Nocturne

Killing demons was just another day in the life of a Winchester. Sometimes he forgot that it wasn't normal for other hunters. He never took any hunt for granted; a demon hunt was just as likely to kill you as a windigo hunt. If you faltered or made a mistake that was it the monster didn't care what you were used to hunting. Every hunt had to be taken as a life or death possibility, nothing was guaranteed. "That's the point it was a little hunting party to remind me I was here before." He paused. "Well not 'me' but I was here when he was possessing me. It was meant as a memory jogger, not an ambush." Even Hell knew two demons were no match for a Winchester and would have sent at least five per Winchester if they wanted to make damage. No this was definitely a warning or a taunt. "I just don't remember what they are trying to show me!" He was frustrated. How messed up did you have to be not to remember what you had seen?

The human hated the fact that his memory and head were so screwed up that he didn't know what had happened and what he was made to see. Maybe it was just Lucifer trying to unhinge him further. "I just don't get it!! There is something he is trying to tell me but it's cryptic. I just wish I understood." The hunter took a look around hoping to trigger something. He looked to the left towards where Christian lived. He wasn't sure who Christian was or why that direction mattered but he took a deep breath and stopped dead. His face went vacant when his memories were going twenty million miles per hour. Sam was no longer in the alley in the present day but back in time. He saw a man walk towards the door. He then saw Alex. It came in flashes. It still didn't make a hundred percent sense but it was starting to come together. It lasted a millisecond but it felt like an hour to the Winchester.

Sam continued walking. "Make sure he goes with someone else. They are trying to hurt those I care about. They know they cannot hurt me anymore but you guys they can." He shook his head. Torture meant nothing after Lucifer spent decades ripping you apart, you became accustomed to it but for those you cared about hurting it was easy. To hurt those Sam cared about or even if it meant branching out would make the Winchesters suffer. They may not know about Jack yet but they knew others being hurt because of him would always break the younger Winchester. So, hurting Alex in turn would hurt Sam. If Rohan got hurt Sam would blame himself as he couldn't do it himself.

The hunter seriously doubted that Rohan would have his back if he knew the truth about the apocalypse and what he had done recently. So many other hunters he had worked with or trusted over the years had tried to kill or disown him the Quinn family were no different. Even his own brother had threatened that if he didn't know Sam he would have killed him. In the past, Bobby told him to lose his number. Any self-respecting hunter wouldn't stick up for him.

Sam sat down and hesitantly lifted his shirt. He knew this would sting but she could do a better job than he could right now.