FILLED 2/2mentholpixieOctober 9 2011, 05:51:34 UTC
The first few decades he thinks he's happy that Lucifer doesn't want him as a demon, that the devil doesn't want him any other way than as he is - human so he can break him and make him bleed and scream for Dean and Lucifer can laugh and never let him go - but the endlessness of living as Lucifer's (pet, slave, bunk buddy, play thing) captive eventually makes him wish that Lucifer would offer him the same deal that Alistair offered Dean (and he will never ever tell Dean this). The fallen angel is delighted when he figures it out, makes Sam beg and plead and bargain, offer anything and everything, and one time, one time, Lucifer gives in.
(Lucifer never gives in. Lucifer only ever gets more creative.)
The devil gathers bone fragments, slides muscle and veins and organs back into place, gives Sam back his eyes for the first time in what might have been twenty years and looks at him pensively before saying simply, 'Okay.'
He leads Sam to the rack that holds the first soul Sam will be allowed to destroy, the first step in becoming a monster and escaping at least a fraction of the pain, puts the knife in Sam's hand and ruffles his hair, all gentle and kind and says, 'Go get 'em, tiger.' Waits the whole five seconds it takes for Sam to turn away from Adam and let Lucifer get back to work.
The panic now is all encompassing. He doesn't remember ever feeling anything else.
Lucifer lies beside Sam, one leg thrown over his, pressed close, head propped up with one arm while the fingers of his other hand draw patterns on Sam's chest (That will be where he makes his next cuts, when he inevitably pulls out his knife). “Welcome home, Sammy,” the devil purrs.
Sam lies still and stares up at the swirling mass of demon. He won't look at him. His head hurts and that's real. Lucifer's not. He holds on to that and even though he wants to ignore the hallucination Dean's not here to stop him from getting drawn in. “You're not...” His voice hurts his throat. He shouldn't talk to delusions but it might be real unless he tells himself it's not. “I'm not... here.” Even though he can't see anything else, can't feel anything else.
“But you pulled the trigger, kiddo.” He lifts his head enough to form a gun with his fingers and holds it to his temple. “Just couldn't take it any more, could you? Or were you just so eager to come back? Miss being my bitch, Sammy?”
“I didn't...” Sam breathes, flinching as Lucifer's fingers head towards his bellybutton, like ice sliding over bare skin. “Dean will.. this isn't...”
The angel laughs, every bit as beautiful and hideous as Sam remembers (he'll never forget). “No, you're right. I'm just messing with you.”
Suddenly Lucifer is on top of him, instead of next to him, and Sam can't move, can never move. “But that doesn't mean we can't have fun.”
Sam inhales demon smoke, he can't help it, it's everywhere, tries to scream as Lucifer's hand slides lower, and, if he had been aware of it, he would have thanked God for the seizure that tears him from Lucifer's grasp.
Re: FILLED 2/2crazybeagleOctober 10 2011, 03:48:45 UTC
Oh my... First off I love you for taking the prompt, second off I'm kind of horrified at myself because I didn't realize what such a thoroughly successful fill of this prompt would mean. That's horrifying. (And awesome for that reason but...dang.) The most effective parts: "Waits the whole five seconds it takes for Sam to turn away from Adam and let Lucifer get back to work." There's no words for that. And it was pretty freaking beautiful that Sam couldn't bring himself to do it, considering what he'd been through. But you pulled the trigger, kiddo.” ...Which would be the single scariest thing for him to hear at that moment. I love you forever for this fill.
Re: FILLED 2/2crazybeagleOctober 10 2011, 05:01:03 UTC
You know, hilariously enough, reading your latest chapter of TNSTAM was next on my agenda the second I finished Threw Stones, so I was literally just about to do that like right now.... ;) I wouldn't call this bashing it out, either...this is brilliance. :D :D
(Lucifer never gives in. Lucifer only ever gets more creative.)
The devil gathers bone fragments, slides muscle and veins and organs back into place, gives Sam back his eyes for the first time in what might have been twenty years and looks at him pensively before saying simply, 'Okay.'
He leads Sam to the rack that holds the first soul Sam will be allowed to destroy, the first step in becoming a monster and escaping at least a fraction of the pain, puts the knife in Sam's hand and ruffles his hair, all gentle and kind and says, 'Go get 'em, tiger.' Waits the whole five seconds it takes for Sam to turn away from Adam and let Lucifer get back to work.
The panic now is all encompassing. He doesn't remember ever feeling anything else.
Lucifer lies beside Sam, one leg thrown over his, pressed close, head propped up with one arm while the fingers of his other hand draw patterns on Sam's chest (That will be where he makes his next cuts, when he inevitably pulls out his knife). “Welcome home, Sammy,” the devil purrs.
Sam lies still and stares up at the swirling mass of demon. He won't look at him. His head hurts and that's real. Lucifer's not. He holds on to that and even though he wants to ignore the hallucination Dean's not here to stop him from getting drawn in. “You're not...” His voice hurts his throat. He shouldn't talk to delusions but it might be real unless he tells himself it's not. “I'm not... here.” Even though he can't see anything else, can't feel anything else.
“But you pulled the trigger, kiddo.” He lifts his head enough to form a gun with his fingers and holds it to his temple. “Just couldn't take it any more, could you? Or were you just so eager to come back? Miss being my bitch, Sammy?”
“I didn't...” Sam breathes, flinching as Lucifer's fingers head towards his bellybutton, like ice sliding over bare skin. “Dean will.. this isn't...”
The angel laughs, every bit as beautiful and hideous as Sam remembers (he'll never forget). “No, you're right. I'm just messing with you.”
Suddenly Lucifer is on top of him, instead of next to him, and Sam can't move, can never move. “But that doesn't mean we can't have fun.”
Sam inhales demon smoke, he can't help it, it's everywhere, tries to scream as Lucifer's hand slides lower, and, if he had been aware of it, he would have thanked God for the seizure that tears him from Lucifer's grasp.
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Great job.
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(And his attempt to become a demon -- aaaggghhhh!!)
Awesome story.
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"Sam likes being ash more than he likes anything." AAAAAAAIIGH!!!
"But you pulled the trigger, kiddo." NAAAAAAGH MOTHER@#&%$GOD@#$#%&TARD!!!!!!
Your Lucifer is really, really horrifying. The sense of humor makes it worse.
Um, nice work.
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First off I love you for taking the prompt, second off I'm kind of horrified at myself because I didn't realize what such a thoroughly successful fill of this prompt would mean.
That's horrifying. (And awesome for that reason but...dang.)
The most effective parts:
"Waits the whole five seconds it takes for Sam to turn away from Adam and let Lucifer get back to work." There's no words for that. And it was pretty freaking beautiful that Sam couldn't bring himself to do it, considering what he'd been through.
But you pulled the trigger, kiddo.” ...Which would be the single scariest thing for him to hear at that moment.
I love you forever for this fill.
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XD I'm VERY glad that you like it!
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;)
I wouldn't call this bashing it out, either...this is brilliance. :D :D
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