Book 2
It's been a year since The Judgment Day.
A lot has changed since then.
Sam's trapped in the cage with Lucifer and Michael and nothing's been the same since that day.
And of course, a lot has changed between Dean and Elena.
Are they gonna...
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I walked into the main room and saw the brothers sitting there.
The last trial did leave a mark on Sam. He wasn't feeling good at all. He wasn't looking good either.
Dean walked over to Sam with a tray of food and put it down in front of his brother on the table. Even though Sam hurt Dean pretty hard he was still Dean's little brother. Family.
Sam was sitting there wrapped in a blanket.
I leaned against the post. They haven't noticed me yet.
Dean "there you go. Enough cayenne pepper in there to burn your lips off, like dad used to make"
Sam shoved the tray back.
Dean eyed him "when was the last time you ate?"
Sam shrugged "i don't -"
Dean "Days. Same. It's been three days"
Then he took out a thermometer.
Sam scoffed, eying the thing "When did you get that?"
Dean "when did you start throwing off heat waves?"
He went to put it in Sam's mouth "here"
Sam moved back and threw the blanket off of him "enough, Dean, please"
Then he stood up, throwing the chair back.
Dean shot him a look "the bloody handkerchiefs, the fever, the shaky legs, this is not good"
Sam rolled his eyes "Well, i am not good. And i'm not going to be good until we can start moving again.... until i can start the third trial"
Dean asked amused "Trial? i wouldn't let you start a moped. We're on the rails with this thing, okay? And the only way out of it is through it...believe me, i know. And you know how bad i wanna slam the door on all those sons of bitches. But you gotta let me take care of you,Man. You gotta let me help you get your strength back"
Sam shook his head "this isn't a cold or a fever..or whatever it is you're supposed to feed. This is part of it all. These first two trials, they're not just things i did. They're doing something to me. They're changing me, Dean"
