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Post by Almighty Admin on Sept 14, 2008 23:43:59 GMT -4
The doctor’s had run as many tests on Sam Winchester as was humanly possible and there was no way to explain the sudden fit he had had on the operating table nor was there an explanation for the ranting and raving of demons the young man had go on about when he had first awoken from the coma. Since his breathing was still weak and labored under sedation the medical team had decided it best to intubate him once more and after clearing the boy’s hospital room of his family they set him back up in his ICU room.
Sam had no idea what was happening in the world around him as soon as the doctor had plunged the needle into his vein he had known nothing more. His unconscious had been plagued with all manner of unsightly nightmares and terrors but there had been no more dream demons and that was a step in the proper direction for his sanity at least.
He lay still upon the hospital bed his pale skin standing out in contrast with the sheets beneath him as the intubation tube snaked from him mouth down into the machine which for the moment was helping him breath. The doctors hoped once he pushed out of sedation…if he pushed out of sedation that he would be able to breathe on his own accord. But for the moment the rhythmic beating of the heart monitor and the slight sound of the breathing machine were the only signs that Sam Winchester was even alive. His right arm lay plastered in a cast his wrists still bandaged and dressed from the previous assault to them, the skin on his face, torso, and basically his entire body was littered with molten bruises which over the span of his hospital stay had begun to heal slightly but still shown their angry black and blues back upon Sam’s pale skin. His leg lay bandaged and wrapped the skin and muscle under it still the worst of his injuries. But among it all Sam still lived his eyes shifting slightly under his closed lids plagued by yet another nightmare as he lay in a forced sleep upon the hospital bed alone once the doctors left his side.
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Post by Leviathan on Sept 15, 2008 11:08:18 GMT -4
He had done what had been asked of him and in truth he was more then slightly agitated to be brushed off so easily by the demon…he had after all done the dirty work for her. Gotten into Sam Winchesters mind and got her the feelings and planted the seeds she needed so with that in mind Leviathan decided it was time he revisited events for his own gain. He had seen the darkness inside the Winchester boys mind and he knew how easily it would be for the boy to snap and become more powerful then any of them could handle and if he did that while still on this plane Lilith would lose her place of power and she was the one he served in the end. She was the one the Crossroads demon served in the end as well but in this instance Leviathan served himself and no other.
He knew that his mission as far as the time in question was complete but there had been something intoxicating; something which brought him back to the hospital hallways and down towards the ICU room where he knew the Winchester boy was currently in; sleeping once again as luck would have it. It was always much better when they were down for the count per say. With a few persuasive words he had sent the attending nurse on her way and stared down at the pathetic form of the youngest Winchester. His “family” the ones who always seemed to want to protect him at every turn were absent most likely not by choice but absent none the less which worked well in leviathan’s favor.
“Good to see you so soon here Sammy Boy I’m sure you missed me,” he hissed with a malicious grin. They needed Sam Winchester dead and gone from this world at least and they didn’t have the time to wait for the boys deal to come due and he would gain some points with those above him if he saw to the problem himself.
“You see Sammy you could say we are a bit impatient to have our fun with you,” Leviathan continued as he walked the small space next to the boys bed his eyes scanning over the different tubes and IV’s and the like keeping him alive till he was able to do so on his own.
His fingers reached out and wrapped around the breathing tube and kinked the tubing cutting off the air supply flowing through the tube. The machines immediately began to protest and Leviathan applied more pressure to the tube.
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Post by Almighty Admin on Sept 15, 2008 11:29:14 GMT -4
The drugs which had filtered through Sam’s system had done there job of keeping him sedated long enough for the tests to run their course but as the hours went on he felt himself balancing along the edge of consciousness. The first sign was the creeping sensations of pain and the labored burning sensation in his chest from the strain of his weakened body attempting to breathe but being unable to.
It was the sudden panic of suffocation and pain which tore him from his state of unconsciousness and into the here and now of his situation. His eyes snapped opened as panic consumed his body. 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. But more so then that he felt ice cold fear encompass him as he stared panicked up into the face of the same dream demon from before. 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.
He was suffocating and choking at the same time the intubation tube choking him and the demon preventing the machine from even breathing for him. He heard several blares of machines around but he saw nothing but the demonic eyes that stared back at him as he weakly fought to breath.
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Post by Leviathan on Sept 15, 2008 11:41:36 GMT -4
Leviathan’s smile only widened as the panic stricken eyes of Sam Winchester stared up at him.
“Surprised to see me Sammy boy? You see there has been a slight change in plan you could say we are just a bit over anxious for you to join us,” he hissed as he easily swatted away Sam’s hands as he the boy feeble tried to pull at the tube which lay down his throat.
“I bet that hurts like a bitch doesn’t it? The whole tube shoved down your throat deal…and then add the fact of no air at all…but it is nothing to what is destined for you Sam…nothing compared to the agony the fires of hell hold for you,” he replied with a malicious laugh as he re-gripped his hold upon the breathing tube since Sam’s weak fight made it slightly more trying to grip on to.
“You know what I’ll throw you a bone Sammy and do this the old fashion way,” Leviathan replied a sinister look growing in his eyes as he grabbed the breathing tube tighter and tore it viciously from Sam’s mouth discarding it along the side of the bed before the youngest Winchester even had a fighting chance to process what was happening.
His hands tore the remaining IV and tubes out of Sam speckles of blood immediately staining his skin and the hospital clothes which covered him.
“You won’t be needing any further medical help where your off to Sammy boy,” Leviathan replied happily as both of his hands clamped down upon Sam’s throat pinning him to the bed as he strangled him.
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Post by Almighty Admin on Sept 15, 2008 11:53:50 GMT -4
Sam’s entire body screamed in pain but there was not a thing he could do to stop the demon. He could feel the edges of darkness swimming through his vision and his struggle began to weaken by the second as he stared back into the cold dark eyes which would be the last thing he saw. Sam’s entire body froze with agony as the breathing tube was torn viciously from his throat. He could feel his throat torn and damaged by the action as the iron taste of blood coated his throat and he cried out in protest his voice hoarse and desperate as he struggled against the assault the demon heaped at him.
He didn’t have the strength for it, his entire being had been dragged and beaten in the last 2 weeks and he was weak no matter how hard he tried to fight it off. A strangled cry for help was cut off as the demon’s hands latched upon his throat cutting off what little air he had managed to breathe in the few seconds after the breathing tube had been torn from him. His vision clouded and his body bucked as his hands tore weakly and without cause against the demon’s hands which suffocated him.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 15, 2008 12:21:20 GMT -4
Dean had still not managed to even begin and forgive himself for his brother's condition. Granted, he knew what had happened was not really his fault, but he had been the one possessed and it didn't make him feel any better.
For a few days, self medicating with beer and women kicked the trick, but on Day Four the hangover broke and he could think clearly again. As quickly as it had been sucked away, the guilt came back like a wet blanket. He knew he had to get to the hospital to see Sam.
As he made his way along the sterile hallways, Dean couldn't shake the idea that there was something wrong-really wrong. Maybe the doctors were keeping something away from them, maybe Sam was far worse off than anyone thought. Dean quickened his steps as he headed for the ICU.
Dean rounded the corner and entered the small room. For a moment, he froze in utter horror. A man was leaning over Sam with his hands wrapped tightly around his brother's neck. In his weakened condition, Sam was in no position to fight him off.
"Get the hell off of him!" Dean lunged forward, grabbing the man by his shoulders and heaving him to the floor where they both landed, the other facedown with Dean on top of him.
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Post by Leviathan on Sept 15, 2008 12:38:15 GMT -4
Leviathan was known to become wrapped up in his work much to his own down fall you could say but at the moment he was only occupied with one thing and one thing only…ending Samuel Winchester.
“Stop your bitching and moving it’ll be done soon enough,” he growled his hands tightening around Sam’s throat the skin under his hands bruising under the pressure and violence of the act.
He should have heard Dean enter the room but he heard nothing but the life leaving Sam and he was taken aback when he was suddenly wrenched away from the youngest Winchester and propelled backwards upon the floor. The familiar voice of Dean Winchester filtering through the room.
A sadistic laugh feel from his lips as the scenario came into full completion. Leviathan jerked his body backwards to knock Dean off of his back and turned immediately o face the older Winchester.
“Dean Winchester as I live and breath looks like Christmas came early this year,” he replied his voice even his eyes burning with hatred as they for the briefest of seconds blinked over to the gasping younger brother on the hospital bed.
“Didn’t expect to see you so soon after our little close encounter,” the demon hissed all too eager to bring up the fact he was the one who had possessed Dean’s body.
“But you see me and Sam here have some business to take care of,” he hissed in reply his eyes snapping to their black demonic hue as he lunged for Dean.
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Post by Almighty Admin on Sept 15, 2008 12:48:13 GMT -4
The world had slowly begun to fade around Sam as the demon’s hands tore into his throat stealing his life from him and he had no way to stop it. He was alone with no help and in no fit state to do anything to save himself. The more Sam struggled the tighter it seemed the demon’s grip became. A voice he hadn’t expected to hear came seconds before he felt the demon’s hands rip away from his throat. His wide eyes immediately fell upon his brother as he sputtered and coughed trying desperately to inhale air into his deprived lungs.
His body slumped back against the blood stained hospital sheets the color completely drained from his face as his breaths came out in quickened and panicked gasps. He tried to talk his eyes still latched upon his brother but nothing resounded from his damaged throat save for a torrent of blood laced coughs. His hands gripped into the sheets around him his body still shaking with panic as it tried to settle itself but the panic was too far along for the calm to come immediately and Sam could feel the grips of unconsciousness pull and tear at his body no matter how hard he tried to fight it until he was dragged back down into the black encompassing grip of unconsciousness.
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Post by Yellow Eyed Demon on Sept 15, 2008 15:53:20 GMT -4
Azazel had been wanting to see Sam Winchester since their last encounter when he had possessed John Winchester's body. Now was his chance. He had heard rumors going around about Sam Winchester's deal. But that wouldn't work for Azazel. Sam was too important to his plans.
Azazel walked down the hospital hall, his usual yellow pupils hidden behind the facade of his host's usual colored eyes. He would reveal himself in due time. He stepped into the room which Sam Winchester was staying in for shocking surprise.
A man was trying to attack Dean Winchester as Sam lay unconscieus. Azazel blinked and his eyes were his signature yellow.
"Now what do we have here?" Azazel smiled, recognizing the aura of the room.
Leviathan. He should have known.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 15, 2008 20:32:51 GMT -4
Dean felt himself falling backwards, suddenly hitting the wall behind him. As the figure who had just thrown him off turned, Dean had a moment of realization.
"our little close encounter...." The black eye flash....demon...and not just any demon, the demon that had caused him to put Sam in this hospital in the first place.
The demon lunged forward. Dean moved quickly and sprang to meet him. He caught the creature around his throat and threw him back onto the floor. Dean felt his thumbs cutting into the demon's trachea. He hoped the went all the way through.
"You...stay....the.....hell...away...from...my...brother." Dean slammed the demon's head off of the floor with every word. He crushed the body down onto the floor with a heavy blow. Dragging himself to his feet, Dean drove his foot down onto the demon's throat.
"Son of a bitch." He dug into one of the inside pockets of his jacket. Yanking out a bottle of holy water, he started to unscrew the cap. Suddenly, his eyes fell on Sam.
His brother's skin was marked with blood and some nasty looking swelling from IVs being removed forcefully. And the breathing tube that had clearly been keeping Sam alive had been discarded on the floor-more than likely not having been removed in any sensable manner.
"Bastard." Dean stamped on the demon's throat again. His hand grasped the breathing tube, rubbing holy water on it as he muttered a blessing.
Dean dropped onto the floor beside the demon. His knee fell on his chest, pinning the demon down.
"How do you like it?" He forced the demon's mouth open, shoving the plastic tubing down his throat. Opening the holy water, Dean poured the contents into the tube and down the creature's throat. Reaching behind him, he found a roll of medical tape and began to seal the demon's mouth shut.
Letting go of the tape, Dean's hand reached back to grab a knife from his back pocket. Holding the demon's mouth closed, he felt a small surge of satisfaction as he saw the demon's skin begin to sizzle. Holding the knife to the creature's skin, Dean drove the metal clear through his skin. The knife sliced easily, slipping through the tissue and muscle.
Before he realized what had happened, Dean saw that save for a few small pieces of flesh, the demon's head had nearly been severed.
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Post by Yellow Eyed Demon on Sept 15, 2008 21:07:01 GMT -4
Azazel was surprised by Dean's brutality as he watched from the doorway entrance. This was entertaining. He couldn't believe how Dean was beating on Leviathan. The hatred and rage in his eyes. He could use Dean's loyalty to his brother. Yes, that was an idea indeed.
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Post by Almighty Admin on Sept 15, 2008 21:50:34 GMT -4
Sam knew Dean was there even as his mind tried to drown him under the unconsciousness his body craved and more than likely needed he needed to know his brother was ok and Sam finally forced his eyes open once more the pain immediately swimming over him causing his breath to become low and shallow but far less frantic then it had been before he had passed out. His throat felt raw and he knew it would probably be awhile before it felt like anything but razor blade sandpaper.
Sam weakly pushed himself against the bed his eyes never leaving his brother as he watched wide eyed as Dean slaughtered the demon. He had never seen such rage and violence in Dean in one single shot; he had seen his brother angry and out of control but this was something entirely new.
“Dean…” Sam’s voice was low and hoarse and laced with pain as he fought to sit up further trying to catch his attention. It was then he realized that they weren’t alone. His eyes went wide with fear and what little color he had left in his face drained as his eyes locked upon the murderous yellow hues of the one demon who had made their lives a living hell since Sam had been a baby.
He could feel his heart slam against his chest every nerve ending in his body screaming out in pain yet he was frozen in place his eyes locked on to those of the yellow eyed demon in the doorway.
“Dean!” Sam cried his voice far more panicked as his hands tore into the bed sheet which clustered around him. The blood seeped down his arms and stained into the scrub pants he wore from all of the various wounds he now had due to the most recent attack upon him but he didn’t care about any of it he was focused on one thing and it was the thing which had ruined their lives from the start.
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Post by Yellow Eyed Demon on Sept 15, 2008 21:57:08 GMT -4
Azazel smiled as he saw Sam notice him.
"Morning champ. Looks like you two have had a rough time since last time I saw you. Being possessed, making deals. I go for just a few months and all hell breaks loose. You're lost without me Sammy. Especially with you only having under a month left..."
Azazel shrugged sarcastically.
"What if I told you I could help you get out of this mess."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 15, 2008 22:18:44 GMT -4
Dean took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure as he took in what he had just done to the demon. Getting up, he slowly put the bloody knife back into his pocket as he turned to Sam.
His brother had looked terrible before, but now he looked worse. In fact now, he looked more terrified than anything. Dean followed Sam's eyes.
He gasped in horror as he saw just what-or rather who-was causing Sam's fright. The demon with the yellow eyes-the one he hated more than anything-was staring back at them.
"Stay away from us, unless you want to end up like him." Dean pulled a rosary from his jacket pocket and held it in front of him.
"Sam, we've got to get out of here. Can you walk?" His eyes shot toward a gurney that had been left in a corner of the room. "Wait."
Dean kept his eyes trained on the demon and held the rosary between the two.
"Here. Get up. We've got to get out of here." He pushed the gurney close to Sam's bed. "Get on. Now."
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Post by Almighty Admin on Sept 15, 2008 22:29:27 GMT -4
Sam's entire body seemed to shake from what he couldn't even tell exactly but with each passing second he felt the encompassing feeling of terror rip through him as the yellow eyes blazed back at him. The voice that sliced through the room was just as bad as the eyes, since the moment Sam had been pulled from his coma life had been a living nightmare and his body as well as his mind was beginning to wear down from it. He couldn't make heads from tails or anything else. All he knew was he was glad for the first time in what felt like forever his brother was with him and he wasn't alone.
"We don't..." Sam's words cut off as he was about to tell the demon what exactly he could do with his offer to help the Winchesters out of the deal that sam had made.
Sam's eyes locked with Dean's as he pushed the empty gurnery towards him he had nothing to tie him to the bed any longer, the discarded and bloodied tubes and IV's were scattered around the floor along with the blood mess which was the dream demons body or what was left of it.
Sam reached out with pale hands and gripped to his brothers jacket for a moment pulling himself from the hospital bed to the gurnery Dean had pushed up next to the bed. Every movement tore through him and he gasped in pain as he released the hold on his brother and all but collapsed down upon the gurnery curling into his body hisa rms wrapped around his chest as pain coursed through him and his body shook with pain as his eyes clenched shut for the moment focused on nothing more then the agony not even the yellow eyed demon could steal his focus just then.
"Hurts...Dean," he whispered his vocie small and shattered but he didn't care the medication was quickly making its way from his system and all he wanted to do as for them to be left alone for the month or so he had left.
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