There are knives cutting into Sam's skull, agonizingly sharp blades in his temple and forehead, twisting as he tries to catch his breath.
But he can't.
Blood is pounding in his ears, roaring, and it takes everything in him to lift his head, to watch as Castiel holds his brother down, and Mike and Neil press blades to his... No. No, it's not supposed to go this way. Sam's supposed to be able to do this. He's supposed to use the one redeeming quality in this curse he's been given to save his brother. They don't need to cut him open, they don't need to break him to free the parasite inside him.
But the power inside him is draining with every passing second, evaporating from his veins, leaving him a useless, empty shell.
And they're running out of time.
Blinking, Sam comes back to himself, finally sucks in a few gulps of air and, with his eyes locked on Dean, joins in, the words falling from his lips with barely a thought for how well he knows them. Like some sick nursery rhyme.
"Ergo, draco maledicte," he whispers. His voice slowly growing stronger as he wipes away the blood leaking from his nose. "Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire..."
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Date: 2013-04-19 05:48 am (UTC)But he can't.
Blood is pounding in his ears, roaring, and it takes everything in him to lift his head, to watch as Castiel holds his brother down, and Mike and Neil press blades to his... No. No, it's not supposed to go this way. Sam's supposed to be able to do this. He's supposed to use the one redeeming quality in this curse he's been given to save his brother. They don't need to cut him open, they don't need to break him to free the parasite inside him.
But the power inside him is draining with every passing second, evaporating from his veins, leaving him a useless, empty shell.
And they're running out of time.
Blinking, Sam comes back to himself, finally sucks in a few gulps of air and, with his eyes locked on Dean, joins in, the words falling from his lips with barely a thought for how well he knows them. Like some sick nursery rhyme.
"Ergo, draco maledicte," he whispers. His voice slowly growing stronger as he wipes away the blood leaking from his nose. "Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire..."