Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 4 [COMPLETED]

Sigil 14

Reaching a new low.

And I still can't get use to it.

One evening while I was upstairs taking a bath I heard Bobby shouting for me. He said Dean was on the phone and he wanted to say something important. When I asked him if it could wait he said that it's urgent so I grabbed myself a towel, wrapped it around my wet body and ran down to the kitchen.

Dean was still on the phone, Bobby put him on speakers. He told us what happened on their last job when they were trying to help Castiel's vessel, Jimmy. In a heated moment Samuel tackled a demon, cut her neck open and sucked blood out of her. This was the source of his exorcising power: demon blood.

I sat down on the nearest empty chair and didn't say a word for minutes. I could hear the water drops dripping down from my legs into the puddle what was formed under me as I was sitting there while Bobby and Dean exchanged details. They both agreed that this side project of Sam's has to be stopped, just as Sariel implied not long ago, and basically they planned and later staged an intervention.

Bobby phoned the boys a few hours later with a made up excuse to lure them to the house. "Demon problem" he said, a vicious one nonetheless. Sam was locked up in the aforementioned panic room in the basement what we turned to an improvised detox for the time being.

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While he was down there we could hear every word he said echoing through the walls. Sam was first furious and wanted to get out, then he had bad dreams, visions and so on. Those later turned into agonising hallucinations leaving him screaming out for help.

I wanted to run to him and undo all the pain, but I knew very well I couldn't, so when Bobby opened a brand new whiskey and poured some into two glasses I took the bottle and drank straight from it. Yes, it was that bad.

Dean told us that he swore obedience to the angels Bobby argued with him whilst I defended him stating that not all angels are bad. The the alcohol loosened my tongue and the cat was out of the bag, there was no point in keeping Sariel a secret anymore. Once Dean demanded to explain myself I told him briefly about the dreams and how a fallen archangel saved me.

Before this could turn into another, even bigger quarrel, something happened.

Whereas the 3 of us were at each other's throats Sam was downstairs, fighting for his life. We were killing him by locking him up, it was certain and the demon blood not only made him see and feel thing but it also flung him around the room leaving us no choice but to tie him to the bed.

It was beyond awful. He was shaking as if he had sever seizure. He was absolutely out of it, couldn't control himself at all. We ran in and took him off of the wall, put his body down and Bobby placed his belt between the teeth. It was harder than it sounds for that Sam's mouth was covered in foam. The belt was a bright idea: this way he won't swallow or bite off his tongue.

The boys were trying to hold him down when I stepped in. I ordered Dean to grab the pillow from the bed and put it under Sam's head while Bobby and I moved him to his side. Then I asked both of them to step back while I kneeled next to him and held him in place.

In case you don't know much about first aid when you're handling a situation of ordinary seizure it is ill-advised to restrain the patient, however Sam's condition was different: he could have flown off any second. Moreover someone had to physically detain him from doing so. I was the least forceful out of the 3 of us, naturally I had to be the one to do it.

While undertaking my role I felt every involuntarily muscle spasm Sam's had, all the flexes, reluctant movements, everything.

In the meantime, Bobby ran off to find genuine leather straps. Those were used to reliably fix him on the bed inside the panic room. After that we left.

I went back downstairs every 5 minutes to check on him, see if the strips have loosened, if he needs water or whatnot. I saw how he was trapped in an imaginary conversation with someone or something and I was still inept to support him, no matter how hard I tried to explain him that it's all a fever-dream. I doubt Sam has heard a thing because at that time he was somewhere in-between the states of being wide-awake and fast asleep.

Thigs were a great deal mellower after that. So much so that the intervention squad, including myself, fell right asleep. During this somehow, God only knows how, Sam escaped and drove off. Bobby was unable to stop him when he confronted him, instead Sam knocked him out and took his car.

We had no idea where would he go, but at least we were well aware of what car he was driving, so we had a strong lead. Dean asked Bobby to eavesdrop on cop-radio while he goes off to find him. Dean knew his bother more than anyone, seemed like a reasonable plan. However when I hopped inside the Impala right next to him things heated up.

Dean was furious with Sam for a good reason, but the thing is when he finds him their conversation shouldn't be about blaming Sam or brash him for his mistakes. Dean needed to be supervised otherwise the negotiation would go sideways. Since Bobby was to stay at the scrapheap, I took over the role of the babysitter.

I believed if everything goes right I could change Sam's mind, or at least make him think about what he has done. The rest will be up to him. I wasn't completely wrong.