Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2014 18:50:55 GMT -5
Sam didn't want to leave anything out.
He'd never been one for confession, but when he'd gone into the booth before the final Trial, he'd poured his soul into it. He didn't hold back. God forbid he keep something back and the Trials fail because his blood wasn't pure. He'd run through the laundry list of sins and mistakes, foremost being how deeply he'd let his brother down, time and time again. Now here he was again, kneeling in the abandoned church confessing his sins. This time was far easier; it had only been a few months since the ordeal with Crowley, and this time it had been Dean who had failed him, rather than the other way around. So Sam prayed for forgiveness for his anger. He took his time, and when he was ready, he returned to the chapel and his captive prey.
He'd painted a devil's trap on the floor and on the ceiling, just to be safe. He'd placed Ruby at the center of it, and even given her a bed to lay on--though it came with shackles which held her wrists tight to her sides. The shackles were engraved with symbols to keep her in place. He wasn't taking any chances. For weeks he'd questioned her, with no luck. He hadn't used force on her--he'd been in too unstable a place to undergo the act, for as traumatizing as it was to be tortured, it was no small feat to enact torture on another. Even a demon. And Sam had been on both sides of that line.
Circling the devil's trap, Sam went to the only furniture in the abandoned church -- a rickety table -- and picked up the syringe. He wondered if Ruby knew by now what he was going to do. He hadn't spoken to her much, but he looked at her now. He wondered if she was afraid. "This will hurt. But you'll survive it." Was he sure of that? No. Crowley hadn't taken the last dose, and he was pretty bad off toward the end. But if she died, it would be better than her current state. Sam would rather be dead than a demon.
After cleaning the spot with an alcohol wipe, Sam steadied his hand and sunk the needle into a vein. It was basic first aid, which he'd learned when most kids were graduating elementary school. Their Dad had made Sam practice on Dean. He'd hated it at first, but it was hard to be squeamish for long in their line of work. Stepping into the devil's trap, he tapped the syringe to get the blood to settle. "By sundown, you're going to be human."
Sam had no idea how bad he really looked as he stepped up beside her. He'd stolen Ruby away in the middle of the night, looking like he hadn't slept in a week. He muttered to himself without realizing he was making a sound, and flinched at the slightest sudden move. A few times, he'd zoned out completely. Sam Winchester was on the verge of a mental break, thanks to the memories of the Cage and the impossible knowledge that was leaking out from seemingly nowhere.
He'd never been one for confession, but when he'd gone into the booth before the final Trial, he'd poured his soul into it. He didn't hold back. God forbid he keep something back and the Trials fail because his blood wasn't pure. He'd run through the laundry list of sins and mistakes, foremost being how deeply he'd let his brother down, time and time again. Now here he was again, kneeling in the abandoned church confessing his sins. This time was far easier; it had only been a few months since the ordeal with Crowley, and this time it had been Dean who had failed him, rather than the other way around. So Sam prayed for forgiveness for his anger. He took his time, and when he was ready, he returned to the chapel and his captive prey.
He'd painted a devil's trap on the floor and on the ceiling, just to be safe. He'd placed Ruby at the center of it, and even given her a bed to lay on--though it came with shackles which held her wrists tight to her sides. The shackles were engraved with symbols to keep her in place. He wasn't taking any chances. For weeks he'd questioned her, with no luck. He hadn't used force on her--he'd been in too unstable a place to undergo the act, for as traumatizing as it was to be tortured, it was no small feat to enact torture on another. Even a demon. And Sam had been on both sides of that line.
Circling the devil's trap, Sam went to the only furniture in the abandoned church -- a rickety table -- and picked up the syringe. He wondered if Ruby knew by now what he was going to do. He hadn't spoken to her much, but he looked at her now. He wondered if she was afraid. "This will hurt. But you'll survive it." Was he sure of that? No. Crowley hadn't taken the last dose, and he was pretty bad off toward the end. But if she died, it would be better than her current state. Sam would rather be dead than a demon.
After cleaning the spot with an alcohol wipe, Sam steadied his hand and sunk the needle into a vein. It was basic first aid, which he'd learned when most kids were graduating elementary school. Their Dad had made Sam practice on Dean. He'd hated it at first, but it was hard to be squeamish for long in their line of work. Stepping into the devil's trap, he tapped the syringe to get the blood to settle. "By sundown, you're going to be human."
Sam had no idea how bad he really looked as he stepped up beside her. He'd stolen Ruby away in the middle of the night, looking like he hadn't slept in a week. He muttered to himself without realizing he was making a sound, and flinched at the slightest sudden move. A few times, he'd zoned out completely. Sam Winchester was on the verge of a mental break, thanks to the memories of the Cage and the impossible knowledge that was leaking out from seemingly nowhere.