Sleepover with the Devil
Author: jared4ever
Title: Sleepover with the Devil
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam/Lucifer, Meg, demons
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut, non-con, mild BDSM, somewhat graphic sex, hurt!Sam
Genre: Gen
Spoilers: 5x22 Swan Song.
Summary: Lucifer has to break Sam, and just showing him how Azazel ruined his life isn’t enough.
Sleepover with the Devil
“Are we having fun yet?”
Lucifer watched Sam, feeling the emotional turmoil the boy was going through. He’d just found out that Azazel had been yanking his chain all his life. Demons had followed Sam from grade school to college, planting ideas, seeding the tension with John and Dean, twisting the knife when Sam was hurt.
Sam seethed with hatred, at Azazel, at the demons, at Lucifer himself, but that wasn’t enough. Killing the offending demons wasn’t enough. The boy was still clawing away, trying to rest control of his body from the Fallen angel. Defiance in the face of defeat seemed to be a Winchester trait. It was infuriating. Lucifer didn’t intend to spend all night wrestling with the insolent little hairless ape.
He willed away the blood and gore that was coating his vessel’s hands and clothing after the massacre, then paused and smiled. The key to defeating Sam was right in front of him.
Lucifer rose off the steps and walked around the abandoned theater. Further along the wall, he found something interesting, a dusty full-length mirror mounted on a door. He cleaned it off with a swipe of his hand. Like before, he let Sam look at himself. They were faced off, like prize fighters.
With a sly grin, Lucifer waved his hand, and Sam’s clothing fell away. He admired his vessel for a moment. The tall, powerful build, smooth skin, hard, curving muscles. Azazel had chosen well. Lucifer couldn’t have asked for a more imposing yet pleasing vessel.
For a moment, a brief moment, Sam rallied, and was able to take control. The body’s muscles tensed, but that’s as far as it went. The Devil swatted him down again, chuckling.
“That fiddle of gold isn’t yours yet, Sam….”
<<<<<< >>>>>>
Sam strained, but his arms and legs were still trapped, pulled taught by ethereal, invisible chains. Frigid air blew along his body, sapping the heat out of him. He was surrounded by inky black darkness,
Even so, he could see and hear, smell and feel. He was still connected to his body, he just couldn’t control it. It was his spirit, or soul he supposed, that was suspended in the icy fog.
He was a prisoner in his own mind, his own meat. This was worse than when he’d bee possessed, all that time ago. Then, he’d only been allowed to experience some of what his body was doing. Now, he was wide awake…helpless.
He was trying, concentrating, trying to ignore Lucifer’s mocking and taunting. Every now and then, his work paid off, and the darkness would brighten as he broke the chains and seized back control of his meatsuit, but every time, the Devil smacked him down.
“That fiddle of gold isn’t yours yet, Sam…let’s try something more fun.”
Abruptly, four figures appeared around his bound form. Four women, moving toward him in the gloom. To his surprise, Sam recognized the one in front of him.
“Meg?”
<<<<<< >>>>>>
Meg and the four female demons appeared at his side as soon as Lucifer called them. Like him, they were naked. He gave them their orders silently, so Sam wouldn’t hear. He wanted it to be a surprise. When they nodded in understanding, Lucifer addressed Sam.
“You think you want to throw yourself into that cage, Sam…it’s so heroic. You get to save the world, save your brother…win his approval at last. But, you don’t know what you’re talking about. The cage…heh. It’s not just a box. It’s the ultimate torture device.”
In the mirror, Sam frowned. Satan had his attention.
“Unlike my brothers, I wanted…I needed. I wasn’t content with what I had. So, Father designed a prison that would teach me a lesson. Inside the cage, you want, you need, but you can never have. Endless desire, no satisfaction. Endless need, no relief. Everything you can imagine, all at once. Endless pain without death. Even endless pleasure…without release.”
Meg and the others took their cue, and stepped to him.
<<<<<< >>>>>>
Sam struggled to break the chains as Meg and the three demons stepped toward him. They reached out, and began to caress his body with their hands, then kiss his skin with their mouths. Their tongues explored his flesh.
“Uhhh…UHHHH!”
They seemed to find his most sensitive places immediately. Lips played along his collarbone, tongues moved along his biceps and inner thighs. Fingers drew along the curves of his pecs and abs, and ran through his hair.
“UGHHHHH!”
<<<<<< >>>>>>
Lucifer watched as his vessel’s penis hardened, and chuckled. These mortal bodies were so easy to manipulate. So many nerves, so little control….
He nodded to Meg, who smiled as she began to plant kisses along the center of his chest, trailing down until she found the long, straining member. She took his dick into her mouth, tongue lapping along the tip, swirling down the shaft. Her hands massaged his powerfully muscled thighs and gave his testicles gentle squeezes.
Lucifer had no use for such base, dirty weaknesses. As an angel, he was above such things. He shunted all the sensations to Sam, and felt nothing himself. At the same time, he tightened the muscles in his groin, enough to keep the penis from releasing.
In the mirror, Sam’s face contorted as the flood of feeling and pleasure crashed into him.
“UHHH! UGHHHHH!”
Meg shifted position, deep throating his cock, and started to hum.
<<<<<< >>>>>>
Of all the ways Sam had imagined this fight with Lucifer going down…this wasn’t one of them.
The stimulation was intense. Meg was sucking him so hard, Sam knew he wouldn’t last long. He had tried to resist the sensations assaulting him at first, but they were impossible to ignore. Pleasure washed over him from four directions. Eight hands caressed his body, four mouths worked him without pause.
“UH…OHHHH….Oh, GOD!”
When Meg started to hum-HUM!-Sam quickly reached climax, and his body raced toward orgasm. It was then he realized what Lucifer was doing.
Sam’s body was going over the edge, but the Devil controlled it. His muscles, his body’s reactions.
Sam couldn’t come!
Endless pleasure without release…
He abandoned trying to make his limbs move, and tried instead to rest control of his penis from Lucifer’s icy grip. If he could do that, he could come. As he struggled, the other three demons stepped up their efforts. Their hands, lips and tongues were everywhere.
The demon working his shoulders and back then slid downward, massaging his buttocks for several long minutes before one hand moved further down. A finger pressed against Sam’s entrance. He tensed-or tried to, Lucifer kept his glutes completely relaxed. Sam couldn’t keep the demon’s probing finger out.
It slid deeper, probing along the tight ring of muscles, then a second joined it. The two fingers pried him open, and a third joined them. Sam cried out as they stretched his hole wide and pressed up.
An instant later, three sharp nails were raking across his unprepared prostate. Shockwaves of pleasure crashed through his helpless body with each stroke of the sensitive nerve bundle. Sam cried out, arching forward in the chains, but that just rammed his overworked cock deeper into Meg’s throat. She sucked him harder in response.
“UHH! AH-AHHHHH! Ugh! P-PLEASE! Meg STOP! STOP!”
“She can’t hear you, Sam. It’s just you and me in here,” Lucifer chided him, smugly. The intense need to cum consumed Sam’s consciousness.
<<<<<< >>>>>>
The four demons had been pleasing Lucifer’s vessel for almost two hours. He watched in the mirror, as Sam strained and screamed, but the tide of stimulation was relentless, and Lucifer did his best to amplify every touch and sensation that buffeted Sam. The human was weakening quickly, overcome by his own bodily needs.
It was beautiful to watch. Lucifer made a note to try this with Michael before finishing him off. If nothing else, it would be amusing to watch his older brother’s vessel suffer.
Sam’s gaze met his in the mirror, agonizing need contorting his expression. “Lu-Lucifer! UHHH! AHHH! Please! PLEASE STOP! AH-HAHHH!”
Lucifer laughed. “This is a battle of wills, Sam, remember? Winner takes all? And I play to win.”
He looked down at the demon on his left, and pointed to Sam’s chest. “Focus here, my dear. His nipples are especially sensitive.”
<<<<<< >>>>>>
Sam didn’t know how long it had been. The demons had moved around, now that they knew the best places to work him.
Meg still worked Sam’s cock mercilessly, her hands moving between his thighs and balls. Two of them had moved in front of him, so that each could suck one of his defenseless nipples, their hands moving up and down his sides, and caressing his pecs and abs. The fourth was still working his hole. An unnaturally long tongue had joined the three fingers tormenting him.
“AHHHHH! UHH-AHHHHH!”
Sam yanked at his bonds weakly, unable to summon any strength through the onslaught. He’d already tried begging, but Lucifer wasn’t inclined to be merciful now that he was winning.
<<<<<< >>>>>>
Lucifer smiled. Sam was growing weaker, his attempts to fight back were getting slower and less coordinated. It was amazing that such a simple torment could work so well. Humans were such flawed little beasts. Weak. An angel would never succumb to such manipulation. Even his youngest brethren-Castiel’s generation-would have been immune.
And Father wanted us to bow to this??
He hadn’t been lying when he told Sam he cared about him, but there was only so much insolence Lucifer was willing to take from his vessel. Sam needed to be disciplined. If the little ape’s feelings were hurt, they could hash it out later, after Michael was dead.
That gave him an idea. Maybe Sam and Dean both could use some discipline.
“Just wait Sam. When I defeat Michael, when I win, I’ll let you and Dean both experience the cage, firsthand. I think eternity there will be the perfect fate for the both of you,” Lucifer taunted.
Sam apparently disagreed. Anger fueled another attempt to take control, and despite the sensual overload, he managed to clench his fists.
Lucifer was impressed. He would have thought Sam too overwhelmed after three hours of punishing stimulation. Meg and her associates were quite good, after all. The burst of strength and resolve had almost broken Satan’s grip on the vessel’s reigns. Almost.
“Such a fine specimen…. We’re perfect for each other, Sam. The best our races can offer. Sooner or later, you’ll come around.”
In the meantime, maybe Sam’s own mind would be useful. Lucifer searched Sam’s memories, and found exactly what he was looking for. It was time for, how did the humans put it? “A trip down memory lane?”
<<<<<< >>>>>>
Sam was almost there, he could feel his body-his real body-clenching when he tried to move it. The demons continued fucking him, Sam’s mind was like a broken record.
Gotta come!
Gotta come!
Gotta come!!
He still couldn’t release his groin muscles. Lucifer had them clenched tight. Sam was locked out. Just a little bit more, though, and maybe---
Images formed in the fog around him, in stunning high-definition…he saw himself with Jess, then with Madison, with Ruby. He was watching himself having sex.
Except he wasn’t just watching. With the demons working him, the sight, sound, and sensation began to merge…it was like watching an interactive porno. He felt each touch Jess gave him. He felt each time Madison’s tongue slid up the underside of his cock. It was like it was happening all over again.
Jess made him orgasm in the shower. The first night in their new apartment.
Sam felt the climax hit. Come. Come! But, he couldn’t. Nothing happened. The climax didn’t subside, it only grew stronger.
Madison’s oral ministrations pushed Sam over the edge. In the image of his memory, Sam blew his load so hard he cried out, back arching off the mattress.
Come! Need for release coursed through him, but his muscles didn’t even move.
Ruby knew what he liked. Her muscles squeezed his cock tightly, and she shifted her hips back and forth until Sam lost it and erupted.
COME!
Sam’s dick didn’t so much as twitch, despite the memories he was reliving and what Meg was doing with her tongue---
“AH-AHHH-AHHHHH!”
<<<<<< >>>>>>
The early dawn light was showing through cracks in the old theater’s walls. Lucifer looked at Sam, who’s efforts to fight had finally collapsed. In the mirror, Sam was curled in a fetal position, moaning, begging incoherently. “Please…oh, God…stop, please…please I’m--- Got to--- don’t--- Please…come…please stop….”
Lucifer grinned. He glanced down at Meg and the others. “I think that’s enough, my children.”
The demons stopped immediately. They didn’t care if Sam came or not, they were simply obeying their Lord. Three of them vanished, but Meg lingered a moment.
“Thank you, for allowing us to please you, Master.”
Smiling down at her, Lucifer cocked his head to the side. “You have feelings for this one, don’t you?”
Meg stiffened. “He’s…only human, Master. He’s nothing compared to you.”
Lucifer cupped her chin with his hand, lifting her head so she would look at him. The feelings were there, even if they were twisted and soaked in cruelty. Meg was attracted to Sam.
No wonder Azazel had set his daughter’s sights on the boy. He must have wanted her stake in the plan to be personal.
With a reassuring smile, Lucifer ran his hand through her meatsuit’s hair. “When all this is over, perhaps I’ll let you spend time with Sam, alone.”
Meg smiled, her deep gratitude apparent as she bowed and followed her companions away.
Lucifer shrugged. There was room in the cage for her as well.
He looked down at the quivering body in the mirror. “No fiddle for you, Sammy.”
Dressing, Lucifer gave Sam’s barely conscious form in the mirror a last, passing, glance as he exited the room. Michael would be descending to Earth when the Sun was highest in the sky.
Lucifer had some time leftover to prepare.
END
A/N: I realized that the showdown with Michael was “high noon, tomorrow,” according to Chuck, so Sam and Lucifer were together all night and half the next day, probably 14 hours at least. It’s not quite what I had in my head when I sat down to write it, so I don’t know if it works!
Title: Sleepover with the Devil
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam/Lucifer, Meg, demons
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut, non-con, mild BDSM, somewhat graphic sex, hurt!Sam
Genre: Gen
Spoilers: 5x22 Swan Song.
Summary: Lucifer has to break Sam, and just showing him how Azazel ruined his life isn’t enough.
Sleepover with the Devil
“Are we having fun yet?”
Lucifer watched Sam, feeling the emotional turmoil the boy was going through. He’d just found out that Azazel had been yanking his chain all his life. Demons had followed Sam from grade school to college, planting ideas, seeding the tension with John and Dean, twisting the knife when Sam was hurt.
Sam seethed with hatred, at Azazel, at the demons, at Lucifer himself, but that wasn’t enough. Killing the offending demons wasn’t enough. The boy was still clawing away, trying to rest control of his body from the Fallen angel. Defiance in the face of defeat seemed to be a Winchester trait. It was infuriating. Lucifer didn’t intend to spend all night wrestling with the insolent little hairless ape.
He willed away the blood and gore that was coating his vessel’s hands and clothing after the massacre, then paused and smiled. The key to defeating Sam was right in front of him.
Lucifer rose off the steps and walked around the abandoned theater. Further along the wall, he found something interesting, a dusty full-length mirror mounted on a door. He cleaned it off with a swipe of his hand. Like before, he let Sam look at himself. They were faced off, like prize fighters.
With a sly grin, Lucifer waved his hand, and Sam’s clothing fell away. He admired his vessel for a moment. The tall, powerful build, smooth skin, hard, curving muscles. Azazel had chosen well. Lucifer couldn’t have asked for a more imposing yet pleasing vessel.
For a moment, a brief moment, Sam rallied, and was able to take control. The body’s muscles tensed, but that’s as far as it went. The Devil swatted him down again, chuckling.
“That fiddle of gold isn’t yours yet, Sam….”
<<<<<< >>>>>>
Sam strained, but his arms and legs were still trapped, pulled taught by ethereal, invisible chains. Frigid air blew along his body, sapping the heat out of him. He was surrounded by inky black darkness,
Even so, he could see and hear, smell and feel. He was still connected to his body, he just couldn’t control it. It was his spirit, or soul he supposed, that was suspended in the icy fog.
He was a prisoner in his own mind, his own meat. This was worse than when he’d bee possessed, all that time ago. Then, he’d only been allowed to experience some of what his body was doing. Now, he was wide awake…helpless.
He was trying, concentrating, trying to ignore Lucifer’s mocking and taunting. Every now and then, his work paid off, and the darkness would brighten as he broke the chains and seized back control of his meatsuit, but every time, the Devil smacked him down.
“That fiddle of gold isn’t yours yet, Sam…let’s try something more fun.”
Abruptly, four figures appeared around his bound form. Four women, moving toward him in the gloom. To his surprise, Sam recognized the one in front of him.
“Meg?”
<<<<<< >>>>>>
Meg and the four female demons appeared at his side as soon as Lucifer called them. Like him, they were naked. He gave them their orders silently, so Sam wouldn’t hear. He wanted it to be a surprise. When they nodded in understanding, Lucifer addressed Sam.
“You think you want to throw yourself into that cage, Sam…it’s so heroic. You get to save the world, save your brother…win his approval at last. But, you don’t know what you’re talking about. The cage…heh. It’s not just a box. It’s the ultimate torture device.”
In the mirror, Sam frowned. Satan had his attention.
“Unlike my brothers, I wanted…I needed. I wasn’t content with what I had. So, Father designed a prison that would teach me a lesson. Inside the cage, you want, you need, but you can never have. Endless desire, no satisfaction. Endless need, no relief. Everything you can imagine, all at once. Endless pain without death. Even endless pleasure…without release.”
Meg and the others took their cue, and stepped to him.
<<<<<< >>>>>>
Sam struggled to break the chains as Meg and the three demons stepped toward him. They reached out, and began to caress his body with their hands, then kiss his skin with their mouths. Their tongues explored his flesh.
“Uhhh…UHHHH!”
They seemed to find his most sensitive places immediately. Lips played along his collarbone, tongues moved along his biceps and inner thighs. Fingers drew along the curves of his pecs and abs, and ran through his hair.
“UGHHHHH!”
<<<<<< >>>>>>
Lucifer watched as his vessel’s penis hardened, and chuckled. These mortal bodies were so easy to manipulate. So many nerves, so little control….
He nodded to Meg, who smiled as she began to plant kisses along the center of his chest, trailing down until she found the long, straining member. She took his dick into her mouth, tongue lapping along the tip, swirling down the shaft. Her hands massaged his powerfully muscled thighs and gave his testicles gentle squeezes.
Lucifer had no use for such base, dirty weaknesses. As an angel, he was above such things. He shunted all the sensations to Sam, and felt nothing himself. At the same time, he tightened the muscles in his groin, enough to keep the penis from releasing.
In the mirror, Sam’s face contorted as the flood of feeling and pleasure crashed into him.
“UHHH! UGHHHHH!”
Meg shifted position, deep throating his cock, and started to hum.
<<<<<< >>>>>>
Of all the ways Sam had imagined this fight with Lucifer going down…this wasn’t one of them.
The stimulation was intense. Meg was sucking him so hard, Sam knew he wouldn’t last long. He had tried to resist the sensations assaulting him at first, but they were impossible to ignore. Pleasure washed over him from four directions. Eight hands caressed his body, four mouths worked him without pause.
“UH…OHHHH….Oh, GOD!”
When Meg started to hum-HUM!-Sam quickly reached climax, and his body raced toward orgasm. It was then he realized what Lucifer was doing.
Sam’s body was going over the edge, but the Devil controlled it. His muscles, his body’s reactions.
Sam couldn’t come!
Endless pleasure without release…
He abandoned trying to make his limbs move, and tried instead to rest control of his penis from Lucifer’s icy grip. If he could do that, he could come. As he struggled, the other three demons stepped up their efforts. Their hands, lips and tongues were everywhere.
The demon working his shoulders and back then slid downward, massaging his buttocks for several long minutes before one hand moved further down. A finger pressed against Sam’s entrance. He tensed-or tried to, Lucifer kept his glutes completely relaxed. Sam couldn’t keep the demon’s probing finger out.
It slid deeper, probing along the tight ring of muscles, then a second joined it. The two fingers pried him open, and a third joined them. Sam cried out as they stretched his hole wide and pressed up.
An instant later, three sharp nails were raking across his unprepared prostate. Shockwaves of pleasure crashed through his helpless body with each stroke of the sensitive nerve bundle. Sam cried out, arching forward in the chains, but that just rammed his overworked cock deeper into Meg’s throat. She sucked him harder in response.
“UHH! AH-AHHHHH! Ugh! P-PLEASE! Meg STOP! STOP!”
“She can’t hear you, Sam. It’s just you and me in here,” Lucifer chided him, smugly. The intense need to cum consumed Sam’s consciousness.
<<<<<< >>>>>>
The four demons had been pleasing Lucifer’s vessel for almost two hours. He watched in the mirror, as Sam strained and screamed, but the tide of stimulation was relentless, and Lucifer did his best to amplify every touch and sensation that buffeted Sam. The human was weakening quickly, overcome by his own bodily needs.
It was beautiful to watch. Lucifer made a note to try this with Michael before finishing him off. If nothing else, it would be amusing to watch his older brother’s vessel suffer.
Sam’s gaze met his in the mirror, agonizing need contorting his expression. “Lu-Lucifer! UHHH! AHHH! Please! PLEASE STOP! AH-HAHHH!”
Lucifer laughed. “This is a battle of wills, Sam, remember? Winner takes all? And I play to win.”
He looked down at the demon on his left, and pointed to Sam’s chest. “Focus here, my dear. His nipples are especially sensitive.”
<<<<<< >>>>>>
Sam didn’t know how long it had been. The demons had moved around, now that they knew the best places to work him.
Meg still worked Sam’s cock mercilessly, her hands moving between his thighs and balls. Two of them had moved in front of him, so that each could suck one of his defenseless nipples, their hands moving up and down his sides, and caressing his pecs and abs. The fourth was still working his hole. An unnaturally long tongue had joined the three fingers tormenting him.
“AHHHHH! UHH-AHHHHH!”
Sam yanked at his bonds weakly, unable to summon any strength through the onslaught. He’d already tried begging, but Lucifer wasn’t inclined to be merciful now that he was winning.
<<<<<< >>>>>>
Lucifer smiled. Sam was growing weaker, his attempts to fight back were getting slower and less coordinated. It was amazing that such a simple torment could work so well. Humans were such flawed little beasts. Weak. An angel would never succumb to such manipulation. Even his youngest brethren-Castiel’s generation-would have been immune.
And Father wanted us to bow to this??
He hadn’t been lying when he told Sam he cared about him, but there was only so much insolence Lucifer was willing to take from his vessel. Sam needed to be disciplined. If the little ape’s feelings were hurt, they could hash it out later, after Michael was dead.
That gave him an idea. Maybe Sam and Dean both could use some discipline.
“Just wait Sam. When I defeat Michael, when I win, I’ll let you and Dean both experience the cage, firsthand. I think eternity there will be the perfect fate for the both of you,” Lucifer taunted.
Sam apparently disagreed. Anger fueled another attempt to take control, and despite the sensual overload, he managed to clench his fists.
Lucifer was impressed. He would have thought Sam too overwhelmed after three hours of punishing stimulation. Meg and her associates were quite good, after all. The burst of strength and resolve had almost broken Satan’s grip on the vessel’s reigns. Almost.
“Such a fine specimen…. We’re perfect for each other, Sam. The best our races can offer. Sooner or later, you’ll come around.”
In the meantime, maybe Sam’s own mind would be useful. Lucifer searched Sam’s memories, and found exactly what he was looking for. It was time for, how did the humans put it? “A trip down memory lane?”
<<<<<< >>>>>>
Sam was almost there, he could feel his body-his real body-clenching when he tried to move it. The demons continued fucking him, Sam’s mind was like a broken record.
Gotta come!
Gotta come!
Gotta come!!
He still couldn’t release his groin muscles. Lucifer had them clenched tight. Sam was locked out. Just a little bit more, though, and maybe---
Images formed in the fog around him, in stunning high-definition…he saw himself with Jess, then with Madison, with Ruby. He was watching himself having sex.
Except he wasn’t just watching. With the demons working him, the sight, sound, and sensation began to merge…it was like watching an interactive porno. He felt each touch Jess gave him. He felt each time Madison’s tongue slid up the underside of his cock. It was like it was happening all over again.
Jess made him orgasm in the shower. The first night in their new apartment.
Sam felt the climax hit. Come. Come! But, he couldn’t. Nothing happened. The climax didn’t subside, it only grew stronger.
Madison’s oral ministrations pushed Sam over the edge. In the image of his memory, Sam blew his load so hard he cried out, back arching off the mattress.
Come! Need for release coursed through him, but his muscles didn’t even move.
Ruby knew what he liked. Her muscles squeezed his cock tightly, and she shifted her hips back and forth until Sam lost it and erupted.
COME!
Sam’s dick didn’t so much as twitch, despite the memories he was reliving and what Meg was doing with her tongue---
“AH-AHHH-AHHHHH!”
<<<<<< >>>>>>
The early dawn light was showing through cracks in the old theater’s walls. Lucifer looked at Sam, who’s efforts to fight had finally collapsed. In the mirror, Sam was curled in a fetal position, moaning, begging incoherently. “Please…oh, God…stop, please…please I’m--- Got to--- don’t--- Please…come…please stop….”
Lucifer grinned. He glanced down at Meg and the others. “I think that’s enough, my children.”
The demons stopped immediately. They didn’t care if Sam came or not, they were simply obeying their Lord. Three of them vanished, but Meg lingered a moment.
“Thank you, for allowing us to please you, Master.”
Smiling down at her, Lucifer cocked his head to the side. “You have feelings for this one, don’t you?”
Meg stiffened. “He’s…only human, Master. He’s nothing compared to you.”
Lucifer cupped her chin with his hand, lifting her head so she would look at him. The feelings were there, even if they were twisted and soaked in cruelty. Meg was attracted to Sam.
No wonder Azazel had set his daughter’s sights on the boy. He must have wanted her stake in the plan to be personal.
With a reassuring smile, Lucifer ran his hand through her meatsuit’s hair. “When all this is over, perhaps I’ll let you spend time with Sam, alone.”
Meg smiled, her deep gratitude apparent as she bowed and followed her companions away.
Lucifer shrugged. There was room in the cage for her as well.
He looked down at the quivering body in the mirror. “No fiddle for you, Sammy.”
Dressing, Lucifer gave Sam’s barely conscious form in the mirror a last, passing, glance as he exited the room. Michael would be descending to Earth when the Sun was highest in the sky.
Lucifer had some time leftover to prepare.
END
A/N: I realized that the showdown with Michael was “high noon, tomorrow,” according to Chuck, so Sam and Lucifer were together all night and half the next day, probably 14 hours at least. It’s not quite what I had in my head when I sat down to write it, so I don’t know if it works!