I've been reminiscing on all of the awesomeness that is Season 5, and I realized that Nick is a poor, neglected fanfiction character. So why not write something about how he feels about being Lucifer's vessel? Imagine how he feels about being Satan's bitch!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

"Yes."

That single word, however harmless it seemed, changed my life.

Truthfully, I think that there wasn't much of a life to be changed. I mean, my family was dead and I was alone. There was nothing for me; nothing was left to live for.

And then Lucifer came to me. He took the form of my beautiful wife, my sweet Sarah. And he told me these things about himself.

Like how he loved God so much that he was cast from Heaven.

And how 'Devil' and 'Satan' are titles given by a falsely bad reputation.

Like how he will help me get justice.

So I said yes. Hell yeah, I said it in a heartbeat. And then…he was with me. He shunted me aside to make room for himself. I wasn't in control of my body anymore.

But still, it was bliss compared to living alone.

However, Lucifer was not satisfied with me. We shared a mind; I could hear his every thought. He kept muttering to himself about how he needed his true vessel. That vessel was apparently a 'special' man named Sam Winchester. So we went to meet him.

He was tall, that was for sure.

I could see that Lucifer wanted this man; wanted to be able to be contained by a human that could hold his essence. He was dissatisfied with my body as it was. Even I was. I was turning into a monster; I could feel my skin and organs and entire being disintegrating. It was repulsive. But it was bliss, so I consented to let Lucifer stay.

And then there were the killings. Those were the worst. I killed things and humans and gods in ways that I didn't know you could use to kill somebody. The worst was definitely the massacre of those pagans. Lucifer shoved my fist through a god's chest, for hell's sake! And afterwards, I killed an archangel. Gabriel, the archangel who'd been in the stories of Jesus and his birth, was killed in the blink of an eye. By me, of all people!

But finally, after so many pains and injuries and killings, it was sure to be over. Sam Winchester came to me, came to us. And I knew from the moment he arrived in Detroit that he was going to take Lucifer from my body into his.

And that's precisely what he did.

He said that single syllable; he uttered that fatal sound.

"Yes."

And all at once, Lucifer was fleeing, rushing away from me towards his one true vessel on this Earth.

I fell to the ground. I felt my body, barely sustained for so long by demon blood and an archangel, decaying in rapid succession. That blackness, that death that I had so long awaited, began to rush towards me. I, in turn, ran into it, running towards that light that I prayed was at the end of the tunnel.

And then I was gone from the torture of living and that cursed half-life as a vessel. I was in Heaven, and I was happy at last.

Did I regret saying that single word that changed me forever, that tainted my soul with the mark of Satan? Did I regret killing hundreds upon hundreds of demons, humans, and supernatural beings of Heaven and Hell and everything in between? Did I regret being the Devil's decaying rag doll?

Maybe, but as long it took me away from that destroyed life that tortured my heart more with every second, I didn't care.

Well? What did you think? I might make a thing about the points of views of all the vessels (maybe Sam, too, but I don't know). So I would do a chapter for Adam, Jimmy, MAYBE Claire, Anna's vessel, Gabriel's vessel, Raphael's vessels, among others. Tell me what you think in a review!