Lucifer wasn't going to kill him but there was still the option of torture. They both knew that Dean wouldn't stop at anything to get Sam back and to be able to have the cards in his favor Sam had to be alive.
When Sam pointed out that Dean would have Lucifers son on his side and therefore he also had cards in his own favor he had then doubled over as his ribs were broken. But he couldn't help the small smirk at the knowledge that he was right and he had gotten under Lucifers skin just a little bit.
Then they ran into the angels of this world, all dressed like soldiers and speaking monotonously. They almost seemed to want to attack them but Lucifer snapped his fingers, more than obviously annoyed.
"This is a giant waste of time." Lucifer hissed, eyes tinted red. "None of the angels can help with this and-"
He was cut off by the arrival of another angel, Sam had been focusing on putting his ribs back into place but he did look up, wanting to at least know what the next adversary was going to be.
The man came forward, wings folding in the shadows behind him. He walked confidently and stared at Lucifer. "You should be dead." he stated.
"Eh… Okay. And who are you and what spaghetti western coughed you up?" Lucifer asked, annoyance clear in his growl. If anything his question made the man amused as he tilted his head.
:Don't you know me," he asked, his voice softening in what could almost be taken as mockingly lovingly. "Brother?"
Lucifer stared at him, the shock making the small pieces of grace disappear. "Michael?" he asked in disbelief.
Sam tuned out then, Lucifer was one thing and Michael was another. He hated the both of them, his Michael was still in the cage and therefore couldn't hurt him.
But he had thought the same of Lucifer and yet here he was just feet away from him.
Aware of eyes on him Sam looked up, arm wrapped around his chest as he tried to push his ribs back into place. Michael was staring at him and slowly started to walk towards him.
"Hey, hey, hey." Lucifer said, sliding in front of Sam. It wasn't even an attempt at protectiveness, it was always territorial. Lucifer always did feel like he owned Sam, even in the cage. After all, he had been his perfect vessel. "He's not important."
"Oh I think he is." Michael said, his eyes pinned on Sam. "You don't exist at all in my world."
Sam shrugged as best as he could. "Not my fault." he said.
If anything his answer seemed to amuse Michael. "I know who you are." he told him. "Who you were supposed to be."
He could feel Lucifers gaze on him, eyes narrowed and a snarl. He didn't care.
"That didn't work out in my world, thankfully." Sam couldn't help but add.
Michaels amusement was almost palpable. "Is the other one alive in your world as well?"
It took him a moment to realize what Michael meant by 'the other one' and immediately he said, "No, he's dead too."
"Liar." Lucifer said, coming forward. "He's just trying to defend his brother. His name is Dean and he's your-" whatever he was going to say was cut off as Michael whirled and slammed his hand against Lucifers chest, throwing him to the side as there was a sudden roar of thunder as the earth shook.
Michael turned back to Sam and smiled, reaching him. Sam didn't back away or blink, trying to bring himself up to his full height.
"This is interesting." Michael murmured. Before Sam could move Michael reached out and placed his fingers against Sams head, allowing the darkness to consume him.
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