This story, inferni angeli was inspired by a prompt, 'spiraling into demise'.
The fall to hell took much longer than expected. Actually, descending took no time at all, but when you're falling to what will literally be your final resting place—especially when that place is full of evil and every dark thing you could bring your mind to conjure, and then some—your brain stretches it out, prolonging your descent to madness. This wait, this duration gave Sam time to think about his predicament, and in the time, he thought three things:
The first was this—death was unfortunately painless. He knew that he should be burning, screaming in pain after what he had done, but he wasn't, and needless to say, it sucked. After watching his own fist connect with his brother's face time and time again, he should definitely be feeling more pain than the agonizing guilt that filled him from the soles of his shoes up. In some ways, he convinced his body to feel pain, telling himself that he hit his head, or he was bleeding profusely. It was nowhere near the fiery pain that he wanted to coat him like a warm, too warm blanket right then.
Second came a far less coherent thought, something that had been nagging at the back of his mind for a while, something he didn't quite understand. The second thought was pity. Pity, not only for himself, for Adam, for Michael, but for Lucifer, the angel that had cast himself away from his God because of love. He pitied the heavenly being for being so confident in his God's love for him that he would destroy the human race because of it. It saddened him, almost, that God would cast away his child so easily for simply being jealous of a creation that He had made no notions of loving less than His originals, the angels He claimed to love so dearly. It would be painful to have your father cast you so desperately aside, thought Sam, and it made him sorry for Lucifer all the more, because, in the dark recesses of his bitter mind, the angel still loved his God, his Father, his creator, and in knowing that, it made Sam hate God all the more for casting such love aside.
His third and final thought before hitting the metaphorical ground in hell was for his brother, and it went something like this: 'If I ever get back up there... Dean's going to kill me for being so absolutely stupid.'
After his body crumpled to the bottom of the cage meant to trap an angel, he remembered one last thing.
'If I haven't killed him already.'
Fin.