"If the then King of Hell and Abaddon couldn't stop me with their somewhat combined powers, how do you fancy you're gonna do it?" Not that Aleister had been cured successfully, but no one knew that. No one knew any of this, they only knew that Aleister was nowhere to be found. Sam didn't intend to let Harry in on any more than he had to. "You can't stop me. I'm stubborn, remember? And I always hurt up anyone I come across."

Sam smiled darkly and then he simply let Harry rage until it was time for another dose. Between that one and the next, he ended up warding the place off, so no one could possibly interfere. Then, after yet another dose, he let Matty know what he was doing. Just a text.

curing Harry

After a minute, without a reply from Matty in-between, Sam added.

sorry if I die

Another pointless apology. At least he made himself laugh. He put his phone back into his pocket, so he could approach Harry with a filled syringe. He injected him with the fifth dose, looking into his eyes after doing so. Maybe he was imagining the glint of humanity in them.