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"What is it that does it for you Sammy?" Lucifer asked as he paced the cold stone basement, a predator circling its prey. "The wings or the dick?" Lucy asked as he conjured a fake Gabriel, on his knees, wings spread, nearly all the golden feathers were gone and Gabe just looked destroyed. "Because his wings aren't in great shape and that dick, well, let's just say he won't want to be touched anywhere, let alone down there." Lucy laughed.

"You're not real." Sam said weakly clutching his aching cranium.

"But you know what is real, Sammy darling? The hurt I'm giving you. Look at him Sam. Look at Gabriel. He gave his life for you. He's gone Sam, and it's all...your...fault."

"Shut up!" Sam screamed.

"Just give me an answer. Wings or dick. Maybe the hair? Or-"

"He makes me laugh." Sam said weakly as he finally brought himself to look at the completely wrecked image of Gabe. Thick manacles chafing his delicate wrists and neck. His golden hair singed to the scalp in some places, his wings just leathery blood caked appendages with sparse feathers dangling precariously. His golden eyes found Sam, hollowed and dead, no light, no fire, and no smile.

"I will take away everything you love until all that's left is me. And you will love me. And you will accept me." Lucifer said. "Now, little brother, I'd like you to take this knife and drive it into your throat." Lucifer said handing the illusion of Gabe a knife.

"Stop! Please!" Sam screamed grappling to take the knife away.

"Sammy, you know not to interrupt a show." Lucifer said smiling maliciously.

"This isn't real." Sammy mumbled desperately to himself as he shut his eyes.

"While this little act is a bit less than reality, Gabriel's death was very much real." Lucifer said softly putting a hand gently on top of Sam's head comfortingly.

"If you want someone to love you, this is not how to do it." Said a teasing voice.

"I did not give you permission to do this." Lucifer said waving dismissively at the newcomer.

"And I did not give you permission to touch my human." The voice took on a harder tone and Lucifer's hand was removed from Sam's head. The sound of a scuffle reached Sam's ears despite the fact that he was covering them with his hands as best he could. "Hey kiddo."

"You're not real." Sam murmured.

"I'm as real as you are. Sorry it took me so long. Had to find the best chocolate in all of time and history."

"I don't believe you." Sam said keeping his eyes shut.

"You don't have to. That's not what I was actually doing. But either way, I'm going to take you home. Dean's been worried sick."