So, most of ya'll are gonna hate me for this story. There's really not a happy ending and there's so much angst that you might burst into flames on your ceiling so… sorry about that. This was originally gonna be a cage fic but naturally, (or should I say, Supernaturally… Okay I should stop trying to be funny) my screwed up imagination couldn't be pleased with that so of course it has to become this whole messed up story. Starts at the end of season 5 from, oddly enough, Lucifer and Sam's POV and goes on from there. Lastly, story and chapter titles from Fall Out Boy song. (Just One Yesterday)
The Devil tried to hide Sam from the present. He kept Sam trapped in his, strangely enough, happiest memories. The few times Sam felt normal inside a classroom, his first kiss with Jessica, the first time he… "spent the night" with her, but he never saw his past with Dean.
Lucifer knew that if Sam thought about Dean that he might try to fight him. He could have just forced Sam into a black pit of memories, but instead, he just let Sam relive his best moments, while Lucifer would make blood rain from the sky.
With Sam as his vessel, Lucifer could create all kinds of mayhem, mayhem for the humans anyway. To him the idea of fire engulfing the entire planet was a paradise.
Before he could accomplish that though, he had to face Michael, which should have been simple enough. Michael wasn't in his preferred vessel and Lucifer knew from personal experience how little power it granted him. Defeating Michael in that state should have been easy, there should have been nothing that could stop him.
But then, Dean Winchester had to show up. Just as the final battle was about to commence, there was the familiar roar of that ugly-ass car Dean drove around in.
Lucifer didn't understand the car's significance until the gleaming sun reflected off of it shined into Sam's eyes. He felt Sam come bursting out of his memories and try to take control.
Lucifer tried flooding Sam's mind with other pleasant memories, anything besides the ones with Dean that were fighting their way through. It was proving not to be enough, so he resorted to filling Sam's head with every incident when Sam had ever been in pain. Sam's control wavered, but he stood his ground… Theoretically anyway.
"Sam," Lucifer scolded to him, "We both know I already won, just stop fighting and I'll let you go back to better moments."
"Not… letting you… hurt… Dean." Sam sputtered out. Sam dropped to his knees as Lucifer increased the onslaught of memories in Sam's head.
"We already have, but he deserves it, Sammy. He tried to leave you, remember?"
Sam mustered up all of his strength. "Not… doing… the same… to him!"
Sam forced the Devil to the back of his mind. He ignored Lucifer's threats and promises and staggered back as he retook control. He looked at Dean's battered face. Behind the mask of pain, Sam could see Dean's fear.
"It's okay, Dean." He assured. "It's gonna be okay. I've got him."
He fumbled in his pockets for the rings Lucifer had, oh so stupidly, left behind. Sam tossed them on the ground and quickly recited the spell to open Lucifer's cage. The ground caved in beneath the rings and a deep black pit stood in their place.
The wind rushed furiously whipping Sam's hair around his face, and drew him in closer to the abyss. He looked down into the seemingly never ending chasm and Lucifer's voice screamed inside his head.
"All those memories will be nothing compared to what you'll feel if you jump. Don't do this, Sam."
Sam glanced back to Dean's bloodied and broken face. "If I do this, Dean can have the normal life he's always deserved." He nodded fearfully to Dean and prepared to jump.
An unexpected hand on his shoulder turned Sam's attention to the angel who was wearing his little brother. After realizing that there was no stopping Michael from pursuing the battle he wanted, Sam knew there was only one thing he could do.
"I'm so sorry, Adam." His thought as he reached forward and pulled Michael towards him.
"Ooh, guess this means Michael's gonna join in on the fun too." Lucifer teased.
And then Sam jumped.
The two, or was it really four, of them descended into the cage. Sam cherished the few seconds that they were falling. He figured it would probably be the last sensation he would ever feel again, besides an eternity of pain.
He knew his time was up when he collided on the surface of the ground. He felt Lucifer leave his body, none too gently. When he appeared before Sam, he looked like his previous vessel, Nick. Sam wasn't sure how that could have been possible. He reasoned that Lucifer's true from was probably too much for his mind to comprehend, so this was its way of compensating.
Lucifer momentarily ignored Sam and turned back to Michael. Michael had left Adam's body and was in the form of a young John Winchester. He bent over to Adam's shivering body and closed his eyes in concentration. He placed his hand on Adam's head and a radiating white light filled the room.
When the glow receded, Adam was gone and Michael collapsed on the floor, seemingly lifeless. Sam stared at the sight in disbelief.
"Well," Lucifer's arrogant voice snapped Sam's attention to him. "Guess Michael used up the last of his power to send his precious vessel back to heaven. That's just like him, doing one last good deed." He turned towards Sam. "Don't expect me to be so generous."
Sam couldn't stop his instincts as he uselessly backed away on the floor.
"Remember when I said I'd never hurt you, Sam?" Lucifer snapped his fingers and Sam was enveloped in flames. "Well, now I'm over it."
Sam held back his cries as he rolled around the bottom of the cage in a desperate attempt to extinguish the flames, but the fire only seemed to grow more angry.
A long chain slowly crept its way over Sam's neck, and held him in place on the floor. His fire blistered hands shot up to his neck to pry it off. As soon as his hand came in contact with the chain, it sizzled against his hand, which hurt even more than the fire.
He pulled his hand away hoping that it would cause the pain to cease. Being a Winchester had its benefits, such as never getting what you wanted, so naturally the burning continued. The stinging red chains dug further into his throat as the flames started to die down.
Similar chains wound their way over Sam's arms and they burned just as hot. The more he tried to struggle out of them, the tighter they cut into his limbs.
He snapped his eyes shut at the pain when a sudden rush of cold washed over him. Why would he be cold? A thought jumped into his mind that scared him to his core.
"Most people think I burn hot, but it's actually quite the opposite."
Sam dared to open his eyes. The sight of Lucifer towering over him didn't surprise him, but it still terrified him.
Lucifer bent down next to Sam, and looked at him with mock sympathy in his eyes, and gently ran his hand through Sam's hair.
"Sammy," Lucifer lowered his hand until it rested above Sam's chest. He plunged it through. "I warned you not to do that."
The restraints prevented Sam from doing much besides panting heavily as blood rose in his throat. Lucifer's hand dug around inside him, and Sam could feel the icy fingers searching for something inside him. Sam silently prayed he would find it soon and just, please please oh gosh stop please, take his hand out of him.
Lucifer's hand suddenly came into contact with something and his grasp tightened. Sam let out a small whimper as he felt the dead cold hands constrict inside of him.
Lucifer suddenly tore his hand out and Sam found the energy to scream. As Sam regained enough of his senses, he could make out a glowing ball trapped in Satan's grasp. It appeared to be wriggling away from Lucifer and trying desperately to get back into Sam.
Sam however, felt nothing. He was numb inside, and couldn't find the energy to care about anything. He willed himself to feel anything, but even the idea of terror was foreign to him.
"Lemme guess, feeling a little empty, Sammy?" Lucifer mocked.
"What… what did you do? What is that?"
"Ah, well, I was doing some thinking, there'll be plenty of time for that down here. As we were falling I thought to myself, 'Now sure, I could tear him apart cell by cell and he'd still have the guts to defy me, even if I ripped them out. His soul will always stay just as strong. Unless,'" He gestured to the radiating light. "'I went straight to the source."
"That… that's my…"
"Souls, in theory, are nearly impossible to break, especially a Winchester's. But, in the physical sense," His fist clenches again, and he squeezes and squeezes until there's a definite snap. "They're really quite fragile."
The second Lucifer had tightened his grasp, Sam curled in on himself as though his connection to his soul made him feel Lucifer's icy fingers forcing everything inside him to collapse.
"Torture to body, the soul can stay intact. Torture the soul, the body feels every last bit of it."
If you just wanted some Sammy torture you can stop here. I mean there's a heck of a lot more to come, but it's also where the depressing storyline comes into play. So no Dean yet, but he's coming up in the next chapter hopefully. And I know the whole Adam and Michael thing probably didn't happen, but I don't like the idea of Adam being trapped in the cage so hey, at least he's safe! He's pretty much the only one though. Everyone else better run and hide.