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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[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.