It was dark outside. The blinds over Sam's window were still open, revealing the night. The hallway outside Sam's room was empty and the lights were dimmed. Sam's room was dark. It was oddly quiet.
"Psst. Sammy." Lucifer whispered.
Sam ignored him, staring at the ceiling.
"Saaaaamy." Lucifer sang a little louder.
Sam put his arms behind his head. He knew he wouldn't get any sleep tonight. He never slept. Not anymore. Sam released an exhausted sigh.
"Sammy!" Lucifer hissed.
Vaguely, Sam wondered what horrible torture Lucifer had in store for him tonight. The angel had a way of being especially awful when night fell.
If only Marin would come to visit....
Sam flexed his foot inside his shoe. The lighter was still there. When Marin came back, they would make a salt circle and burn her bracelet.
"Wanna spoon, Sam?" Lucifer whispered, "It'll be just like the good ol' days, right bunk buddie?"
Sam licked his dry lips and ignored the hallucination. It wasn't real. It couldn't hurt him.
Well, aside from the fact it was literally killing him.
Sam swallowed. The truth was, he needed to pee right now, but he was putting it off. For some reason, it seemed like every time Sam decided to leave his room he saw something horrible.
When Sam could put off his trip to the toilet no longer he sat up. Grimacing through his sleep-deprived headache, Sam warily made his way to the restroom.
Sam walked into the bathroom slowly.
I'm in a mental ward. I'm dying. But it's ok. I'm going to help a girl named Marin, and then this will all be over. Sam reminded himself. If I see something, it's not real...
Sam's use of the toilet was uneventful. Then he approached the sink. The same sink where he had seen blood.
There wasn't any blood. Sam told himself. It was all in your head.
Nonetheless, Sam's hands trembled as he turned the squeaky faucet.
Clear water poured out.
Sam washed his hands. He used the soap dispenser. All normal.
Maybe nothing would happen this time...
Sam could see his dark reflection in the mirror. The bathroom was lit with moonlight that poured from a window. Sam probably should have turned on the lights when he went in here. Oh well. He could see well enough.
See a black figure with red eyes reflected behind him.
Sam gulped. He stared at the reflective glass and didn't look behind him.
Sam's heart started to pound. His hands shook as he turned the faucet off.
The black figure stared at him from the shadows. Sam still didn't look behind him.
He turned away from the shadow. He started toward the door. The moonlight cast a long white rectangle of light on the floor. Sam watched his own shadow slide over the bathroom door.
Sam froze.
Shadows of two giant black wings extended from his back.
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