Delusion
Sam was sleeping in the typical motel bed that he had become accustomed to when he was woken up to a knock at the door. It was a rare occasion that he had a full night sleep due to the torture that Lucifer had enjoyed carrying out.
He opened the door only to find the last person that he ever expected to see.
She was stood there, with her long dark hair that was complemented by her black leather jacket and her faded blue shirt.
The last time he had seen her was when he had held her arms behind her back as his brother had stabbed her in the stomach with her own knife.
"Hey Sammy," She said brushing past him and then throwing the leather jacket over one of the cheap, motel chairs.
He just stood there, mouth open wide.
Lucifer had first resorted to using Jess, his lost lover back from his college days and now this. Ruby of all people, well, of all demons.
She was the one who had poisoned him; she was the one that turned him against his own brother. She was the one that he opened the cage for.
"What's wrong Sammy," She said sitting on his bed, "not happy to see me?"
Sam finally closed the door, praying to God that this was a dream. They were feeling more and more real as Lucifer liked to play with his mind.
She smiled back up at him and patted the small space next to her on the bed but he was still unresponsive.
She got up and pulled him onto the bed with her, stroking his arm as he still could not believe that she wasn't even two centimetres away, aching for his attention.
"You're not real," Sam said pushing her hands away from him.
"Sam," she sighed, "I am real. I'm as real as the knife that Dean killed me with."
He still couldn't push the feeling of doubt away. For months Lucifer had been playing him and enjoying every second. Did Lucifer think that this was the final step?
Sam pressed his wound on his hand; he knew it was useless as that tactic had stopped working the moment that he had let Lucifer in as a last resort to save his brother.
"That stopped working a long time ago," she said, moving his hands away from him and onto her hips.
She felt real to him, more real than the Jessica hallucination did when Lucifer had first tried to make him say yes to being his vessel.
She moved in closer, close enough to Sam could taste her breath on his lips when finally they touched her lips.
Sam had felt a hunger, no a need, that he had never really felt before. She pulled away from him with a smile spread across her face.
"See," she said kissing him again, "I am real."
He started making out with the demon when a voice crept into the back of his mind.
"Yeah Sammy see," the fallen angel said, "She's completely real."
Sam pulled away, only to receive a chorus of laughter from Lucifer, the fallen angel.