Hello! This is my first Supernatural fanfiction, but not my first time writing torture.
There is no slash. I'm not against it, I just can't write it very well.
Me owning Supernatural is about as likely as Dean willingly listening to modern pop music.
Two hooks, one inside each forearm. Blood dripping into the already large puddle. You sob silently, pleading for the devil to stop, to just please stop. Your voice won't work. Lucifer cackled in reply, yanking your legs downward.
"Aw, Sammy. Don't be like that!" Lucifer cooed over the squelch of flesh being torn apart. "You know you like it!"
Your mouth opens, a silent scream erupting. The hooks ripped your arms in half, tendons and bones dangling through the open flesh. You fall slightly, chains jerking you back. Panting, your eyes meet his. His eyes sparkle with joy, a grin stretched across his features.
"Eenie, Meanie, miney moe..." Lucifer sings, tapping each of your bare toes with each word. "Catch a... Sammy! By the TOE!"
He jerks your pinkie toe back, bones snapping. You barely have time to register the pain before the next toe falls victim. And the next and the next and the next. Ankles and kneecaps join into the mix. Convulsing, your tears landing on the man in front of you. He straightens, a pout dancing on his blood splattered face.
"I thought you liked my singing?" Lucifer mockingly puts a hand over his heart.
He picks up a long, thin piece of metal. He sticks it into a fire, whistling the tune to "The Brady Bunch" before lifting the red hot weapon. He strolls to you, cheerfully waving the poker around. Your eyes widen with each step he takes. Placing the metal inches from your right eye, he taps his chin thoughtfully. Eyes glittering, he pushes it against your eye. Your voice comes back at full volume, screeching and sobbing gibberish.
"Well, that's a nice look for you, Sammy." Lucifer states, admiring the burn. "Who needs two eyes anyway?"
The chains vanish but before you can fall more hooks swipe downwards. Two stab into the flesh below your collarbone, two deep into your thighs. He walks towards you and runs a hand through your dirty hair. Suddenly, he his hand grabs a hold of the hook in your left thigh and he tugs. Hard. Pain ripples through your beaten body.
"I don't know about you, Sam." Lucifer begans conversationally, turning his back. "But I'm having a lot of fun."
He snatches a lone pipe, swinging it into your ribs. Again and again. They crack and snap like the cereal, piercing your organs. More blood leaks out. He then steps back, twirling the metal in his hands. He looks at your pain stricken face before plunging it into your abdomen.
"C'mon, Sam. Smile a little!" Lucifer picked up a collar from the table, the spikes illuminated by the fire. "See? I even got you a present!"
You shake your head as much as the pain allows you, your voice failing you once more. He softly wraps it around your throat, the points barely touching. A laugh. The collar jerks shut, spikes piercing your skin. Choking and gasping, drowning in blood. The hooks vanish. As you fall, all injuries disappear but the pain lingers.
"See you soon, Sammy!" He calls cheerfully, vanishing from view.
Contrary to popular belief, Hell was cold. Freezing, actually. Even with roaring fires barely any heat reaches you. Shivering and aching, you succumb to the darkness.
You wake slowly, shifting in the warm bed. It's just so nice and cozy and warm, you didn't want to move. A slender hand pushes the hair out of your face and you grin lazily. Your eyelids flutter open and your greeted with her kind face.
"Morning, baby." She whispers, planting a kiss on your nose, just like used to. "Did you sleep good?"
You glance around your room. Sunlight streams through the blinds and you hear the signs of people heading to their morning activities. You glance at the ceiling, fearing the worst. It's unblemished, no burns or blood.
"Are you real?" You whisper, uncertain. She laughs, snuggling closer to you and resting her head on your chest. Your hand automatically starts to thread through her soft hair.
"Of course I'm real. Did you-" She breaks off, yawning into the sheet. "Did you have another dream?"
She's aware of the nightmares you've been having, just not the details. You think for a moment. Did all those things happen? Did I really go to Hell? She looks exactly the same as she did the day he lost her. You just shake your head, wrapping your arms around her. You stay like that for what seems like forever.
"C'mon." She climbs off the bed and pulls on one of your shirts. "Let's eat breakfast."
You watch her glide out of the room and you follow her after putting a pair of black pajama bottoms. Your eye catches on the calender. The day after Dean had came to Stanford, saying Dad had gone missing on a hunt. The day you left and came back to your girlfriend strung up on the ceiling.
"I'm maaaking waaafflles!" She sings from the kitchen and you hear the toaster pop. You smile, thinking about the big deal she'd put on about making toaster waffles.
Your grin widens and you take a step out of the room when a sound erupts in your mind. A clanking, grinding noise that causes your knees to buckle. You grab the door frame, knuckles white. The room around you fades and another one comes into to focus. The cage.
"Oh, Sam." Lucifer chides, walking closer to you. "Did you really think you were out? Nope. Just a little illusion I planted. You like? That's what would've happened if you didn't follow Dean. What would've been if you didn't allow him to drag you back into hunting. Too late now, though."
You shake your head, scrunching your eyes shut as tears threaten to fall. More chains wrap around your wrists and you jerk upwards, feet dangling off the floor. You hiss in pain, your arms barely in their sockets. Lucifer continues to laugh seeing your obvious pain. You don't realize he's been speaking til he grabs your face, pulling it close to his.
" ...not real! What did you think? That you died?" Lucifer threw his hands up in exasperation. "Haven't you realized it yet? You can't die here! You will can't leave!"
Anger rippled through the devil. You clenched your eyes close as he stabbed downwards, plunging the blade in your chest. Screaming, legs kicking in open air and more daggers ripped through your flesh.
"You will NEVER escape!"
Hope this was okay. I kind of needed something to get these psychotic feelings out...
-Ash otu