Team Free Will

When Things Get Out of Hand

Dean tucked in his drunken brother. His face was soaked in tears and he was limp in Dean's arms. He pulled the blanket over his brother and turned out the light. He grabbed the First Blade and went to go see Crowley.

"Crowley!" Dean yelled out, his voice echoing down the halls. But it was quiet, almost dead silent except for the sound of Dean's footsteps. He called out again but this time he heard low talking. He rushed towards it. He saw two demons but as soon as they saw him, they were gone. "Son of a bitch!"

Dean went back to the bunker to check on Sammy. He stood in the doorway. He could see Sam's chest rising and falling. But something seemed off. He walked over to him after turning on the light. He slowly pulled the blanket off. It wasn't Sam. Dean held the blade up and stabbed the demon, who growled at him before he was killed. Orange light glowed from inside. "Dammit Sam, where are you?!" Dean cursed. He walked out of the room, punching the wall on the way out. He looked at his fist, blood was pouring out but he couldn't feel it. It didn't hurt. 

Sam was pulled out of car. His eyes covered and his hands binded behind his back. "...Hello?" He was still a little drunk and very dizzy. He felt two hands grab his jacket and pull him up from his stumbling steps. 

"Sam, Sam, Sam." It was Crowley. "You didn't think you were ever really going to escape your destiny?"

"What?"

"Lucifer, Sam. I'm planning to pop him out of the box again, and when I do, you're going to say yes."

"Never."

"Yes, Moose. The answer is yes."

"No, I'm not gonna do this , Crowley. This is insane. We prevented the god damn apocalypse, not to bring it back again."

"Well, that was you and your brother. But it's me and you now, Moose."

"You turned my brother into a DEMON! Why would I ever go along with you after that?!"

"Moose. I didn't do it, myself. It was more the blades doing."

"Shut up! You did this to him and I will never forgive you for that."

"Well have it your way, but we have ways to make you say yes."

"I'll die, a million times before saying yes."

"I can have that arranged." Sam felt a sharp pain rip across his back. He felt his warm blood dripping down. He clenched his jaw in pain. "There's much more where that came from, Moose."

"Bite me!" He felt another sharp pain spread across his chest, his shirt soaking up the dark blood. He screamed out. This knife had cut deep. He felt a hand grab his hair and pull his head back.

"C'mon Sam, we don't have all day." Crowley spat. "Or we could just kill you, what? A million times? Is that what you really want?" Sam's lips quiverd with the thought of the words that were about to escape his lips. He felt tears running down his cheeks, a small smile spread across his face.

"Yes."