It was quick - very quick - and when Sam was done he moved in closer, catching Eliot across the chest. With all the pain he'd inflicted he was sweating and shaking, and Sam didn't really blame him, but if it stopped even a portion of his fight next time it would be worth it.
For now, he wrapped his arms around Eliot's back, supporting him physically, Eliot's arm raised across his shoulder to support it.
"I've got you," he murmured, softly. Sam wobbled a little as he pulled upward, supporting Eliot's weight with his own strength. He was sapped, off guard, probably just wanted to sleep--sleeplessness was a trait for angels and demons, and for those souls who lost track of time in the monotony of their torture, and forgot what made them human. "It's okay, you'll be able to sleep it off. Just a little walk, and it'll all be over."
Sam kept Eliot's weight mostly across his shoulders and made the walk, half dragging him if he had to. The room he 'shared' with Lucifer was the next one down, and Sam led him there. It was lavish, gothic, with an enormous bed that looked immaculate, a seating area with a huge TV set up in the middle of it, and a step down to one side which led into a huge sunken wash basin. There was no need for fluffy towels. But a closer look? A closer look would point out the various hooks and hidden ropes, the length of chain under the bed, the cage in the corner, the long tapestry that hid something behind it, the suspicious bedding box in the corner.
Sam released Eliot when they made it to the cage.
"Hurry now. Lucifer's coming. You should be asleep - or at least pretending to sleep - when he gets here."
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For now, he wrapped his arms around Eliot's back, supporting him physically, Eliot's arm raised across his shoulder to support it.
"I've got you," he murmured, softly. Sam wobbled a little as he pulled upward, supporting Eliot's weight with his own strength. He was sapped, off guard, probably just wanted to sleep--sleeplessness was a trait for angels and demons, and for those souls who lost track of time in the monotony of their torture, and forgot what made them human. "It's okay, you'll be able to sleep it off. Just a little walk, and it'll all be over."
Sam kept Eliot's weight mostly across his shoulders and made the walk, half dragging him if he had to. The room he 'shared' with Lucifer was the next one down, and Sam led him there. It was lavish, gothic, with an enormous bed that looked immaculate, a seating area with a huge TV set up in the middle of it, and a step down to one side which led into a huge sunken wash basin. There was no need for fluffy towels. But a closer look? A closer look would point out the various hooks and hidden ropes, the length of chain under the bed, the cage in the corner, the long tapestry that hid something behind it, the suspicious bedding box in the corner.
Sam released Eliot when they made it to the cage.
"Hurry now. Lucifer's coming. You should be asleep - or at least pretending to sleep - when he gets here."