When Sam comes to his head is pounding and even though everything is dark but he can still feel the ground spinning underneath him. Closing his eyes he tries to recall how he got here, where 'here' even is. And then it all starts coming back. He'd said yes to the devil in Detroit. Lucifer had taken his body and the apocalypse had very nearly happened. If it hadn't been for Dean Sam doubts if he'd have been able to find the strength to stop it
( ... )
And then that damned affection had bubbled out of nowhere, seeped through all the crevices and cracks in his hold over Sam and broken it completely, shaking him off and away like he was nothing more than a very unpleasant headache. And, what more, Sam had enough strength left in him to send them spiraling down into the Pit, back into Hell, back into the Cage he'd been locked in for far too long.
Lucifer stirred from his spot on the ground. He had been watching Sam for the longest time, his eyes already well adjusted to the dank interior of his personal little slice of Hell. Sam and Michael were new additions. Uncomfortable parasites in his otherwise cozy, lonely cell. It made him… anxious, was that the right word? To have people so close by, where no one had ever been before. It was unnerving. And watching these abominations in his Cage, moving around, stirring as they came back to conscious… it almost enraged him
( ... )
And there it was, that voice he'd been dreading. The initial earthy, stale smell had faded now and Sam found it was suddenly much easier to see. They were in some kind of sitting room, which seemed out of place with his idea of a cage.
Sam looked round at Lucifer and saw Adam behind him on a dated settee, still out cold. He wondered if Michael was still using him as a vessel, since apparently Lucifer had reverted back to his first.
" 'Hey'," Lucifer repeated, with a sort of snarl in his voice. "That's what he says, 'Hey'." He was feeling quite violent. Even in his comfortably oppressive cage, where all he wanted to do was lay down, close his eyes and take a long nap. No, he was violent. He wanted to tear Sam apart and put him back together again. It wasn't in Lucifer's nature to be so crudely violent, but here it was, happening. Sam had ruined everything.
And yet, there was a glimmer of respect hidden away inside of Lucifer for him. For the ability to stand up against him, against the Devil, for what he believed in, to defend the human dream, whatever that was. Lucifer hated the boy now, but there was still that sliver of respect. "Well, Sam, look where you've gotten us." He gestured around. "Years of planning gone into escaping and now you've dragged us back in here. Any idea how long you'll be done here, stuck with me…?" He grinned, slowly.
He didn't and it was that uncertainty that scared him the most. Because there wasn't anyone coming for him this time. No Castiel to raise him from perdition, no Dean making crossroad bargains on his behalf. Sam had made his choice and he was going to have to live with the consequences. The least he could hope for was that somewhere, for the first time Dean was going to be able to have a normal life, with the family he deserved.
Sam straightened his shoulders and turned his full attention back to Lucifer who was practically radiating with anger. In a way he could understand. After all, despite how often he denied it, how badly he wanted to disbelieve, he and Lucifer really did have a lot in common.
"You knew I was going to fight" he pointed out, hoping for now to keep a safe distance between them for all the good it would do. "I told you I would."
Lucifer quickly, efficiently and practically silently closed that 'safe distance' that might have given Sam some semblance of comfort. The only warning of him closing that gap was a brief, almost unnoticeable flutter of angel wings and he was next to him. His vessel was, surprisingly, intact. Instead of being riveted by all the damage he had incurred onto it, it looked… healthy, like Lucifer had never touched it before.
But right now, he was close, practically breathing down the other's neck as he circled him, a predator sizing up its (larger) prey with a rather ravenous look in his eyes. "But you didn't say you'd fight so hard." In truth, Lucifer had doubted Sam. He knew the other was strong willed, determined and, let's face it, stubborn, but he hadn't realized just how stubborn he really was.
"So, now what," he hummed, stopping in front of the other, a wicked smile playing across his lips. "What do we do now, stuck inside this box forever?"
"You shouldn't have underestimated me." As Dean sometimes said 'Winchesters never do anything half-assed'.
Sam resisted the urge to step away and put more space between them. He wasn't going to look weak now. Not that there was much of a point in fighting anymore, now that it was all over, but if he was going to be trapped with the Prince of Darkness for all eternity he didn't want to give the impression that he could be cowed so easily. This was already looking like it was going to go in a sour direction.
"Guess we've got a lot of time to work that out." He forced a smile without really knowing why he bothered with the gesture. Sooner or later he was going to end up like Dean. It was just a matter of when. Because no one went to Hell and stayed there unscathed.
Lucifer regarded Sam with a little smile. No, he had never quite underestimated the other. He had fully understood the potential because he was made of the same stuff, the same crouching evil thing, full of spite and determination and stubbornness, that hid in wait between the shoulder blades, waiting to spring to full height and grandeur. He didn't underestimate Sam or his brother. What he had underestimated was the strength of the connection between them, that was what caused him to fall. Not that he'd admit to it, of course. It was all a fluke, some crazy scenario that just happened that way. Nothing more
( ... )
"Stop it." Sam didn't move but his brow was furrowed in concern. Adam, or Michael as the case seemed to be didn't look like he was about to wake anytime soon and having lucifer at that proximity did little to set Sam at ease. After a moment he stepped forward, still keeping Lucifer at a distance, but close enough that he could touch Michael. Possessed or not, neither if them were meant to be there. An angel and a child. Sam shook his head.
"You don't really want to hurt him. You didn't want to hurt him then, I felt it. You and Michael have no reason to fight now. You're both in the same boat.". He swallowed and glanced down again. For the first, and what he knew was far from the last time since awaking in the pit Sam longed for his own older brother. Dean… he was never going to see him again. Only indreams and memories.
That thought made him sick as he continued to watch Lucifer. He could never go home
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And then that damned affection had bubbled out of nowhere, seeped through all the crevices and cracks in his hold over Sam and broken it completely, shaking him off and away like he was nothing more than a very unpleasant headache. And, what more, Sam had enough strength left in him to send them spiraling down into the Pit, back into Hell, back into the Cage he'd been locked in for far too long.
Lucifer stirred from his spot on the ground. He had been watching Sam for the longest time, his eyes already well adjusted to the dank interior of his personal little slice of Hell. Sam and Michael were new additions. Uncomfortable parasites in his otherwise cozy, lonely cell. It made him… anxious, was that the right word? To have people so close by, where no one had ever been before. It was unnerving. And watching these abominations in his Cage, moving around, stirring as they came back to conscious… it almost enraged him ( ... )
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Sam looked round at Lucifer and saw Adam behind him on a dated settee, still out cold. He wondered if Michael was still using him as a vessel, since apparently Lucifer had reverted back to his first.
"Hey...."
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And yet, there was a glimmer of respect hidden away inside of Lucifer for him. For the ability to stand up against him, against the Devil, for what he believed in, to defend the human dream, whatever that was. Lucifer hated the boy now, but there was still that sliver of respect. "Well, Sam, look where you've gotten us." He gestured around. "Years of planning gone into escaping and now you've dragged us back in here. Any idea how long you'll be done here, stuck with me…?" He grinned, slowly.
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Sam straightened his shoulders and turned his full attention back to Lucifer who was practically radiating with anger. In a way he could understand. After all, despite how often he denied it, how badly he wanted to disbelieve, he and Lucifer really did have a lot in common.
"You knew I was going to fight" he pointed out, hoping for now to keep a safe distance between them for all the good it would do. "I told you I would."
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But right now, he was close, practically breathing down the other's neck as he circled him, a predator sizing up its (larger) prey with a rather ravenous look in his eyes. "But you didn't say you'd fight so hard." In truth, Lucifer had doubted Sam. He knew the other was strong willed, determined and, let's face it, stubborn, but he hadn't realized just how stubborn he really was.
"So, now what," he hummed, stopping in front of the other, a wicked smile playing across his lips. "What do we do now, stuck inside this box forever?"
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Sam resisted the urge to step away and put more space between them. He wasn't going to look weak now. Not that there was much of a point in fighting anymore, now that it was all over, but if he was going to be trapped with the Prince of Darkness for all eternity he didn't want to give the impression that he could be cowed so easily. This was already looking like it was going to go in a sour direction.
"Guess we've got a lot of time to work that out." He forced a smile without really knowing why he bothered with the gesture. Sooner or later he was going to end up like Dean. It was just a matter of when. Because no one went to Hell and stayed there unscathed.
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"You don't really want to hurt him. You didn't want to hurt him then, I felt it. You and Michael have no reason to fight now. You're both in the same boat.". He swallowed and glanced down again. For the first, and what he knew was far from the last time since awaking in the pit Sam longed for his own older brother. Dean… he was never going to see him again. Only indreams and memories.
That thought made him sick as he continued to watch Lucifer. He could never go home
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