Red ⇢ Sam Winchester (sequel to Half-Blood) | "complete"

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Elliot

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I have been in this stupid room for three days so far. They've been kind enough to bring me food occasionally, just in case I am actually Ellie, it's always been Dean though. Never anybody that may give into my pleads. It's quite annoying, really. I wish I could just get out of here.

I heard the door outside open, and footsteps lead up to the hidden entry way of the dungeon. I knew it was Sam; but he didn't want me to know. I could tell by how soft they were, I don't think Dean even knows he's down here.

I crawled forward as far as the demon trap allowed me, "Sammy? Is that you?"

The door started opening, the light was blinding my eyes.

"Is it actually you Ellie?" He gave me a hesitant look, "How did you escape hell?"

"I don't know. I woke up and I was outside with my phone and a message from Crowley," I told him. I missed him, oh how I have missed my Sam Winchester.

His eyes looked sad, he looked tired. I could tell he's been through a lot. I've heard from the demons; I know he's been through so much within the years I've been away. Castiel seems less clueless, Dean seems to have lost any trace of emotions that were left in him, and Sammy, oh my poor Sammy, he looks like hell. It is such a shame that such good people get the shitty end of things. For Sammy deserves the absolute world and it seems that he has gotten the complete opposite.

What am I saying? God, you spend five years in hell and suddenly you're a total sap. Ridiculous. I can't believe myself right now. This is not the Elliot I was before I left Hell, and this is not going to be the Elliot I am now. These men have you trapped in the dungeon, and are going to torture you.

"I have to go," Sam says, "Be safe."

"Thank you Sammy," I smiled up at him, "I'll try my best, but it's a little hard given my current situation,"

As Sammy closed the door, the smile left my face. This was probably the only shred of happiness I would have for awhile, and while I know I should hold onto it, cling to it. I can't seem to. I felt the happiness slip out from me as quickly as the darkness swallowed me whole.

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"Elliot!" A voice shouted, startling me awake, "Wake up!"

"I am awake!" I shouted back, my voice cracked in the process.

The door opened and the light once again blinded me. This time, it was the three boys, and Castiel was holding a binding chair. I knew what was coming next.

// whats good? edited june 3 2018