"This isn't you, Sam!"

You shout before Sam gags you with a piece of cloth. You were tied up against a wooden pole, struggling to break free while Sam looked at you with empty eyes. Well…not empty. There was plenty of personality in them, but it sure as hell wasn't Sam's.

"Aww…you gonna cry for your poor little boyfriend?"

Sam pouts, his knife gently dragging down your cheek, not pressing in yet.

"Sammy doesn't want you anymore, baby. Sammy never wanted you."

He smirks, his big hand gripping your neck.

"Sammy just wanted your body-"

Dean slams through the door, grabbing his brother almost immediately.