It's just in my headyouaredrivingOctober 9 2011, 02:15:14 UTC
This got a little twisted in my mind as I wrote it - so hopefully it's okay. I wouldn't be offended if anyone else wanted to take a stab at it.
“Hi Sam,” Lucifer perched on at the foot of Sam’s bed. His legs crossed and his fingers steepled beneath his chin. Sam pressed his thumb to the fragile skin of his palm. He could still feel the healing wound pulsing before he reverted to the trick Dean had taught him. Now it felt like bolts of fire were spreading out across his palm from how desperate he was getting to get rid of Lucifer.
It didn’t work though. Lucifer was still there. With inhuman grace he stood from the foot of the bed and moved towards the machines that were beeping and clicking in effort to ensure Sam’s life. Lucifer let his fingers dance along the IV line before tapping Sam’s arm lightly, “This is all so silly isn’t it?”
“You’re not real,” Sam swallowed, his eyes aching and his head hurt so badly he felt like he was going to vomit. “You’re not here.”
“But am I?” Lucifer clucked his tongue. Echoes of Sam’s name bounced off the stark white walls. Sam rubbed at his eyes and tried to focus on the wavering form of his worst nightmare. “I think we both know that I am. I think that we both know that the illusion your mind has built up in order to protect yourself from me is finally crumbling and you can’t do anything to stop it. Not anymore.”
“I’m in a hospital,” Sam croaked out. “I’m in a hospital and my brother is in that bed next to me.”
“Yeah?” Lucifer tilted his head almost as if he were challenging Sam. He backed up to the partition and flung it back. The bed was empty, sheets tightly folded along the mattress.
“Dean,” Sam whispered out.
“You ever wonder why you’re in a hospital of all places?” Lucifer flopped back on the empty bed with his hands folded over his chest. “I mean the thought never crossed your mind?”
“You’re not real.”
“Sam,” Lucifer drawled the name out before he smiled, “Sammy.”
“Don’t!” Sam flung an unsteady arm out, “You have no right.”
“Being the only resident in your grapefruit allows me to call you whatever I’d like.”
“I’m in a hospital,” Sam began to recite the mantra over and over in his head as he pressed his thumb even harder into his wounded palm. “This is not real.”
“Oh, back to the subject at hand. Why you’re brain decided that a hospital was the ideal place for your protection. I mean I’m finally breaking you down and I’m finally understanding this,” Lucifer vaguely gestured around the room, “Every bad thing, well what you consider to be the worst things, have happened to you in a hospital.”
“Shut up!”
“Your brother almost died in here, remember? First it was his heart - but you fixed that, didn’t you Sammy? Reapers I believe. Then there was the car accident. Oh I remember that one. It was quite the even outside of the cage. All Winchesters hanging on for life. All expect little Sammy. Dean was stuck in the in between for a bit. His soul just waiting to be stolen but he took care of that soon enough.”
“You’re not real,” Sam scratched at the IV in his arm and grimaced as he pulled it free.
Lucifer leaned close to Sam’s ear, his eyes angled towards the empty bed next to Sam’s, “Then how I did I do that?”
Sam looked across the room to where Lucifer was looking. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched Dean curl onto his side and his arms tighten around the pillow he was resting on. Almost as if he had been there the entire time. Sam’s eyes darted around the room searching out the devil himself but finding no one. His head was pounding heard enough he felt the need to vomit. He couldn’t focus on anything expect the blurry image of his brother - softly breathing in the bed next to him.
“Hi Sam,” Lucifer perched on at the foot of Sam’s bed. His legs crossed and his fingers steepled beneath his chin. Sam pressed his thumb to the fragile skin of his palm. He could still feel the healing wound pulsing before he reverted to the trick Dean had taught him. Now it felt like bolts of fire were spreading out across his palm from how desperate he was getting to get rid of Lucifer.
It didn’t work though. Lucifer was still there. With inhuman grace he stood from the foot of the bed and moved towards the machines that were beeping and clicking in effort to ensure Sam’s life. Lucifer let his fingers dance along the IV line before tapping Sam’s arm lightly, “This is all so silly isn’t it?”
“You’re not real,” Sam swallowed, his eyes aching and his head hurt so badly he felt like he was going to vomit. “You’re not here.”
“But am I?” Lucifer clucked his tongue. Echoes of Sam’s name bounced off the stark white walls. Sam rubbed at his eyes and tried to focus on the wavering form of his worst nightmare. “I think we both know that I am. I think that we both know that the illusion your mind has built up in order to protect yourself from me is finally crumbling and you can’t do anything to stop it. Not anymore.”
“I’m in a hospital,” Sam croaked out. “I’m in a hospital and my brother is in that bed next to me.”
“Yeah?” Lucifer tilted his head almost as if he were challenging Sam. He backed up to the partition and flung it back. The bed was empty, sheets tightly folded along the mattress.
“Dean,” Sam whispered out.
“You ever wonder why you’re in a hospital of all places?” Lucifer flopped back on the empty bed with his hands folded over his chest. “I mean the thought never crossed your mind?”
“You’re not real.”
“Sam,” Lucifer drawled the name out before he smiled, “Sammy.”
“Don’t!” Sam flung an unsteady arm out, “You have no right.”
“Being the only resident in your grapefruit allows me to call you whatever I’d like.”
“I’m in a hospital,” Sam began to recite the mantra over and over in his head as he pressed his thumb even harder into his wounded palm. “This is not real.”
“Oh, back to the subject at hand. Why you’re brain decided that a hospital was the ideal place for your protection. I mean I’m finally breaking you down and I’m finally understanding this,” Lucifer vaguely gestured around the room, “Every bad thing, well what you consider to be the worst things, have happened to you in a hospital.”
“Shut up!”
“Your brother almost died in here, remember? First it was his heart - but you fixed that, didn’t you Sammy? Reapers I believe. Then there was the car accident. Oh I remember that one. It was quite the even outside of the cage. All Winchesters hanging on for life. All expect little Sammy. Dean was stuck in the in between for a bit. His soul just waiting to be stolen but he took care of that soon enough.”
“You’re not real,” Sam scratched at the IV in his arm and grimaced as he pulled it free.
Lucifer leaned close to Sam’s ear, his eyes angled towards the empty bed next to Sam’s, “Then how I did I do that?”
Sam looked across the room to where Lucifer was looking. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched Dean curl onto his side and his arms tighten around the pillow he was resting on. Almost as if he had been there the entire time. Sam’s eyes darted around the room searching out the devil himself but finding no one. His head was pounding heard enough he felt the need to vomit. He couldn’t focus on anything expect the blurry image of his brother - softly breathing in the bed next to him.
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