Warnings: Canonical torture
Summary: Unknown to her and Dean, Sam sacrifices himself to save the reader from a grisly death at Rowena’s hands.
A/N: This is part twelve of the The Switch series! Please enjoy, and leave feedback!
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Sam had expected that Rowena would take him as soon as he stepped outside of the bunker’s heavy front door. Instead, however, he found himself in the company of several witches he’d never met before. All of them wore black and when they stepped out of the shadows, his heart leapt into his throat.
You’re doing this to protect Y/N, he reminded himself, swallowing thickly as he took a step backwards towards the bunker door. You’ve faced worse than a couple witches and Dean will find you soon.
Unable to fight back, Sam quickly found himself both physically and mentally incapacitated by various spells. The Latin words swam in his foggy mind as he tried to figure out what they had done to him, but it was no use. His senses were shutting down because of the curse, and he could barely focus as the witches loaded him into the bed of a pickup truck, ignoring the heavy thunk of his head against the metal.
“Sleep tight, Sam Winchester,” the tallest witch crooned. The other three chuckled before one of them slammed the tailgate closed. “Amanda will be so excited to see you.”
His eyes fell closed sometime shortly after the truck started driving, and when he opened them, he was tied up in a chair. His mind immediately went back to when Lady Bevell had tortured him after her arrival in the States and Sam closed his eyes against the memories.
Reluctantly, Sam lifted his head and opened his eyes. Rowena was sitting in a chair of her own across the room, eating a salad as she watched him.
“What do you want?” Sam asked. He cuffs and chains holding his arms behind the back of the chair. “Why did you tie me up? You know I can’t fight back.”
“No, but you can run rather well,” Rowena answered. She balanced her fork against the edge of her salad plate and handed it off to another woman—no doubt a witch—who carried it out of the room. “I have some questions for you.”
