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Post by Almighty Admin on May 27, 2008 11:01:20 GMT -4
Sam cringed as Dean said exactly what he knew his brother would say but it didn’t make the words hurt any less or mean any less. His eyes clenched shut as the demon saw fit to play it over and over again each time the words digging into him more viciously. He felt the sensation of hot tears streaking their way from his clenched eyes as she wanted nothing more then to silence the voice of his brother to silence it all.
Sam stumbled forwards his eyes snapping open as the demon yanked him away from the wall and back towards his brother the sensation of the cold metal from the dagger causing his eyes to glance down at the weapon now held within his grasp.
“I’m not one of you,” Sam whispered his eyes locked with demon as it continued to preach on and on that he was bound for greater things and this and that all the sorts of things he had heard before and had no interest in knowing.
A look of horror crossed Sam and he dropped the dagger to the floor as if it were on fire as the demon all but told him to kill his brother.
“What?! Are you insane?” Sam asked his eyes wide and a look of disgust strewn across his face as he stared disbelieving at the demon.
“No…I would never do that to him,” Sam whispered pulling himself from the demon’s grasp and taking a few steps away from the demon, Dean, and his own body.
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Post by Leviathan on May 27, 2008 11:17:41 GMT -4
Leviathan smiled back and shook his head as Sam proclaimed that he was not one of them and he stepped up towards Sam a little “Oh no….you aren’t one of us….We can only dream to become just what it is you are destined to be Sammy….Why do you think so many want you in the pit? The legends of you are so….rife, so….alluring that they all wish to meet with the great one. The Anti-Christ. Sam Winchester, leader of the coming army. Bringer of death, destruction, the end of the world as we all know and hate it. It is your destiny Sam….it is written down for you and so shall it be, with or without your consent.”
Lev watched with added amusement as the dagger clattered to the floor and Sam began to step away from him. A small, sinister laugh tore its way from his mouth and with a simple nod of his head, the dagger flew from the floor and planted itself back into Sam’s hand. “Preparation is key Sammy…The greatness that dwells within you, lying dormant and yet oh so visible is to be nurtured….I am here to help you Sam. We all are….” he mused, cocking his head slowly to the side and allowing his feet to carry him away from Dean.
As soon as he was out of the way of the elder Winchester brother, Dean turned around slowly and fixed his eyes upon Sam. The small smile that lay across his face grew slightly as he stepped up towards his brother and he took a gentle hold of Sam’s face. “Sam….” Dean’s soft voice pierced through the room and Lev placed a small smirk upon his face as Dean went about addressing his brother.
“I see it now….Sam, I held you back…I only ever held you back. I see what you are, I see what you are to become….I can’t hold you back anymore. I have to do right by you Sammy…” he whispered, one hand slowly moving down and taking a firm hold upon the hand in which the dagger lay. “You have to do this Sam…you have to….don’t let me fail again. Please….” he whispered desperately, his hand pulling Sam’s up and holding the tip of the dagger firmly to his own chest.
“You told me….outside of the house that I didn’t fail you….I know I have though. Don’t make me fail you anymore Sammy….please…” he begged, his eyes tearing into Sam’s, the sadness and pain ever evident behind them “I am nothing…you….you are something great. I see it now….Let me do this one thing for you Sammy….Don’t let me fail you….” he whispered, his eyes drilling into Sam’s as Lev simply watched on.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 27, 2008 11:35:02 GMT -4
Sam shook his head firmly in denial of the words that the demon spat back at him. He wasn’t evil he wouldn’t allow himself to be whatever these sick sons of bitches wanted him to become. He would stop it or he knew his family would stop it; they wouldn’t let him become a monster.
“I’m not…I’m not any of that,” Sam whispered his eyes clouded with confusion and even a hint of fear at the words the demon used to describe him.
He wasn’t evil he could barely kill what they hunted without feeling remorse and he sure as shit wasn’t the fcking anti-christ.
“Sorry to disappoint but you’ll have to send your fan mail elsewhere,” Sam replied with a small smirk as he realized how completely insane it all sounded.
“You guys are gonna have to find someone else to be your Anti-Christ Superstar cause it isn’t me,” Sam re-affirmed for the people in the back as the demon liked to address them. His eyes flickered over to his brother before he took a few steps back away again. The surprise crossed Sam’s face in an instance as Dean turned and addressed him. He could see him and more importantly he could talk to him.
“Dean,” Sam exclaimed with a smile of relief he could do this with his brother’s help. He could wake up on his own and not with the help of a demon.
“Wait…what?...No Dean stop,” Sam quickly replied his eyes growing wide as he realized what his brother was talking about. This had suddenly become very wrong as well.
“You didn’t fail me Dean…please I can’t,” Sam replied desperately his hands shaking as they held the dagger in their grasp the tip of the assaulting weapon pressed into Dean’s chest. He couldn’t do it he couldn’t kill his brother.
“I can’t Dean…please don’t make me,” Sam whispered desperately his hole body shaking with emotion as tears burned in his eyes the blade still held against Dean’s chest.
“Please Dean I need you…for god sakes I sold my soul to bring you back!” Sam cried desperately his eyes trying so hard to search his brothers and get through to him.
“Please!”
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Post by Leviathan on May 27, 2008 11:50:12 GMT -4
Lev’s eyes shone with a new found sense of happiness as Sam spat back at him and he cocked his head to the side in appreciation. “Anti-Christ Superstar? That’s a good one…I will need to remember that…” he mused, as he mentally blocked out the rest of Sam’s arguments.
As the brotherly scene played out before him, Lev hopped up onto the bed beside the unconscious Sam and allowed his legs to swing to and fro underneath him. His eyes found Sam as the younger Winchester tried and failed to beg Dean, to get through to him and he watched more than amused as Dean placed the tip of the dagger firmer into his chest, his hand gripping around Sam’s ever harder.
“You sold your soul for me….you sold your soul but you will be gone. You will leave me….and that hurts more than you could ever know Sammy…” Dean whispered desperately “You bought me back….so you can leave me alone Sam….why? Why do you always have to leave me?” Dean’s voice took on an all too familiar growl to it and he slammed his fist clean into Sam’s face. “Why do you always leave me?!” Dean’s voice ripped and bellowed through the small room they found themselves in and Lev’s face contorted into a look of mock shock.
“Wow….brotherly love at it’s finest….” he spat viciously, nodding in assertion to Dean and watching wide eyed as the eldest Winchester slammed Sam up against the wall and drove his hand clean into the younger ones gut.
“You do this Sam! You stop being a spineless waste of my time and you goddamn do as I ask you for once in your meaningless, pathetic existence!” he screamed his hand once more tearing around the hand in which the blade lay and slamming it up against his chest again, blood already trickling from the wound it had just created. “Prove your worth as my brother….and don’t you dare let me be alone again…” he spat, his knuckles turning white amid the pressure he lay about Sam’s hand.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 27, 2008 12:05:14 GMT -4
Sam grimaced slightly as Dean’s grip upon his hand tightened causing the metal to bite into the palm of his hand as their eyes burned into each others.
“I had to Dean I told you I had to and I wanted to! Dad needs you; he needs you to finish this to get what killed mom what killed Jess he needs you so much more then he needs me,” Sam sobbed his eyes never leaving his brother’s.
“You died for me, you died because of me and I would rather not live at all then know that Dean! I won’t do it!” Sam yelled his hand shaking trying to pull away from the blade but his brother’s firm grip wouldn’t allow him to budge.
“I don’t Dean I…” the words were snatched from Sam as Dean slammed him against the wall and his fist collided with his gut causing the air to rush from him as he struggled to curl in on himself to ease the pain ripping through him but his brother held firm and he was going nowhere any time soon.
“Stop Dean please,” Sam pleaded over and over again the tears pouring from his eyes as he struggled to pull himself away from his brother and release the dagger.
“We can fix it Dean! We have a month to figure it out to figure a way out we can fix the deal Dean!” Sam pleaded desperately trying to make his brother see some sort of reason in all of it.
“I won’t leave Dean I swear please!” Sam begged his heart breaking sobs sounding through the room as he stared back at Dean desperately.
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Post by Leviathan on May 27, 2008 12:29:17 GMT -4
Leviathan remained silent, his eyes simply drilling into the two brothers as their private little tete a tete played out and he could not help but smile as Sam continued to beg for his brother to see sense.
“Sam….” Dean’s voice pierced through the room as his hand re-affirmed his grip on the blade within Sam’s hand and he pressed it harder to his own chest. “I am your weak spot Sam….and you are mine. Neither of us can bear to see the other go but you are stronger than me, you are….I died for you, I gave it all up for you….don’t deny me my last chance to protect you, to give you the better life you deserve.” he whispered, his green eyes drilling back into Sam’s.
“You don’t need anyone….especially not me. I hold you back….I want to give you this chance….” Dean spoke firmly, his eyes showing nothing but determination. “There is nothing to fix….nothing to fix bar my existence…” he added firmly.
As the words left Dean’s mouth, his hand gripped so tightly about Sam’s that his knuckles paled even further and, without a second thought, he drove the blade into his chest. The slow movement causing the sound of bones, his ribs, groaning beneath the pressure. The sound of splintering bone echoed viciously about the room as the blade drove its way through Dean’s rib cage, allowing a river of blood to cascade down over the blade, over Dean’s hand and coating Sam’s as he continued to force the blade deeper.
His free hand reached up and grabbed the back of Sam’s neck as his eyes drilled, pain filled, into his. A groan of agony ripping its way from his mouth, his hand continually forcing the blade deeper and deeper into his flesh until the hilt rammed into his flesh. “Nothing more to fix….” he spluttered, agony all but evident behind his voice as his breathing became labored and his green eyes dulled in a matter of moments as they stared back at Sam.
A choking, sickening cough forced its way up through Dean and as he gripped Sam harder, his hand releasing its grip upon the blade, blood seeped its way out of the corners of his mouth and he attempted to smile back at Sam. “Nothing more to….fix….” he choked, his blood spilling from his chest, coating Sam and the blood that spluttered from his mouth trickling down his chin. “You gotta….” Dean’s words were strangled as he stared back at Sam, the light behind his eyes dimming by the second and as his hand gripped frantically at Sam and his knees caved beneath him, he crumpled upon the floor in a heap at Sam’s feet.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 27, 2008 16:48:06 GMT -4
Sam shook his head in defiance not willing to agree at all with what Dean was saying.
“You’re not my weakness Dean you’re my brother you’re my big brother I need you I wouldn’t be here without you dude. You’ve saved me more times then I can remember…we’re a team Dean…” Sam said still desperately pleading with his brother to see reason.
“No Dean that…” Sam’s words died on his lips as he witnessed his brother still gripping his hand around the dagger plunge the assaulting weapon into his won chest. The sound of snapping bones and the force of a dagger being driven through his brother’s chest was sickening. Sam stood frozen in horror not breathing not even daring to blink as he stared back into Dean’s eyes as his brother died before him.
The warm sensation of Dean’s blood coating his hand snapped him back into a panic and he pulled his hand away from the dagger and quickly gathered Dean’s limp body in his arms as they both sank down to the cold blood coated floor.
“Dean no!” Sam cried desperately trying to stem the blood flow with his hands even after his brother’s breaths had ceased he desperately fought to bring him back.
“Dean don’t do this!” he cried desperately pushing down upon the unforgiving hole in his brother’s chest.
“No….” he sobbed bitterly tears burning their way from his eyes and falling down upon his brother.
Sam’s entire body was shaking from the agony of watching his brother die before his eyes the haunting image of the light flickering from Dean’s eyes burned into Sam’s memory as he still desperately tried to clean the blood from his brother.
“Dean you come back!” Sam all but screamed at his motionless brother his emotions and agony getting the best of him as he pulled his older brothers body too him and clung to it burying his head in the crock of Dean’s neck and sobbing his brother's name bitterly.
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Post by Leviathan on May 27, 2008 17:32:01 GMT -4
As the sound of bone cracking and splintering pierced the air around him, Leviathan allowed a small grimace to cross his face before his eyes latched excitedly upon the scene playing about before him. As Sam’s desperate pleas to his brother resounded about the room and the two Winchester’s, one very much dead to the world in all senses of the world, tumbled to the ground, Lev pulled himself up off of Sam’s bed and made his way over to the pair.
Crouching down beside them and peering curiously at Dean’s face before snapping his eyes upon the dagger now nestled happily in his chest. “Well….that was unexpected….” he mused quietly, glancing back up at the sobbing Sam and wrenching the dagger clean out of Dean’s chest “Kinda….Heat of the moment….wouldn’t you say?” he hissed, bringing his hand up and quickly snapping his fingers.
As the echo of the sound quietened about the room, Lev swung his legs back under the bed he found himself magically upon again and watched as Dean once more held the same dagger to his chest and stared back into Sam’s eyes. “Shall we go for an encore? Or another pitiful monologue?” he mused “Decisions….decisions….” he mused spitefully, Dean still frozen upon the spot in front of Sam.
“Oooh! I know! Let us go down this avenue!” he cried out and snapped his fingers once more “Heh…I love that trick…” he whispered happily.
Dean’s hand tightened once more about the blade in Sam’s hand and he placed it harder against his chest, the blood slowly trickling down from the small puncture wound that had been caused. “Don’t you get it Sammy? There is no team…there is no us….” he spat, his eyes drilling into Sam’s as he spoke “You and Dad….don’t think I haven’t seen it. The pair of you, you think you are better than me. That I am the third wheel in this charade of a life we lead. I am merely the muscle, you guys….you have the brains….” he spat spitefully.
As Dean continued to speak and once again began to drive and force the blade deep into his rib cage, Dean’s breath caught in his chest and he grimaced back at Sam as he struggled to speak “Well…today’s your lucky day kiddo….” he hissed, agony tearing it’s way out with every word “Not….gonna hold….the pair of you back….any longer….” he groaned, his hand gripping desperately at Sam’s neck as the blade was finally buried deep within his chest.
As the blood cascaded down from his chest and once more coated the pair of them, Dean’s eyes stared down at himself and then latched onto Sam “I can leave you be now….” he groaned through the pain “You got what….you…” Dean’s words were choked as blood piled it’s way up his throat and he coughed and spluttered the sticky crimson fluid everywhere “You got what you want…” he finished with a pained wheeze, his green eyes dimming and becoming out of focus as he again allowed his hand to fall away from the blade and he crumbled in a heap at Sam’s feet.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 27, 2008 23:00:51 GMT -4
Sam clung desperately to Dean's body the blood pooling around them both yet Sam refused to let go. His eyes remained clenched shut as he tried to drown out the demon's vocie no longer caring what it said just wanting to wake up from this hell he found himself in. He had no idea what happened next but in a snap Sam found himself once more against the wall the cold biting metal digging into his hand and Dean standing before him shoving the dagger towards his chest.
"No Dean that's not true it isn't hoe it is!" Sam pleaded as the whole nightmarish scene began to unfold in front of him again. The sound of snapping bones and Dean's breaths leaving him tore through Sam leaving his entire body shuddering in response.
"Dean," Sam pleaded desperately as he watched his brother die before his eyes once more his blood covering his ahndas and the entire area around them. Sam stared down at his brother for a moment before sinkign to the floor next to him witha ragged sob of despair and anguish as he gripped on to Dean's jacket desperately searching his face as his own breahtig began to fail him and he visibly blanched at the encore presentation. He gripped his crumpled to the ground next to his brother his eyes skammed shut trying to ush away the warm sensation of the blood around them as he rocked back and forth slightly humming under his breath trying to make it all go away as his hands remained gripped upon his brother's jacket.
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Post by Leviathan on May 27, 2008 23:13:27 GMT -4
As the same deal played out before Leviathan, Dean's ribcage shattering beneath the blade, the blood spilling over the brothers, Dean tumbling to the ground and Sam following suit, the Demon sighed deeply and glanced at the clock that lay directly above the doorway.
"This may take longer than expected...." he mumbled bitterly, hopping down off the bed and all but dancing his way over to the pair of brothers. Reaching down effortlessly and tearing the dagger from Dean's chest with a sickening crunch, Lev twirled the blade quickly in his hand and stared down on Sam, confusion etched upon his face.
Crouching down beside the younger brother and twirling the blade in his hand as he did so, Lev moved his face closer to the now huddled Winchester and listened intently "Are you...Are you humming Metallica?" he whispered with a slight edge of confusion to his tone of voice "I had you down more as a New Kids On The Block fangirl...." he added spitefully and pulled himself back up from the ground.
"Tell me Sammy Boy....how many times must dear old Dean here do your own job for you before you decide it is time to wake up?" he mused quietly "You know what you have to do....unless you wish your body to rot upon that bed until the hounds come for you....never making it right with Dean....such heartache." he added quietly, tossing the blade into Dean's hand and snapping his fingers again.
"It's like being in a Goddamn time warp!" he spat, spinning upon the spot as he watched Dean simply say no words but continue to drive the blade over and over and over again into himself. Lev gave no time for Sam to react, with every thud of Dean's body hitting the floor another action replay began and Lev watched more than slightly amused at the growing puddle of blood between the pair of them.
"If you want this to stop....if you want to stop seeing the light spark out of his eyes then you know what to do Sammy Boy! Do it!" Lev's voice spat throughout the room as he remained rooted upon the spot his eyes drilling into Sam.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 28, 2008 9:03:04 GMT -4
Sam had lain curled on his side his hands still holding their death grip upon Dean’s jacket even as the blood of his brother soaked through the fabric of his clothes and sent a sickening scent of death in the air. He wouldn’t focus on that though because if he did he was sure to lose it. He hadn’t really ever taken into consideration that it might actually work but the fact that Dean would hum Metallica of all things when placed in a stressfully mind numbing situation intrigued Sam and now was as good a time as any to try his brother’s tactics.
He didn’t know a lot of Metallica songs but he knew enough by default since it came with the job of riding in a car with Dean for any long period of time. He clenched his eyes shut as he continued to hum finding it did at least drown out the demon’s voice which was as good a place to start as any.
Sam’s eyes snapped open though as his hands which had clung so desperately to his brother suddenly became empty and his brother was standing before him once again dagger held in his hand, pressed violently against his chest.
“Dean!” Sam cried out panicked frantically pulling himself from the ground but not fast enough to stop his brother from plunging the dagger into his chest again. Sam watched in horror as the same sickening scene now played out before him time and time again the blood coating the entire floor as he backed away from where his brother stood killing himself time and time again.
“Stop it…please stop,” Sam begged his entire resolve shattering at having to witness his brother’s suicide over and over again. He stumbled backwards though he couldn’t pull his eyes away from his brother. His back hit the wall with a thud as he slid down to the ground hugging his knees against his chest and rocking slowly back and forth tears tearing down his face as he looked from his brother to his own body which was soaked in his brother’s blood.
Sam clenched his eyes shut and buried his head in his knees but it didn’t stop the sounds which came with his brother’s death and those were even worse then witnessing the actual act. His entire body shook violently as he could literally feel his heart shattering in his chest and his mind cracking under the emotional stress.
As the sounds mixed with the demon’s voice sounded through the room Sam felt what it was like to have his last strain of sanity along with his grip on reality break. His eyes snapped open and they were filled with nothing but pure unadulterated anger at the entire situation and the lunacy of it all. He launched himself up from the floor at his brother and tore the dagger from his hands before he could stab himself in the chest once more.
In a red haze of confusion and rage Sam brought the dagger clean across his brother’s throat slitting it open as the dagger made contact and sending his brother’s blood spitting across the room as the body crumpled to his feet dead. Sam stood staring down at his brother’s dead body the blood dripping from his face and hair and his eyes empty and burning into the corpse.
Sam’s eyes snapped up and over to the demon his eyes taking on a dark and foreign look to them as his eyes burned into the demon’s unflinching a lost smirk finding its way across his face as he stared down at the dagger in his hands. As the lights glistened across the smooth metal surface Sam’s smirk grew and for all he knew the world around him slipped away and with a sudden crack his eyes found the body of his brother at his feet and the realization of what he had done took over and the familiar look of shock and horror played across his eyes and without another word Sam drove the dagger he held in his hands into his own stomach the white hot pain burning through his gut and spreading quickly throughout his body as he brutally tore the knife from his gut sending rivets of blood pouring from the gapping wound as he dropped the dagger and sank down to his knees his breathing turning into pained filled gasps as he stared in pained realization back at his brother’s corpse. His body sagged forward and crumpled to the ground his eyes staring vacantly up at the ceiling his own blood pooling around him as he felt the cold from the floor creeping into his body and he shuddered at the brutality of the sensation of dying.
He had to wake up now, he had to. You couldn’t die in your sleep you couldn’t not without dying physically…
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Post by Leviathan on May 28, 2008 14:14:51 GMT -4
Leviathan had allowed his eyes to travel disinterestedly about the room as the all too familiar scenario played out before him and he began to wonder just how long it would be before Sam Winchester finally cracked under the pressure.
The answer and the reaction he craved though, came slightly sooner than he first gave Sam credit for as his pleadings ceased and Lev watched with a mixture for confusion and excitement as Sam remained silent upon the floor for a few moments. Lev all but stood to attention as Sam launched himself upon his brother and wrenched the dagger from his hands, his eyes never leaving the younger of the two brothers and as Sam’s resolved visibly shattered around him and he viciously tore the blade clean through Dean’s throat, Lev could not help but allow the slightly shocked yet highly impressed smile to cross his face.
His blackened eyes burned into Sam’s as the younger Winchester stood before him, his brothers blood dripping through his hair and coating his face. The uncharacteristically dark look that had invaded Sam’s eyes tore through Lev and he allowed his own black eyes to snap back to neutral. Stepping forwards slowly and keeping a wary eye upon the young Winchester, Lev circled Dean’s corpse and glanced back up at Sam, an all too impressed smile upon his face. “A stab to the gut would have sufficed….but wow! Throat slitting?! Impressive, creates more mess and comes with more certainty of death…” he mused.
Shaking his head and allowing his eyes to roll, Lev turned away as Sam drove the same blade into his own stomach and he shrugged lightly before turning back to face him. “Well I guess it is a start….” he whispered, his eyes holding onto the form of Sam as he now lay upon the floor, seemingly waiting for death to take hold.
Crouching down beside the young man and staring back at his eyes, Lev held a smile firm upon his face and cocked his head to the side. “That darkness….fcking hell….they say it is strong….they don’t know the half of it.” he hissed “But Sammy Boy, you gotta work on the whole ‘killing yourself’ thing afterwards. A leader can’t go slaughtering himself every time he so much as looks at a person funny…” he growled, allowing his fingers to snap together and watching as the wound within Sam’s stomach healed up upon itself.
“Not like you can die here….but just precautionary….” he mused, snatching up the dagger in his hand and pocketing it quickly. “I knew you had it in you Sammy….” he hissed, reaching down and tearing Sam up to his feet. His hands immediately dusted at Sam’s shoulders and he began to rearrange the young man’s appearance before making his way towards the door.
“Hope you don’t mind that I let myself out before you see the light of day again Sammy Boy, things to see, people to do….and yeah I meant that pun….” he winked “Be sure to sort dear old Dean out, you Winchesters are good at the old saltin’ and burnin’….I wonder what it is like with one of your own though?” he pondered quietly.
“See you very soon Sammy, and a word to the wise….when you go back to see the woman in black….turn up early. Punctuality is a must but eagerness is even better…” he added slyly “Your brother will be fine and well and you will see him in….” Lev glanced up at the clock above the door again and back over at Sam “….six minutes and twenty five seconds….” he added with a smile.
Pulling open the door and stepping out of the “dream”, Lev felt his body all but being torn back into the real world and he woke with a start beside the still unconscious form of Sam Winchester. His eyes stared down at young man and he allowed a small look of confusion and what could almost be construed as fear to cross his face. “Such strong darkness Sammy Boy….” he mused to the still Winchester “And oh how it will be nurtured…see you soon Sammy.” he whispered, packing up his belongings and quickly exiting the hospital room.
His eyes immediately fell upon the all too familiar face of John Winchester sat outside of the room and he walked up to him purposefully. “Your colleague is sleeping Mr…?” Lev shook his head as he tried to remember what alias the father had used and he simply placed his hand upon his shoulder and smiled “If you go back to your offices, or go home, we shall call when we have news. Not much use can be done for him if you stay.” he added, watching with an invisible look of amusement as the Winchester father stood up from his seat, nodded in affirmation and made his way slowly down and out of the hospital. “Like stealing candy from a baby…” Lev mused quietly, glancing up and down the corridor quickly before making his own way towards the exit.
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Post by cam on May 28, 2008 15:13:01 GMT -4
Dr. Allison Cameron hadn’t a clue how long she had been away from the ER, all she knew was that for some strange reason she had decided to up and leave during her shift and high tail it to the staffroom and all but chill out with a long break and a coffee.
As time went by and she watched the minutes tick by, she knew deep down she should be back down on the ward. Hell, she had more than enough patients to see to but for the love of God she could not work out why she refused to move. Finally as the clock informed her that more than five hours had passed, Allison discovered all too suddenly that the very feeling that had kept her within the small room and away from her job had quickly vanished and she rushed her way down to the ER, muttering apologies to all involved and keeping her head down as much as possible.
Making her way down towards the room in which Sam lie and glancing about the hallways for anyone she knew to be with him, she pushed her way into the room and made her way slowly over to Sam. The machines that helped him to breath and the heart monitor that rhythmically timed his pulse resounded through the room and she quickly glanced over his notes before making her way over to him.
Gently easing his eyes open and flashing her light quickly into them, Allison sagged slightly and briefly jotted some notes down within his file. Pulling a stool over to the side of his bed and making herself marginally comfortable upon it, Allison eased the sheets down from over his body and removed the dressings upon his wounds. The bruises and various wounds that littered his torso seemed to be coping well beneath the stitches that now littered his body and she quickly redressed them before she moved her way down to his leg.
As she slowly and carefully removed the dressing about his thigh and began to inspect the work of the surgeons, Allison quickly took up a warm cloth and gently wiped away the blood and grime that still lay about the wound. Beginning to redress his thigh wound and glancing back up at Sam’s face, Allison still could not for the life of her work out what it was about this young man that just didn’t seem right and she could not help but wonder just who he was and how he came to be in this way.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 28, 2008 16:20:12 GMT -4
Sam’s breathing was shallow as he kept his eyes glued to the ceiling above him feeling the life creep out of him but he couldn’t drown out the words of the demon that loomed over him. Sam swallowed the lump in his throat wanting to protest that he wasn’t evil that he wasn’t dark…but then again he had just murdered his brother.
The air went rushing back into Sam’s lungs as the wound he had inflected upon himself was healed within the instant. Sam struggled within the demon’s grasp as he was hauled back on to his feet his eyes wide as they fought to look everywhere but at Dean’s body.
“I’m not evil,” Sam whispered as he watched the demon just leave the room. He was alone then with apparently 6 minutes and twenty seconds to spare. He moved away quickly from the body of his brother and sat huddled in the corner of the room his head buried in his knees as he clenched his eyes shut willing himself to wake up.
He could feel a tightness growing in his chest and as the minute rolled on it became harder and harder the breath the room around him growing fuzzy and pain burning through his nerves as if his entire body was being burnt from the inside out. He gasped desperately for air as he curled into his side his eyes slamming closed as the world around him grew dark.
The pain filled darkness only surrounded him for seconds before his eyes snapped open and a bright painful light burned into his eyes. His lungs burned for air and he desperately tried to breath but there was something in his throat choking him and he began to panic. His body jerked painfully as he jerked back into consciousness his entire body screaming in an anguished protest as he choked and gagged on the intubation tube.
Hot tears of frustration and panic snaked there way from the corner of his eyes as he struggled with the tube and the other machines he had been hooked up to. His body had gone into a straight panic as he struggled and fought to breath his eyes searching the room desperately for his brother or father but the only one there was the doctor he had seen when he first arrived.
His eyes locked with hers desperate and pleading for her to help him.
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Post by cam on May 28, 2008 16:41:22 GMT -4
As Allison had continued to re-dress the wounds on Sam’s leg, her eyes immediately snapped up to the heart monitor as it seemingly began to race and she took herself off from the stool and made her way quickly to Sam. The movement in his chest and his breathing pattern became erratic all of its own accord and she could not help but stumble back only slightly as Sam’s eyes snapped open and he immediately choked back upon the breathing tube down his throat.
Gently placing her hands upon his shoulders and bringing him back down to a lying position, Allison’s eyes locked with Sam’s and the fear and pain was already ever evident behind his eyes. She knew the look he gave her, she saw it countless times when patients had awoken to find the offending intubation tube rammed none too gently down their throat and she removed one hand from his shoulder and placed it gently across his forehead.
“I need you to lay still Sam…” she whispered gently, her eyes conveying her concern for the young man before her and she gently began to remove the tape that held the tube steady within Sam. “What I need you to do for me is breath out slowly. You have a tube in your throat to help you breath Sam, but I am going to take it out now ok? Not going to lie, this won’t be comfortable but I need you to breath out for me as I do it ok?” she whispered again, taking a firm hold upon the intubation tube and beginning to pull it out.
Her movements remained gentle and yet she knew she had to get the tube out quick before Sam panicked even more and made the whole situation worse and as the tube was finally bought free from him, she allowed it to fall down beside the bed and quickly shone her light through Sam’s eyes before smiling back at him. “Sorry about that.” she said quietly, indicating to the tubing “It will hurt to talk for a while, do you need water? It’s all I can really offer you right now.” she added quietly.
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