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thedemonrose

                              Everything hurt.

                    And when he said everything, he meant everything.                     Seemingly every inch of him throbbed like it had its                     own heartbeat- all of them out of sync with the one in                     his chest- the only place he felt absolutely hollow.                     He swallowed roughly, blinking open his eyes to find                     himself surrounded by bright lights, the heat of them                     creating a sticky sweat on the back of his neck.

          "W-where-?" Sam groaned, his voice raspy, like he'd           been screaming.

                    Moving was more like someone was slicing a hot knife                     into his joints. He yelped, falling back against a stiff                    mattress. It wasn't long before he heard muttering                     above him, followed by the blurred-to-hell shapes                     moving in his peripheral vision.

                              And then it was black.

                    When he woke again, he felt significantly better.                     For a moment, he thought he'd been having some                     kind of horrible, gut-wrenching dream. Had he been                     in a car accident? From the scrapes and bruises                     littering every inch of his skin, he could guess he                     was hit directly by the car.

                              But surviving getting hit by a car only happened in                               movies... right?

                    So he sat up, a hand clutching his head. He looked                     around, seeing that he was in what looked like a hospital                     room. His heartbeat spiked, and it set off the monitors.                     Fearing the worst, he ripped the chords from his arms                     and looked frantically around for an exit. The window-                     he blinked and unlocked the window, shoving it up and                     looking out. Luckily, he was on the first floor- so the                     drop would be sustainable. 

                    He heard footsteps outside his door, probably rushing                     to get to him. He climbed onto the window sill and                     carefully slid out, dropping into a bush below him.

                    Adrenaline pumping through him, he noticed he was                     still wearing the sterile white, hospital clothes- thankfully                     a shirt and pants and not a gown. He didn't bother with                     his clothing for too long, and instead just ran to the                     nearest wooded area. He was barefoot, but it didn't matter.                     All that he wanted was to get away from that place for                     now- he hated hospitals. 

                    It wasn't long before he was undeniably lost. He took a                     deep breath in when he stumbled upon a log cabin. He                     looked back, as if thinking he'd see where he'd come                     from- but unsurprisingly he didn't see any evidence left.

thedemonrose

Leigh had been fighting his fathers' for a long time. They had tortured him his entire life and kept him in a 3 by 3 cell. Right until he was 12 when men loyal to him broke him out and helped him find a portal to Earth

Leigh found a small flat and decided to live their, hiding from anything summoned him. Which went bad when people summoned him. Due to the escape his knowledge had been blown open to the world and people know knew if you need to find anything, or anyone you summon Leigh.

Which most if not all times backfired.

But this time it might of just saved him.

Crowley had found Leigh and sent 6 of his best demons to hunt him, they managed to corner Leigh and one landed a hit in his gut.

But when Leigh fell he did not fall to the flat floor, he fell to a different floor, a basement, he had been summoned.

Leigh looked up bleeding badly from his stomach and coughed up some blood before the 15 year old spoke standing and wiping the blood away trying to look presentable.

"Good day."