Chapter 2
Sam can't move. This new cage doesn't have all the chains and meathooks that the old one had, but Lucifer does have his powers of telekinesis. He's keeping Sam pinned against the bars using that force as he used his trusty, rusty little razor to very carefully, almost gently, make neat rows of cuts up and down Sam's torso. They're painful but shallow and Sam knows that this isn't even half of what's to come. Lucifer had ordered Sam to take his shirts off just a few moments after Sam had gotten into the cage and Sam, out of fear, had obeyed. Lucifer hadn't taken out the blade right away, choosing instead to take a step back and assess Sam's body.
"You've lost weight", he'd noted, almost sounding concerned.
Lucifer had come closed then, and laid a hand on Sam's cheek. Sam had jolted back, or tried, but felt Lucifer's powers holding him in place. Lucifer's hand traces down Sam's face to his bare neck and then travels down to land on his anti-posession tattoo, finger running over the intricate pattern.
"Pretty, this. Too bad it won't work on an angel. You're going to be mine again soon, Sammy."
Sam's neckhair stands on end. He's trembling, tears pooling in his eyes again. Lucifer leans in, close enough that his lips are brushing Sam's ear.
"In more ways than one, bunk buddy."
Sam shivers violently, his eyes clenching shut, his throat working. Lucifer leans back and continues slicing casual lines into Sam's chest. Sam thinks of Dean, of the phone call, and hopes (prays?) for his brother to come.
Dean, meanwhile, is driving, speeding frantically back to the bunker. He's calling Cas with one hand, clutching the wheel with the other. On the third try, the angel picks up.
"Dean. What's the matter?"
"Cas, I need your help. Sam- Sam is in Hell. With Lucifer. I need you to help me get him. Please."
"Sam is with Lucifer? Dean, how did this happen?" Castiel sounds shocked.
"I'm not sure. Crowley and that bitch Rowena must've taken him to Lucifer and he's grabbed him somehow."
"You mean you weren't there? What happened?"
"I- I got sidetracked. Look, it's a long story but the gist is that I need you to help me find him. We're gonna start by summoning Crowley and getting him to take us to Sam. I need you to grab the stuff for the ritual. It should all be in storage. I'll be there in half an hour."
Dean hangs up before Castiel can ask him more questions that make him want to implode with guilt. But he knows the angel is right. He should have been there to stop this from happening. But no, he was making out with Amarra and listening to her ramblings. If he'd have picked up, Sam wouldn't be in Hell with the asshole that tortured him for centuries.
"FUCK!", Dean all but growls it and angrily throws his cellphone to the side.
It bounces of off the window and lands harmlessly in the passenger seat. Sam's seat. Dean pushes the pedal to the floor.
