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Ahaha, my first Supernatural fic, and it’s a tiny sorta-Samifer drabble. Ah well, at least it’s something. I haven’t managed to write anything since… June, I think? So even just this shitty little thing is a huge relief. I need to start forcing myself to write crap so I can at least get some practice even while my muse is gone.
Warnings: Torture and violence (not very graphic)
“Stay away from me,” Sam warns, backing away and trying to pretend his voice isn’t shaking.
“I’m not your enemy here, Sam. I’m not the one you need to worry about,” Lucifer says, because he’s had more than enough time to learn how hell works, how the Cage works.
“Of course not,” he answers sarcastically. “Why sh-”
And then Michael is there, cutting off his words and his limbs. Lucifer raises a hand to save Sam, but he already knows that reaching him is impossible.
Hell was designed as a punishment for him first and foremost, after all.