(just something that popped into my head when I saw your prompt) ______________________
It hurt.
Sam dragged him from one doctor to another, had him examined by Castiel and some other angels names of which Nick didn’t bother to remember, had even brought Crowley in once, and everyone had said the same thing. Everything was in order, everything was alright.
No one knew what was the cause of his pain, no one knew what hurt him.
It was hard to describe or explain, this pain. It was like nothing he had experienced before, and he had seen and felt so much when Lucifer had been wearing him.
Back then he had thought he couldn’t hurt more.
He knew better now.
No painkiller was working on him; no human, angelic or demonic one. No spell. Sam was very persistent in looking for anything that would decrease his pain, and Nick was pretty sure they had already tried everything that could have been tried.
Then there was that girl.
Brown hair now wet with blood and sweat, tanned skin pale with fear, and green eyes wide with pain. Another victim of some monster that shouldn’t be there. Nick looked in her eyes, knowing there was no way they could help her, not at this stage, not when this thing had already bitten her, and his pain got even more excruciating. Because she was lying there in her blood because of him, because if he hadn’t said yes, maybe Sam and Dean would have had more time, maybe things would have gone differently, maybe this girl wouldn’t be laying on the floor of her own house, bitten by an ancient Mayan demon that before never got outside Yucatan jungle.
No matter how many times Sam kept repeating it wasn’t his fault, that Lucifer would have find another way in, that it was Sam’s fault to start with, because he was the one that freed Lucifer’s from his cage, Nick knew better. The responsibility fell on him too.
And when he looked up, he saw understanding dawning on Sam’s face, saw the mirror of his own pain in Dean’s eyes.
“It gets better with time,” Sam said, not looking at the girl.
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Date: 2010-12-16 10:30 am (UTC)______________________
It hurt.
Sam dragged him from one doctor to another, had him examined by Castiel and some other angels names of which Nick didn’t bother to remember, had even brought Crowley in once, and everyone had said the same thing. Everything was in order, everything was alright.
No one knew what was the cause of his pain, no one knew what hurt him.
It was hard to describe or explain, this pain. It was like nothing he had experienced before, and he had seen and felt so much when Lucifer had been wearing him.
Back then he had thought he couldn’t hurt more.
He knew better now.
No painkiller was working on him; no human, angelic or demonic one. No spell. Sam was very persistent in looking for anything that would decrease his pain, and Nick was pretty sure they had already tried everything that could have been tried.
Then there was that girl.
Brown hair now wet with blood and sweat, tanned skin pale with fear, and green eyes wide with pain. Another victim of some monster that shouldn’t be there. Nick looked in her eyes, knowing there was no way they could help her, not at this stage, not when this thing had already bitten her, and his pain got even more excruciating. Because she was lying there in her blood because of him, because if he hadn’t said yes, maybe Sam and Dean would have had more time, maybe things would have gone differently, maybe this girl wouldn’t be laying on the floor of her own house, bitten by an ancient Mayan demon that before never got outside Yucatan jungle.
No matter how many times Sam kept repeating it wasn’t his fault, that Lucifer would have find another way in, that it was Sam’s fault to start with, because he was the one that freed Lucifer’s from his cage, Nick knew better. The responsibility fell on him too.
And when he looked up, he saw understanding dawning on Sam’s face, saw the mirror of his own pain in Dean’s eyes.
“It gets better with time,” Sam said, not looking at the girl.
Nick knew it was lie.
But he still appreciated Sam saying it.