Dean had gone out to get lunch. Although I didn't feel remotely hungry, I knew that he needed a distraction from all of this crap, and if it would make him happy if I ate something, then I would.
"Hey, Sammy..." Spoke the devil on my shoulder, or in this case, the devil sat on the edge of Dean's bed. "Nice trick you pulled back there. It really worked for a good..." He looked at the clock on the wall. "Six hours."
I didn't make eye contact with him.
"You can keep on ignoring me, Sam. But you will crack..." He stated. "It's inevitable." A evil smile lit up his face, before I heard the sound of the door opening.
Dean entered the room. He immediately noticed that I seemed off. "You okay?"
I glanced at where Lucifer had been, before looking back at Dean and nodding. "Yeah, I'm good."
"I brought food." He dumped a paper bag down on the table. Emptying it, he handed me a white polystyrene container. "One salad for Sir Francis."
"Thanks, Dean." I smiled before picking up the fork and opening the lid. Inside, the lettuce leaves were swarming with worms, spiders and beetles. I gasped and threw the container down on the floor.
Dean smiled grimly. "What's wrong, Sam?" He cocked his head to the side.
I immediately began to back away from him.
"Let me help you, Sam..." He repeated over and over as he followed me across the room.
I kept moving away from him, until I reached the wall of the motel room.
"Not so strong now, are you, Sam?" He grinned. "You know what to do..." Dean's head turned.
I followed his gaze to my knife which was still sat above the sink in the bathroom.
"Just one cut, Sam. One cut and it'll all be over." He stated.
"No..." I shook my head, shrinking down the wall until I was sitting on the wooden floor.
"You're pathetic...Worthless..." He shouted. "You know you are...So what's the point?"
Tears began to stream down my cheeks as I continued to shake my head.
"Sammy...Sammy..." Dean grinned.
"Sammy!" A strong voice shouted, shaking me until my eyes focused on him.
Looking up, Dean was knelt down in front of me with a panicked expression.
My tone was weak and tearful. "I need help..."
Dean nodded before pulling me into his arms in a tight embrace. "I know, Sammy. I'll help you, we'll get through this. We always do."
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