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BloodyRosie: Yeah he's sweet in his own psychopathic way :)
This wasn't the first time he'd broken; just the first time he wouldn't be fixed. Jess. Dad. Dean with only one year left. The mystery spot. Dean in Hell. Lucifer. Dean pushing him away. By the time Dean was back and… Sam couldn't be fixed. Glue couldn't hold shut cracks the size of the Grand Canyon, and it couldn't fix him.
Sam stared blankly at the wall, hands hanging loosely at his sides, not caring that it was covered in books he once would have killed to read. The whole room was someplace he once would have loved to in. Comfy chairs and couches, wall to wall books. It would have been perfect in another life.
Or if there hadn't been the flash of movement in the corner of his eye, the next demon reporting for guard duty.
He froze, not daring to turn and look at the new guard walking into the room. The demon was clad in the body of a curly haired female child. Sam could half remember the voice from before, when he was half unconscious from exhaustion, and being shoved into the room.
"Samuel Winchester." A high pitched child's voice trilled. "You shouldn't be in this room."
Sam hunched, as much as a giant of his size could, ignoring the dead child standing behind him.
"Are you still refusing to talk?" It giggled, "The boss will be back soon for you. Will you still refuse to talk then?"
Once again Sam refused to reply; staying silent to the questions of the supernatural parasite.
"Lucifer will be so sad." It sighed, before moving to sit on one of the lounge chairs in the room. Scooting backwards on the couch, it smoothed out its dress before. "He's so busy these day, and not even pleasant company to come home to. Raising the Horsemen can be so difficult."
"What?" Sam finally looked away from the bookshelves to stare at the tiny demon filled body. Even in his apathy, numbness, something like the horseman would make him stand at attention.
"Oh!" The demon made a mock surprised face. "So you can talk." Bright blue eyes of the original owner faded into a murky greenish white, cupid bow mouth stretching into a sharp shark like smile.
"The Horsemen?" Sam took at step back towards the demon. "What are you talking about?"
"You're not the only goal He has." Mouth closed with a smug grin as it watched him. "There is an apocalypse going on, you know." It sighed, pulling up the body's feet to look even more childlike. "That's His job; you are just a pet, a possession, something to pass the time with."
"But…" Sam sat down heavily in one of the lounge chairs opposite the demon guard. "I'm not… he can't."
"Lucifer?" The demon started giggling bright green eyes showing again. "The Father of Lies can't do something? Have you informed him of that Samuel Winchester?"
Freezing in his chair, Sam thought back to the few conversations he'd had with the devil, trying to think past his overwhelming numbness. He hadn't seen the devil since Lucifer had found him by the roadside motel in the rain.
"What does He want from me?"
"Oh? You don't know?" The head leaned sideways to prop it's head on a dainty fist. "I'm sure he must have told you something."
"He said he'd never lie to me…" Sam started uncertainly, trying to remember short conversations he wasn't all there for. To dreams and car rides. "That he'd protect me."
"He's probably lying to you. Father of Lies." It shrugged one shoulder, sighing as if in disappointment. "On the other hand, the truth can hurt so much more than any lie He could come with." A slow toothy grin spread across the demon's face, milky green eyes showing through the dad blue again.
"Where is Dean anyway?" It leaned forwards lips starting to split, "Shouldn't big brother be here? Protecting you from the big bad demons?"
Closing his eyes, Sam focused on breathing, ignoring the happy looking demon. The pain currently wrenching through his chest was nothing new. It was his own fault loosing his own brother to his…
"It's too bad you're His. You smell delicious."
"Sam looked up at the creature, no emotion escaping his dull, lifeless eyes.
He jerked upwards, feeling the power gathering. Getting closer to him, could feel the sudden presence in his being. The demon across from him, gave another wicked toothy smile
The Devil. Morningstar. Father of Lies. All names for one creature, evil beyond imagination.
"Lucifer."
The ultimate demon was still clad in the unassuming looking blond man. Almost forgettable, even with the stench of smoke and brimstone following in his wake. He nodded at the child sized demon, before turning to Sam with a soft, gentle smile.
"Sam." He looked honestly happy seeing the hunter. "I hope you are feeling better."
There was a long silence as the fallen angel and the demon watched him. But Sam stayed silent, refusing to speak to the father of demons.
"He's playing the mum little mouse." The small demon finally said, giving Sam a reproachful look. "I think a hellcat has his tongue."
"Thank you for watching him, Beelzebub." Lucifer said…
The demon inhabiting the little girl's corpse curtsied at Lucifer, before turning a smug smile at Sam when he gasped over the name.
"Beelzebub?" Sam whispered, staring the tiny demon that had been guarding him.
"They call me Lord of the Flies," It grinned, eyes the sickly green of putrefaction, and fluffed it's dress. "That's a bit mean don't you think?" It curtsied one more time at the human and fallen angel before it shifted, dissolving into a swarm and vanishing.
Sam watched, amazed as one of the so called princes of hell vanished. Then he realized he was no alone with the undisputed King of Hell.
Lucifer was watching him with dead blue eyes, face blank from emotion.
Sam backed up quickly, near tripping as he moved behind the chair he had been sitting in, to lean against the bookshelves. Hands grasping at the wooden shelves.
The devil cocked his head, face never changing as he watched Sam, attempt to meld with the wall of books. Instead Lucifer sat down, much like Beelzebub had before, a little stiffly for a soft couch, but thinking quite carefully appeared.
"Samuel Winchester." Lucifer sounded out slowly, "Sam."
Sam stared somewhere in the vicinity of Lucifer's chin, shoulders hunching up to avoid nodding, and half wondered why Lucifer was acting so stiffer than before in the rain. And decided it was his imagination.
After all, the devil being nice would probably be very bad news.
"I would like to be nice," Lucifer observed quietly, "But I do not think you would accept my help"
Sam flinched violently, tearing away from the wall of books and backing into the corner farthest from the devil. Both at Lucifer's words, and the idea that the devil could read his mind.
"I would not have to read your mind if you could be trusted to protect yourself." Lucifer pointed out reasonably.
"You're the devil," Sam whispered brokenly, turning his face half into the wall, "You don't know how to help."
"Maybe not," agreed the soft voice, sounding so much closer than it should be. "But I will help you." A heavy, cold, hand came down on Sam's shoulder, nails gripping before subsiding and just holding, warning him that Sam would not be leaving.
Sam shuddered at the promise in the devil's voice.
"I don't want your help," Sam told the wall pressing his fists into it, "I just want Dean back. Want to be with him."
"I don't see that happening Sam." The devil said carefully, raising one eyebrow where Sam couldn't see. "If he could forgive you, wouldn't you already be together again?"
Shuddering, Sam pushed his head against the wall, pushing his shoulders up, trying to shrug off the hard hand.
"I'm only trying to help you Sam,"
Sam froze feeling the breath from Lucifer's words on the back of his neck. Hysterical laughter bubbled up in the back of his throat at the idea of Lucifer, the devil, trying to help him. Sure he was acting nice and helpful now, but would he stay that way? Could the fallen angel even understand what helping was?
"Does it matter what the help is, as long as you are helped to move on?" The words whispered against Sam's neck.
Sam pushed against the wall, trying to hit Lucifer, stumbling backwards as the presence against his back vanished, falling hard to the floor colliding with the couch. Sam lay dazed, where his head had hit the bit of couch on his way down.
The silence stretched, before calm footsteps slowly stalked towards Sam. He opened his eyes to look at Lucifer's "almost" concerned face.
"Sam," The devil leaned down holding out his hand. "Just let me help you. I'll make all pain, all your fear go away."
Staring up at him through tear filled eyes, Sam stayed still, just watching the devil. Lucifer had done nothing he hadn't already said he would, had acted, just as he said he would.
And yet… Sam weakly took the hand, to tired, not wanting to think anymore, just wanting to fall back into that tired cloud of apathy.
"Oh, Sam." Cold stony, skin pulled the human up before dropping him back on the couch. "You don't deserve what's happened to you."
Sam sank down into the couch limply, the hard hands staying in place on his shoulders, keeping him down.
"Tried to be so good, but you are thrown aside for the brother that cheats, lies, whores, even murders his way through life."
"Don't talk about Dean, like that." Sam hissed, trying to pull away from those hard hands.
"Of course not, Lucifer agreed, pulling Sam back. "You stayed loyal; you didn't throw your brother away because he made mistakes trying to save you."
Sam shook his head, trying to block out that insidious voice, whishing he was back in the pouring rain outside that crappy roadside motel. Where the rain had hidden tears.
"I am sorry, Sam, but your part isn't finished yet." The hands moved, brushing Sam's hair tenderly back away from his face. "Just let go, don't think about it." The Devil's voice was almost whimsical, "I will keep you safe, from everything, I will protect you."
Sam thought back to the hunters, the ones that had held that woman, his fellow bartender, hostage trying to make him drink the demon blood to get their revenge. To become a tool for their revenge against demons.
"I won't." Sam took a deep breath, trying to focus enough to say what needed to be said. Lucifer seemed to understand, he at least stayed silent and not pick the question out of Sam's brain.
"I won't hurt… the innocent." Sam finally managed.
"I would never ask you to." Lucifer replied calmly, one cold hand slipping around the human's, Sam's, jaw. Tilting the head back until Sam was forced to meet the Devil's eyes.
"You are mine, Samuel Winchester." The Devil said slowly, clearly. "I will ask nothing that you cannot give. I will only do what is best for you, what will help you move on."
The hands released Sam, Lucifer walking away, towards the door Beelzebub had exited through.
"Wait," Sam choked out, lying limp on the couch.
The Devil stopped, one hand on the doorknob, but half turning to look at Sam properly.
"Why," He asked again, when Lucifer did nothing but watch him, Sam continued "Why would you help me?"
Lucifer smiled slow and long. Sam couldn't place the emotion behind that smile, even as he stiffened and the chills started running down his spine.
"Why shouldn't help you?" The head cocked, "Your place in the apocalypse has not yet ended." The door was opened and Lucifer vanished through it like smoke, his last words drifting back on the wind. Hitting Sam like bullets as he felt consciousness leaving.
"I told you Sam. You are Mine."
Beelzebub was back when Sam next opened his eyes. He was still in that same library, the hunter noticed, lying curled on the couch which seemed to have stretched to make extra room for his height. A warm, fuzzy, blanket had been draped over him, covering Sam from chest down, it's mate spread across Beelzebub's lap.
The demon prince was ignoring him, intent on the gaming console between it's hands.
"Is that a game?" Sam asked, busy struggling out of the blankets hold.
"Yes." It didn't glance up, too caught up in fierce concentration with the game.
"You're a prince of hell, why?"
Beelzebub growled, tiny music escaping were heard in the silence, beore it finally walked the game in irritation. It finally looked up at Sam as it let the console drop into it's lap.
"Human's are animals," The demon shrugged ignoring Sam's face. "But every animal has some few good points. I will enjoy what they come up with no matter how pathetic the species is."
"We're not animals," Sam growled back, gripping the blanket in both fists. "We're humans, we think, we love-"
"You hate, you fear." Beelzebub shrugged again, looking amused. "Any animal does the same. I think no less or more of you than any other animal."
It stood abruptly, blankets and game vanishing as the room started stretching around them. Sam fell backwards as the couch vanished, wind still pushing him back more, into what bookcases were lef, the screaming of thousands of insects echoing around the room.
"We are not human." The thing was buzzing, "Not a demon that was once human, but wholly inhuman."
Just as abruptly everything was normal gain, Sam was back in the couch, and it was a small dress standing in front of him, not the huge hulking shadows made from thousands of demonic insects, a thousand screaming voices.
It sat back in it's seat, blanket and game returning as it grinned at the unadulterated fear in Sam's face. "I choose to do what Lucifer asks. There is no reason to male you suffer when there is no need yet."
Sam was quiet for a long time, half thinking on what the creature of nightmare's had said, and half panicking at the pure power The Beelzebub had shown. When he finally spoke the thing was once again entrenched in it's game.
"What does Lucifer want with me?"
"Does it matter? It should be interesting at least." The thing frowned, tiny head tilting to one side. "We get bored easily, but Lucifer always make's things fun."
Sam shuddered at the thought of what Beelzebub would find fun, and how Lucifer would cause it. He was also thinking that the 'we' Beelzebub kept referring to did not include 'human demons'. Though given the thing's swarm like nature, the 'we' could simply refer to itself.
"You are thinking too loudly, Samuel Winchester." Sharp white fangs grinned, buzzing winged objects just behind the gleaming white. "Lucifer will be back soon, think then."
"It's hard to think around him." Sam muttered.
Beelzebub rewarded Sam with a look, asking if he was an idiot.
"Human's can't comprehend; you see what you can accept, but nothing more. Even then it can be difficult for you things."
"But…" Sam struggled, "demon's need to be in a vessel."
"Human demon's need to be," Beelzebub corrected, giving Sam a flat look. "I have never needed a vessel, or used one."
"But, even angels need them."
"Wrong. They just like to pretend to play fair." It laughed. "They're the 'good guys' right? Need to play by the rules, otherwise they're the same as us right?"
"They don't need to?" Sam whispered, thinking of Cas and the burnt out human.
"No, it makes us weaker you understand? The do it to 'protect' the poor hapless humans from their 'glorious visage'." Something dropped from the creature's mouth, and Sam could only wish it was sarcasm. "I don't know of any 'true demon', or Fallen that would bother. Even among those that sympathize with humans."
"You're not in a vessel?" Did that mean Lucifer wasn't in a vessel?
"Whatever you see is your imagination."
Sam stared at the tiny girl that didn't exist apart from in his head.
"Does Lucifer…"
"Have a vessel?" It grinned, finishing the hunter's question, buzzing louder. "That seems like something you should ask him."
"Who knows, maybe he wants you as a vessel."
"Sam…"
The hunter blinked, looking upwards at the Devil. Sam had gotten lost in a book Beelzebub had tossed at him, trying to hut the human up. Hard to imagine he could miss the Lord of the Flie leaving and Lucifer arriving.
"I have news about your brother. Lucifer half smiled at Sam, sliding into the chair opposite him again.
"Dean?" Sam jerked straight, heart clenching.
"Yes," the Devil leaned forwards. "Apparently an angel showed him a possible future." Lucifer yawned, "Now he's trying to find you."
"Dean wants' me back?" Sam looked exited, the pain starting to lift from his chest.
"In a way." Lucifer allowed, "He wants you where he keep an eye on you. Apparently you did something bad in this future."
Sam flinched.
"Your brother's an idiot you know, nothing is certain. As a psychic you should know." There was amusement in the Devil's eyes. "I wonder what he saw that makes him so sure you can't be trusted by yourself, without him keeping you in line?"
"It doesn't matter," Sam held tight to the book, not meeting the coldly amused eyes. "He wants me back, I need to go."
"Sam…" The Devil gave him and odd look. Not quite pitying, but not amused either. "He gave up on you, remember?" And you came to me."
Sam gasped, breath heaving in his chest, looking up into those eyes.
"I said I will protect you Sam, keep you away from the ones that hurt you the most."
Sam shuddered, hearing the words curling underneath Lucifer's pretty speech. Even if I need to break you first.
"Dean doesn't hurt me," Sam denied softly, "He protects me.
"Yes Lucifer agreed easily. "Is that because he is your bother, or because he doesn't trust you?"
"No, he just-"
"You'll see him again, Sam. I understand the need to see one's brothers again, no matter what they think. But not until you are ready."
"I'm fine!" Dean needs me!"
"Sam-"
He hit the wall hard, head bouncing, gasping as Lucifer appeared inches before him, one icy hard hand locked around Sam's throat, holding him in place.
"Do I need to break you first?"
"Sam gaped at Lucifer, gasping as his thoughts were repeated, trying to get the air to reply.
"Everything I do, dear Samuel, will make you better. Yes it will hurt, but you will be better. You are mine and you will not leave."
"I'm not!" Sam shouted, struggling as the hand pulled back somewhat, before he was shoved harder back into the wall blackness and spots burst into shape before his eyes.
"You accepted my protection, Samuel Winchester." For the first time the Devil grinned, sharp shark like teeth beaming bright, with hunger in his eyes.
"Welcome to your new life."