The pain was excruciating. Endless. Cold. Infinite. It was his universe. Never-ending and ever-expanding. And when he thought he couldn't take another microsecond of the exquisite torture, he would hear the voice. It would resonate around him, through him, and he would remember who and where he was. He was Sam Winchester and he was trapped inside his body with pure evil. Not a demon this time but an angel. An Энджел who's name meant light-bringer. Lucifer.
"Sam?" The whisper was soft and he сказал(-а) Sam's name intimately, as a lover would. "Don't fight me Sam. As long as Ты resist, it will be extremely unpleasant for you. Ты cannot win against me. Be one with me and we will bring the world to it's knees. We will remake it in our image."
God help him, he was so tired. He had no concept of time passing. He didn't know if it had been hours или days since he had сказал(-а) yes to Lucifer. He wanted to give in. He didn't know how much еще he could withstand. Why had he ever thought he was strong enough to defeat Lucifer? But then he would hear his brother's voice saying, "If anybody can do it, it's you." And that one thought would echo over and over. Dean trusted him. Dean had faith in him, after everything Sam had done. After Sam had let him down over and over again, Dean still believed in him. He wouldn't let him down again. The one person who had always looked out for him, who had always protected him. The person who had gone to Hell himself so that Sam could live. He wouldn't. He would not.
Through the red haze of pain he would focus on one word. No.
He felt Lucifer's utter rage as Sam continued to resist against the total domination of his essence, of what would be the total loss of his self. If he allowed Lucifer to erase his humanity he, and the 6 billion people who were depending on him, would lose everything. Sam whimpered as wave after wave of fresh agony hit him and he couldn't think about anything but enduring. He had to, because even if he could find some way to win against Lucifer and end up in the cage, this was just a prelude to what would be his eternity.
Again he could not discern how much time was passing but he did know his was running out. He was losing. Lucifer was eroding his will and his self. His thoughts were becoming Lucifer's, even the pain was dulling because he was slipping into nothingness. He was now seeking the pain to anchor himself in some sort of reality. Then, he heard Lucifer speak a work that brought him back to the surface, past the pain and through it. He was in the panic room, chained to the cot. He knew this was just the imaginings of his own fevered mind but he welcomed it because it was the first thing he had "seen" on his own, that Lucifer had not just allowed him to see, since he had invited the Энджел in. The word he had heard, that had brought him surging back from oblivion was "Dean".
He heard a voice say something that he couldn't make out, but he knew the timbre of the voice, the cadence of the words. His brother was here. Wherever here was.
He tried to free himself from the handcuffs shackling him to the narrow cot. He knew a conversation was taking place but he couldn't comprehend what was being said. Then, in a fraction of a heartbeat, the panic room was engulfed in горький cold. His breath was like smoke and the walls and ceiling of the room became covered with thick, white frost. Even the manacles around Sam's wrists and ankles became so cold that they seemed to burn into his flesh.
The light in the room became so bright Sam had to close his eyes and he realized that all of this was a manifestation of Lucifer's blinding anger toward some poor bastard. He just prayed to God that it wasn't Dean.
Then Lucifer spoke. "Castiel. Did Ты just molotov my brother with holy fire?"
And then Sam could see. He saw Cas standing in front of him with Bobby and he could sense that Dean was somewhere to his left. Lucifer only had eyes for Castiel and Sam watched as the hapless Энджел spread his hands placatingly in front of him and stammered, "Uh, no."
"Noone dicks with Michael but me", Lucifer replied coldly, snapping his fingers and Sam looked on in horror as Cas exploded into chunks of bloody meat.
Sam felt Lucifer's elation at this turn of events. He was having fun. Again. Lucifer sensed Sam's disgust and despair and turned his inner eye once еще to him and said, "Oh, I'm just getting started!"
"Sammy? Can Ты hear me?" Dean's voice was cautious. Sam tried to scream. Dean! Run! Desperately, he surged up against the manacles and to his surprise the one on his left wrist snapped. He continued to struggle as Lucifer turned his full attention to Dean.
Sam concentrated on freeing himself because if he thought about his brother facing Lucifer..Jesus, what was Dean thinking. His right arm became free and he went to work on the shackles around his ankles. He almost had the left one free when he felt what he knew was a bullet pierce his right shoulder and another just miss his heart. There was no pain associated with these wounds but, again, he could see. What he saw was Bobby, a pistol dangling at his side, and he knew what Lucifer was going to do next.
He felt Bobby's neck twist and then snap as if it we're nothing еще than a twig.
Dean's horrified "NO!" coincided with his own. Whatever happened Далее was eclipsed by the waves of terror washing over Sam. He wasn't terrified for himself. No, it was for Dean because in an instant he knew that Lucifer meant to kill his brother too.
"Sammy, are Ты in there?" Dean spoke hoarsely through his shattered mouth.
Sam yelled with every fiber of his being. Dean! Переместить your ass! Damnit, he had to get loose. He had to take control. Even as Sam formed these thoughts, Lucifer turned inward and laughed.
"You're not going anywhere, Sammy. You've got a front row seat. First, we're going to dispose of your big brother and then we'll take care of mine."
Sam once again found himself bound to the cot. The difference this time was he was so tightly confined that he couldn't Переместить at all. And all he could hear was the sound of Lucifer's, no HIS, fists pummeling his brother's face. The pain was back in force, oh God he didn't want to watch his brother die. He tried to block it out but he couldn't. Lucifer wanted him to see, to feel Dean's death. There was no light now, just darkness and pain and Dean's face, bloodied and battered. With each blow, a little piece of Sam withered and fell away. He desperately tried to cling to something, anything, but he couldn't breathe...couldn't think. He was collapsing inward like a black hole and soon, very soon, there would be nothing left. The loss of his self was happening faster and faster, like a whirlpool forming and sucking everything down with it. He could no longer remember who, where, what he was.
"Sammy, it's okay. I'm here. I'm here. I'm not gonna leave you. I'm not gonna leave you."
"Listen to him, Sammy", Lucifer sneered. "He's not going to leave you. Humans. Ты never know when to exit gracefully."
Sam struggled to understand what he was hearing. Was he...Sammy? Suddenly, in the distance, there was a flash of light. It was so bright that it hurt but he reached toward it and the voice, not the hard voice, but the gentle one and saw...
Lucifer had cocked his arm to deliver a killing blow but a brilliant shaft of sunlight reflected off the Impala and into his eyes. Then he saw...what was that? He was temporarily mesmerized as was Sam. Lucifer tried to finish the groveling human in front of him but found his fist stayed by...Sam? Impossible. He was too weak but suddenly he was embroiled in a fierce battle of wills for control of his vessel.
Sam had seen the little piece of plastic wedged into the Impala's door and he knew it was important. But why? Then a portal opened and a flood of memories washed over him. It seemed that aeons passed but it happened all in a millisecond. Sam's essence surged вперед and he remembered...everything. Laughter. Tears. Fights. Hugs. Love. He took strength from those memories, from everything he and his brother had shared. He was Sam Winchester. His brother, his savior, was Dean. He would not let this monster use him to kill the brother who had sold his soul for him. He felt his brother's arms around him and his self emerged, past Lucifer and suddenly he was gasping, the acrid air of Stull Cemetery searing his lungs. Sam was in control, not the thing inside him that wanted to destroy the world.
Sam looked at his brother's ravaged face.
"It's okay Dean. It's gonna be okay. I've got him."
With those words it was like a hurricane had been unleashed in his mind. Lucifer howled and screeched in impotent fury against Sam's skull. Sam wanted to go to Dean but he didn't dare risk it. He didn't how long he would have the strength to do what had to be done. Instead, he dug in the pocket of his jeans for the horseman's rings, and throwing them to the ground, chanted the words that would open the cage.
The ground disentegrated in front of Sam and he heard the wails and screams emanating from the depths of Hell.
All the while, Lucifer was screaming inside his head. "You hear them, Sammy? What they're experiencing is nothing compared to what I'll do to you. I created Alastair. I know ways to torture a soul that he couldn't begin to envision. I'll gut everyone you've ever loved in front of you, over and over. You'll listen to their screams. You'll..."
Sam bore down with all the power of his mind. SHUT. UP.
Lucifer's rants became a dull roar. Sam felt like his skull was going to explode. He turned and looked at Dean, took a deep breath and nodded.
He turned back to the pit and a voice stopped him cold. He'd forgotten about the archangel. Michael was back.
"Sam, it's not going to end this way. Step back."
"You're going to have to make me", Sam ground out through clenched teeth. He saw Michael's lips Переместить in response but he could hear nothing but Lucifer.
"You can't defeat me. You're a failure. You're worthless.." Sam once again clamped down with all of his will to drown out the vile invectives Lucifer was spewing.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl. Sam looked at Dean again, and this time he knew it would be the last time he saw his big brother's face. Closing his eyes, Sam felt the warmth of the sun on his face, the wind whipping around his body and then he simply fell.
Dimly, over Lucifer's constant screaming, he heard Michael yell. Then he felt Michael's hand on his куртка trying to prevent Sam's fall. Sam grabbed on to Michael and using his momemtum sent them both over the edge and into the abyss.
The ground closed above them and then darkness swallowed them. Sam could see a pinprick of light far below them. He knew what he was plunging toward. This was his destiny. An eternity of endless pain and torture. Noone would be coming for him. There would be no rescue. Not this time.
But as Sam plummeted toward the fate that awaited, there was a smile on his face.
Because there was one thought echoing through his mind. One thought that he would hold on to through the countless millenia. One thought that would help him endure and stay sane. Until he couldn't think anything anymore.
Dean is safe. Dean is safe. Dean is safe.
Dean. Is. Safe.