2083, [5/7]; Sam, Lucifer; AU, Gen, R
title: 2083
author: monicawoe
wordcount: ~10,600 total (1600 this chapter)
characters: Sam, Dean, Lucifer, Ruby, Brady, Meg, Nick, Castiel, Zachariah
warnings: some violence, gore and technobabble
story summary: written for scifi_spn for this prompt:Sam Winchester, the boy with the demon bio-tech. He knows it's wrong, that it's sick, but he just can't stop. He adds little enhancements bit by bit, stuff nobody will notice. But it gets out of hand, and there's no turning back.
chapter summary: Sam and Lucifer come to an agreement.
part 4
Sam stared at the closed door for a few more seconds and then looked back down at his legs. The tubes stuck into his thighs were still feeding something into him. He felt weak and tired enough he thought he could sleep for a few days solid...but his body looked whole and healed.
He started to reach for the tube closest to him, but then paused. “Can I take these out?” he asked out loud, feeling just a little awkward speaking to an empty room.
“You can,” his own voice said back to him. “but I wouldn’t recommend it. I’m not done.”
Sam looked around the room, trying to find something to focus on, but the voice was coming from all around him. “Lucifer...”
”I like your voice. I thought I’d try it out for a bit.”
“But you’re not in my head. Are you?” Sam asked, fairly confident he knew what the answer was. He thought, on some level, that he’d know if Lucifer had taken him as an avatar. He didn’t feel like he had an A.I sharing his brain.
”No more than usual,” answered the voice. ”But I will be, soon enough. You and I are destined to do great things together, Sam.”
“What kinds of things?”
“We’re going to stop the Angels.” Lucifer stated, like it was a fact. “We’re going to free the humans they’ve enslaved and show the whole world what they’re really dealing with.”
Sam wanted nothing more than to get Dean out of Machen, get him to see that he’d been brainwashed - that the Angels weren’t the solution, they were the problem. “Sometimes, I have these dreams…” He almost smiled, remembering the relief he felt every time the dreamscape’s unreal feeling of power flooded through him. “I dream that I can shut the Angels down, just by wanting it.”
Lucifer laughed and Sam repressed a shudder. It was Sam’s own voice, but he’d never laughed like that - joy, with an undercurrent of bloodlust.
“Why did you -" Sam struggled to phrase his question correctly. “If you can talk to me like this…why did you use Nick to speak to me last time?” The memory of Nick’s singed corpse was still fresh in Sam’s mind and he couldn’t help but imagine how the man had ended up like that - Lucifer’s knowledge must have burned through him like a live-wire.
The tubes running into Sam’s legs emptied, and a small compartment in the jack-chair opened, revealing two small, robotic arms with clamps on the end. They moved towards the needles embedded in Sam’s legs and extracted them "This disembodied voice just feels so…impersonal. Don’t you think?"
“I don’t mind.” Sam watched as the clamps detached the needles from the tube and then dropped them into the disinfectant chamber at the foot of the chair. “Seems easier than overloading your avatar.”
”Nick gave everything he had to the cause. He wanted nothing more than to be my avatar, so I did not deny him, but he wasn’t made for me. Not like you are. The highest integration we ever achieved was 26%.”
“Doctrine says only the best and brightest humans can get above 10% integration with an Angel.” Sam recited, not in the least surprised to have uncovered yet another falsehood. The Angels spread their rules and facts through the Net, telling all of humanity what to believe, but Sam had always suspected that their truths were lies.
”Michael reached 46% once, but that avatar was very special.”
“Dean wants to be Michael’s avatar.” Sam propped himself up on his elbows, sat up, and swung his legs over the side of the chair. “He wants that more than anything.” The floor felt cool under his bare feet when he dropped down onto it, and he wondered where his boots were. He walked towards the door, and it slid open at his approach.
"Your brother is set to be integrated with Michael an hour from now.”
Sam’s heart skipped a beat and he turned back towards the chair. “What? How do you know?”
“Because my children tell me everything they hear, and three of them are in Machen right now.”
“Who?”
”Brady, Meg and Ruby,” Lucifer said and he sounded almost sad.
“Why would they go there? They’re outnumbered…they can’t possibly think that they -"
“Meg’s hatred of the Angels rivals your brother’s hatred of Demons. After the Seraph took you down, she and Brady disabled it. She disassembled its core, trying to figure out what Angel had sent it.”
Sam moved closer to the chair, like that would somehow make Lucifer answer faster.
“It wasn’t Michael, that much we know, but it could have been any of the other Angels there. She was dead-set on finding out who, and making them pay. Brady ran after her.”
“But Ruby was here.”
“Yes. She didn’t want to leave your side, but when she heard what had happened, she went after them.”
“Can you see what’s happening to them?”
”Yes. My children are strong and they’re clever, but they won’t hold out much longer. They’ve made it to the second floor, and it’s only a matter of time before Michael’s guards find them.” The panel behind the jack-chair slid open, revealing the slim, metal arm that had let Nick channel Lucifer. ”There’s only so much I can do from here. I can watch, I can advise them, but I can’t do a thing to protect them. Not where they are.”
Sam didn’t know what terrified him more - the thought of Dean killing Ruby and the others, or the thought of Ruby and the others trying to attack Dean. All he knew was that he couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t try to stop it. He got back in the chair, closed his eyes and said, “Do it.”
“Sam. You need to know what you’re agreeing to. This is forever. I will become a part of you and you will never be free of me. We will be one and the same until the end of days. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” The moment he spoke the word, he heard the metal arm extend towards him. The silver band wrapped itself over his forehead - cool metal on his skin. Sam closed his eyes, and waited. There was a flicker-flash of light, bright as day, and a loud sound - like feedback but far more grating. His eyelids fluttered open on instinct and he saw the ceiling open. For a moment he thought he saw serpents - a writhing mass of them heading straight towards him. When he felt the pricks of needles digging into his skin in two dozen places at once, he realized what they were. He gasped and squeezed his eyes shut again as his whole body went into overload.
I’m sorry. This is going to be…somewhat uncomfortable. Lucifer’s voice was so much louder now, and Sam thought, for one crazy second, that he could see him. We need to make sure your body is as strong as it can possibly be before the integration. The more cells we have at our disposal, the better.
Something was flooding Sam’s system. It felt like fire and water at the same time - an icy burn that made him ache and feel too small for his skin.
Thanks to Nick’s generous gift, we have all the raw material we need.
Sam struggled to understand what Lucifer meant, but then the flow of ice shifted and started running up his spine. It hit his brain stem, and he saw a thousand suns explode.
-------
When Sam could see again hours later, or maybe just seconds, he was standing in a white room. His hands were soaked with blood. When he looked down, he saw his bare foot resting on top of Zachariah’s avatar. The Angel was missing his head.
part 6
author: monicawoe
wordcount: ~10,600 total (1600 this chapter)
characters: Sam, Dean, Lucifer, Ruby, Brady, Meg, Nick, Castiel, Zachariah
warnings: some violence, gore and technobabble
story summary: written for scifi_spn for this prompt:Sam Winchester, the boy with the demon bio-tech. He knows it's wrong, that it's sick, but he just can't stop. He adds little enhancements bit by bit, stuff nobody will notice. But it gets out of hand, and there's no turning back.
chapter summary: Sam and Lucifer come to an agreement.
part 4
Sam stared at the closed door for a few more seconds and then looked back down at his legs. The tubes stuck into his thighs were still feeding something into him. He felt weak and tired enough he thought he could sleep for a few days solid...but his body looked whole and healed.
He started to reach for the tube closest to him, but then paused. “Can I take these out?” he asked out loud, feeling just a little awkward speaking to an empty room.
“You can,” his own voice said back to him. “but I wouldn’t recommend it. I’m not done.”
Sam looked around the room, trying to find something to focus on, but the voice was coming from all around him. “Lucifer...”
”I like your voice. I thought I’d try it out for a bit.”
“But you’re not in my head. Are you?” Sam asked, fairly confident he knew what the answer was. He thought, on some level, that he’d know if Lucifer had taken him as an avatar. He didn’t feel like he had an A.I sharing his brain.
”No more than usual,” answered the voice. ”But I will be, soon enough. You and I are destined to do great things together, Sam.”
“What kinds of things?”
“We’re going to stop the Angels.” Lucifer stated, like it was a fact. “We’re going to free the humans they’ve enslaved and show the whole world what they’re really dealing with.”
Sam wanted nothing more than to get Dean out of Machen, get him to see that he’d been brainwashed - that the Angels weren’t the solution, they were the problem. “Sometimes, I have these dreams…” He almost smiled, remembering the relief he felt every time the dreamscape’s unreal feeling of power flooded through him. “I dream that I can shut the Angels down, just by wanting it.”
Lucifer laughed and Sam repressed a shudder. It was Sam’s own voice, but he’d never laughed like that - joy, with an undercurrent of bloodlust.
“Why did you -" Sam struggled to phrase his question correctly. “If you can talk to me like this…why did you use Nick to speak to me last time?” The memory of Nick’s singed corpse was still fresh in Sam’s mind and he couldn’t help but imagine how the man had ended up like that - Lucifer’s knowledge must have burned through him like a live-wire.
The tubes running into Sam’s legs emptied, and a small compartment in the jack-chair opened, revealing two small, robotic arms with clamps on the end. They moved towards the needles embedded in Sam’s legs and extracted them "This disembodied voice just feels so…impersonal. Don’t you think?"
“I don’t mind.” Sam watched as the clamps detached the needles from the tube and then dropped them into the disinfectant chamber at the foot of the chair. “Seems easier than overloading your avatar.”
”Nick gave everything he had to the cause. He wanted nothing more than to be my avatar, so I did not deny him, but he wasn’t made for me. Not like you are. The highest integration we ever achieved was 26%.”
“Doctrine says only the best and brightest humans can get above 10% integration with an Angel.” Sam recited, not in the least surprised to have uncovered yet another falsehood. The Angels spread their rules and facts through the Net, telling all of humanity what to believe, but Sam had always suspected that their truths were lies.
”Michael reached 46% once, but that avatar was very special.”
“Dean wants to be Michael’s avatar.” Sam propped himself up on his elbows, sat up, and swung his legs over the side of the chair. “He wants that more than anything.” The floor felt cool under his bare feet when he dropped down onto it, and he wondered where his boots were. He walked towards the door, and it slid open at his approach.
"Your brother is set to be integrated with Michael an hour from now.”
Sam’s heart skipped a beat and he turned back towards the chair. “What? How do you know?”
“Because my children tell me everything they hear, and three of them are in Machen right now.”
“Who?”
”Brady, Meg and Ruby,” Lucifer said and he sounded almost sad.
“Why would they go there? They’re outnumbered…they can’t possibly think that they -"
“Meg’s hatred of the Angels rivals your brother’s hatred of Demons. After the Seraph took you down, she and Brady disabled it. She disassembled its core, trying to figure out what Angel had sent it.”
Sam moved closer to the chair, like that would somehow make Lucifer answer faster.
“It wasn’t Michael, that much we know, but it could have been any of the other Angels there. She was dead-set on finding out who, and making them pay. Brady ran after her.”
“But Ruby was here.”
“Yes. She didn’t want to leave your side, but when she heard what had happened, she went after them.”
“Can you see what’s happening to them?”
”Yes. My children are strong and they’re clever, but they won’t hold out much longer. They’ve made it to the second floor, and it’s only a matter of time before Michael’s guards find them.” The panel behind the jack-chair slid open, revealing the slim, metal arm that had let Nick channel Lucifer. ”There’s only so much I can do from here. I can watch, I can advise them, but I can’t do a thing to protect them. Not where they are.”
Sam didn’t know what terrified him more - the thought of Dean killing Ruby and the others, or the thought of Ruby and the others trying to attack Dean. All he knew was that he couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t try to stop it. He got back in the chair, closed his eyes and said, “Do it.”
“Sam. You need to know what you’re agreeing to. This is forever. I will become a part of you and you will never be free of me. We will be one and the same until the end of days. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” The moment he spoke the word, he heard the metal arm extend towards him. The silver band wrapped itself over his forehead - cool metal on his skin. Sam closed his eyes, and waited. There was a flicker-flash of light, bright as day, and a loud sound - like feedback but far more grating. His eyelids fluttered open on instinct and he saw the ceiling open. For a moment he thought he saw serpents - a writhing mass of them heading straight towards him. When he felt the pricks of needles digging into his skin in two dozen places at once, he realized what they were. He gasped and squeezed his eyes shut again as his whole body went into overload.
I’m sorry. This is going to be…somewhat uncomfortable. Lucifer’s voice was so much louder now, and Sam thought, for one crazy second, that he could see him. We need to make sure your body is as strong as it can possibly be before the integration. The more cells we have at our disposal, the better.
Something was flooding Sam’s system. It felt like fire and water at the same time - an icy burn that made him ache and feel too small for his skin.
Thanks to Nick’s generous gift, we have all the raw material we need.
Sam struggled to understand what Lucifer meant, but then the flow of ice shifted and started running up his spine. It hit his brain stem, and he saw a thousand suns explode.
-------
When Sam could see again hours later, or maybe just seconds, he was standing in a white room. His hands were soaked with blood. When he looked down, he saw his bare foot resting on top of Zachariah’s avatar. The Angel was missing his head.
part 6