“Put the demon down Sam; I’m here,” Azazel said.
Sam turned to face the demon that ruined his life. The demon that made him one of his special children. Sam lied, to himself, and to everyone he met that he was innocent. Samuel Campbell had suspected that Sam was a monster. He tested, tortured, experimented on Sam for years trying to bring the evil out of him. Samuel sent Sam to the hunters camp, they tortured him more, cleansing him, finally deeming him human. They should have known a human probably wouldn’t have lived through all that torture.
Sam had lost control when the demon he had trapped in a devil’s trap kept taunting him. He used his powers to try to snuff the life out of the demon. Black smoke swirled around the nostrils of the demon…show more content… I won’t hand over my pup.”
“I’m hurt, Samual that you’d think I’d ask for those things.”
Sam eyed Azazel. Sam glanced over at John. Sam was about to make a bad deal he had no choice.
“Family and Friends are off the table.” Sam reiterated.
“Yes.”
“Fine.”
Azazel reached out grabbing Sam’s arm pulling him towards him. He slashed his hand and then Sam’s hand, squeezing their hands together. Sam closed his eyes feeling Azazel's blood mix with his own.
“This is set in blood Sam. You will not get out of this deal.”
John lunged for Azazel.
“Not today Winchester,” Azazel said as he tossed John against the opposite wall with a flick of his wrist. Azazel’s eyes glowing yellow for a split second.
Azazel reached out touched Sam’s forehead with his index and middle finger. Sam was giving the information to where the bunker was through Azazel’s touch.
Azazel stood back and tilted his head at Sam.
“I’ll even give you another…gift”
Azazel reached out towards Sam with a small vial of liquid.
“Stick this into Sinclair’s jugular. His magic will be suspended for about minute.”
Sam grabbed the vial from Azazel.
“See you, Sammy.” Azazel disappeared. John fell to the floor. John quickly stood…show more content… “I’m gonna kill you once I have my boy back,” John growled.
“We’ll see about that,” Sam said coldly back.
Dean woke up curled up on the mat. He was stiff, sore, hungry. By his calculations, he has been at the bunker a couple of days. The lights would turn off every twelve hours or so. He would be fed twice a day. Breakfast consisted of oatmeal with fruit, chicken, and vegetables served for his dinner.
Dean looked over at the alpha in the next exhibit cage. The alpha slept against the glass wall where the holes were, his scent filling up Dean’s cage.
“Hey, George,” Dean yells out to his neighbor. Dean decided to give the alpha a name. The alpha seemed ok with his new name.
The alpha grunted back at Dean.
Dean was fighting off feelings of abandonment. He knew deep down that Sam would do everything he could to find him. Keeping his spirits up has been challenging. His only company was George; their conversations were one-way.
George abruptly rolled onto his hands and knees getting up quickly. He moved to the front of his enclosure. He began banging on the glass. Dean froze for a moment while watching how agitated George had
