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Misery's Child

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There’s a woman in his bed. She’s lovely and slight with a dark hair and dangerous, dark eyes. “Remember” she tells him as she slides sinuously against him. “Remember….” she whispers something in his ear. There’s a flush of moonlight that lightens her hair, turns it white gold. Her face rounds and her mouth widens. She opens her eyes and there are no pupils, just expanse of whites.

His eyes snap open.

Lilith.

Sam considers. Lilith is still out there which means it's not a question of if he's going, but when and how. He has pulled off some complicated escapes in his time, but managing one on his own with two broken legs, a broken arm and a drug and pain fogged brain feels like it’s bit beyond his capacity. Somehow, he’s going have to figure out another option.

“Annie,” he says with a wide smile, the next time she comes in. She’s carrying another tray, this time with buttered toast and something that resembles scrambled eggs.

“Well, someone’s certainly looking perkier,” she comments as she pulls the chair up to side of his bed, placing the tray carefully on the side table.

“Much better, thanks.” He takes a bite of egg off of the fork she holds up to him and swallows carefully. “Listen, I was wondering how much longer the road will be out.

You’ve really done a lot for me and I’m sure the hospital can take it from here.”

Her face falls. The fork freezes in the air, halfway back to the plate. “It’s really no bother for me. It’s a pleasure for me to get to know the great Sam Winchester. I mean you’ve given me so much, this is the least I can do.”

He blushes and looks at her through his lashes. “And I’m very grateful. But I also really need to get somewhere I can call Dean. I’m sure he’s really worried by now.”

Annie huffs dismissively, spearing some more egg. “I doubt it.”

Sam frowns. “What do you mean?”

“Well, last time he saw you, you were beating his face in, so,”

Dean, on the floor, with a bloody nose and a betrayed look.

Sam swallows heavily.

“Anyway, “ Annie says, like that settles things. “You’re no trouble, and I’m perfectly capable of taking care of you, so you can stay with me until you’re all healed up.”

“Look,” Sam says, deciding to go for broke. “There’s something I need to do. Something hunting related.”

Annie looks at him sharply, but she waits for him to continue.

“There’s a demon named Lilith out there. I’m the only one who can kill her. And I-”

“No, Sam,” she says firmly.

“I’m sorry?”

“No, you are NOT going hunting. Especially for a demon. Not while you’re in my care.”

“Look, I appreciate what you’re doing, but this important.”

“You’re recovery is important. And I am not going to let you jeopardize that.”

“Let me?” Sam sputters.

“Yes, let you. You’re under my care and what kind of a nurse would I be if I allowed you to injure yourself further?”

Sam takes a breath, tries to calm himself and start again. “Annie, this is not just any demon. Lilith is trying to start the Apocalypse. And I’m the only the one who can stop her.”

“How?” Annie shouts, face turning red. “By drinking demon blood? Is that how you’re gonna stop her Sam?”

Sam’s mouth falls open. It’s another piece of the puzzle clicking into place, maybe the most important piece. The hunger has been a low background current in his mind since he got to this place. Now that he can finally put a name to what it is he’s been feeling it surges up, with all the force of a hurricane, taking his breath away.

Annie shakes her head, features twisting in disgust. “That’s what I thought, Sam. I watched you Sam. I watched you with that demon girl. You drank from her. ”

“I have to,” he says. “So, I’m strong enough to defeat Lilith.” It sounds weak, even to his ears.

Annie pushes back in her chair with force and rises, looming over him. “You. Will. Not. Jeopardize. Your. Care.” Every word is enunciated with unnerving ferocity, but Sam has also had enough.

“You can’t hold me here like this-”

She slaps him.

He stares up at her dumbly, cheek stinging. Her face has gone wild with emotion and there are tears threatening. He has to stop himself from cringing backward on the bed.

She slaps him again. And again.

“ You stupid, foolish, idiotic boy!” She’s starting to sob, voice raw, but she’s still raining down blows to punctuate her shouting. “You whore! You whored yourself! To that slut! And for what?! Her blood!” He’s still stunned and moving slowly, and only belatedly brings up his arm to protect his face.

Again, she turns on a dime, visibly softening as the anger drains out of her, even while she sobs harder. She runs her palms of over his red and swollen cheeks, as if belatedly trying to soothe away the pain.

“You betrayed me Sam,” she says, tears spilling out of her eyes as she cradles his face with tender hands, wiping his sweaty fringe from his forehead. “Worse, you betrayed yourself. But don’t worry, I have you now and I’m going to fix you. It’s okay that you can’t take care of yourself, because I’ve got you now and I’m going to take care of you.”

Her grip moves suddenly down to his neck. He reaches up in alarm with his good arm to push her off, but she’s pushing down with her full weight and he has no leverage.

As his vision goes black, he hears her say, “Oh and Sam? Don’t even think about using your powers. Or calling for help. I’ve got this whole place is warded against angels and demons. No one’s coming for you.”