It looks like the fight will never end between Sam Winchester and the devil himself, Lucifer.
"When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you
With the Hounds of Hell comin' after you
I've got blood, I've got blood on my name."
~The Brothers Brig...
The sound of my screams filled my ears like acid, burning the edges of my brain. My skin bubbling from the intense heat. Flames, all I could see, all I could feel besides my own flesh melting off. Breaking through the sound of my screams, the sound of the flames eating at me, was his laughter. Mocking me, reminding me... "Sam! Sammy!" Dean's voice echoed through the bunker. "Dean?" I said wearily as I shot up it bed. "Dean, w-what are you doing in here?" "You alright?" Was Dean's response. Worry was the mask Dean wore in this moment. "Yeah, yeah of course, now tell me why the hell your in my room." Dean's grip on my arms loosened and he let go, he backed up enough for me to throw my legs over the side of the bed. " Dude, you were throwing a fit, could hear you screaming for miles. You sure your alright?" "Yeah," Dean rised his eyebrows, " Yes, Dean I'm fine, now get out of my room!" I stood and pointed to the door. "Whatever, oh and we've got a case." "Out!" He hurried out of the room, the door closing behind him. "Be ready in ten!" He shouted from down the hall. A smile crept it's way on my face, I walked over to the sink and mirror. I stared at my reflection, a flash of the nightmare I just had, filled my mind, I splashed cold water on my face trying to wash the memory away.
In the impala Dean filled me in on the case, something about how multiple people's throats being ripped out, probably just another vamp. "Sam, hey Sam! You with me?" Dean's voice broke through my thoughts. I blinked a few time's and looked at him. "Y-yeah, I'm with you." I replied in a sigh. I looked at the empty road before us. "Common man, cut the crap. What's up with you?" "Dean, I'm fine, just deep in thought." Between glancing at the road and me, I could tell Dean wasn't buy'n it. "About?" His eyebrows went up as he glanced at me. "Nothing." He looked at me a few more times before he gave up and relaxed. The rest of the drive was a quiet one, besides Dean singing along with the radio.
A long drive later and we finally arived in Ames, Iowa. We checked into another crappy motel and got into our fed suits. We headed over to the local morgue, to talk with the coroner and see what our latest vic had for us. Looking at the body it was clear that a vamp had done this, easy case, just a milk run compared to everything else that had happened. Dean and I headed back to the impala, he was rambling about how nice it was to get back to easy cases like this one. "So you wanna grab some grub, while I talk with the vic's family?" Dean said as the impala doors squeaked shut. "Dude, you suck at talking to the victim's families, I'll do it." I replied with a smirk on my face. Dean looked at me with his mouth ajar. "You suck at talkin-Whatever." Dean mumbled as he put the car in drive.
Back in our hotel room, we finished our meal and were getting our guns and knives ready for what was going to be an easy kill. We found out from our fifth vic's family, that their kid was hanging out with a group of Gothic teens, that were never seen during the day, the other families mentioned a group like this as well, they hung out at an abandoned building at the edge of town. Small nest, about five or six of them, nothing Dean and I couldn't handle. "I can take the front if you wanna take the back?" Dean asked as we pulled up to the nest. "Yeah, let's do this." I replied. We got out of the car, music blared from the building, so stealth wasn't an issue. Machete in one hand, flashlight in the other, I made my way around the building to the back entrance. I picked the lock to the back door and made my way into the building. The rythem of the music shook the decreped windows, my head started to pound from the volume of it. My vision became a blur and I began to feel dizzy. Dropping my flashlight, I stumbled over to a wooden support beam and leaned against it. "Sam." A voice whispered over the blaring music. "D-dean." I breathed out as my legs gave out beneath me, my cheek collided hard with the cool concrete. The music quickly faded.
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"Sam.....Sammy." The words echoed through the silence. It was dark and cold, how long have I been like this? I thought. Finally a light above came to life, it burned my eyes at first, then they started to adjust. "Dean?" I called out into the black. The only response was my echo. "Dean!" I yelled. "Sorry Sammy, Dean isn't here at the moment." Lucifer said as he appeared from the shadows. A smile on his face. I looked at him in shock. "Miss me?" He cackled. The lights went out again and the room was now light by fire. Lightning rippled across the 'sky'. "No, no no no no no, this can't be happening! T-this isn't real." My voice came out shaky and uneven. I ran my hands through my hair trying to remember to breath. "Welcome back bunk buddie!" Lucifer appeared before me, arms wide open, a smile spread across his face. "Hell hasn't been the same without you." He said, eyes light with amusement. My vision became blurry once more, but it wasn't because I was going to faint again, a hot tear streamed down my cheek, my chest felt heavy and I began to shake. His laughter rang through air. "We're gonna have so much fun!" He said through his laughter.
