Killing Sam Winchester (Sam Winchester FANFIC)

Chapter 12 - Painful Aches

As the world span around me, thousands of shouts mixed together, the whole world blurring together into a massive moving picture. My whole body seizes together, my muscles squeeze together and aches ripple throughout my body. I couldn't move, the sun moving too fast across the world like a lamp flickering on and off. But soon the screams dull into a lulling ring, echoing in my head.

Suddenly the world stops spinning. My heads tilted towards the window, the sun twinkling through the branches of the trees. I squint and feel my twitching body slowly slide into a languid posture, my jaw clenching and unclenching. I cough and sit up, feeling blood trickle down the side of my palm. Somebody's sweeping my hair back over my shoulder, his gaze moving up and down my body.

"Sam." I croak, my voice ressembling a sandpaper. "What's going on?"

"I guess the angels depleted you of your energy and you went out like a light. I didn't-" Sam begins but I wave him off, my throat parched and my head spinning.

The intense pains in my body did not stop after I have awoken from this strange coma but Sam quickly made a sandwhich and handed me some water. I eargerly drink it, leaning back against the arm rest and downing it fast. I whip my mouth with the back of my hand, taking two large mouthfuls of the delicious sandwhich before even beginning to talk.

"Where's Dean and Bobby?" I ask through the food.

"Off to get ammunition and some groceries." Sam explains easily, his hands rubbing together as he takes up the seat beside me.

I finish the sandwhich in matter of moments, chugging the refilled water that Sam easily hands to me. I groan and stretch my legs as far as I can before placing them on the cold floorboards and try to get up, but my body has other plans. 

My knees buckle and I crash, my head slamming against the floorboard. Sam helps me up, trying to grab my hand but I wave him off, rubbing my nose and trying to get back on my feet for the second time. I use a small coffee table to help me up, sitting up. "Oh god this hurts."

"I guess you have a limit to your power, since Lucifer is gone." Sam explains softly and I knit my brows together.

"Well I'm not doing that again." I grumble, my fingers digging into the wood. "Who's Lucifer anyways?"

He gives a chuckle, seeing the familiar 67 Chevy Impala pull into the driveway. "He's basically Satan." He doesn't fill me in anything else and helps bring in the grocery as I sit, sprawled out across the floor. Dean eyes me and mumbles.

"You're awake."

"Glad to see you again." I sarcastically say.

Now what?

I haven't uploaded in awhile and just wanted to make a small filler chapter here for you guys. I'm going to jump into the series and hopefully upload it as soon as possible, since exams are rolling around the corner. Once they're done, I'll be spending time finishing this book and my other fanfic that I'm currently working on. 

-M. Shadow