He hit hard ground, releasing a groan of pain. Sam lay there, assessing his body to determine if any damage had been done to him. He was surprised that nothing was broken; he'd just have some pretty nasty bruises.
Sam rolled over onto his back and looked up. There were silver bars above him, overlapping like a cage, and beyond that was a void.
A few moments passed as Sam awaited the onslaught he'd surely receive from Lucifer. He took deep breaths as fear engulfed him.
Nothing happened.
It was then that Sam realized he was all alone in his head. He was about to rejoice, but then grunts of pain met his ears. Sam sat up and eyed the other two men in the cage with him. Michael and Lucifer. Out of the two of them, the man with the dirty blond hair and scraggly beard scared him the most. Not to say that Michael didn't frighten him, just that his brother was much more terrifying.
In the fiery light that ringed the cage and spilled inwards Sam could see that they were just starting to lift themselves off the ground, their gazes locked. Sam saw hatred in their eyes. A hatred so feral he wished he could disappear.
His presence in that cage felt obvious to him all of a sudden. He felt too large, like a giant boulder amidst an open field.
Scrabbling backwards toward the edge of the cage caused more of a racket than he wanted it to. He held his breath, but the two angels still hadn't looked his way.
Slowly, Sam edged around the cage to a corner. And there he waited, hugging his knees to his chest in the hopes of making himself smaller.
He watched as Michael stood, eyeing the cage frantically. He tilted his head upwards and began to shout. "Father! Father, get me out of this cage!" When nothing happened he yelled forlornly, "I'm your favorite! Your most loyal son!"
Sam's gaze flicked to Lucifer as he snickered. He was kneeling, brushing his shirt of nonchalantly.
"Give it a rest, Michael. Father doesn't care."
Michael whipped around and he grabbed Lucifer's shirt, lifting him to his feet. He slammed Lucifer back against the cage, rattling the bars in the process. Sam hoped they were too distracted to notice the corner where the sound was muffled.
"He does," Michael snarled. "He does!"
"Then why are you still in here?"
With a growl Michael turned away from him. Lucifer just straightened his clothes as if this was nothing new to him. Then again, he'd been used to arguing with Michael for thousands of years, and the prison they were now in was more his home than the Earth above, or even Heaven.
"It's your fault I'm in here," Michael said as he began pacing. "It's your fault this prison exists."
"No," Lucifer responded calmly, "it's our father's fault."
"Father loves me," Michael snapped.
Lucifer sighed and his eyes roamed the prison. Sam gulped when his gaze fell on him. Lucifer smiled.
"Hello there, Sam," he practically crooned.
Michael turned to see whom his brother had addressed. Sam frantically kicked himself backwards against the bars as Michael's eyes turned dark.
"You!"
Sam cried out as Michael lunged forward, and he squeezed his eyes shut. But no attack came. Hesitantly, he opened them and saw that Lucifer had him in a headlock.
"Don't touch my vessel," Lucifer said, his voice so dangerous and cold that Sam shuddered.
Then, he released Michael, who eyed Sam with anger before walking to the far side of the cage. His view of Michael became blocked when Lucifer stood before him.
"No," Sam murmured as he approached.
That did nothing. Lucifer was still coming towards him, and then he knelt down beside him, reaching out a hand. Sam shied away from him, but there was no escape. He shook with fear as Lucifer began to run a hand through his hair. Sam felt bile rise into his throat.
"It's alright, Sammy," Lucifer said softly.
Anger flared up in him, along with disgust, and outrage, when he heard the nickname Dean had given him said in Lucifer's cold voice. Through gritted teeth he addressed him, "Don't call me Sammy."
"Why not, Sammy? Because I'm not your big brother?" He then took on a serious look that somehow managed to mock him, made him feel like a child. "Is it because I'm Satan?"
At that, Sam got up the courage to spit in Lucifer's face. He didn't wipe it off, and instead grabbed Sam, choking him. He leaned in so close that Sam could smell his breath. The smell of burning fleshing made Sam gag amidst his gasping for air.
"That courage of yours is impressive," he whispered. "The two of us are going to have so much fun together, Sammy."
Sam's lungs ached and his vision blurred before turning black.
