I don't own supernatural or any of the characters. This is purely fan fiction and fun.

18+ warning for the majority of the future chapters; viloence, language, SamxLucifer, Lucifer!SamxCrowley more to come.

- Set in S11E9

After Sam enters Lucifers cage and makes a deal with him to stop The Darkness, Crowley and Rowena are left in suspense as the cage is closed in a dark shroud.

"So what do you say cowboy? Upper bunk, lower bunk, or do you wanna share?"

Sam's brow furrowed and his eyes widened with the realization that it was his own foolishness that got him into this mess. Dean doesn't know where he is, and unless he has a quick fix to get him out of this mess he is up shit creek.

"Apparantly the boys needed some alone time. Bang up job executing that spell mother"

"Sonny boy, you of all people should know, nobody's perfect."

Rowena scoffed as Crowley glared at her.

"Your little goof could cost us all very dearly...I was bored of my title it's true, but I didn't expect to get fired so soon."

Sam unintentionally backed himself into a corner in a panic. Looking around for this supposed crack that Lucifer communicated with in the cage; A way out, a way to stay alive.

"Why so frightened mouse? I thought we had a deal?" Lucifer stared Sam down, a hungry predator staring down his first meal in ages.

"I won't do it! I'll fight you!" Sam's heart was about to explode out of his chest as the fallen angel slowly aoroched him.

"Oh, playing hard to get. That just makes this more enjoyable. You look a little rough around the edges since our last rendezvous, maybe I can help you relax a bit before we begin."

Sam felt the weight of the sudden realization, what Lucifer was going to do to him, it hit him like a freight train.

"Ah, and click goes the lightbulb. Now you see, now you will feel." Lucifer gestures his hand and slams Sam into the shrouded walls of the cage, the inky darkness clings to his body pinning him in place like a science experiment.

"Don't do this you sick bastard!" He knew deep down calling out would be futile. Whatever Lucifer did to shroud the cage made sure nothing was coming in or going out, unless he wanted it too.

"Now now, that's enough of that. I haven't given you a reason to start yelling. Yet."