Sam frowned at her disappearing again. He knew it pained her to do so and now she’d done it more than once. He stood up slowly, wincing as he did so, “That’s more than enough.” He told her, trying to gentle his rough voice. He tried a smile and that too looked more pained than anything, “You did well, thank you Arael.” He told her with a nod. He headed over to the table, looking over everything. He nodded again, “I’m going to go try and shower.” He told her, picking up the clothes that she found. At least the jeans looked like they’d fit him. He wasn’t so sure about the shirt but he didn’t think he’d be able to stand wearing one at first anyway.
She nodded staying seated looking for patterns in the wood of the table before her, she didn’t want to rest while Sam was in pain but she couldn’t do anything, and it bothered her more than the pain she felt. She had patiense, a lot, but she felt more than antsy, she didn’t know how long it would take Sam to heal, or what exactly he needed to recover quicker.
Sam felt her eyes on him and he slowly, carefully, sat back up, “Hey, I’m not going to fall apart you know.” He told her with a rough mirthless laugh. He sighed, “I need a shower and some clothes. Food sounds like a good idea but I’m not sure if I can stand more than soup.” He told her, “And a first aid kit. A big one with stuff to suture wounds and whatever.” He added, brow furrowing despite the pain that caused to his facial wounds.
At his ‘joke’ she frowned slightly and shifted on her feet trying to hide her worried look. She nodded at everything he listed while thinking of where she could get everything without flying too far. “I’ll see what I can do….” she nodded before disappearing. She went to a gas station that was also some form of car repair shop that was currently half closed. Avoiding the few people there she took what she found that could possibly help Sam. Some clothes, drinks, ramen, yogurt, and a few things she wasn’t sure what exactly they were, if they actually were food, but they were in the small fridge, she grabbed anything she found. She wrote a note with an apology before searching for a first aid kit as she tried somehow stuffing everything in the few pockets she had or balancing them on her arms. Appearing back at the motel room she dropped most things on the table having to sit down she put the first aid kit down with a shaky breath. “Is that right?”
Sam gasped when they were suddenly in the motel room. He winced from the unexpectedness of it all. Sucking in a shuddering, painful breath, he watched her leave from where she’d put him on the bed. It was good she hadn’t let go before he was seated. He doubted that he’d be able to walk much more on his own. His whole body trembled as it tried to decide whether or not he was too hot or too cold. He was hurting and achy and salt was flaking off his skin still, painfully.
He desperately wanted more water and probably some form of a shower. He doubted, though, that the shower was going to be pleasant. It was probably going to be the most painful experience of his life. Even if he did get a shower he was going to need medical care. The bleeding was stopped by all the salt, as soon as it washed away he’d bleed again. He moved slowly, easing himself into a laying down position, dizzy. He didn’t want to lay on his back but his shoulders and arms hurt too much to lay on either side. So he settled, waiting for Arael to come back.
Appearing back in the room she kept her distance from Sam knowing he was inn terrible pain, standing by the door uncomfortably watching him, wondering what to do now. She could attempt healing him but she was uncertain if it would work, deciding against it worrying it could somehow make it worse for him. “What do you need, i’ll get if for you.” she gave Sam a nod. Whatever it was she would make sure he had it without questioning it.
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Sam shook his head, eyes squeezed closed, they were streaming tears from the pain of the sun, “I didn’t have a hotel room. And even if I did when they took me, they would have kicked me out, tossed my stuff by now.” He told her roughly, “Besides, it hurts for you to fly, doesn’t it?” He asked, cracking one eye open a bit, wincing briefly as he watched her out of that one eye.
She sighed looking around almost desperate, was there really nobody around to help? “It does, but it doesn’t matter.” and with that she brought Sam to a motel room of the motel she’d seen on her search for Sam, in the next state. Hesitating she let Sam down on the bed, she could pay for the empty motel room and all later, as soon as she’d made sure he would be fine without her.
Sam followed her, holding her arm the best he could. He was weak, hurting but nonetheless, his legs were long and so the movement was quicker than average at least. He flinched away from the sun, coughing heavily at the fresh air where he’d only been breathing stale, damp air, coated with salt for weeks on end. He closed his eyes as they watered, “Where are we?” He groaned softly “What is this?” He asked, obviously referring to where he’d been kept that they’d just left.
"I don’t know…." She was too distracted to really think of it. "A mine." she shrugged slightly. "If you tell me where your motel room is I can bring us there." For some reason she tried even more to make her voice as soft as possible as she eyed him concerned.
Sam nearly fell to the ground when she disappeared. Somehow her presence made him feel stronger, able to keep himself up. He slowly lowered himself to his knees. When he returned with arms full of water bottles, he nearly laughed. Humour wasn’t really something he thought he could feel at that moment, however so he settled instead for getting back to his feet, achingly slow, salt and blood flaking off his skin and the remains of his clothing. He gently took three of the bottles from her, weakly managing to unscrew one. He poured it over his face, squeezing his good eye closed and trying not to breathe as the muck and salt slid off his face. It hurt. God it hurt.
He dumped the empty bottle on the floor and opened a second bottle, drinking deeply from it. Draining it in a matter of a few seconds, he relieved her of another two bottles and nodded, “Dump the rest.” He said, voice still rough, likely from screaming, “This will do. Thank you.” He told her and then nodded, “Okay, let’s go. Before they figure out I’m gone.”
Arael nodded firmly, trying to think of a way that was fast enough, to bring as much distance as possible between this place and him, without hurting him. She dropped the bottles without hesitation as he told her to. She took his hand holding her forearm against his to give him some sort of help to walk and stay on his feet. She tried to be as tough as she could, like those women that she’d seen, in the uniforms when she looked for him. She didn’t want to pull him, but she was worried they wouldn’t be fast enough. The sunlight blinded even her after such a short period of time in the dark, she didn’t want to imagine how it could be for Sam.
A grunt escaped him as she released his arms from the chains. His feet hit the ground and he barely managed to keep himself standing. His shoulders were throbbing as he carefully moved his arms to and fro to check that he was mostly okay, salt cracking off his skin, whip marks oozing and weeping fresh blood. He barely noticed. He forced himself to straighten though it made his back scream in agony, zinging up his spine.
He gave a nod, “Think so.” He murmured softly, “Thirsty.” He added, swallowing convulsively though his mouth was drier than a desert after a drought
She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know if flying could harm him in his state, but she had to get him out of there surely. “Thirsty.” she nodded almost frantically looking around for something for him to drink, but of course there was nothing. “I’ll be right back.” she looked up at Sam once more before disappearing. She could bare the pain of flying with only Sam on her mind. Reappearing with her arms full of bottles of water she could barely hold she looked the human up once more fearing his state to somehow have become worse while she was away. “Will this be enough?” She forced what was supposed to be a smile, but her eyebrows were still knitted together in worry and the pain she felt on her back. “We have to go, Sam.”
Sam flinched with every footstep he heard coming down the hallway. Surely it was too soon for them to be back. He was still bleeding. A small whimper rose in his throat but he refused to let it find its way to open air. So the noise died in his throat, barely audible, like a wounded animal. His arms were shaking from exertion and he wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to be able to keep himself from cracking into dust and becoming the salt that soaked liquid from his body, stung his wounds and flaked uncomfortably off his skin.
When he heard his name it was like a splash of acid in his face, sparking uncomfortably at his mind and he thrashed, making a pained noise at it pulled at his pained arms, “A-Arael?” He asked, his throat dry, scratchy. There was no saliva in his mouth, it made even one word feel like sandpaper, the taste of salt long since numbed against his senses. She was messing with his chains and he groaned softly.
“‘S’okay.” He rasped softly, “‘S’okay.” He repeated quietly.
With the sight she had before her the smallest noises of the chains made her flinch and shake. But every word Sam said somehow made her happy, she’d found him, and he was alive. “I’ll get you out of here.” she forced the words out, her voice shaking just as much as her hands. She gave a relieved sigh as she got one after the other chain off his bruised and torn skin. “You’ll be okay, I promise.” But she had no idea how she’d get him out, she couldn’t carry him, he was too heavy and tall for her. Her hands hovering before him she itched to try, but she would only hurt him. “Can you… walk?”
Sam had been lost for a long time. He’d been missing. He’d been…gone.
Truthfully Sam had been taken. He’d found the blade that was supposed to be able to control its user, to teach its user, to kill. It was an old holy artefact from the Holy Crusades and Sam had found it when no one else managed to. Then he’d hidden it. It was powerful. It wanted to be bathed in blood and it liked Angel blood best.
He’d thought he was done after that. It turned out that others would kill to get their hands on the blade. He’d been kidnapped. He’d been tortured. He’d been moved six dozen times in four or five months so as not to alert anyone to where he might be or have Dean and Cas come and find him.
They strung him up to hanging chains. The ones that wouldn’t let you put your arms down, sometimes his feet wouldn’t touch the floor, sometimes they let him sit. But by now his shoulders, his arms, his fingers, they had all gone numb. This was how they had decided the week would go. There were cuts and gouges all over his body. Whip marks, knife marks, burns, bruises. His bones were broken, his shoulders were dislocated and his spine burned with the strain. They bathed him in salt, his hair was caked with it. His skin was white with it. It hurt, any small movement cracked open wounds that had barely stopped bleeding and salt seeped in.
He didn’t know where he was. He barely knew who he was by this point. All he knew was he had to keep the secret safe. So he’d slid it behind the tattered remains of the mental wall that had once been in place in his head. He’d locked the information inside his head so deeply that extracting it would be near impossible. One of his eyes was swollen shut, he was fairly sure that was a good thing considering there was a long cut on his scalp that seeped blood into his eyes. Multiple bones were broken and he felt ragged.
They allowed him no clothing, no cover in the damp and freezing dungeon like basement. There was only the drip, drip, drip of water. One droplet fell consistently on the nape of his neck, drip, drip, drip. It was maddening and he was sure that’s how they wanted it. They were careful. Precise with all the cuts and punctures. He thought that they drugged his food and water. Everything was fuzzy and far away. Each breath bubbled in his chest and he couldn’t tell at this point if it was blood or pneumonia. He wasn’t sure he cared.
He jus wanted out. Wanted this to end. Months of slow torture, months of being allowed to heal and then thrown back into a cell after they flayed the skin off his back with a whip, or used a skinning knife on his stomach. Then the salt. Using a weapon that he’d used all his life against him. Literally rubbing salt in his wounds.
One way or another Sam needed out. Whether it was death or rescue, he didn’t care. Surely someone needed to be looking for him. He could only hope. A broken sob escaped his chest, liquid sounding and pain ridden. Please….
People disappearing was unusual, even more so without a word or sign. And she was certain Sam wouldn’t disappear just like that. But he was a strong man, a smart man, so she told herself not to worry, until more time went by, day after day and none of the lies she thought she believed soothed her mind anymore. Days of searching for him high and low became weeks and weeks became months. Every day her hopes grew only to be crushed soon anyways.
He couldn’t be dead, he was Sam, good people wouldn’t just die like that. Asking people on the streets for a tall man that she barely knew how to describe was something that certainly made her uncomfortable, but she didn’t think of herself at all at the time. Occasionally she even had to attempt looking into their heads, only Sam’s wellbeing in her own.
Until she found trail of the hunter after far too long of worrying and searching high and low she didn’t want to get her hopes up only to once again be reminded that she had failed him, and waster time not looking for him.
As soon as she’d found out where he could possibly be she did her best to find the place, some sort of abandoned mine not far away from the town.
It was empty, quiet and cold, dark most of all. She couldn’t think of a reason for Sam to be there, But when she laid eyes on Sam she barely recognized him, still her breath caught in her throat as she tried to say his name. Her hands shook as she tried to ffree him from the chains, trying her best not to hurt him. “I’m sorry Sam, I couldn’t find you….” it was all she could say her eyes stinging with the salty tears that threatened to run down.