The Wall

Lucifer's Point Of View

"I have finally figured out a way to crack the Winchesters," I said, almost as if I was having an epiphany.

"What is it, Lucifer?" Michael asked, hopefully. He wanted nothing more than to get out of this convent and get to work. Michael had always been one for never being able to sit still; I believe the humans call it ADHD, but Angels couldn't be affected by mortal conditions or disease. Michael was simply fidgety.

"We might have to separate for a while, but it will be the most effective way to break the Winchesters," I laughed; to be honest, I couldn't believe that I hadn't thought of it in the first place.

"Tell me," Michael said.

"Well, because you are so opposed to violence, you will take Sam. Break the wall down that Death put up in his mind; if you can do this, you can break him. Having all the things that we did to his soul come into his mind will kill him. Me, I am going to take that piece of ass and her son that Dean seems to care about and break them. If we can do these things, we will have won!" I shouted, jumping up from my seat atop the alter.

"You can't be serious, Lucifer! Torturing a child? It's evil, even for you."

"Michael, you forget who I am. I am the Prince of Darkness, and I make my living off ripping apart souls and creating torture. Maybe you're right, torturing a kid would be bad, but making him watch as I torture his Mother will be enough to break Dean."

"I am fine with that, but please, for my sake, don't hurt the child. He has no reason to be included in this."

"Fine, I won't hurt the child. But only for you, Michael."

"Alright, so when do we start?"

"We have to start now if we want to have enough time to break them before our Father finds out."

With that, Michael and I said goodbye and parted ways for now.

Michael's Point Of View

Before I knew it, I was standing inside a dark house that smelled a lot like whiskey. I knew it to be Bobby Singer's house because, as my vessel informed me, he had been here before. I walked carefully so as not to touch anything other than the floor, and searched for Sam Winchester, but after countless minutes searching, he was nowhere to be found. So I searched the world using my powers until I found him; apparently, he was driving in that piece of junk old Impala. Making myself invisible, I made the car come to a halt, leaving Sam and Dean Winchester shocked.

"What's going on, Dean?" Sam asked.

"Hell if I know. I mean, the car should be fine, I just fixed it up!" he shouted, pounding the gas pedal to try and force it forward. Little did they know that I was there, but trust me, they would know soon enough when Sam exploded into a thousand tiny pieces.

I laughed silently before I made my way into the mind of Sam Winchester.

Sam's Point of View

"Sammie? SAMMIE?" I heard Dean calling my name, but I couldn't answer him. I was stuck inside my own head somehow, much like Bobby had been a few years before when a college kid had slipped him some African dream root. My mind was an empty field, and there was nobody there except me, at least for now.

I started to walk, looking everywhere around me to make sure that Lucifer had not somehow gotten into my mind, but I guessed that he didn't need me anymore; he was somehow able to walk the earth in his true form. There was absolutely nothing: no flowers, no animals, and no life except me. Suddenly, I heard a dark laughter coming from all around me.

"Who's there?" I shouted, my voice echoing.

"Winchester, Winchester, come out to play!" the dark voice said, still laughing maniacally. I was starting to get frightened. What if Death had come and decided to undo the wall in my mind?

"This isn't funny, man. No more jokes, show yourself!"

All of a sudden, I saw a bright flash of light and then Michael was standing before me. He was still wearing our brother, Adam, so I recognized him immediately.

"Michael."

"Sam, it's good to see you! Long time, eh?"

"What do you want, jerk?"

"Oh, calling me a jerk wouldn't be the best idea right now. Not if you want to live, that is."

"Give it a rest, Michael. You couldn't kill me even if you wanted to; you are too damn close to your father to disobey him like this."

"You're wrong, Dean. God's not here anymore." Then Michael disappeared.

I started to run, but before I could run too far, I ran into a wall. Michael was sitting on top of it, looking down at me.

"You see this wall, Sam Winchester? This is what keeps all the nastiness out of your head. It's the wall, Sam, the one that separates you from the Sam who was tortured in Hell."

"What are you talking about, Michael?"

"I'm going to break it down, Sammie. I'm going to let all the crazies back into your head, and I'm going to make you watch."

"Michael, you have no idea what you're about to do."

"Oh, I really think I do, Sam."

"Please, if you have any kindness left in your body at all, you won't do this."

"Stop wasting my fucking time, Sam. Your stupid little pathetic attempts at pleas mean absolutely nothing to me."

"BUT YOU'RE AN ARCHANGEL! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO SHOW COMPASSION, LOVE!"

"THAT PART OF ME IS GONE! YOU RUINED THAT PART OF ME WHEN YOU DRAGGED ME TO HELL!" And with that, Michael vanished, and the wall began to crack. Within moments, I would be done for.