Deanmon X Lustiel 3
"Dean." Sam was barely able to even whisper the name.
"Shut up Sam." Deanmon had been sitting there for a good 30 minutes, listening to Sam's constant moaning, why Deanmon didn't just snap his neck when he had the chance, he didn't know.
"Dean, wha, what's 'smatter?" Sam's words were very slurred, his tongue felt like it was three times to big and blood from his nose and busted lips had run down his neck and was starting to drip onto the floor.
"Shut up Sammy, I mean it!" Deanmon was not going to sit there, and listen to this human wimper about how it wasn't to late to save him.
"Dean."
"SHUT UP!" Deanmon growled at Sam, how did he not get the message the first time.
"No, Dean, this, this isn't you," Sam was hardly able to breath any more, "I know it's not, you, you got to understand, it's a disease, Cas, Cas is..."
"I don't care that Cas is dead, or that I'm not human! And personally, I like the disease!" Anger pounding through his veins, Deanmon snaps the chains holding an arm down.
Sam watches, horrified as his brother pulls at the other chain, snapping it only seconds later. Deanmon reaches down and rips the shackles off his ankles.
Picking up the chair, Deanmon goes to the edge of the trap, and uses the legs to scratch any amount of paint off.
Struggling to find a knife on himself, Sam sees that not only is this not his brother, but that he would most likely kill him the first chance given, same as he did Bobby. And with only rope, chains, chairs, and bear hands in the room, Sam was sure if Deanmon was to kill him, it would be slow.
Throwing the chair aside, Deanmon takes a careful step over the paint. When nothing happens, he turns to look at Sam.
"Dean, listen to me," Sam was panicking. Deanmon walked over to Sam, black eyes burning," we can cure you."
Reaching out, Deanmon grabs Sam by the neck, lifting him and the chair up together.
"What makes you think I want to be cured!?"
"dean... you don't need, nee... n"
"What's wrong Sam," Deanmon glared at him, feeling Sam's pulse get weaker and weaker by every beat, "demon got your tongue?"
"You know, I've always liked a bad pun." Turning his head but not loosening on Sam, Deanmon saw that Lustiel had returned.
"What do you want?" Sam's eyes were closed, heart beat almost gone.
"Yeah, about earlier, I do need Sam, you see, angel power needs a boost soon, and I thought that starting the apocalypse with Sam would be just the, perfect amount of irony."
"Starting the apocalypse, are you serious?" Deanmon was still holding Sam up against the wall, grip unmoving.
"Do you mind? Please, Sam is kinda important, he's the most likely to try and stop me, and, this is just more poetic, don't you think?" Lustiel raised an eyebrow at Deanmon, he didn't want to have to go kidnap a different human, just a bothersome waste of time.
"Sure thing," smirking, Deanmon let Sam go. Thudding to the floor, Sam gulped air back into his lungs, remembering nothing more painfully sweet.
Before Sam could fully recover. Deanmon punched him in the face. "For old time sake Sammy."
Tears welling up in his eyes, Sam looked down, determined to not let them see how hurt he was.
"And uh, what is the point of this, apocalypse?" Deanmon tiptoed his head and took a few menacing steps towards Lustiel.
"Well, I need to get Dads attention somehow, he's not just going to waltz into any trap I set." Lustiel was taking a huge risk telling this to anyone, but if he was going to get him on board with this he was going to need to share some details.
"A trap, what do you mean a trap?"
"Ahh Dean, even though you are the most powerful demon around, you still have your limited human intellect. A trap, set by, well, let's say a hunter. Why do hunter set traps?" Lustiel waved a hand in the air, motioning at the trap that wasn't there, "to catch something, most likely to kill, the thing they trap"
Taking a step back, still processing the fact that Satan himself called Dean the most powerful demon, he was very startled of what he had just confessed.
Seeing the confusion in Dean's eyes, Lucifer took a step forward, mocking the apparent lack of a brain.
"You know, killing dear, old dad, getting revenge, becoming the most powerful celestial being in all existence, you know, a normal quite Sunday afternoon thing"