Sam swallows, eyes flickering around the room of the tunnel. Look anywhere but the Devil.
Lucifer grins, palms up to the side, tilting back and forth like a scale that can never balance.
Side with the Devil, or die?
"Whaddya say, Sammy? After all, I am giving you a choice."
They both know that is not true. No matter what, Lucifer gets to Jack. And Sam loses.
Lucifer glances back down the tunnel, shining the flashlight and watching the snarling vampires try to cross invisible barriers. Brainless things. Sam doubts Lucifer even pities them.
Sam looks the Devil in the eye. He thinks this is the last time he ever will.
"Yes."
The Devil smiles, although it doesn't quite reach his eyes. What does reach his eyes is evil. Malice. The promise of torture and pain beyond imagination. Sam remembers it all.
"Excellent."
And the world disappears in the burning-cold light of the Morningstar.
Sam takes slow, slightly stumbling steps into the campsite.
There are quiet gasps from everyone. How is he back, I thought he was dead, they whisper.
But the angel's gasps are not from joy, nor shock. They are ones of horror.
Jack smiles, ignorant. He is blind to the truth.
Sam turns to the nephil, grinning. His eyes glow a bright red, red like blood.
And they know that is Sam no longer.
The Devil smirks, speaking with a silver tongue that spits out dangerous truths.
"Hello, son."