They call me the Anti-Christ

ooc: takes place three months after this. Stolas is part of demonbureaucrat and used with much loathing on Sam's part.

Stolas laughed and leaned down, grabbing Sam by his hair and lifting his face off the ground. "How does it feel, Winchester? To finally see your life flashing before your eyes... don't worry, I'll make sure the pain lasts long enough for you to see all of it."

"Screw you," Sam managed to spit, one eye cracking open through the swolleness to glare at Stolas.

"Oh, Sam... you really are good to the last drop." He pushed Sam's head back hard onto the concrete floor and stood up. "Your daddy would be so proud of you. Well, he would if he wasn't burning in hell."

Sam rolled slowly onto his back, holding his right arm to his chest. It had been broken a few days ago and wasn't set and the pain was becoming unbearable. But he pushed past it still and just laughed at Stolas. "I don't need you telling me about my dad," Sam stated. "I know he's proud of me."

( . . . )