Okay, I know I have two stories on here, I just thought this would also be a good story as well!!
WARNING: GRAPHIC BURNING SCENE
CHAPTER ONE
Sam lays asleep on the hotel bed. Dean lays on the other twin bed. They were exhausted from finishing their case at the hotel across town. Dean wakes slowly and sits up. He glances over at Sam who is still asleep. His concern continued to build since Sam's last seizure, he knew the wall was slowly melting away and there was nothing him, Bobby or anyone else could do to stop it. The more the memories came through the more pain Sam seemed to be in. Dean slowly sits on the side of his bed watching Sam sleep. Lightening flashes violently outside. Dean rises slowly and walks over to the window. Through the lightening he sees a dark figure standing in the rain. Slowly Dean shuts the curtains and turns back. He stops seeing Sam's bed is now empty. "Sammy?" he calls. He races to the side and sees Sam laying on the floor, his body shaking violently. "Sammy!" he calls racing over and kneeling down. Sam's hands are in tight fist as his arms and body jerk violently. Dean slides his hand under Sam's head as he continues to thrash. Sam's eyes are opened wide staring into space. Dean can only picture the horror that Sam was remembering from his time in the cage. Slowly the seizing began to slow down. Dean began to worry about his pulse and breathing. Sam continued to stare into space as Dean rises quickly hurries into the bathroom to grab some towels. Sam swallows hard as he flashes back to Hell.
He lays on the hard black sand. He slowly lifts his head and glances over his shoulder. All he can see is fire around him. "No!" he whispers in fear. He jerks back and slides away from the fire as it begins to travel up his legs and up his arms. "No!" he screams as he struggles to put it out but the stinging and the throbbing continues as it climbs his chest. He screams in pain as the fire combs through his hair and across his face. Sam screams feeling his flesh melting and burning as the fire continues to consume his body. "No! No!" he screams wishing and praying for something to put an end to the agony. Suddenly there's a brush of cold air, the feeling of water being pressed against his forehead and neck. He glances around slowly but does not know where it's coming from.
"Sammy!" comes a loud voice. Sam turns his head looking for the voice. "Sammy!" comes the voice again. Slowly Sam begins to grow tired. He slips back into a deep sleep.
Sam lays under the blankets of the bed. He cringes and turns his head as Dean places a wash cloth on his forehead. "Bobby's coming! He's going to take you back home! I'll finish this case on my own!" Dean says rising.
"No! I want to help," Sam says slowly taking the wash cloth. Dean pulls his hand away and presses it back down.
"You're not going any where," Dean snaps. Sam lays on the bed allowing the cool wash rag to remain on his forehead. He hated his brother treating him like a child but for once he was glad he was there.
"Dean...." Sam begins as he sits up slowly. Dean forces him back down.
"It's too dangerous!" Dean begins as he sits down. "I can't allow it."
"It's not your choice, it's mine!" Sam says softly. The rain continues to pound against the roof. Sam groans at the sound.
"Bobby will be here in an hour," Dean says rising. Sam groans not wanting to argue. He slowly lays back down and places the wash cloth on his forehead. Sam glances over at the window as lightening flashes outside. He grins seeing a dark figure looking in at them.
"What was that?" Sam asks sitting up slowly. Dean glances over at the window.
"It's called lightening!" Dean said sarcastically. Sam makes a fake laugh.
"No! The man at the window," he says.
"You saw him too?" Dean asks.
"Yeah! Just now!" Sam says. "He was looking in." Dean walks over to the window and glances out. He looks around slowly.
"Probably a shadow from the storm, it's probably nothing," Dean says. Sam nods slowly. "Now get some rest, I'll wake you when Bobby gets here," Dean says picking up a donut and sitting down on the end of the bed and turning on the television. Sam lays back down and stares at the window coming down the window. Lightening flashes again and ends with a loud crack of thunder. Sam cringes as there's another loud crack of thunder. He covers his ears as the thunder turns into the pounding of nails and the striking of a whip. Sam rolls on his side and pulls the covers over his head like a child frightened by a thunderstorm. Suddenly the power goes out. Sam breathes heavily as he listens for movement from Dean. Slowly he pulls the covers down and sees the room is now completely dark
"Dean?" Sam whispers sitting up. He sees a dark figure at the end of his bed. "Dean?" Sam says seeing the dark figure facing away from him. "Dean, everything okay?" Sam asks. The dark figure slowly turns his head part way.
"Shh!" he whispers turning a back to the wall. Sam groans.
"Dean, this isn't funny!" he says. Suddenly fire consumes the room. Sam jerks back as the man turns towards him. He pulls back the dark hood. Adam looks at him and smiles.
"Hello Sam!" he says.
"No! No! GET AWAY FROM ME!" Sam screams. Adam holds up his hand. Sam gasps feeling his body being forced against the bed frame. Sam glances over as wires are wrapped around his wrist and arms. Sam screams in agony as blood slowly drains from the cuts on his wrist. Sam sobs feeling the bones in his wrist and arms breaking slowly. Every little crack or groan would cause a surge of pain to fill his body. "Dean! Dean! Dean, help me!" he screams as Adam smiles. Sam screams in agony as his body fills with heat and sharp pain as Hell slowly consumes him.
Okay, there's chapter one! Please let me know what you think!!!
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