A Supernatural fanfiction by: wovianonakayak
*I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters*
This story takes place while Sam is in the mental hospital with Lucifer in his mind.
Sammy! Sammy! Sammy! Sammy! Saaammmmyyyyyy!
"You can't call me that," Sam muttered. He was tired. So tired. Seven days with no sleep had left him feeling almost paralized. He could barely move. His eyes wanted to close… Just close… Drift to sleep… Peace… SAMMY!
Sam just wanted it to stop. He needed it to stop. Ever since the Hell wall in his mind broke, he'd been seeing Lucifer, himself, everywhere. The hallucinations were so real. Too real. He didn't imagine hearing the noises, they were real. They were trumpets and firecrackers in his ears. No matter how much he wanted to sleep, he couldn't. Sam just wanted it to stop. He needed it to stop.
Everyday was a cycle. He laid in his bed, stayed awake, and tried to ignore the devil on his shoulder. Nights were weird. For eight hours, he stayed in a daze, not able to fall into the sweet caress of slumber.
The doctors on the mental floor loaded meds into Sam's system, to the point where it was bordering unsafe. Nothing helped. Somehow, the medication made Sam more tired(something he thought was impossible). How could he explain to them that he had Lucifer in his mind? He couldn't. For hours on end, the troublesome mind-demon talked to and messed with Sam. It was like having a hyper toddler with you at all times. Only this toddler knew his way around a torture chamber.
How many bears does it take to change a lightbulb? Sam didn't want to hear the punchline. None! Bears don't use artificial lighting! The young Winchester closed his eyes and groaned. You didn't think it was funny? I thought you loved my jokes. "I love it when you shut up." Ouch. That hurt right here. The devil pointed to his chest and put on a hurt face.
Where was Dean? Sam knew his older brother was looking for a solution to his current situation, but he couldn't be patient. Every day, Sam could feel himself slipping away, only kept in place by the drum and air guitar solos that rang in his ears.
When would it end?