poor sons of bitches in pool....the usual way we commemorate a win.

But...this one didn't feel like a win. Not in the slightest.

Let's start with the obvious: one step closer to opening the box means one step closer to needing Lucifer to get in the box. And while I haven't informed anyone of my idea yet...it was weighing heavily on my mind.

The closer we got...the less time we had...and the more I failed to see any other alternative to my idea.

But that's not the only obstacle in the road ahead.

We did manage to subdue Pestilence and get his ring. But...at least according to Pestilence...we were too late.

He was posing as a doctor in a hospital...testing out a concoction of different viruses and diseases on already-ailing patients. Of course every nurse in the place was a demon, so we had to fight tooth and nail to at least get close enough to the guy...and in the end...we almost didn't.

With a snap of his fingers, the very air wafting throughout the hospital became toxic, causing Dean and I to be hit with what I can only describe as stage four cancer in multiple organs, food poisoning, four different viruses, splitting migraines, and overly painful rashes all at once.

Everyone in the hospital that wasn't a demon began to drop like flies...and we were almost among their numbers. The pain I felt was....otherworldly. It was microscopic-level warfare on my body, but it sure as hell didn't feel like it. It felt like I was being disintegrated from the inside out...disease spreading through every vein and into every tendon, crawling across the surface of my skin like venomous spiders.

Dean and I had managed to find Pestilence...but once we'd reached the door to the room he was in, we were practically crawling on our hands and knees...our vision blurred, our throats closed, and our blood literally boiling.

In all honesty...I didn't think we were making it out of there alive. I vaguely remember my very last thought before I blacked out...and I was thanking whatever God may or may not be up there that Y/N agreed to go back home to Bobby's instead of follow me here...because her seeing me go like this, or vise versa....is just too traumatic to even fathom.

It was a gruesome, messy, disgusting, devastating way to go.

But...before we turned to sickness-ridden messes on the ground, Castiel had showed up right in the nick of time.

Pestilence's influence was so powerful, that even Cas had begun to feel the effects of the poison, and he too started to crumble...but not before he was able to get close enough...and slice Pestilence's finger clean off, separating the ring from his body.

With his source of power gone, Dean and I had regained consciousness, and once the various illnesses began to slowly drain from our bodies and we rose to our feet, we thought we were victorious....until Pestilence said those words.

"You're too late."

Of course, we didn't stick around to ponder over what exactly he meant. With Cas's help, we got the hell out of dodge...ran from that hospital as fast as we could with the ring in hand, and hopped back in the Impala.