Choose life. Choose Coca Cola. Choose our car insurance. Choose low fat spread over butter .
Everyone has a choice don't they? A right to choose what they wore in the morning, who they went out with, what they did with their lives. Everyone had free choice, everyone.
Everyone but Sam.
Seemed Sam had no choice. He had been told as much. He had stared down evil in the face, seen its soft eyes and gentle expression, seen how much it cared about him and now – now he had no choice but to surrender, surrender the one thing that he thought he still had.
Himself.
It was his own fault. He hadn't listened, had thought he was so clever, so strong and so true. He had thought he was doing the right thing, the good thing. He thought he was saving the world and instead he was damning it.
Now he lay curled up on a lumpy motel bed; shivering and lost. Lucifer's voice echoing in his head.
'You will say Yes to me'
Sam laughs, sound muffled under the sheets.
He isn't a fool; he knows how this has to go down. He made Dean promise once, made Dean promise when he was drunk and Dean was foolish enough to say yes to him.
It has to go down like that – he knows it now – and he knows that he will be doing the right thing that this is the only way, that – maybe at the end – his brother will forgive him and his brother might – just might – love him again.
Dean will, one day, be Michael's vessel and, on that day, Sam will say 'Yes' to Lucifer. He will let Lucifer in – then he will let his brother find him and – and then – then…
Dean will keep his promise.
And Sam will finally have something he lost so long ago.
A choice.
The End
