You're Just a Piece of My Mind... Or is it My Soul?

[likely_evil]

ooc: follows after this

He was still in the room. Every time he passed out, he woke up alone in the room. Somewhere along the way Dean or Cas had taken pity on him and untied him from the bed, changed the sheets and put new clothes for him to change into. New food and water in the fridge.

Motions to show Sam they cared, but no one answered when he screamed for them to talk to him.

No on that was real anyway.

Part of him knew they were hallucinations. A part of him. But he was alone and sometimes he felt he deserved the torture.

And that was why he knew she came.

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[ilove_atallman]

"You wouldn't," she said softly. "You were just angry, but you couldn't kill me. Otherwise, you would have done it right after you killed Lilith."

[likely_evil]

"Oh trust me, I tried. Who do you think held you still so Dean wouldn't miss."

[ilove_atallman]

"Whatever you say, Sam," she said softly, nipping at the corner of his jaw lightly. "But you gotta feel a little bit guilty. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here."

[likely_evil]

"Want to know what I feel guilty about? I feel guilty about trust you in the first place. Dean told me your were poison. I should have just listened to him and none of this would have happened."

[ilove_atallman]

"Shoulda woulda coulda never really got anyone that far, did it? You know that better than anyone." She sat back, pressing her hips into his, as her hands trailed down his chest. "But I was there, Sam. I was there when no one else was. That's gotta count for something in that screwed up head of yours."

[likely_evil]

"You needed me alone to work your way in. Hell, you probably were told to let me watch Dean get torn apart and be unable to do anything."

He hissed, but his body responded to her touch against his wants as his chest arched up as his hands gripped themselves into fists.

[ilove_atallman]

Her fingers found the button of his shirt as he arched into her, letting her fingers trail down over the lines of muscle on his chest. "But you still let me in, Sam. Or, I let you in. Either way ... the end result's the same."

[likely_evil]

"I didn't want anything!" He screamed at her. "I wanted Dean back. That's all I ever wanted and you knew it."

[ilove_atallman]

"Watch that tone," she teased. "People might get the wrong idea there. Because while your lips say one thing ... " Her hips rocked back against his again. " ... everything else says something totally different."

[likely_evil]

His head rolled back. So real. She felt so real...

"Dean... Cas... someone..." he cried out, needing this torture to stop. "Someone please..."

[ilove_atallman]

"What did I tell you? They're not coming. And save that breath." She leaned into him again, continuing to move her hips against his. "We haven't even gotten to the good part yet."

[likely_evil]

He turned to look her in the eyes. "Sorry sweetheart. You can't fuck a hallucination."

[ilove_atallman]

"Who said anything about fucking?" she replied, keeping her eyes on his before the hand resting against his abdomen shoved lower, through muscle to the soft, bloody tissue beneath.

[likely_evil]

At that Sam's face clenched and he leaned his head back and screamed, his body arching up in pain

[ilove_atallman]

She grinned at the sound, pulling her hand out and looking at the blood dripping from her fingers, watching the spread of red as it succumbed to gravity and fell back into the wound. "As I said. The fun part."

[likely_evil]

When she pulled her hand free, he fell back onto the table and let his head roll to the side, panting.

[ilove_atallman]

She just continued to watch her fingers, letting the dark red glint in the light. "Ever wonder what you taste like now? With all that demon blood swimming through your system? Bet it's not anywhere close to human anymore."

[likely_evil]

Sam just gave a sad little laugh. "You're late on that one. Already had a ghoul take a taste test. Probably a bit more sulfuric than they were expecting." The Winchester sarcasm started to bleed through and god he wished she was real so he could kill her again.

[ilove_atallman]

"Hmmm," she said, taking a tentative taste off her fingers. "You're right. A little salty, but overall, not bad."

[likely_evil]

"Aw, are we going to do some reverse roleplaying now, is that it? You going to drink my blood now?" He rolled his eyes, then clenched his stomach in pain that was far too real.

[ilove_atallman]

"Nope," she smirked. "I'm just gonna some fun." She reached back to her boot where she kept the knife, twirling the handle in her fingers as she brought it up. "After all, all this pretty skin needs some bright red lines, don't you think?"

[likely_evil]

Sam just laughed. Of course. of course that was just what she was going to do. Instead of Alistair, Ruby was going to take her pound of flesh from him.

"Do you worst," he stated, just relaxing on the bed and not bothering to fight it. "It doesn't matter what you do. It's not real."

[ilove_atallman]

"Maybe not real," she said softly, before twisting the knife around and jabbing it into his side. "But it still hurts like a bitch doesn't it."

[likely_evil]

He grit his teeth. He was ready for this one and he bit back the scream and when he had it under control he gave a breathy laugh. "Tickles, actually."

[ilove_atallman]

She smirked. "So you're gonna make me work for it, huh?" she asked as she dragged the knife through the space in his ribs. "I should have known better."

[likely_evil]

He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his forehead against the restraints on his arm. He wasn't going to give her the scream she wanted.

[ilove_atallman]

She hummed softly under her breath as she trailed the knife over his skin, mostly pushing just deep enough to draw angry red lines, but occasionally jabbing in deeper whenever she felt like it.

[likely_evil]

He refused to scream still, but he hissed and whimpered at each cut as tears escaped from the sides of his eyes.

Dean, please... someone...

[ilove_atallman]

"C'mon Sammy, I know you have it in you," she said softly, continuing to do as she was doing and then shoving her hand suddenly back into the first hole she made. "Give me a big one."

[likely_evil]

That did it as he screamed that time, his hands clenching again as he felt the pain deep inside getting wrenched again.

[ilove_atallman]

"Good boy," she whispered, brushing one last kiss to his cheek as the illusion started to disappear. "Good boy."

[likely_evil]

And as she disappeared, his screams turned into tears and he just tried to curl up and cry at the scars that weren't there, but they were deep inside where no one but he could see them.