The water from the sink was cool against his face, refreshing in a way that made his stomach churn. Cool water. Dean wouldn't be able to get cool water in hell. He was going to be burning up, in pain, screaming and hurting as they tortured him.
This time when Sam looked back up at the mirror he couldn't contain his outrage anymore, and his fist reeled back before slamming into the glass with a sickening shattering noise. Glass cracked and fell to the floor along with little drops of blood from his now serrated knuckles. The pain was a welcome contrast to the never-ending numbness of late, and he was contemplating breaking something else when he heard the knock at the door.
"Go away," Was his immediate gruff reply. If it was Bobby again he might scream. The older man hadn't been leaving him alone since their encounter with Lilith despite Sam's protests. It was actually surprising that Sam hadn't been clocked one right in the jaw. The knocking continued, but he instead focused on cleaning up the broken glass, the scritching sounds successfully drowning out the voice on the other side of the door as sharp edges dug into his palms.
Sammy!?
Sam stopped, his breath catching in his throat and the glass dropping to the ground to break again. "Dean?" He croaked, making his way over to the door. He was nervous about what he'd find on the other side. Would his brother be a demon? Was it a trick?
He wrenched the door open only to exhale in disappointment. It wasn't Dean. In fact, it was someone he wanted to see less than he wanted to see Bobby. "If Bobby sent you you can just leave. You're wasting your time."