Kill me
((sdkgjalkdgjalkdg I randomized the ways to die, and you of course got this one x.x))
Something had gone wrong with Sam. Maybe it was seeing Lucifer and Michael one more time, maybe it was the ring with Michael's grace around his neck, maybe it was just cracks that had been there that had finally broken. But something had snapped, and Sammy wasn't so much Sammy anymore.
Twitching as he looked up to see his Father enter the room, the young man scrambled back, eyes narrowing, hands closing into fists. "No," He stated sharply. "Not him. Not him again, another face."
"Sam-"
"No!" The yell was only enforced by covering his ears, ignoring those pleas. No, this was what used to be done. Pleas, pleasant sounds, proving he wasn't who he was, all the time it was hell, and Sam would fall into a lull. Maybe he wasn't in hell, maybe- then the pain would begin. The words in his father's voice, his father's hands pulling, hitting, breaking, laughing...he couldn't take it. He just couldn't take it.
"Sam-" It broke in again, a hand touching his shoulder. Grabbing the other's arm, he twisted, pulling him close, face inches away from the other.
"He wanted to kill me, I know," Sam stated, his voice breaking. "You've told me. Again and again. I wasn't the good son, I know. I'm sorry. I didn't understand in time, I let him down. I broke his heart by leaving, but stop it, just stop it." Pushing the startled man back, he pushed him into the floor, hands closing around his neck.
"Just change back, I won't take it, I won't take it, I won't be weak..."
His words droned on, shaking as he held his father down, ignoring the scratches, clawing at his hands, his legs keeping his father from reaching his weapons, but oddly enough, his father didn't even attempt to grab them, only pry his hands off, trying to say something.
Eyes closing tightly so he couldn't tell what they were, he only squeezed harder, only lightening when the fighting stopped, when the hands went limp. Staring down, waiting for the slam into the wall, or the floor, waiting for the punishment for killing one of Lucifer's games, he felt himself start to feel sick.
He wasn't changing.
"....dad?"
