What if Dean shot Jake?
Sam looked down at Jake and lifted up the iron spoke to bring it down on Jake and kill him. But then he stopped. He would not become the cold-blooded killer that Yellow Eyes wanted him to be. He dropped the spike to the ground and then heard something.
It was still faint, but it sounded like Dean. He turned and headed towards the sound. He saw Dean and Bobby coming out of the woods.
"Sam," Dean breathed in relief. He hadn't been sure what he would find here, but had thought it would be bad whatever it was. Sam seemed to be cradling his shoulder, but otherwise looked fine.
"Dean," Sam answered him in equal relief. He remembered how Yellow Eyes had killed Ava's fiancé when he had taken her, and had feared that Dean had met the same fate.
"Sam, look out," Dean yelled as he saw some kid coming up behind Sam with a knife. When he saw that Sam didn't react to his warning, he lifted up his gun and shot him.
Sam turned around to see Jake fall behind him. He probably should have picked up the weapons before he walked away from him. Maybe his dad was right and sometimes he was unfocused. Then he thought of something.
"I wish you hadn't done that," Sam said.
"He was going to kill you," Dean said, wondering what the problem was.
"Let's get out of here," Sam said, looking around for the demon.
"We should salt and burn him," Dean said.
"No, we have to go now," Sam insisted.
Bobby could see that Sam was really freaked about something. "Let's go, Dean."
Dean took note of Bobby's tone and looked at Sam. He looked scared, and he wasn't sure how badly he was hurt. He decided that maybe they should leave.
"You OK, Sammy?" Dean asked as he went over to give Sam support if he needed it.
"I'm fine. I just want to really get out of here," Sam said and headed towards the woods. Bobby and Dean hurried after him. When they got to the edge of the woods, a figure suddenly appeared before them, his eyes glowing yellow.
"Going somewhere, Sammy?" he asked.
"Far away from you," Sam responded.
"You cheated, you know? Having your brother kill Jake for you."
"What's he talking about?" Dean asked.
"Sam's the sole Survivor, last man standing. He's going to lead my demon army," the yellow eyed demon answered.
"That will never happen," Sam said, but his voice sounded shaky to Dean.
"I'm afraid it will," Yellow Eyes smirked and snapped his fingers. The next thing they knew, the four of them were in a dungeon. Yellow Eyes put out his hand and flung Dean and Bobby to the wall. Then he walked up to Sam.
"Leave him alone," Dean yelled as Sam backed up trying to get away from the demon.
The demon ignored Dean and reached out and grabbed Sam by his hurt arm. Sam screamed out in pain. "Come on," the demon said and pulled him over to the one bed in the dungeon.
"What are you going to do?" Sam asked. He didn't want to know, but he didn't not want to know, either.
"You'll see. Lay down," the demon ordered.
"I said leave him alone," Dean shouted.
The demon whispered in Sam's ear, "I don't want to hurt you, so lay down and be still for me, or I'll take it out on Dean."
Sam swallowed and lay down. He didn't want Dean hurt because of him and he knew he couldn't escape anyway. The demon patted his cheek and said, "Good boy." Sam flinched away from him which just made the demon laugh. He strapped Sam's wrists and ankles to the bed and pulled leather bindings tightly over his chest, waist and neck. "Wait here," the demon joked.
He then walked over to Dean and Bobby. Dean noticed that there were metal shackles on the wall next to them. He could guess what was coming next. "Can't stay here holding you all the time now can I?" the demon asked as he put the shackles around their wrists. Dean noted that he left their legs free.
"I'll be right back with your nourishment, Sammy," the demon said and disappeared out the door.
"Well, at least you're going to get fed," Dean said, trying to look at the bright side of things.
But as if to prove Dean wrong, the demon walked back in at that moment with an IV stand all set up. There was something red in the bag. Sam caught sight of it and had a feeling he knew what it was based on what the demon had told him earlier.
"No, please," Sam begged.
"What is that?" Dean asked.
"Demon blood," the demon answered. It's going to make Sammy nice and strong, but at the same time weak enough to be controlled by me.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asked.
"You'll see," the demon said as he inserted the needle into Sam's vein and started the drip. He left after making sure that Sam's bonds were tight and he wouldn't be able to pull the IV out. "That should finish in about an hour and then I'll be back with another one," he said as he closed the door.
Sam started struggling, but the bindings all held tight. He couldn't move enough to remove the needle. He could feel the demon blood entering his system. It was a completely unpleasant burning sensation. He moaned in pain.
"Sammy, are you OK?" Dean questioned anxiously.
"No." Sam was nearly in tears, but he didn't want Dean to worry about him anymore than he already was. He ended up passing out from the pain.
"What's wrong with him, Bobby?" Dean asked.
"His body is probably trying to reject that demon blood," Bobby theorized. "How am I supposed to know?" he then asked testily. He had never heard of anyone being given demon blood and was worried about the effects it would have. Vampire blood turned people into vampires, so maybe it was the same with demon blood. He hoped not, or they would have to kill Sam. …If they themselves were able to walk out of here alive.