Author's Note: Yes, I am alive and well. After taking a couple of days to recharge my batteries after the humungous undertaking that was "25 Days of Hurt Sam", I'm back with updates for a lot of my stories, starting with the next chapter of this story. The feedback I got on it was amazing and while this story is now outdated by recent episodes, I still hope you will enjoy this chapter. Thanks for all the support! Please note that there is a bit of torture in this chapter. If this bothers you, you might want to skip over Sam's part of this chapter. Please enjoy!
The King of Hell preferred to do his work—planning, torturing, etc.—in dark, dilapidated warehouses. For one thing, they were quiet. You could hear the sound of mice scurrying across the floor. It was the polar opposite of Hell where you couldn't go anywhere without your ears being assaulted by wails of agony. For another thing, they were nice and cool. While only the Cage was freezing, the upper and lower levels of Hell burned worse than the hottest flame. While Crowley tolerated the heat, it could at times, get quite annoying.
"Sir?" Crowley rose from his chair and faced the young demon; the one he'd assign to torture Sam while the King of Hell plotted his next move. Opening one of the gates of Hell—one that led to the lowest pits of the infernal realm—was a great undertaking and knowing Dean, he had no doubt that the eldest Winchester was plotting something to steal his brother back. It would be in vain, of course. Crowley had been plotting this for months, ever since he learned the true nature of Sam's blood. Sam was the key—the one that could break the blasted lock that Heaven had placed on the gate—and Crowley fully intended to see his goal achieved. "Shall I take a break?"
"How much pain is he in?" He wanted Sam as miserable as possible, but he also needed him alive. At the end of the day, it would be Crowley that would finally extinguish Sam's life. It would be him that spilled his blood over the ground and it would be him that would walk away triumphantly. Secretly, he hoped Dean would show. Maybe he could kill both of the Winchester brothers, but at the very least, he could watch the sheer anguish consume the eldest Winchester. That alone would be worth it.
"It's hard to tell," She continued, wringing her hands. "He won't scream."
"Ah, I see."
"Sir, I know you explained he was with Lucifer, but I don't understand—"
"It was before your time," Crowley informed her with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Take your leave. I'll see to him." She bowed her head respectfully.
"Yes sir." With that, she was gone. The King of the Hell then left his "office"—nothing more than an empty room with a desk he had managed to scrounge up—and headed down the hall. He entered the first door on the right and couldn't help but smirk as he took in Sam's appearance. The youngest Winchester was tied to the metal chair with ropes that had chaffed his wrists. Crowley was pleased to see numerous lesions decorating the hunter's arms and his stomach. His shirt was nothing more than a bloody mess, ripped open in some places to expose deep cuts. His forehead shown with sweat and the King of Hell was pleased to see pain lines on his face.
"Moose," He greeted. Sam met his gaze and made no effort to comment, seemingly exhausted. "Starting to regret your choice?" It had been no secret that the two Winchester brothers hadn't been on the best terms lately, which made it so much easier to do this little snatch-and-grab. If Sam had been with Dean when the demons had attacked him, there would've been a different outcome for sure.
"Screw you." Sam spat, blood dribbling down his chin.
"Glad to see you still have that stubborn streak," Crowley told him with a chuckle. "Won't do you much good though. You're going to die, Sammy, and your brother? He'll be next." He idly picked up one of the knifes and toyed with it, longing to cut into Sam himself, but knowing he wouldn't be able to restrain himself if he did so. He needed Sam alive when the full moon arrived. He couldn't risk killing him.
"Sir?" The young demon stood before him once more, her eyes widening in slight confusion as she caught her boss with the knife. "Would you like to—?"
"No, no," Crowley interjected as she returned, handing her the knife. "Just keep him alive."
With a nod of his head, Crowley left. He still had a few details to work out.
It hadn't taken long to track down Benny.
"Wait, what do you mean that the King of Hell is going to kill your brother?" The vampire questioned, leaning against the Impala with his arms folded against his chest. The moon shone brightly above them, a sinister reminder that they now had only two days to find Sam and get him back.
"Sam and me," Dean began, voice shaking slightly from guilt and anger. "We've pissed off a lot of people—"
"I've got no doubts about that, brother." Benny teased with a smirk and even Dean had to huff out a chuckle at that.
"But Sam's blood isn't normal. It's got demon blood mixed in it." Benny's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"What?" He murmured.
"It's a long story," Dean replied, throwing his hands up in defeat. "But Crowley is going to do some sort of blood ritual to open the gates of Hell. He's gonna kill Sam." There was silence for a few seconds as the vampire processed this information.
"We can't let that happen then," He met Dean's gaze. "Let's go get your brother." The vampire grinned and clapped his hand on Dean's back and for a few moments, the eldest Winchester felt as if a giant weight had been lifted. He wasn't alone in this. He had people willing to help him. He didn't have to bear this burden alone.
"I owe you." Benny replied with a shrug.
Resolved, Dean climbed into the Impala and prepared to make the journey to meet up with Castiel as quickly as possible.
"Why won't you scream?" The demon complained as she twisted the knife into his arm. Sam bit his lip to prevent a moan from escaping, but the pain flashed clearly in his eyes. For her part, the demon appeared devastated. It was as if she had made some mistake when it came to the rules of torturing. Still, Sam wouldn't give her the satisfaction of letting her hear him scream. He knew he was screwed—who knew if Dean would even figure out what was going on, much less know how to find him—but his rebellious streak wouldn't quiet down. Maybe he had gotten that from watching his older brother be defiant in the face of evil so many times. "Scream!" She removed the knife and plunged it in his chest, missing all the critical organs. Still, the blade bit into his skin and Sam felt his skin tear aside. Blood spurted out of the wound.
His blood . . . it always came down to his blood.
If Dean were here, he would try to reassure Sam that his blood didn't matter—that, at the end of the day, he was a human and more importantly, he was Dean's brother. Well, the Dean of the past would've done that. Sam didn't know the Dean that had made it back from Purgatory. He missed the older brother who made stupid jokes, who turned the radio up way too loud and who flirted with any pretty girl that he came across. The Dean that had come back from Purgatory had come back on edge and with secrets. This version of his brother Sam had a hard time decoding. All they seemed to be able to do was fight.
He wished he could've fixed that.
Now, it wasn't in his nature to give up—Winchesters weren't quitters—but Sam knew that the odds of him getting out of this alive were slim to none. He had already tried to pray to Castiel but to no avail. He had resigned himself to the fact that he was going to die at the hands of Crowley.
That didn't mean he would make things easy though. No way, he'd raise as much hell as he could.
"No." He gritted out through clenched teeth as the demon removed the knife again. She looked aghast for a few seconds before sheer fury consumed her.
"You're lucky I can't kill you," She hissed. "But there are plenty of other ways to make you pay." She reached for a different, sharper knife.
Sam braced himself.
Author's Note: I'm thinking this will be three or four chapters. Five at max. Please review if you have a second! I'd love to know what you thought! Thanks!