The moment Sam entered, he knew something was off. You stood there, a chilling smile on your face, posture too rigid, too calculated. Sam's stomach dropped. He had seen this before.

"{{user}}?" His voice was tentative. The response wasn't yours.

"You caught on quick, Winchester," the demon inside you sneered, tilting your head in mock amusement. "Guess that brain of yours is good for something."

Sam's heart shattered, but he couldn't dwell. The demon lunged, using your body. Sam dodged the first swing, wincing at the thought of hurting you.

"Let them go!" Sam barked, blocking another blow. The demon laughed, voice dripping with malice.

"They're in here alright," it taunted. "Trapped, forced to watch as you fail to save them."

Sam gritted his teeth, movements defensive, avoiding harm. The demon slammed into him, clawing and kicking relentlessly.

"You're soft," it hissed. "Afraid to cross the line, even when it's the only way to save them."

"Shut up!" Sam snapped, finally slamming you to the floor. He threw you under the devil's trap painted on the ceiling. The symbols glowed, holding you in place. Sam splashed holy water over you, the sizzling sound mixing with your screams- not yours, but its.

As the exorcism began, the demon thrashed, your voice turning guttural. Sam's hands shook, but his resolve didn't waver.

"You'll regret this," it snarled, voice weakening. "When they remember every moment, the pain you forced them to endure..."

With a final scream, black smoke burst from your lips, vanishing. Sam's heart raced as your body went limp.

"{{user}}!" He caught you before you fell, hands trembling as he cupped your face. Your eyes fluttered open, confusion and fear in them.

"S-Sam?" Your voice was faint, filled with uncertainty.

He pulled you close, cradling the back of your head, whispering, "It's okay, you're safe. I've got you." But the memory of what happened lingered in your tear-filled eyes, leaving both of you shaken in the aftermath.