Author's Note #1: Who would've thought that you could take a nice warm, fuzzy and fluffy word like "pillow" and write something dark? Though I doubt that my very long, very stressful week at work had absolutely nothing to do with it, right? Nah, didn't think so.
I wrote Soulless Sam last week, so Lucifer seemed like the right choice for this week...so I thought I'd take a stab at writing some hallucinating Sammy.
Cuz' really...who doesn't like hallucinating Sam?
Takes place Season 7, between 7.15 Repo Man, and 7.17 Born Again Identity.
Author's Note #2: Big Thanks to Riathe Mai for her help and editing.
ooOOoo
"Your illusion is melting away, Sammy. You're—"
"Shut! Up!"
"—delusional," Lucifer consoled; nonchalantly eviscerating the pillow, rivulets of blood oozing out and soaking the bed. "The façade is crumbling, Sammy-boy. You're slipping through the cracks."
Icy breath suddenly whispered in Sam's ear. "Then you'll be mine…again."
"No! This is real!" Sam exploded. "Dean's real! Your not!"
"I may not be real. You may not be in the Cage," Lucifer slowly circled Sam, "but very soon your safety line is gonna…"
Sam jolted violently at the bone shattering 'snap' that echoed throughout the room.
"Either way…I win Sammy. I always win."