E/O Challenge Word:
box /bäks/ v. – Fight an opponent using one's fists.
Spoilers/Warnings: none, just continuation of general dark topic
Disclaimer: Not mine
Word Count: 328...yet another triple drabble today
Fight the devil...fight the devil...you fight the devil every day. ~ Angelrage
Sam sighed, leaning against the hood of the Impala as he watched Dean through the motel office's window and waited for him to finish reserving their room for the night.
Dean had looked at him worriedly when Sam had insisted on getting out of the car while he waited.
"Why?" Dean had asked.
Sam had shrugged. "Just 'cause," he had answered and then had added, "Need some air," when Dean had continued to stare at him – but had left out the part about Lucifer having ridden between them the entire day, slowly suffocating him with his presence.
Speaking of...
Sam glanced to his right just as a fisted hand came to an abrupt stop in front of his face, mere inches from his nose.
Sam blinked on reflex, and Lucifer smirked – clearly delighted – before resuming his boxing routine; feet shuffling in the dirt...and yet leaving no mark.
Sam had already checked.
"C'mon, Sammy..." Lucifer taunted, throwing another punch. "Let's rumble, huh?"
Sam sighed, reaching for his arm – the arm he regularly cut – and squeezed hard; closing his eyes and swallowing against the resulting pain; the pleasurable pain.
"Alright, Sam. Let's..." Dean's voice faded as he exited the motel office and took in the sight of his brother leaning against the Impala.
Sam's eyes were closed and...
Dean narrowed his own eyes.
Was that blood on Sam's sleeve?
"Sam..." Dean called.
Sam startled, blinking rapidly as he focused on Dean standing under the parking lot lights.
"Yeah..." Sam responded hoarsely, hand still gripping his arm as it rested on the hood of the Impala.
Lucifer froze beside Sam, instantly realizing what Dean had finally noticed.
"Is that blood?" Dean asked worriedly, coming closer to the car and pointing over the hood at Sam's arm. "Are you bleeding?"
Sam said nothing, only swallowed against the lie that immediately rose in his throat.
Lucifer chuckled. "Ah..." he drawled and smiled as he came to prop against Sam. "The plot thickens...huh, Sammy?"
TBC
