Antichristmas gift for kiwiana
Dean smelled the stench of blood before he saw the littered bloody bodies strewn across the filthy floor of an abandoned house in a suburb west of Detroit. It looked as though something had ripped the hearts from their chests. He fought against the bile rising in his throat and the crawling sensation beneath his skin.
“Dean. So good of you to join me. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Dean raised his eyes and saw a looming shadowy figure sitting on a stair step at the far end of the room. Dean wished it had been a monster, some creature he could gank and be done with, but that never was his luck. It was Sam - no correction, Lucifer wearing his little brother to the damn apocalypse. Lucifer sat on the stair as majestically as though it was a throne, smugly overseeing the carnage and death that still stained Sam’s hands.
“I knew you would find me, especially when Sam is concerned.”
“You keep Sam out of this!”
Lucifer grinned in an indulgent, self-satisfied smirk as though Dean was an unreasonable petulant child.
“You know I can’t do that, not like this.”
Lucifer stood up from the step, rising to full height. Dean rarely saw Sam ever stand that tall, reveling in towering over him. As Lucifer walked toward him, Dean’s heart thundered in his chest and every impulse told him to run or fight, not just stand there as the Enemy in his brother’s body brought him closer either to death or damnation.
“I’m glad you’ve come,” Lucifer said. “Sorry about the mess, but I suppose it wouldn’t bother you to know they were all demons.”
“You think that makes it better?”
“And how is it different from what you and your brother have been doing all this time? You kill demons with the knife when Sam’s power could have saved so many more.”
“Power he got from demons.”
“Power is wasted unless it is used, whether for good or this.”
Lucifer flexed his bloody hand and Dean for a moment pictured Sam’s fist shoving through his chest and ripping out his beating heart.
“You know I’m glad you didn’t say ‘Yes’ to Michael. I’ve always liked you, Dean. Contrary to what you think, I’m not your enemy.”
“And why should I believe you?”
“You and Sam tried to trick me, to throw me back into my cage. I could have killed you. I could’ve burned Sam’s soul into nothingness, but I didn’t.”
“Yeah. You’re a regular Mother Theresa.”
Lucifer smirked.
“You know it doesn’t have to be this way. I could leave Earth. You and Sam could go back to your old lives.”
“Sorry pal, I already sold my soul once before.”
“Oh, you can keep your soul. I just need your help. You see, I could care less about what happens to Earth. It’s Heaven I want. The only one stopping me is Michael.”
“I don’t get it. Isn’t it you who’s itching for a fight with big bro?”
“It’s Michael who wants the fight, not me. If I take Heaven -”
“What’s the matter? Hell not good enough for you?”
“If God is gone Michael is the one running Heaven. If I take the throne can Heaven be that much worse?”
“Oh I can imagine a lot of things and Heaven doesn’t need another dick with wings in charge.”
Dean’s smile faded as Lucifer leaned in close, his breath tickling Dean’s neck.
“Always defiant - a man after my own heart … and after Sam’s too.”
Dean’s heart raced and suddenly he couldn’t breathe.
“You might not believe me, but I want Sam to be happy. Ruby wasn’t lying when I promised to reward Sam, to give him whatever he wanted. Anything.”
“What? All the books he could geek out on and a brand new laptop? Blow me.”
The same cold slithering feeling snaked through Dean’s insides as a wicked smile curled over Lucifer’s lips. Suddenly Lucifer grabbed Dean’s jaw with his hand still sticky with the demons’ blood.
“Is that what it’d take for you to help me?
“Get off of me you son of a bitch!”
Lucifer’s fingertips pressed into Dean’s skin and suddenly Dean saw Sam in the Impala, riding shotgun, laughing at some stupid joke Dean had just made. The window was rolled down, blowing Sam’s ridiculously long hair everywhere. Dean struggled to breathe as his throat tightened and his vision swam.
“It could be that way again, Dean. Just help me.”
“Get your damn hands off me!”
Dean shoved Lucifer’s hand away and fought the urge to run or slam his fist into his brother’s face regardless whether it probably would break every bone in Dean’s hand.
“If Sam did succeed and I was back in my cage again, where would that leave you?”
Dean lowered his eyes and concentrated on the rotten wooden floor. He knew if he looked into his brother’s eyes he’d be lost.
“The world would be saved, but what about you? What about Sam? You would never see your brother ever again.”
“Shut up!”
“You would be all alone forever, much as I have been, locked in my prison, cut off from all I knew, everyone I ever loved.”
“You’ve never loved anyone you self-righteous feathered prick!”
“I did love - still love - my brother. No matter what Michael does, even if he wants to kill me, I still love him. And I forgive him.”
Lucifer leaned close, his breath ghosting across Dean’s skin. Dean clenched his eyes shut, anything to keep from looking at his brother.
“Sam, fight him! You can do it, Sammy.”
“Did you ever think that Sam is not fighting me anymore,” Lucifer said. “That he wants this more than to be locked in the darkness without you for all eternity?”
“C’mon, Sam! You’re stronger than this!”
“You know my plan is so much better than the pathetic scheme you and your brother concocted. Put me back in my cage and drag your brother along with me. Where does that leave the both of you? Help me kill Michael and I’ll leave Earth, leave Sam forever.”
“You’d have me kill Adam? Kill my brother?”
“Who is worth more to you, Adam or Sam? Michael won’t stop, not until I’m dead, until Sam is dead. Adam agreed to this fate when he said ‘Yes’ to Michael.”
Lucifer pressed a cold silver blade, an archangel’s sword, into Dean’s hand.
“If you kill Michael the battle never takes place. Earth is saved and you can have Sam again.”
“How much of a moron do you think I am?”
Dean pressed the blade’s point beneath Lucifer’s jaw. Lucifer froze for a moment, then his eyes softened. He looked so much like Sam in that moment, those same pleading eyes Sam had been using on Dean since he was a child.
Dean trembled, his palm slick with sweat as he gripped the blade. He knew this was right, to end it now. Kill the Devil and end the apocalypse before the Earth was destroyed and billions would die. All it would take would be the slightest push.
“Oh God, Sammy. I’m so sorry,” Dean gasped, clenching his eyes shut.
The archangel’s sword clanged uselessly to the floor, ringing its condemnation. Dean felt Sam’s arms around him and the brush of Sam’s messy hair against his damp cheek.
“There, there, Dean. I’ll take care of you. Sammy will always be here for you now.”
“Dean. So good of you to join me. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Dean raised his eyes and saw a looming shadowy figure sitting on a stair step at the far end of the room. Dean wished it had been a monster, some creature he could gank and be done with, but that never was his luck. It was Sam - no correction, Lucifer wearing his little brother to the damn apocalypse. Lucifer sat on the stair as majestically as though it was a throne, smugly overseeing the carnage and death that still stained Sam’s hands.
“I knew you would find me, especially when Sam is concerned.”
“You keep Sam out of this!”
Lucifer grinned in an indulgent, self-satisfied smirk as though Dean was an unreasonable petulant child.
“You know I can’t do that, not like this.”
Lucifer stood up from the step, rising to full height. Dean rarely saw Sam ever stand that tall, reveling in towering over him. As Lucifer walked toward him, Dean’s heart thundered in his chest and every impulse told him to run or fight, not just stand there as the Enemy in his brother’s body brought him closer either to death or damnation.
“I’m glad you’ve come,” Lucifer said. “Sorry about the mess, but I suppose it wouldn’t bother you to know they were all demons.”
“You think that makes it better?”
“And how is it different from what you and your brother have been doing all this time? You kill demons with the knife when Sam’s power could have saved so many more.”
“Power he got from demons.”
“Power is wasted unless it is used, whether for good or this.”
Lucifer flexed his bloody hand and Dean for a moment pictured Sam’s fist shoving through his chest and ripping out his beating heart.
“You know I’m glad you didn’t say ‘Yes’ to Michael. I’ve always liked you, Dean. Contrary to what you think, I’m not your enemy.”
“And why should I believe you?”
“You and Sam tried to trick me, to throw me back into my cage. I could have killed you. I could’ve burned Sam’s soul into nothingness, but I didn’t.”
“Yeah. You’re a regular Mother Theresa.”
Lucifer smirked.
“You know it doesn’t have to be this way. I could leave Earth. You and Sam could go back to your old lives.”
“Sorry pal, I already sold my soul once before.”
“Oh, you can keep your soul. I just need your help. You see, I could care less about what happens to Earth. It’s Heaven I want. The only one stopping me is Michael.”
“I don’t get it. Isn’t it you who’s itching for a fight with big bro?”
“It’s Michael who wants the fight, not me. If I take Heaven -”
“What’s the matter? Hell not good enough for you?”
“If God is gone Michael is the one running Heaven. If I take the throne can Heaven be that much worse?”
“Oh I can imagine a lot of things and Heaven doesn’t need another dick with wings in charge.”
Dean’s smile faded as Lucifer leaned in close, his breath tickling Dean’s neck.
“Always defiant - a man after my own heart … and after Sam’s too.”
Dean’s heart raced and suddenly he couldn’t breathe.
“You might not believe me, but I want Sam to be happy. Ruby wasn’t lying when I promised to reward Sam, to give him whatever he wanted. Anything.”
“What? All the books he could geek out on and a brand new laptop? Blow me.”
The same cold slithering feeling snaked through Dean’s insides as a wicked smile curled over Lucifer’s lips. Suddenly Lucifer grabbed Dean’s jaw with his hand still sticky with the demons’ blood.
“Is that what it’d take for you to help me?
“Get off of me you son of a bitch!”
Lucifer’s fingertips pressed into Dean’s skin and suddenly Dean saw Sam in the Impala, riding shotgun, laughing at some stupid joke Dean had just made. The window was rolled down, blowing Sam’s ridiculously long hair everywhere. Dean struggled to breathe as his throat tightened and his vision swam.
“It could be that way again, Dean. Just help me.”
“Get your damn hands off me!”
Dean shoved Lucifer’s hand away and fought the urge to run or slam his fist into his brother’s face regardless whether it probably would break every bone in Dean’s hand.
“If Sam did succeed and I was back in my cage again, where would that leave you?”
Dean lowered his eyes and concentrated on the rotten wooden floor. He knew if he looked into his brother’s eyes he’d be lost.
“The world would be saved, but what about you? What about Sam? You would never see your brother ever again.”
“Shut up!”
“You would be all alone forever, much as I have been, locked in my prison, cut off from all I knew, everyone I ever loved.”
“You’ve never loved anyone you self-righteous feathered prick!”
“I did love - still love - my brother. No matter what Michael does, even if he wants to kill me, I still love him. And I forgive him.”
Lucifer leaned close, his breath ghosting across Dean’s skin. Dean clenched his eyes shut, anything to keep from looking at his brother.
“Sam, fight him! You can do it, Sammy.”
“Did you ever think that Sam is not fighting me anymore,” Lucifer said. “That he wants this more than to be locked in the darkness without you for all eternity?”
“C’mon, Sam! You’re stronger than this!”
“You know my plan is so much better than the pathetic scheme you and your brother concocted. Put me back in my cage and drag your brother along with me. Where does that leave the both of you? Help me kill Michael and I’ll leave Earth, leave Sam forever.”
“You’d have me kill Adam? Kill my brother?”
“Who is worth more to you, Adam or Sam? Michael won’t stop, not until I’m dead, until Sam is dead. Adam agreed to this fate when he said ‘Yes’ to Michael.”
Lucifer pressed a cold silver blade, an archangel’s sword, into Dean’s hand.
“If you kill Michael the battle never takes place. Earth is saved and you can have Sam again.”
“How much of a moron do you think I am?”
Dean pressed the blade’s point beneath Lucifer’s jaw. Lucifer froze for a moment, then his eyes softened. He looked so much like Sam in that moment, those same pleading eyes Sam had been using on Dean since he was a child.
Dean trembled, his palm slick with sweat as he gripped the blade. He knew this was right, to end it now. Kill the Devil and end the apocalypse before the Earth was destroyed and billions would die. All it would take would be the slightest push.
“Oh God, Sammy. I’m so sorry,” Dean gasped, clenching his eyes shut.
The archangel’s sword clanged uselessly to the floor, ringing its condemnation. Dean felt Sam’s arms around him and the brush of Sam’s messy hair against his damp cheek.
“There, there, Dean. I’ll take care of you. Sammy will always be here for you now.”