I'll be brief, this starts off just after the mid season finale's end. There's a fair bit of language, so beware. Also, gore is abundant due to Lucifer being able to torture Sam, so... Enjoy!

Disclaimer: None of the characters and concepts in the following story belong to me. They all belong to Kripke and the owners of Supernatural.

We'll be starting off in Dean's POV by the way.

Amara's last words still rippled through his mind. Maybe now, he'll hear me... Definitely not the words of someone expecting to die (or whatever she would do) in the next couple of seconds when who knows how many angels joined together to smite her in "a single unified blow". However, nothing she'd said since her arrival had coincided with who/what Dean expected her to be. God's sister? Really? Didn't God just... Happen? Spring into existence? Is there gonna be a whole God family to cause problems down the road? Hell- With that one word, Dean's mind was racing head on toward the one subject he'd completely forgotten about. Sam. Stupid ass idea to go have a nice fucking chat with fucking Lucifer and if Sam has done anything stupid I'm gonna- His paces were quick, keeping his demeanor calm, but making sure he was efficiently getting by anyone that decided to get into his way, blocking the path to Sam. Sammy. Stupid ass little brother. The phone he was about to call Sam on was already ringing and the bit of hope and relief blooming was quickly staunched, cut away, burned. The familiar three sixes were there, and Dean was tempted to press reject call and phone Sam but what if... Anyway, the call was accepted and the phone at his ear as he sat in the Impala and started her engine, not taking the time to pat the steering wheel lovingly, instead opting to screech away from the curb he was parked at, hoping to- Well, hoping that no police decided to show up as he broke every traffic law he could think of, meanwhile shouting into the phone at his ear.

"The hell do you mean he's in the fucking cage Crowley? No, no, no, no! Don't tell me what happened, tell me how the fuck you're getting my brother out. Where do I go, Crowley? Yes, to get to Hell. To the Cage. Now, Crowley! Alright, I'm on the way. Crowley! You believe me, you black eyed dick, when we get him out, you're dead. You and Rowena, you hear me? You get him out, we'll talk about quick-" A dial tone rung through Dean's ear as he sped down the back road, a little longer than taking the highway, but still quicker than taking the straight path and having to evade a police car.

"FUCK!" The cell was halfway through its journey to being thrown at the windshield when it rang again, this time a familiar tone. Sam. SamSamSamSamSamSamSamSamSamSamSamSamSamSam-

"Sam?"

The voice that hissed back to him was not Sam.

"Upper bunk, lower bunk," Lucifer paused for maybe half a second, but hysteria had found its home in Sam, and his breaths were coming faster, though he fought to stay calm. Calm.

"or you wanna share?" Lucifer finished with a smirk, and the red eyes Sam had first seen in the black corner of the Cage flashed with excitement. There was noise outside the bars, Crowley or Rowena's voices perhaps, but Sam couldn't move, couldn't breathe, only stared at Lucifer, who maintained the facade that Sam had only seen slip once. The sarcastic wit was what Lucifer used to mask his true face, his true evil. The one time Sam had seen it-

"Aw, don't be like that. It'll be fun. Come on, just like last time, bunk mate." Lucifer's patience was thin, paper thin, and it wasted away quickly now. The noise in the background rose. Sam's hand slid down to his pocket, not caring that he knew Lucifer could see exactly what he was doing. He wouldn't ever have a chance. His phone was in his hand now, before it was even out of his pocket, speed dial one was hit, and Lucifer's smirk was transformed into a smile.

"Now, Sam. Three's a crowd, you know. But I suppose I can deliver the bad news. Good thing there's service in Hell, huh Sam?" The hand holding the cell was now by his side, but only for a moment, for Lucifer gripped Sam's wrist with speed he couldn't hope to counter. Mist floated from where Lucifer's hand was wrapped around his skin, the ice cold sinking through to the bone. Sam's mouth opened to scream, only his willpower remembered from the Cage, the memories of so much worse, so much worse, keeping him from letting out any noise as the arm was lifted to hold the phone to Satan's ear.

"Hello, Dean."