In The Cage
Parts of a fic that I've been working on but it's not finished yet.
Warnings: Blood, gore, torture and rape... lots of rape. Wincest but it's Lucifer in Dean's form. Fun times.
Summary: Sam's time in the cage with Michael, Lucifer and Adam.
Rating: NC-17 (for lots of rape {or there will be when I'm done})
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By the time Sam hit the bottom of the cage, wind knocked from his lungs, the door above them was closing slowly. The Archangels flew fast towards the tiny pinprick of light that Sam could only assume was the closing door to the cage. The Angels were bright and beautiful. They had huge powerful wings creating large gusts of wind. Sam had never seen Angels like this. They'd always been in vessels but he guessed they must have been pulled from his and Adam's bodies on the way down. But the sunlight was cut off before the angels could get anywhere near the only exit to this cage. Sam shielded his eyes from the light and wind as he sought out his half brother. He saw the younger man laying a short distance away from him, body limp and unmoving.
Sam got up and tried to make his way over to the other man, right arm hurting from landing hard on it from the fall that felt like forever. He crouched over his brother, left hand gripping the clothes that Dean let the younger man borrow. "Adam!" he yelled over the angel's raging above them. He glanced away from the stoic face of his brother into the darkness that made up the cage. Sam couldn't see any walls. It just kept going on and on. Endless. Frightening. Sam's pulse was racing, his heart actually hurt from how fast it was beating.
"Adam! Wake up!!" he pleaded, shaking the poor boy hard. But nothing. No answer. He looked back up to the two angels over him, bright light hurting his eyes as they fought and flew about the endless cage. Their 'talking' got louder, forcing Sam to shield his ears as he felt his ears start to bleed. Angel's true voices could hurt human ears, that Sam knew. But this? This was too much. And he knew it was only gonna get worse.
He dared to look up again, trying to make out what the archangels were doing. One angel was brighter than the other. That one was a brilliant white blue. The other shone like gold in the sunlight. The white one shoved the golden one away, making a b-line for Sam. The hunter tried to scramble out of the way but was picked up by large, freezing cold hands. Sam cried out as he felt his skin fuse to the icy grip of his captor. Sam didn't have time to see if the light had a face before he was slammed head first into the ground.
Sam's ears rang and his skull throbbed, body going limp from the collision. His head lulled to the side to see a pair of shoes touch down on the ground. He slowly looked up to see who the shoes belonged to, eyes widening as he recognized the face but this time it wasn't full of pockmarks and boils. He'd never forget that face. Ever. Not that he'd have a chance to now. Lucifer would be with him for the rest of eternity. Fuck...
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy..." Lucifer began, his light fading into the form of his former vessel. "You... Are a very, very naughty little boy." Lucifer raised his hand, lifting Sam's body effortlessly into the air by an unseen force. He watched the angel's hand squeeze into a fist and felt his insides begin to constrict and burst. A warm liquid fill his lungs as he gasped for air, coughing up blood. Too much blood. Sam's face constricted in pain as he cried out, blood gurgling in the back of his throat, spilling out over his lips and down his chin and neck. It seeped into his clothes and he felt it's warmth spread over his chest. Oh, he hoped this would be the end. Lucifer would just kill him now and then that'd be it.
The look on the Devil's face was one of pure hatred as he clenched his hand tighter, sending pain shooting through Sam's entire body. This was worse than anything else he'd ever experienced. All he wanted to do was die. "You worthless maggot!! You've ruined everything!! Thousands of years of waiting, planning!! And it all goes to shit because you!!" Lucifer used his energy to pull Sam face to face with him. "You're mine, Winchester. And I'm never gonna let you go. You're my new playmate, my little toy I get to do anything with. You should've just let me win, Sammy. Now? Now you're mine."
This was it. This was his life now. Stuck in the cage with Michael and Lucifer. He knew he wasn't going to get out of it, but damn did he hope that his big brother would come to the rescue. He knew he made Dean promise to go out and get a life, get away from the pain of hunting but he closed his eyes and prayed that Dean wouldn't listen to him and find a way to get him out.
Lucifer laughed out loud as he heard Sam's prayer. "You poor pathetic fool! You think big brother can rescue you here? Ha! I'm your big brother now, Sammy. I'm your everything. Your ass belongs to me." And without warning, the archangel shoved his hand deep inside Sam's chest and pulled out the human's still beating heart. Sam's eyes went wide as he looked at the bleeding muscle in Lucifer's hand, watched as it began to freeze over with ice.
The hunter expected to die, to feel that familiar feeling of his body growing heavy and cold but it didn't. He was shocked and he couldn't hide the expression from the angel. Lucifer smiled. "Oh no Sammy. You're not leaving me so soon. We're gonna be best buddies for eternity. For-ev-er."
Sam felt his stomach drop, his hopes vanishing in an instant. He let his eyes shut as he tried to breath, taking air into his bleeding lungs. Before Lucifer could say another word though something hit them hard, full body tackle kind of hard. Sam once again was a heap on the floor, eyes cracking open to see what hit him. Lucifer wasn't there. He couldn't see Michael's golden light either. There was a faint light in the distance though. Faint enough that he could see Adam's body farther away from him now. Something was closer to him though. It was small. About the size of his fist. He focused on it, trying to figure out what it was.
Then it dawned on him. It was his heart. He was looking at his own fucking heart lying on the floor. The angel's were screeching again, just making his head hurt more. He didn't know what to do... His body hurt so much he could barely move. As the angels fought they got farther away, the cage grew darker around him and his half brother. So dark... and cold... He had to get up, get to Adam and then find a way out. He had to. Rolling onto his back, Sam stared up into the blackness above him. Tentatively, his hand reached for his chest, looking for the gaping hole that Lucifer put there to retrieve his heart.
But he found no wound. No blood stained shirt. It'd not like he could see anything though. He had to feel around, each movement of his hand expecting to find his insides on his outside. But nothing. That was all he needed right now. A tiny glimmer of hope that whatever Lucifer did to him wasn't permanent. He pushed up into a sitting position and crawled to his feet, hurrying in the direction he thought his little brother was in. He whispered loudly "Adam," calling out to him, hoping that his brother would wake the fuck up!
To his left he heard a moan and then a shriek of terror. Adam must've woken up. "Adam! It's okay!" It wasn't though. It was just the first thing he thought of to say. It's what Dean always told him every time something was wrong. And it just seemed fitting for him to reassure his little brother the same way the eldest Winchester did. Sam dropped to his knees and fumbled to grab hold of Adam, who's body was shaking uncontrollably.
"Hey! Hey! Adam!" he said, grabbing hold of the other man's shoulders. He couldn't see Adam's face but he knew what expression was there. Fear. Pure fear. Sam knew there was no place for fear in his mind right now. He had to be the strong one and get them the fuck out of there before the angels came back from tearing each other a new one. "Can you walk?" he asked, already pulling Adam to his feet.
"Sam? Where the fuck are we?!" Adam asked, his voice drenched with panic. His hands gripped Sam's arms with a vice-like grip.
"Somewhere you really don't wanna be. Come on," he responded, looking back over his shoulder towards the two distant specks of light he knew were the angels. Sam began leading them away from the light, one hand holding Adam's and one out in front of him, hoping to run into a wall of some kind.
Adam stopped though looking back towards the growing lights. "Wait! Sam! There!" He pulled against Sam's grip, trying to go towards the light, but Sam wouldn't let him. Sam held tight to the other man's hand and began to run, dragging his little brother behind him, a curse on his lips. He knew what Adam was thinking. Usually light is a good thing. Usually people tell you to go towards the light but... This light was evil, malicious and---
Getting closer...
Sam looked over his shoulder to see the lights getting brighter. "Fuck," Sam muttered as he pushed himself faster, long legs hard for Adam to keep up with. The light got so much brighter, the air got colder as the blue white light grabbed Sam and yanked him away from his little brother and up into the air.
"Oh, Sammy," he heard Lucifer's human voice ringing out in his head. "You can't run away from me. There's no where to go. And you wouldn't want to miss all the fun would you?" Lucifer's chuckling ran a chill down Sam's spine as he fought and kicked uselessly as the Archangel held tight, icy hands burning into Sam's skin through his clothes. Then Lucifer let go and Sam began to fell like a fucking rock through the blackness. Out of the corner of his eye, as he fell, he could see the golden light grab Adam. His half brother's screams echoed in Sam's ears before he hit the ground hard, the world going to blackness around him.
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Sam was running, full tilt in the darkness. He found an opportunity to make a run for it and took it. Too bad the distraction had to come at the price of Adam getting tortured. If he could get out somehow, he and Dean would come back for the youngest Winchester. He'd find a way to get Adam out of this. He didn't deserve any of this. It wasn't his fuck up that caused the apocalypse. That gold medal went to Sam.
So he ran as fast as he could, bare feet pounding against the freezing ground of the cage. The ground was so cold that Sam could feel layers of skin freezing instantly to the floor with each step, peeling off to reveal raw new skin which froze over again with the every new step. It reminded him of the one time Dean dared him as a kid to go lick a railing outside their motel room in North Dakota in the middle of December when Sam was 7. Sam was still gullible back then and fell easily for Dean's tricks. His tongue stuck instantly, giving Dean something to laugh at for about 30 seconds before Sam started bawling, flipping on Dean's big brother mode and rushing to Sam's side to help him.
But even his skin peeling off painfully wasn't enough to stop him from running away from the Archangels behind him. The light was dimming around him as he ran into the blackness, meaning Lucifer and Michael weren't following him. Maybe this was it!? Maybe this was his chance to get away and get back to Dean.
That's when he heard it. He'd recognize that voice anywhere. "SAM!!"
It was Dean. Dean was here to save him!! "DEAN!" He called back, hope flaring up in the forefront of his mind. The voice was coming from in front of him so Sam kept running. He couldn't see anything just pitch blackness that went on forever. "Dean?!" he screamed back, frantically looking for his big brother.
"Sammy?!" The voice was to his right now. Sam stopped dead in his tracks, the freezing ground trying to meld to Sam's bare feet. "Sammy!!" he heard Dean's voice call again. So Sam took off again, eyes darting around in the dark, hoping that he would catch some glimpse of his brother, a flashlight, anything.
Sam kept running as he called out Dean's name, following the sound of Dean's voice further into the darkness, one foot in front of the other, pushing himself forward even though he was so fucking tired. He wondered if Dean would find him if he just sat down... only for a moment. They used to say that when you're lost, it's better to stay put so people could find you. That's what Dean used to say when he was a kid. "Stay there. Dad and I will come find you." But his father wasn't coming. Only Dean was.
"Dean!!" He let his feet move of their own accord. Left. Right. Left. Right. Lef--- Except there wasn't any floor for him to step onto. The ground was gone. And Sam was falling again. He hated that feeling. In a dream, this would be the part where you would jolt awake in bed, right before you hit the floor. But Sam didn't wake up. Nope. He just landed face first onto the cold, hard ground.
But when he looked up with his blurred vision, there was Dean in all his glory; sawed off shotgun in hand, determined look on his worn features. Sam never thought he'd ever see his brother again. But there he was. Right in front of him. "Sammy! Come on!" said his big brother, grabbing him roughly and hauling Sam up from the ground. Dean slung Sam's arm over his shoulder and started to lead/carry Sam away from where he figured the angels must have still been torturing Adam.
"Dean... How-" Sam started to say but was cut off when Dean was pulled away from him, shot gun clattering to the ground. "Dean!!" Sam screamed, eyes finding his brother's form getting dragged off into the darkness by unseen hands. "DEAN!!" Sam went to reach for the shotgun but found it missing. The younger Winchester ran after his brother, his fingertips missing Dean's outstretched hands by mere centimeters.
"Dean!!!" he cried again before the cage went eerily silent. "Dean!!! Dean?" Sam stood there, motionless waiting to hear something. Anything. He had to save Dean. If something got him... If Lucifer or Michael got him then... No. He wouldn't let Dean go through that. He couldn't. But something did get Dean because it was at that moment that he could hear his brother's screams echo through the cage. Horrible, blood curdling screams. Death wails.
"DEAN!!!" No. Dean was so fucking close. He could reach him. He just had to try harder. So Sam pushed himself onward in the direction Dean's screams came from. But as he continued, he saw something on the ground for him to follow. A huge streak of blood. This wasn't fair! Dean was right there. Right fucking there... He let Dean get caught... and now Dean was down here too, stuck here to be Lucifer and Michael's butt buddy just like him.
Sam kept running, trying not to slip in the trail of what he assumed was Dean's blood. That was too much blood. Too much. Even though he was trying not to fall, he was barefoot and blood is slippery. Sam quickly found himself on his back, head landing in something squishy.
He sat up sharply, hand resting on something warm and sticky. Sam looked to his right... and oh... how he wish he didn't. Dean's body lay splayed open like Hell Hounds had got to him again... except this was worse... Dean's face was covered in blood, intestines were over his legs, wrapping around a boot covered foot. He scrambled towards his big brother's body, cradling the other's head in his lap, tears stinging his eyes.
How could he let this happen again... Why didn't Dean listen to him? Why did Dean have to look for him?! He told him not to... He told him.... Sam's eyes squeezed shut as he pressed his forehead up against Dean's, tears falling into Dean's blood speckled hair. How could Dean be this--
"Sammy... What's wrong?" asked Dean, smiling up at Sam, the blood on his face making his smile grotesque.
Sam's eyes went wide, leaning back to stare down at his big brother's talking corpse. "Wha--?" The younger brother watched his gutted brother sit up and turn to face Sam, still with that stretched too far smile on his face. Sam started to scoot backwards. Something was wrong. He knew you could bounce back from being killed in the cage. God knows he had a thousand times but... This wasn't right. Something wasn't right.
"Sammy..." Dean said, sadness hitting his voice as he watched Sam move away from him. "What's wrong? Don't you want me anymore?"
Dean stood, innards slowly dropping to the ground as he followed Sam, who continued to crawl backwards from the horrific scene before him. The sound alone of Dean's liver... lungs... insides hitting the ground reminded Sam of Ghalliger Concert... The wet sound of warm meat hitting the solid ground.... It made Sam's stomach lurch.
He had to look away. This wasn't real... it wasn't real. He'd been here long enough to know that Lucifer could manipulate his brain to make him see what the angel wanted but no... No... This wasn't real.
"Sammy, I love you. Don't run away. Please," Dean pleaded softly as his intestines trailed along behind him.
Sam quickly made to get up and run away but Dean was there, leaning over him, pinning him to the ground with unnatural upper body strength. Dean's blood was everywhere; spilling onto Sam's stomach as the torn apart Dean forced it's way between Sam's legs. Dean easily pinned Sam's arms above his head with one hand, something Dean could never do in real life unless Sam wanted him to.
"Dean!" Sam cried out, hoping that where ever the real Dean was that he could stop this. But the blood covered, torn apart body atop him just tilted his head and froze, looking down at him with bright green eyes, blood sticking to his eyelashes.
"I'm right here, Sammy," the thing smiled, leaning down to kiss Sam full on the mouth, pushing his tongue inside to mingle with the other's. Sam tried to scream as the metallic taste of his brother's blood danced along his taste buds He shook his head and tried to pull his wrists from the other's dried blood sticky grip.
"Shhh, shhhh... It's okay Sammy. I'm right here. Nothing bad's gonna happen to you."
Sam bit back a sob, trying desperately to get away from the face above him. He turned his head away as he felt his brother's hand slide down his torso towards his belt buckle, pushing away fallen chunks of his flesh and muscle off of Sam to get there. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. Please God, don't let this be happening.
"Sam. Sammy, look at me."
He shook his head, eyes squeezed shut as he kicked his legs, never giving up the fight.
(Not Yet Completed)
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Lucifer circled the huddled shaking mass that Sam Winchester had turned into. "Oh Sammy, what's wrong? What's got you so down in the dumps? Big brother still not here to save you?" Lucifer asked, a smirk attaching itself to the angel's voice. By now Sam knew that Dean wasn't coming for him. Nobody was. He was all alone in this. It's okay though. Dean deserved to live his life and be happy. No Sammy to worry about all the time. So... So it was okay.
"Awwww," Lucifer mocked, stepping closer to brush a hand over Sam's bloody matted hair, scalp showing in places where the hair had been pulled out by the hands in the dark. "Dean is happy up there isn't he? He doesn't have to clean up after all your mistakes. He gets to be his own man. Happy with a wife and kid. He doesn't have to worry about his fuck up little brother ruining the world anymore."
Sam jerked his head away from the Archangel's hand, wanting to get up and run away but there was nowhere to run to. Lucifer's hand remained on his head, his grip freezing the dried and caked on blood to Sam's scalp. The ice spread quickly, down his neck, over his chest and arms. Sam was trying brush the ice off of him when another light entered the cage. This light was fast, not as bright as Michael and Lucifer's but fast none the less. So fast that Sam didn't see it coming. Suddenly he was up in the air, and in the arms of the light. It held him gently and to it's chest in a loving manner, a warm tenderness that he hadn't experienced in what seemed like decades. Sam's eyes opened as he looked up into the grey light, confused and lost.
"Sam," he heard Castiel's voice in his mind. Sam smiled softly and let his body relax. He knew this light. It wasn't going to harm him. "I'm so sorry, Sam."
It was okay though. He was going home. Someone came for him. Someone remembered him. Lucifer told him it would never happen but here it was, his rescue party. But Sam knew Lucifer wouldn't let him go without a fight though and as if right on cue, Lucifer grabbed at Sam as Cas flew higher towards the top of the cage. The yelp Sam let out as Lucifer grabbed hold of him was hoarse, his grip tightening to the warmth Castiel was radiating. He didn't want to go back to the freezing cold. Castiel and Lucifer flew about the cage, looking like two fighting eagles as they battled for Sam.
But Lucifer was stronger than the other angel, pulling Sam from Castiel's embrace. Sam's rough cry was torn from his throat as he reached for the other ball of light, who continued to fly up towards the roof of the cage. Sam was confused, afraid. Why was Cas leaving without him? Through the whirlwind of light and feathers around him, he caught sight of what Cas was holding. It was him... At least it looked like it was him. But... Lucifer had him pulled tight to his freezing light. "CAS!!" he screamed, hoping the good angel would hear him and come back for him. Whatever Cas was holding was a decoy of some sort. That wasn't him!
As Sam screamed and fought the icy grip surrounding him, his hope dashed to pieces as anger flared up inside him. How could Cas abandon him like this?! Fall for one of Lucifer's tricks so easily?! "Castiel!! Please!!?!"
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It was when Adam stopped fighting back that Michael lost interest in his second choice vessel and went after Sam. But Lucifer wouldn't let his elder brother get a hold of his precious little Sammy. Sam was stronger than Adam, fought back harder, tried to get away more, all in all... was more entertaining. So when Michael abandoned Adam's whimpering soul in the darkest part of the cage and came looking for Sam, Lucifer snatched Sam up in his icy grip and protected Sam from the first Archangel.
Sam was confused the first time it happened. Usually the golden light of Michael's grace would stay far far away from Lucifer and him. So when the golden light came swooping down to grab at Sam, Sam automatically went to reach for the Devil for protection, and boy, didn't that make Lucifer happy. The one time Michael did get a hold of the human soul, Sam felt his flesh start to sizzle off. Turns out that Michael and Lucifer were complete opposites. Where Lucifer froze too cold, Michael burned too hot.
Sam screamed for Lucifer to help him. It was an automatic reaction. He didn't mean for it to happen, it just slipped out. Whenever he was in trouble Dean was always there for him. But Lucifer kept reminding him that Dean wasn't coming to save him. Even Castiel came to save him and couldn't. The Devil reminded him that he was Lucifer's toy, play-thing, bunk mate, prison bitch... whatever term Lucifer decided to pick out for the moment.
The Winchester looked down where the golden light's hand gripped his upper arm and his skin was completely blackened. The air around Michael's grace was hot and it scorched his lungs when Sam took in a deep breath to let out an agonizing wail. Sam was dropped unceremoniously onto the solid ground. He looked down at his arm once again where it started to slowly heal itself.
Then a heated hand gripped his hair tight, wrenching Sam's head back. When Sam opened his eyes, he found Dean's bright green ones an inch away from his face, staring angrily down at him. The human was terribly confused. Was Dean actually here? What was happening?
Dean's head cocked in confusion as the grip in Sam's hair tightened, the heat from the hand starting to burn Sam's hair. "Your brother isn't hear, Samuel. I just prefer to look like my actual vessel instead of the reject vessel. Besides, doesn't this form make you hurt more?"
Sam tried to pull away but the hot hand in his hair held tight. That wasn't Dean. That was Michael. He was screwed. So fucking screwed. Until now, Lucifer didn't let his elder brother get a hold of Sam but now... Where was Lucifer? Wouldn't he save him? But Lucifer didn't come. Sam was expecting that chilled white-blue grace to spirit him away from the heat but the cold never came.
Michael slowly let go of Sam's hair, standing up fully to Dean's 6'2" height. Sam scurried away but Michael didn't let him get too far. A wall of flames erupted from the floor directly in front of him. Sam skidded to a halt and tried to run left. Another huge wall of flames. Sam ran to his right. Yet another inferno blocked his exit. Sam decided at that moment that he was much more comfortable with the freezing cold than the scorching heat.
Dean's form took a few steps closer to Sam, those bright green eyes cold and calculating and Sam could almost see the wheels turning in Michael's head. What to do with Sam first? Sam backed up and got as close to the half circle wall of flame as he dared. But Michael kept getting closer. And closer. Sam stepped back yet again, inches away from the fire. It was too close though.
He tried to make a run for it. He knew he had to get away. Lucifer wasn't coming to rescue him this time.
"Nuh, uh uh," Michael said in Dean's gruff voice, as he used his grace to pick Sam up from the floor without touching him. "Not gonna be that easy, Sam." The wall of flames lowered drastically and Michael positioned Sam over them with a twitch of his index finger. The flames didn't catch Sam on fire. No. They did something worse.
The head started to make Sam's skin blister and bubble, drawing yet another scream from his lips. He tried to fight, to get away from the heat but he couldn't most, held still by Michael's force. Out of the corner of his eye, Sam could see Michael twist Dean's features into an evil smile.
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Warnings: Blood, gore, torture and rape... lots of rape. Wincest but it's Lucifer in Dean's form. Fun times.
Summary: Sam's time in the cage with Michael, Lucifer and Adam.
Rating: NC-17 (for lots of rape {or there will be when I'm done})
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By the time Sam hit the bottom of the cage, wind knocked from his lungs, the door above them was closing slowly. The Archangels flew fast towards the tiny pinprick of light that Sam could only assume was the closing door to the cage. The Angels were bright and beautiful. They had huge powerful wings creating large gusts of wind. Sam had never seen Angels like this. They'd always been in vessels but he guessed they must have been pulled from his and Adam's bodies on the way down. But the sunlight was cut off before the angels could get anywhere near the only exit to this cage. Sam shielded his eyes from the light and wind as he sought out his half brother. He saw the younger man laying a short distance away from him, body limp and unmoving.
Sam got up and tried to make his way over to the other man, right arm hurting from landing hard on it from the fall that felt like forever. He crouched over his brother, left hand gripping the clothes that Dean let the younger man borrow. "Adam!" he yelled over the angel's raging above them. He glanced away from the stoic face of his brother into the darkness that made up the cage. Sam couldn't see any walls. It just kept going on and on. Endless. Frightening. Sam's pulse was racing, his heart actually hurt from how fast it was beating.
"Adam! Wake up!!" he pleaded, shaking the poor boy hard. But nothing. No answer. He looked back up to the two angels over him, bright light hurting his eyes as they fought and flew about the endless cage. Their 'talking' got louder, forcing Sam to shield his ears as he felt his ears start to bleed. Angel's true voices could hurt human ears, that Sam knew. But this? This was too much. And he knew it was only gonna get worse.
He dared to look up again, trying to make out what the archangels were doing. One angel was brighter than the other. That one was a brilliant white blue. The other shone like gold in the sunlight. The white one shoved the golden one away, making a b-line for Sam. The hunter tried to scramble out of the way but was picked up by large, freezing cold hands. Sam cried out as he felt his skin fuse to the icy grip of his captor. Sam didn't have time to see if the light had a face before he was slammed head first into the ground.
Sam's ears rang and his skull throbbed, body going limp from the collision. His head lulled to the side to see a pair of shoes touch down on the ground. He slowly looked up to see who the shoes belonged to, eyes widening as he recognized the face but this time it wasn't full of pockmarks and boils. He'd never forget that face. Ever. Not that he'd have a chance to now. Lucifer would be with him for the rest of eternity. Fuck...
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy..." Lucifer began, his light fading into the form of his former vessel. "You... Are a very, very naughty little boy." Lucifer raised his hand, lifting Sam's body effortlessly into the air by an unseen force. He watched the angel's hand squeeze into a fist and felt his insides begin to constrict and burst. A warm liquid fill his lungs as he gasped for air, coughing up blood. Too much blood. Sam's face constricted in pain as he cried out, blood gurgling in the back of his throat, spilling out over his lips and down his chin and neck. It seeped into his clothes and he felt it's warmth spread over his chest. Oh, he hoped this would be the end. Lucifer would just kill him now and then that'd be it.
The look on the Devil's face was one of pure hatred as he clenched his hand tighter, sending pain shooting through Sam's entire body. This was worse than anything else he'd ever experienced. All he wanted to do was die. "You worthless maggot!! You've ruined everything!! Thousands of years of waiting, planning!! And it all goes to shit because you!!" Lucifer used his energy to pull Sam face to face with him. "You're mine, Winchester. And I'm never gonna let you go. You're my new playmate, my little toy I get to do anything with. You should've just let me win, Sammy. Now? Now you're mine."
This was it. This was his life now. Stuck in the cage with Michael and Lucifer. He knew he wasn't going to get out of it, but damn did he hope that his big brother would come to the rescue. He knew he made Dean promise to go out and get a life, get away from the pain of hunting but he closed his eyes and prayed that Dean wouldn't listen to him and find a way to get him out.
Lucifer laughed out loud as he heard Sam's prayer. "You poor pathetic fool! You think big brother can rescue you here? Ha! I'm your big brother now, Sammy. I'm your everything. Your ass belongs to me." And without warning, the archangel shoved his hand deep inside Sam's chest and pulled out the human's still beating heart. Sam's eyes went wide as he looked at the bleeding muscle in Lucifer's hand, watched as it began to freeze over with ice.
The hunter expected to die, to feel that familiar feeling of his body growing heavy and cold but it didn't. He was shocked and he couldn't hide the expression from the angel. Lucifer smiled. "Oh no Sammy. You're not leaving me so soon. We're gonna be best buddies for eternity. For-ev-er."
Sam felt his stomach drop, his hopes vanishing in an instant. He let his eyes shut as he tried to breath, taking air into his bleeding lungs. Before Lucifer could say another word though something hit them hard, full body tackle kind of hard. Sam once again was a heap on the floor, eyes cracking open to see what hit him. Lucifer wasn't there. He couldn't see Michael's golden light either. There was a faint light in the distance though. Faint enough that he could see Adam's body farther away from him now. Something was closer to him though. It was small. About the size of his fist. He focused on it, trying to figure out what it was.
Then it dawned on him. It was his heart. He was looking at his own fucking heart lying on the floor. The angel's were screeching again, just making his head hurt more. He didn't know what to do... His body hurt so much he could barely move. As the angels fought they got farther away, the cage grew darker around him and his half brother. So dark... and cold... He had to get up, get to Adam and then find a way out. He had to. Rolling onto his back, Sam stared up into the blackness above him. Tentatively, his hand reached for his chest, looking for the gaping hole that Lucifer put there to retrieve his heart.
But he found no wound. No blood stained shirt. It'd not like he could see anything though. He had to feel around, each movement of his hand expecting to find his insides on his outside. But nothing. That was all he needed right now. A tiny glimmer of hope that whatever Lucifer did to him wasn't permanent. He pushed up into a sitting position and crawled to his feet, hurrying in the direction he thought his little brother was in. He whispered loudly "Adam," calling out to him, hoping that his brother would wake the fuck up!
To his left he heard a moan and then a shriek of terror. Adam must've woken up. "Adam! It's okay!" It wasn't though. It was just the first thing he thought of to say. It's what Dean always told him every time something was wrong. And it just seemed fitting for him to reassure his little brother the same way the eldest Winchester did. Sam dropped to his knees and fumbled to grab hold of Adam, who's body was shaking uncontrollably.
"Hey! Hey! Adam!" he said, grabbing hold of the other man's shoulders. He couldn't see Adam's face but he knew what expression was there. Fear. Pure fear. Sam knew there was no place for fear in his mind right now. He had to be the strong one and get them the fuck out of there before the angels came back from tearing each other a new one. "Can you walk?" he asked, already pulling Adam to his feet.
"Sam? Where the fuck are we?!" Adam asked, his voice drenched with panic. His hands gripped Sam's arms with a vice-like grip.
"Somewhere you really don't wanna be. Come on," he responded, looking back over his shoulder towards the two distant specks of light he knew were the angels. Sam began leading them away from the light, one hand holding Adam's and one out in front of him, hoping to run into a wall of some kind.
Adam stopped though looking back towards the growing lights. "Wait! Sam! There!" He pulled against Sam's grip, trying to go towards the light, but Sam wouldn't let him. Sam held tight to the other man's hand and began to run, dragging his little brother behind him, a curse on his lips. He knew what Adam was thinking. Usually light is a good thing. Usually people tell you to go towards the light but... This light was evil, malicious and---
Getting closer...
Sam looked over his shoulder to see the lights getting brighter. "Fuck," Sam muttered as he pushed himself faster, long legs hard for Adam to keep up with. The light got so much brighter, the air got colder as the blue white light grabbed Sam and yanked him away from his little brother and up into the air.
"Oh, Sammy," he heard Lucifer's human voice ringing out in his head. "You can't run away from me. There's no where to go. And you wouldn't want to miss all the fun would you?" Lucifer's chuckling ran a chill down Sam's spine as he fought and kicked uselessly as the Archangel held tight, icy hands burning into Sam's skin through his clothes. Then Lucifer let go and Sam began to fell like a fucking rock through the blackness. Out of the corner of his eye, as he fell, he could see the golden light grab Adam. His half brother's screams echoed in Sam's ears before he hit the ground hard, the world going to blackness around him.
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Sam was running, full tilt in the darkness. He found an opportunity to make a run for it and took it. Too bad the distraction had to come at the price of Adam getting tortured. If he could get out somehow, he and Dean would come back for the youngest Winchester. He'd find a way to get Adam out of this. He didn't deserve any of this. It wasn't his fuck up that caused the apocalypse. That gold medal went to Sam.
So he ran as fast as he could, bare feet pounding against the freezing ground of the cage. The ground was so cold that Sam could feel layers of skin freezing instantly to the floor with each step, peeling off to reveal raw new skin which froze over again with the every new step. It reminded him of the one time Dean dared him as a kid to go lick a railing outside their motel room in North Dakota in the middle of December when Sam was 7. Sam was still gullible back then and fell easily for Dean's tricks. His tongue stuck instantly, giving Dean something to laugh at for about 30 seconds before Sam started bawling, flipping on Dean's big brother mode and rushing to Sam's side to help him.
But even his skin peeling off painfully wasn't enough to stop him from running away from the Archangels behind him. The light was dimming around him as he ran into the blackness, meaning Lucifer and Michael weren't following him. Maybe this was it!? Maybe this was his chance to get away and get back to Dean.
That's when he heard it. He'd recognize that voice anywhere. "SAM!!"
It was Dean. Dean was here to save him!! "DEAN!" He called back, hope flaring up in the forefront of his mind. The voice was coming from in front of him so Sam kept running. He couldn't see anything just pitch blackness that went on forever. "Dean?!" he screamed back, frantically looking for his big brother.
"Sammy?!" The voice was to his right now. Sam stopped dead in his tracks, the freezing ground trying to meld to Sam's bare feet. "Sammy!!" he heard Dean's voice call again. So Sam took off again, eyes darting around in the dark, hoping that he would catch some glimpse of his brother, a flashlight, anything.
Sam kept running as he called out Dean's name, following the sound of Dean's voice further into the darkness, one foot in front of the other, pushing himself forward even though he was so fucking tired. He wondered if Dean would find him if he just sat down... only for a moment. They used to say that when you're lost, it's better to stay put so people could find you. That's what Dean used to say when he was a kid. "Stay there. Dad and I will come find you." But his father wasn't coming. Only Dean was.
"Dean!!" He let his feet move of their own accord. Left. Right. Left. Right. Lef--- Except there wasn't any floor for him to step onto. The ground was gone. And Sam was falling again. He hated that feeling. In a dream, this would be the part where you would jolt awake in bed, right before you hit the floor. But Sam didn't wake up. Nope. He just landed face first onto the cold, hard ground.
But when he looked up with his blurred vision, there was Dean in all his glory; sawed off shotgun in hand, determined look on his worn features. Sam never thought he'd ever see his brother again. But there he was. Right in front of him. "Sammy! Come on!" said his big brother, grabbing him roughly and hauling Sam up from the ground. Dean slung Sam's arm over his shoulder and started to lead/carry Sam away from where he figured the angels must have still been torturing Adam.
"Dean... How-" Sam started to say but was cut off when Dean was pulled away from him, shot gun clattering to the ground. "Dean!!" Sam screamed, eyes finding his brother's form getting dragged off into the darkness by unseen hands. "DEAN!!" Sam went to reach for the shotgun but found it missing. The younger Winchester ran after his brother, his fingertips missing Dean's outstretched hands by mere centimeters.
"Dean!!!" he cried again before the cage went eerily silent. "Dean!!! Dean?" Sam stood there, motionless waiting to hear something. Anything. He had to save Dean. If something got him... If Lucifer or Michael got him then... No. He wouldn't let Dean go through that. He couldn't. But something did get Dean because it was at that moment that he could hear his brother's screams echo through the cage. Horrible, blood curdling screams. Death wails.
"DEAN!!!" No. Dean was so fucking close. He could reach him. He just had to try harder. So Sam pushed himself onward in the direction Dean's screams came from. But as he continued, he saw something on the ground for him to follow. A huge streak of blood. This wasn't fair! Dean was right there. Right fucking there... He let Dean get caught... and now Dean was down here too, stuck here to be Lucifer and Michael's butt buddy just like him.
Sam kept running, trying not to slip in the trail of what he assumed was Dean's blood. That was too much blood. Too much. Even though he was trying not to fall, he was barefoot and blood is slippery. Sam quickly found himself on his back, head landing in something squishy.
He sat up sharply, hand resting on something warm and sticky. Sam looked to his right... and oh... how he wish he didn't. Dean's body lay splayed open like Hell Hounds had got to him again... except this was worse... Dean's face was covered in blood, intestines were over his legs, wrapping around a boot covered foot. He scrambled towards his big brother's body, cradling the other's head in his lap, tears stinging his eyes.
How could he let this happen again... Why didn't Dean listen to him? Why did Dean have to look for him?! He told him not to... He told him.... Sam's eyes squeezed shut as he pressed his forehead up against Dean's, tears falling into Dean's blood speckled hair. How could Dean be this--
"Sammy... What's wrong?" asked Dean, smiling up at Sam, the blood on his face making his smile grotesque.
Sam's eyes went wide, leaning back to stare down at his big brother's talking corpse. "Wha--?" The younger brother watched his gutted brother sit up and turn to face Sam, still with that stretched too far smile on his face. Sam started to scoot backwards. Something was wrong. He knew you could bounce back from being killed in the cage. God knows he had a thousand times but... This wasn't right. Something wasn't right.
"Sammy..." Dean said, sadness hitting his voice as he watched Sam move away from him. "What's wrong? Don't you want me anymore?"
Dean stood, innards slowly dropping to the ground as he followed Sam, who continued to crawl backwards from the horrific scene before him. The sound alone of Dean's liver... lungs... insides hitting the ground reminded Sam of Ghalliger Concert... The wet sound of warm meat hitting the solid ground.... It made Sam's stomach lurch.
He had to look away. This wasn't real... it wasn't real. He'd been here long enough to know that Lucifer could manipulate his brain to make him see what the angel wanted but no... No... This wasn't real.
"Sammy, I love you. Don't run away. Please," Dean pleaded softly as his intestines trailed along behind him.
Sam quickly made to get up and run away but Dean was there, leaning over him, pinning him to the ground with unnatural upper body strength. Dean's blood was everywhere; spilling onto Sam's stomach as the torn apart Dean forced it's way between Sam's legs. Dean easily pinned Sam's arms above his head with one hand, something Dean could never do in real life unless Sam wanted him to.
"Dean!" Sam cried out, hoping that where ever the real Dean was that he could stop this. But the blood covered, torn apart body atop him just tilted his head and froze, looking down at him with bright green eyes, blood sticking to his eyelashes.
"I'm right here, Sammy," the thing smiled, leaning down to kiss Sam full on the mouth, pushing his tongue inside to mingle with the other's. Sam tried to scream as the metallic taste of his brother's blood danced along his taste buds He shook his head and tried to pull his wrists from the other's dried blood sticky grip.
"Shhh, shhhh... It's okay Sammy. I'm right here. Nothing bad's gonna happen to you."
Sam bit back a sob, trying desperately to get away from the face above him. He turned his head away as he felt his brother's hand slide down his torso towards his belt buckle, pushing away fallen chunks of his flesh and muscle off of Sam to get there. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. Please God, don't let this be happening.
"Sam. Sammy, look at me."
He shook his head, eyes squeezed shut as he kicked his legs, never giving up the fight.
(Not Yet Completed)
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Lucifer circled the huddled shaking mass that Sam Winchester had turned into. "Oh Sammy, what's wrong? What's got you so down in the dumps? Big brother still not here to save you?" Lucifer asked, a smirk attaching itself to the angel's voice. By now Sam knew that Dean wasn't coming for him. Nobody was. He was all alone in this. It's okay though. Dean deserved to live his life and be happy. No Sammy to worry about all the time. So... So it was okay.
"Awwww," Lucifer mocked, stepping closer to brush a hand over Sam's bloody matted hair, scalp showing in places where the hair had been pulled out by the hands in the dark. "Dean is happy up there isn't he? He doesn't have to clean up after all your mistakes. He gets to be his own man. Happy with a wife and kid. He doesn't have to worry about his fuck up little brother ruining the world anymore."
Sam jerked his head away from the Archangel's hand, wanting to get up and run away but there was nowhere to run to. Lucifer's hand remained on his head, his grip freezing the dried and caked on blood to Sam's scalp. The ice spread quickly, down his neck, over his chest and arms. Sam was trying brush the ice off of him when another light entered the cage. This light was fast, not as bright as Michael and Lucifer's but fast none the less. So fast that Sam didn't see it coming. Suddenly he was up in the air, and in the arms of the light. It held him gently and to it's chest in a loving manner, a warm tenderness that he hadn't experienced in what seemed like decades. Sam's eyes opened as he looked up into the grey light, confused and lost.
"Sam," he heard Castiel's voice in his mind. Sam smiled softly and let his body relax. He knew this light. It wasn't going to harm him. "I'm so sorry, Sam."
It was okay though. He was going home. Someone came for him. Someone remembered him. Lucifer told him it would never happen but here it was, his rescue party. But Sam knew Lucifer wouldn't let him go without a fight though and as if right on cue, Lucifer grabbed at Sam as Cas flew higher towards the top of the cage. The yelp Sam let out as Lucifer grabbed hold of him was hoarse, his grip tightening to the warmth Castiel was radiating. He didn't want to go back to the freezing cold. Castiel and Lucifer flew about the cage, looking like two fighting eagles as they battled for Sam.
But Lucifer was stronger than the other angel, pulling Sam from Castiel's embrace. Sam's rough cry was torn from his throat as he reached for the other ball of light, who continued to fly up towards the roof of the cage. Sam was confused, afraid. Why was Cas leaving without him? Through the whirlwind of light and feathers around him, he caught sight of what Cas was holding. It was him... At least it looked like it was him. But... Lucifer had him pulled tight to his freezing light. "CAS!!" he screamed, hoping the good angel would hear him and come back for him. Whatever Cas was holding was a decoy of some sort. That wasn't him!
As Sam screamed and fought the icy grip surrounding him, his hope dashed to pieces as anger flared up inside him. How could Cas abandon him like this?! Fall for one of Lucifer's tricks so easily?! "Castiel!! Please!!?!"
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It was when Adam stopped fighting back that Michael lost interest in his second choice vessel and went after Sam. But Lucifer wouldn't let his elder brother get a hold of his precious little Sammy. Sam was stronger than Adam, fought back harder, tried to get away more, all in all... was more entertaining. So when Michael abandoned Adam's whimpering soul in the darkest part of the cage and came looking for Sam, Lucifer snatched Sam up in his icy grip and protected Sam from the first Archangel.
Sam was confused the first time it happened. Usually the golden light of Michael's grace would stay far far away from Lucifer and him. So when the golden light came swooping down to grab at Sam, Sam automatically went to reach for the Devil for protection, and boy, didn't that make Lucifer happy. The one time Michael did get a hold of the human soul, Sam felt his flesh start to sizzle off. Turns out that Michael and Lucifer were complete opposites. Where Lucifer froze too cold, Michael burned too hot.
Sam screamed for Lucifer to help him. It was an automatic reaction. He didn't mean for it to happen, it just slipped out. Whenever he was in trouble Dean was always there for him. But Lucifer kept reminding him that Dean wasn't coming to save him. Even Castiel came to save him and couldn't. The Devil reminded him that he was Lucifer's toy, play-thing, bunk mate, prison bitch... whatever term Lucifer decided to pick out for the moment.
The Winchester looked down where the golden light's hand gripped his upper arm and his skin was completely blackened. The air around Michael's grace was hot and it scorched his lungs when Sam took in a deep breath to let out an agonizing wail. Sam was dropped unceremoniously onto the solid ground. He looked down at his arm once again where it started to slowly heal itself.
Then a heated hand gripped his hair tight, wrenching Sam's head back. When Sam opened his eyes, he found Dean's bright green ones an inch away from his face, staring angrily down at him. The human was terribly confused. Was Dean actually here? What was happening?
Dean's head cocked in confusion as the grip in Sam's hair tightened, the heat from the hand starting to burn Sam's hair. "Your brother isn't hear, Samuel. I just prefer to look like my actual vessel instead of the reject vessel. Besides, doesn't this form make you hurt more?"
Sam tried to pull away but the hot hand in his hair held tight. That wasn't Dean. That was Michael. He was screwed. So fucking screwed. Until now, Lucifer didn't let his elder brother get a hold of Sam but now... Where was Lucifer? Wouldn't he save him? But Lucifer didn't come. Sam was expecting that chilled white-blue grace to spirit him away from the heat but the cold never came.
Michael slowly let go of Sam's hair, standing up fully to Dean's 6'2" height. Sam scurried away but Michael didn't let him get too far. A wall of flames erupted from the floor directly in front of him. Sam skidded to a halt and tried to run left. Another huge wall of flames. Sam ran to his right. Yet another inferno blocked his exit. Sam decided at that moment that he was much more comfortable with the freezing cold than the scorching heat.
Dean's form took a few steps closer to Sam, those bright green eyes cold and calculating and Sam could almost see the wheels turning in Michael's head. What to do with Sam first? Sam backed up and got as close to the half circle wall of flame as he dared. But Michael kept getting closer. And closer. Sam stepped back yet again, inches away from the fire. It was too close though.
He tried to make a run for it. He knew he had to get away. Lucifer wasn't coming to rescue him this time.
"Nuh, uh uh," Michael said in Dean's gruff voice, as he used his grace to pick Sam up from the floor without touching him. "Not gonna be that easy, Sam." The wall of flames lowered drastically and Michael positioned Sam over them with a twitch of his index finger. The flames didn't catch Sam on fire. No. They did something worse.
The head started to make Sam's skin blister and bubble, drawing yet another scream from his lips. He tried to fight, to get away from the heat but he couldn't most, held still by Michael's force. Out of the corner of his eye, Sam could see Michael twist Dean's features into an evil smile.
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