Sam Winchester (and occasionally others) x Reader

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This is not a Sam x Reader. This was just an idea I happened to get. Its is Sam-centric, but no reader is included. Soulless!Sam, BMoL, Demon blood, Graphic depictions of death. You have been warned. You're welcome.
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Screams ring out from around him as he slowly comes to. His eyes slowly flutter open, but quickly pinch shut at the bright lights around him, his head pounding. After a few more moments he tries opening them again, this time he is able to look around. His headache seems to subside slightly as he sits up, though it's still there.

Sam tries to remember what happened. Why is he sitting in this little 9x9 cell? The white walls taunt him with memories of the time he was in the psych ward.

Then he remembers. He went out for a supply run for Dean when he was run off the road. When he went to confront the person who did it, he had some needle shoved into his neck and he passed out. A headache must be what's left over of the chemical.

Now he had to think, who would want to capture him? Who would have the capability and/or money to put him in this cell that looks like an actual facility? Who has a nearby facility that they could have put him in? The British Men of Letters.

He rubbed his temples in an attempt to push away the last of his headache just as the door opened and a familiar, though unwanted, face came in. "Hello, Sam."

"The hell do you want Ketch." He groaned. Normally he wasn't such a dick, but the headache was really pissing him off.

"Well, the attitude is warranted, considering you did just get kidnapped and drugged." He sighed as he paced in front of Sam. "I have a feeling though, that soon you will be seeing things my way."

"And what way is that?" Sam frowned as he sat up to look at him.

"We have been watching you and your brother for quite some time, Sam. We know a lot about you. More than you might think you know about yourselves." Sam watched him wearily but remained silent. "We know about Ruby." Sam tried to hide the fear in his features. "We also know about when you came back from hell."

"So what?" Sam tried to sit up straight, make himself seem more confident than what was slowly dwindling inside.

"Well, the headway with the American hunters hasn't been as good as we hoped. So, we are hoping by working with you, we might make better time." Ketch had this disgusting Cheshire grin on his face.

"Why would I work with you?" Sam ground out. His teeth were clenched tightly in anger.

"Oh, once we are done with you, you will." He stepped towards the door with a sigh. "Don't worry, it will be slow and painful." With that, Ketch left, the door slamming behind him.

Sam laid back against the wall, his hand stroking his hair. So they intended to what, make him some sort of super soldier? Pump him full of blood so that he will keep running back to them for a fix? What did he mean when he mentioned him coming back from hell? Did they mean when he was soulless? So they intend to rip out his soul and then get him back on demon blood?

Sam knew well what he was capable of. He still had a few of those thoughts he had when he was soulless. 'Just shoot, don't worry about them. They only want to hurt you. Take what you want. Nobody can fight you. You're the best and everybody knows it.' Those thoughts scared him, but he was able to fight them off with his soul now intact. What kind of havoc would he make if he not only was soulless but also had his psychic powers? He didn't want to think about it.

About an hour later Ketch returned. The look in his eyes screamed for Sam to run, the danger and bad intent told him exactly what to expect, nothing good.