Chapter 1: Arrival

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Darkness. All Sam could see was darkness, all around him. He was falling, and falling fast to what he could only assume was the deepest part of Hell. Although he was just falling with Adam a few moments ago, he was nowhere to be seen.

Sam could only hear, and what he did hear he wished he hadn't. The high pitched whistling of wind breezing past his ears, the crackling of what could be fire or bones, and what was worst of all was the pounding noise of horrifying screams. The screams of what sounded like every tortured soul in Hell, becoming louder as he fell farther down to his destination: The Cage.

His speed was increasing so rapidly that he no longer had control of his body, and he was turned on his back so that he was looking up at what should have been the hole he just jumped into, but had already been sealed over so that daylight was not seeping in.

Eternal blackness still, and the wind became so powerful Sam felt like his spine was going to snap at a moment's notice. This continued for an agonizing amount of time, exactly how long Sam was not sure. He soon fell, and with a bone shattering force that made him unable to move. His back and head took most of the fall, and they ached tremendously.

It took him a minute to realize that the screaming had stopped. Either that or somehow The Cage had soundproof walls so that the screams were not heard once inside. The silence was probably worse than the screaming though, an eerie feeling rising in Sam's body along with the shocks of pain and all around fear.

Sam managed to roll onto his right side, trying to grab his bearings and get a feel of where he was at. This couldn't be The Cage, could it? He expected a more torturous-dungeon like place filled with screams, not a quiet place by himself like he would prefer to when visiting a library or while doing research for a hunt.

The fall had left him with some serious damage to his spine, so he began to half crawl half drag himself away from where he had landed. The only thing he could hear was his shagged breath and he continued to move, though he didn't know where he was trying to go.

Suddenly there was light that filled the room that Sam now saw was quite large, about the size of a football field. The walls and floor were grey, no furniture or any kind of object that he could see.

"You come here often?" says an all too familiar voice from behind Sam, who quickly spins around to see Lucifer standing about 15 feet in front of him with a bit of a grin, obviously enjoying his witty remark.

"You.. stay away from me!" Sam calls out to Lucifer hastily, inching back from the fallen angel.

Lucifer's grin turns into a flat line as he gingerly moves towards Sam. "And hello to you too! That back isn't feeling too good, huh?"

"Don't get near me," says Sam in a rushed voice as he fails at trying to back away.

"We can't have a conversation if you're 50 feet away from me, now can we? As far as this relationship goes, I feel like I'm the only one making an effort here," Lucifer jokes as he plants his feet on the solid grey tiling of the room and crosses his arms over his chest.

"There is no 'relationship' between you and me. You've jumped into my body, killed Bobby and Cas with my own hands, and beat the shit out of my brother! So as far as any relationship goes, if we had one, this would be a pretty shitty one."

A chuckle escapes the Devil's lips as he responds "Fair enough. I see the humor is not lost in you, Sammy. That's good to know, because if I had to be stuck in here for all eternity again, it would be a big pain in the ass if it was with a snobby, uptight jackass who can't appreciate a good laugh. As for us not having a relationship though, I believe you are wrong. You and I are one and the same, Sam. That's why you are my true vessel."

What is he playing at? "Why are you even talking to me? This is The Cage. I thought you would be angry with me, already hands deep into ripping out my lungs by now."

A heavy sigh comes from Lucifer, followed by "Well, I am extremely angry with you. You did, after all, ruin my plan of finally fixing the world from all the destruction those filthy humans have done to it. I'm not going to ruin the surprise, but you are on the right track with the torture. You will pay for what you have done, but I thought I would put that off for the moment. Proper introductions and all, I thought of showing you the place first!"

"Are you joking? You can't be serious! Showing me the place first… you really are quite the character."

"I'm serious about the tour; I would imagine knowing your surroundings of where you are going to spend eternity is something to know about. Here, I'll show you what all I can do here."

Lucifer then walks past Sam, his back towards him, and mumbles something he can't make out, and suddenly the grey walls and floor turns into a large, abandoned warehouse. Then to a black room filled with snakes, the desert, and then to what looks like a basement filled with chains, hooks, and shackles. "This is just the beginning, Sam. This is my territory now, and you will stay here under my rules. I wish it didn't have to come to this, but I must make you suffer for stopping our plan to fix the world."

"YOUR plan, not mine," Sam states as he stumbles to stand up, facing Lucifer. "Well, shall we get this show on the road then?" he asks Sam with a low, rumbling voice. He doesn't wait for an answer, and with a snap of his fingers Sam is chained against the cold, hard wall that he is facing. "Now, how should I start this…? I apologize for my lack of preparation; I didn't think it would ever come to this."

A snort comes from Sam unintentionally. "Go to Hell. Oh wait, we already did." He can't see Satan's reaction, but he can hear the soft chuckle from behind him, followed by dead silence for so long Sam thought he had somehow escaped. Out of nowhere his jacket and shirt are ripped off, followed by sharp pain in his back which Sam could only think of was hooks digging into his skin. "Sorry about the fabric, I hope it wasn't your favorite," he whispers into his ear. It's all Sam can do not to cry out in pain, he doesn't want to give Satan the satisfaction.A few hooks later he can't hold back, and yells out as he feels blood trickling down his spine. "That's what I wanted to hear. Now let's get started."

Several more hooks, whips, knives, and some kind of burning liquid later, an exhausted Sam is clinging to the wall, trembling, covered in sweat. "Well this is getting boring for me. How was it for you?"

"Couldn't think of a better way to pass the time," Sam sputters as blood trickles from his mouth.

"You haven't seen anything yet. I suppose I'll give you some time to yourself while I plan out my next torture for you."

A bitter Sam replies, "Oh, how generous of you."

Lucifer's footsteps fade as he walks away, to God knows where, and Sam sags against his shackles on his hands and ankles as he breathes heavily to himself. The hooks are still attached to him, and his entire back and upper arms are raw with pain because of Lucifer.

And this is only the beginning… That felt like days. What have I gotten myself into? How do I escape this time? No… no, I don't escape this time. I had to do this to save everyone. I made my decision.

I hope it was worth it, big brother.

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