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likely_evil) wrote2008-08-28 10:44 pm
likely_evil) wrote2008-08-28 10:44 pm
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Lurking in the Shadows - rp for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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There wasn't much that he could remember before the pain. The pain... it was something Sam remembered too well. Too well..
His dad had been there, trying to pull the meat hooks from his body. But the yellow eyed demon had come, jumping on the chains before attacking John, taking him deeper into the bowels of hell and leaving him alone.
Years had to have passed, so long... so long on the hooks that Sam forgot who he really was. But when he saw fire in the pits below him, he remembered a blonde girl on the ceiling. Sometimes he remembered a face, words like jerk and feelings like loss when seeing the face.
Then there were whispers. Voices. And then bright light as a door opened in front of him. Demons rushed through the chains, aiming on their escape. And then the man who had left him long ago grabbed the chains, pulling him free. Sam screamed in pain, confused and lost, and then he found himself in the woods, hovering in a tree.
Alone.
Other demons had talked to him, and he watched them take over bodies. In california, he found a kid on the streets who was about to die from drug overdose... Sam couldn't take over a body that had a live person in it... that was wrong to him... and he made his way to a truck stop.
He made his way back to Kansas. Something about Kansas said home to him, and he wandered the streets until he snuck into a motel room and just curled up on the bed.
Softly he whispered the same word over again. Dean. Dean. dean dean dean dean dean....
That was a year ago. Now, he remembered a name. Sam. It might have been his name, so he took it. People asked him who he was and he said Sam. They asked him what he was looking for. Dean.
No one understood him, and he just kept going from motel to motel. He saw a motel and he thought of Dean. Dean must be in a motel, so that was where he would look.
dean dean dean dean deandeandeandeandeandeandeandean
His dad had been there, trying to pull the meat hooks from his body. But the yellow eyed demon had come, jumping on the chains before attacking John, taking him deeper into the bowels of hell and leaving him alone.
Years had to have passed, so long... so long on the hooks that Sam forgot who he really was. But when he saw fire in the pits below him, he remembered a blonde girl on the ceiling. Sometimes he remembered a face, words like jerk and feelings like loss when seeing the face.
Then there were whispers. Voices. And then bright light as a door opened in front of him. Demons rushed through the chains, aiming on their escape. And then the man who had left him long ago grabbed the chains, pulling him free. Sam screamed in pain, confused and lost, and then he found himself in the woods, hovering in a tree.
Alone.
Other demons had talked to him, and he watched them take over bodies. In california, he found a kid on the streets who was about to die from drug overdose... Sam couldn't take over a body that had a live person in it... that was wrong to him... and he made his way to a truck stop.
He made his way back to Kansas. Something about Kansas said home to him, and he wandered the streets until he snuck into a motel room and just curled up on the bed.
Softly he whispered the same word over again. Dean. Dean. dean dean dean dean dean....
That was a year ago. Now, he remembered a name. Sam. It might have been his name, so he took it. People asked him who he was and he said Sam. They asked him what he was looking for. Dean.
No one understood him, and he just kept going from motel to motel. He saw a motel and he thought of Dean. Dean must be in a motel, so that was where he would look.
dean dean dean dean deandeandeandeandeandeandeandean