"Aren't we all bound in one way or another?"
Since Abigael made the decision to place herself into a deep slumber, to come to terms with the knowledge Lucifer provided. All seemed well, and calm. She was coming to terms with the fact of it all. But...
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As Sam explained his plan to ensure none of us were harbouring the creature, I diverted my attention to my left wrist, noting the misalignment of the bone. Feeling determined, I mentally braced myself before gripping my right hand firmly around my injured wrist. A sharp pang of pain shot through me as I yanked the bone back into place, accompanied by a resounding crack that echoed in the room. I couldn't help but release a strained grunt. The intense pain subsided quickly, replaced by a sense of relief as the colour returned to my skin, signalling the healing process had begun. In mere seconds, I rotated my wrist, feeling no pain and full functionality restored.
I looked up just in time to witness Sam stripping the insulation from the wire meant for the saw. Once he finished, Dean plugged it back into the socket and then turned to his brother. "You're live," he declared, indicating that the electricity was now active in the wires. Sam muttered a quiet "ok" as he cautiously backed away, guiding the live wire toward the metal chair. When the wire made contact, electricity crackled and sparked, briefly illuminating the chair as volts surged through it.
I glanced around the room, noting the lack of enthusiasm from everyone present for this risky plan. It was clear that this drastic measure was necessary to ensure none of them harboured the worm. Despite the apprehension, there was a collective understanding that this was the only way forward, even if it meant enduring some pain.
"All right," Sam announced, stepping forward again and leaning over to apply the live wire to his grandfather's neck. As soon as the wire made contact, electricity surged through the body, causing it to jolt upright. After a tense moment, Sam withdrew the wire, and the body slumped back down. Still lifeless, but the test had proven effective.
"Ok," Rufus began, hands on his hips as he leaned forward. "I'm not a doctor, but I'm gonna go ahead and call this one," he jokes.
"Yeah, all right. Who wants to go first?" Sam asked, glancing around at all of us. I noticed Rufus and Bobby exchange a glance, both hesitant to volunteer to go first.
"Children," I teased, stepping confidently forward and rolling up my right sleeve, meeting Sam's hesitant gaze. "Want me to do it?" I joked, egging him on. Without hesitation, he plunged the live wire onto my skin. The electricity surged through my body, and I gritted my teeth against the sensation. It stung sharply, but I maintained my composure, standing firm to prove my point. After a moment, he released the wire from my skin. The burnt patch that had formed on my exposed skin began to heal rapidly, and within seconds, the patch vanished, leaving the area supple and spotless.
"Come on," Dean's voice filled the air, now with a hint of more confidence in his decision. He removed his outer jacket partially, exposing his arm.
"You sure about this?" Sam asked his brother, glancing at him sideways.
"Hurry up before I start thinking—" Dean's words trailed off as Sam swiftly placed the wire onto his skin. Electricity crackled once again, accompanied by the acrid smell of burning flesh wafting through the air. Dean gritted his teeth and clenched his hands, his arm visibly shaking from the currents coursing through his body. Sam lifted the wire off his arm, and Dean let out a sigh of relief. "Son of a—" He stopped himself from cursing aloud, or perhaps he cursed silently in his head. Dean exhaled sharply, shaking his arm and glancing at Rufus and Bobby. "Awesome," he said, though it wasn't really.
