Part One Description: So I noticed that there are tons of Samifer stories that insinuate Lucifer torturing and raping Sam in hell, but none with direct detail as to how it all went down. 'Til now! Bear with me for the first part, yes, they are direct quotes from the show. Enjoy!

Oh, the full title is "A little piece of Heaven (In a big ass cage in hell)" Thank you to all my readers, and a special shoutout to My BFF Jill and his girlfriend Jesse! Also my big sister! Wouldn't be here without 'ya guys!

A LITTLE PIECE OF HEAVEN

(IN A BIG ASS CAGE IN HELL)

"Hey, assbutt!" Castiel calls to Lucifer and Michael, distracted by Dean's rantings about needing his five minutes alone with Sam. Castiel lobs a molotov in Lucifer's direction, and for one quick moment, he is concerned it was aimed at him. It lands on Michael and Lucifer soon realizes that his big brother is gone.

"Castiel, Did you just Molotov my brother with Holy fire?" Sam hears his own voice, but the tone and pitch are unfamiliar. He attempts to come to, and open his eyes, but it feels like there are 40 pound weights holding them down. "No one dicks with Michael but me." The voice speaks again.

Sam reaches out behind the darkness. He stretches his arms wide, desperate to hold on to anything he can find. He struggles and fights, as hard as he can. He pries his eyes open, wide enough to see through the darkness. He sees Dean, perched lazily on the front of the impala, and screams Dean's name. Nothing comes out of his mouth. He sees Cas, throwing a bottle his way. He stretches out his reach farther, desperately trying to return himself to rightful owner of his own body. He sees his own hands, his own arms, bludgeoning his own brother to death. He hears his brother call out to him as his own hands land another punch to Dean's left eye. He sees the army man in the ash tray. Flashes, bright flashes appear across his mind. Laughing with his brother. Drinking a cold beer with him. Millions of memories containing the very man he was beating to death. And that's it. He's been pulled out of the darkness and he's in control again.

"It's okay, Dean. It's gonna be okay. I've got him." Sam looks at his brother and pulls the four horseman's rings out of his back pocket. He throws them, and the portal to hell opens up like a purple black hole to nowhere. Sucking in the grass and surround area with it. Sam takes one final glance at Dean. That was the easiest way to say goodbye with no time on your hands. Dean's face saddened and he gave a slight nod. That's when Sam hears Adam calling his name.

"Sam! It's not gonna end this way! Step back!"

"You're gonna have to make me!" Sam fights Lucifer to regain control, and Sam stays strong, fighting the urge to give up.

"I have to fight my brother, Sam! Here and now. It's my destiny!"

Sam looks over to his bludgeoned brother and knows what he has to do. He takes a few deep breaths and opens his arms wide, preparing for the fall into the pit. Adam grabs him but the shirt collar. They fight for purchase, and instead fall together. Sam hits something hard and is knocked out.

"Saaaammmmyyyyyy.." Sam is groggy, and he hears his name being spoken in a sing-song voice. High and loud, yet not an unfamiliar sound. "Wake up, Saaammm." He hears again. He tries to rub his hands into his closed eyes, but his hands are jerked backward with the sound of clanking metal. Sam is alarmed, and his eyes shoot open.

"There's my Sam!" Lucifer appears before Sam, in his old meat-suit, only not a spot of decay on him. Lucifer is hunched over Sam's collapsed body, and smiling. Sam looks around and sees his hands, bound by metal shackles. He can feel something tight around his neck, and he assumes it's another shackle judging by the coldness.

"Oh shit." Sam thinks, the words appear too loudly on his now worried face.

"That's it, Sammy. Open them peepers wide for me. Guess what? We're in hell. And now, I'm gonna make it…" Lucifer takes a step forward and pauses between each word that comes out of his mouth next. "your…own… personal…hell."

Lucifer almost gets a running start before lunging at Sam and landing a particularly powerful blow to Sam's stomach, making Sam cry in pain. He begins to cough, and notices blood spewing from his mouth.

"What do you want from me?" Sam screamed around the blood, swirling it to the other side of his mouth before spitting it out on the floor in front of him.

"You, Sammy?" Lucifer placed his hand on his non-existent goatee and stroked it eagerly. "I don't want much." Lucifer pulled Sam to his feet. "Maybe just to torture you until the end of time." Lucifer backed up and opened his arms up wide. "We are in the pit, after all! When in Rome, I guess…"

A knife appears in Lucifer's hand and he holds it up to Sam's face. Sam examines the blade as Lucifer chuckles a deep, hearty laugh. Samuel Winchester is scrawled across the blade in a script font. The knife has Sam's fucking name on it. Lucifer takes the blade from his face and drags it down his chest. Lucifer tucks the blade under the very last button on Sam's shirt and pulls, taking the button with it. Lucifer began to hum "Sympathy for the Devil" as he worked. He continues to rip the buttons out and tears open the shirt, revealing Sam's bare chest. Sam huffs a breath as the cold blade scratches the sensitive skin of his stomach. Lucifer stopped humming, and looked Sam dead in the eyes.

"Pleased to meet you." He said calmly, and tilted his head to the side. "I hope you'll guess my name." his focus returned to Sam's chest, "But what's troublin' you…" he slid the knife across his skin, "is the nature…" Lucifer flipped the knife and dragged it roughly across Sam's skin, causing the skin to curl up around the wound. Sam looked up, trying his hardest to swallow the scream building up in his throat. "of my game."

Sam refused to scream, much to the devil's dismay. There were a couple close calls where the sound erupted into his throat, but Sam just clenched his teeth as the sound gruffly passed his lips. Lucifer had been cutting him for hours now, and the open wounds stung. Eventually there was no more room left on Sam's chest, so Lucifer sliced off Sam's pants, leaving Sam in his underwear. Sam looked over at Michael, still knocked out from the fall. He wished he had some help.

Lucifer looked displeased. He knew the younger Winchester was tough, but damn. Even Dean screamed during torture. He stared at Sam, tapping the bloody knife against his lips, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Why won't you scream? Everyone does it. Jump on the bandwagon, Sammy." Sam grit his teeth together, he glared stoically at the knife. He was becoming okay with the sting and searing pain it brought. Lucifer brought the knife to Sam's throat, pressing the dull blade into the soft fleshy lump of his adam's apple.

"Maybe I should just slit your throat, huh? Do you know what would happen if I did?"

Sam tried shaking his head, but stopped himself when he felt the sting of the blade.

"You'd come right back to me, Sammy. All one piece. Stitched back together so we can start all over again. "Lucifer lowered the silver weapon, bringing it into Sam's hip, threatening to slice his femoral artery instead. "Or maybe I'll just bleed you dry. But don't worry, Sam. I'll lap up every drop."

Sam clenched his hands into fists. He was sure the chain around his neck was at least a foot long. So he clenched his teeth and prepared for impact. He threw his skull straight into Lucifer's nose, making him shrink back in pain.

"Owww, you shit! That hurt… my feelings." Lucifer said sarcastically, then winded his fist back, and punched Sam's lights out.

Sam was in the darkness again. God, he hated this. He would rather be tortured by the devil than sit in this darkness. He felt himself lying on the ground, with a sharp pain to his cheek. This was red, hot, searing pain, unlike the dull pain he felt before. He heard something. A sizzle?

His eyes shot open. He looked around and saw the devil sliding a red knife down his cheek. His eyes filled with tears, unable to stand the pain. He finally finally screamed out. Lucifer's mouth dropped and he held his hands into the air. It was like this was the first scream he had ever heard.

"Leave him alone, brother."

Sam heard a dark voice creep up from the corner of the room, coming from Adam's body.

"Why would I, Michael? He's so…fun. Quiet down now, or I'll slice you up again."

Michael backed himself back into the corner and tucked his knees into his chest.

"Up there? That's your world. But down here? I can do anything I want. I've been the ruler for eons. The morning star, the devil himself. And I'm just getting started." Lucifer leaned over and got close enough to Sam's ear, looking over to Michael. "Now that we got you screaming, should we give 'im a show? I can make you feel things…" Lucifer licked the shell of Sam's ear. "feel things you wouldn't imagine."

Sam wondered what he meant. He couldn't mean…

"No…" Sam whispered, finally realizing Lucifer meant raping him.

"Yeah, Sammy. Like I said, your own personal hell."

Lucifer takes the knife and runs the dull side down Sam's already sliced open cheek. Sam winces and almost screams at the pain, but decides to hold back. He's not giving this piece of shit the satisfaction. Lucifer places his hand on Sam's chest, holding the knife in the other. He leans over Sam and licks the blood from his right, red cheek. It stings, and Lucifer's tongue is sharp and icy cold over the tattered skin. Lucifer stands straight and looks at Sam's distressed face, already knowing the answer to his next question. Lucifer leans over Sam and licks Sam's earlobe before whispering "What should I do next, Sammy? Huh? Any suggestions?"

Sam turns his head away from the devil's touch, and right into the blade pointed into his cheekbone. Any amount of pain was better than this kind of torture.

"Don't you think he's had enough, little brother?" Michael stood up and swiftly stared up into Lucifer's eyes to look at him. "You have won. You don't have to take his pride, too." He took a deep breath, and realized that inside Adam's body, he couldn't do anything.

"I took his pride away months ago, brother. I've been anticipating this situation. Waiting for it. And every night, I replayed my revenge in my head. Step by step, how I would humiliate and bring our little Sammy here to the point of begging for me to kill him." He took his hand and placed in on Sam's limp skull, twisting his fingers in Sam's long hair. "Would you like that, Sam? If I fucked you into an oblivion?"

Sam didn't embarrass himself with a reply. It didn't matter what he said. It was going to happen. The only thing he could do was make it miserable for his 'bunk buddy.' Sam did the only thing he could do. He lifted his head, stared as straight as he possibly could with a chain around his neck, and spat in Lucifer's face with a twisted look on his face.

"That's enough, Lucifer!" Michael shoved his hands into Lucifer's chest, pushing him back into Sam. "You leave the human alone, you monster."

Lucifer pushed his arm into Adam/Michael's neck, cutting off the oxygen his meat suit deeply depended on. "Michael…" Lucifer spoke calmly, furthering the force he applied on Michael's windpipe. "You should be quiet. There are all sorts of things I can do to your boy, too. You might be next, big brother." Michael's face became red with both embarrassment and lack of oxygen, and he gave a simple nod before Lucifer released his neck. Michael gave Sam a sullen nod, and he rubbed his neck where his younger brother had just had his fingers digging into it. Sam nodded back at Michael, trying desperately to thank him for his efforts. Michael returned to his previous spot in the corner, wrapping his arms around his face and pulling his knees up to his chest once again. He didn't like what his brother was doing, and he certainly didn't have to watch.

*Plays dramatic music*

Dun Dun Dunnnnn!

Poor Sam! D:

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