WHO: Sam and whoever it is that's getting involved with the pits. WHAT: He's done being the boy with the demon blood. Time to fix that. WHEN: Early evening. WHERE: The Lazarus Pits. RATING: TBD.
The lines had been a lot longer than what Sam had expected for them to be. There were a lot of people, each desperately waiting for their turn to jump into the pits that stood before them. They all seemed nervous, excited...some terribly on edge. And nearly every person that stepped out came out different. A little bit younger, some with the ability to do things they were incapable of before, others practically foaming at the mouth as they crazily babbled on about one thing or another. Sam himself appeared to be fairly calm. He was standing there, arms folded over his chest as he watched everything played out before him. He appeared to be patient. Observant. Inside, however, an entirely different story was being written. Sam was terrified. What if he had been wrong about all of this after all? What if this only made things worse for him? What if he never stopped being crazy? He forced his eyes down as a flash of uncertainty flickered across his features.
He had to do this. It was the best way. Even the woman who had been helping him out before was able to agree to that much. And everyone else. They all seemed so happy when they realized that they were free of their burdens. What was that like?
There really was only one way to find out, he supposed.
As the line grew shorter and shorter, Sam turned to look off at Heather and Faith and offered them both a weak smile. "Before I go in..." He looked down and reached into his pocket, then handed off a pair of handcuffs to Faith. "If I get too bad, don't be afraid to use these." He passed the keys on to her afterward. "Maybe pin me up to a bed or something? Someplace out of the way. I think Claire is looking into getting me a hotel room to stay at until I clear myself up, so you guys will have to talk to her about that, okay?"
He looked back toward the pits. "Do whatever it takes to keep me out of the way until I get better." He tried for another smile. It was so thin that it was probably next to impossible not to be able to see through it. "I promise I won't hold any grudges if I wake up with bruises on my face."