The young brother
There he stood. In front of him. Yet was he unreachable. And he felt so overwhelmed. And he smiled so bright his teeth were showing. And his eyes were welled up with tears. And his lung was empty of air. But Dean saw none of that. All Dean saw was Lucifer wearing his brothers meat. Dressed in a white suite. The color of innocence. He was the devil and white suited him.
Lucifer could feel Sam´s emotions. See his memories. Hear his thoughts. Now they were his too. Sometimes he felt as if, it were his own. And as odd as it was, he understood them. Sam had not seen his brother for years. And when Dean stood in front of him, his world brightened. Hope began to spread in him. After so many years, both the devil and Sam were able to smile. The devil reached out his hand. Dean but flinched away. Lucifer heard Sam´s silent cry. Felt his pain. Dean´s reaction felt worse than, being penetrated with a sword. Lucifer´s little smile turned to straight line. And his hand became a fist. Which he slowly let sink. Sam made him remember his own brother Michael. And how his big brother raised him. How he taught him. And how he turned his back on him. How he called him a monster. He would never forge, being called something so ugly. If only Dean could have been my brother he thought. I would leave Sam´s body. No. Dean would never agree. A pain so deep arose in him. That left him with nothing but jealousy of Sam. And a reminder of how much unwanted he was.
The end