fear me, love me, do as I say - PG, gen, SPOILERS for 5.19
Title: fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Labyrinth.
Warnings: SPOILERS for 5.19
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 820
Point of view: third
Prompt: acorn
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You are more than my vessel, Sam, Lucifer tells him quietly as they watch Dean play baseball. It’s clearly a dream: Dean never attended LSU, never played any sport Sam can remember, and Lucifer sure as fuck never sat beside Sam on the bleachers. Dean looks so young.
Oh, calm down, Sam, Lucifer admonishes him as he jumps to his feet and backs away. I just want to chat.
Sam takes a deep breath and settles back on the bleacher. I-I have a question, he begins hesitantly.
Lucifer smiles, partly proud and partly delighted. It makes Sam both nauseated and worried that he kinda wants to smile back. You can ask me anything, Sam, Lucifer says.
Okay, make that two questions, Sam amends. First, why do you keep repeating my name?
Lucifer chuckles. It’s a good name, and it reminds me of Heaven. Second question?
Second… Sam darts a glance to Lucifer’s eyes, since Lucifer hasn’t looked anywhere but Sam since he sat down, and then he gazes back at the field, where Dean’s pitching two-hundred mile-an-hour fast balls. Definitely a dream.
Second, Sam starts again, taking strength from his brother’s renewed faith in him. You’re just an angel. How can you kill gods?
Lucifer sets a hand on Sam’s shoulder and Sam flinches away, his gaze shooting back to Lucifer. Samuel, he says gently. My father is the Creator. He created everything, including the lesser gods. But I am older than everything except Father, and with age comes tremendous power. He pauses, turning to face the game, clapping as Dean gets the third out, and he nods toward Dean. He’s killed gods, my dear. So have you. You didn’t really think the power lay in the weapons you used?
He reaches for Sam again, and this time Sam lets him maintain contact. Without pause, Lucifer continues, Yahweh is Allah is Brahman is Chaos is all the rest. God is all of them, is none of them. God is a tyrant and an adoring father, a daisy and a sun. He is air and stardust, and beyond your puny comprehension, Samuel Winchester. I can kill what you call gods because they are not God. They are his creations, no better than the archangels. His hand tightens on Sam’s shoulder. I kill angels. So does your brother. He shakes Sam slightly. So do you. Tell me, vessel mine, what do you think this means?
Sam doesn’t reply, just clenches his jaw and his fists. Lucifer laughs softly. No human, Sam, no matter how virtuous or strong, can kill a demon, an angel, or a god. He leans in close, whispers in Sam’s ear, You are no human. You killed the most powerful demon, you destroyed a horseman, you unlocked a cage sealed by the greatest unfallen angel of all. A soft kiss is pressed to Sam’s temple and he shudders.
Be not afraid, the Star of Morning tells him. You are my vessel, a part of me. Mine and my own, my gift and my chosen, my blessing. You will consent because you cannot deny my call.
Sam finally pulls away, shooting to his feet to tower over the Devil. Not ever, he hisses. Leave me alone.
Lucifer smiles again, and Sam lashes out, slamming his fist into Lucifer’s lying mouth. Lucifer only laughs and slouches back, grinning. Mine, he says simply. You feel the truth, Sam. You always have. I kill gods because I am better-I am first, best, brightest of all. You kill gods because you are mine.
That doesn’t make any sense! Sam shouts, beyond frightened and annoyed all the way into pissed.
Of course it does, Lucifer replies. My father gave humanity free will. He also gave them a choice in who to worship. It doesn’t matter what ‘god’ anyone worships; if they’re good and righteous and kind and adopt puppies and plant trees, they go to Heaven or whatever equivalent they believe in. That might actually be one of the nicer things Father did. Lucifer pauses to smirk. If you discount all the religious wars that resulted from it.
Sam shakes his head. Sam, Lucifer says, so reasonably Sam has to struggle to find a way not to listen, not to be reeled in and fall. Say yes to me, Samuel. What was created can be destroyed. Don’t you want to make them all pay for everything you’ve endured?
Let me wake up, Sam pleads, anger giving way to weariness. Please.
As you wish, Lucifer says.
The first thing Sam does after lunging out of bed is run to the bathroom and puke into the toilet. The second thing is muffle sobs with his fists. The third is swear again that he will never consent.
He ignores the part of him whispering, It doesn’t matter if you say yes or not. It sounds like Lucifer, and it sounds like the truth.