A/N: This is the last chapter of the story, and keep in mind, the ending is far from happy and there's a major plot twist. But no character deaths, so you don't have to worry about that.


Sam was in a storage room when he came to. The lighting was dim, and there were shelves upon shelves of medical equipment crowding the space. He was handcuffed to one of the metal units in the center of the room, one wrist on each end so that his arms were spread out. He pulled against his restraints, testing the sturdiness of them. The metal shelving didn't even move, and a quick glance down showed him that it had been screwed into the floor, probably to keep it steady. His jacket was missing, and the sleeves on his blue and white plaid shirt had been rolled up.

Someone cleared their throat, and Sam jumped, looking in front of him. A tall man with dirty blond hair and blue eyes leaned against the door, and Sam wasn't sure why, but he instantly found him attractive. His jawline was magnificent, his cheek bones were gorgeous, and Sam realized he wasn't wearing anything at all. Unable to stop himself, his eyes traveled his toned body, and then he realized what was going on.

This was the incubus.

It suddenly felt like Sam's right forearm was warming up, like he was holding it near a fire. And then red hot agony poured over his skin, and he grit his teeth against a scream. It felt wet for some reason, but when he twisted his head to look at his arm, it was fine.

That was nearly enough to make him start screaming entirely.

Then that pain left as the feeling of water being poured over him ceased to exist, and now there was just a dull burning ache. For now, the incubus did nothing, which confused Sam, he just watched. Was he doing this? But that didn't make sense. What he was feeling now was nothing sexual.

What's happening to me?

He grunted, closing his eyes and leaning his head back, as he felt one slash on his arm and then another. The first was near his wrist and the second the inner part of his elbow. Each slash went all around, one end meeting the other. His upper lip trembled as he tried not to cry, his throat hurting immensely. His heart was pounding, the blood rushing in his ears, and he was so scared, more scared than he'd ever been in his life.

And then it felt like his arm was being torn to shreds.

Sam did scream then, his body arching, and he struggled to get out of his restraints.

He wanted to cry out for help, but he knew the incubus would do nothing to help him. The demon, though a sexual being, might even be enjoying this. All demons were sadistic in one way or another.

His arm started going numb, and he was able to stifle his screams enough to speak:

"Where's… agh! Where's Audrey?"

"I am Audrey," he answered, coming down to crouch beside him. He ran his hand over Sam's arm, must have known that was the one hurting by the way he looked at it.

The pain was still there, the terrifying numbness, and cold, so much cold that froze him in the wake the fire left, but his fingers brushing against his skin felt so good his whole body went slack, and Sam wanted nothing more than to feel that touch all over.

"But in this form, I prefer to be called Luke," he went on. "I'm a demon, Sam Winchester."

"How did…"

"Oh, it's obvious. You walk into town, dig into a case that seems unlikely to be solved, then come to confront me with that demon killing knife of yours. Your tattoo did help give it away as well. I may not be the type of demon you're used to dealing with, but talk gets out. I know of the Winchesters, and I know you're one of them."

"So… So if you can shapeshift, what are you?" Sam asked.

"A succubus, an incubus, whichever you prefer, really," he answered softly, taking his face into his hands, wiping some of his sweat away.

Sam struggled to get away even as he felt pleasure radiate out of Luke's hands and into him. He wanted more of it, wanted to be filled with it, wanted…

No, no!

"I can shapeshift, gendershift, alter the sexual effects I have on your mind. That last part was very fun, 'cause you, you're more dominant, aren't you?"

Sam just frowned at him, and then wrenched his head out of his grip as the tearing in his forearm ran lower, to his wrist. Numbness and cold still followed, but it felt like someone had jabbed a blade into him and was now ripping and pulling.

"Look at me."

The pain stopped immediately, and Sam felt all of his muscles relaxing as Luke roughly grabbed his head to make their eyes meet.

Sam didn't like looking into those eyes. They were filled with warmth, but warmth that sought to take him against his will, that sought to violate him. But did it really matter? If this was Audrey, she'd already done so much to him.

No, it did matter 'cause now he was fully aware of what was happening and he didn't want it. He probably hadn't even wanted it before, but thinking about that grew too confusing.

"Even as a woman, I made you submissive. All the lore says that succubi seduce men and get fucked by them, lie underneath them. That idea that women have to be submissive is just so incredibly sexist, so I thought I'd mess around with your head a bit, change the way you like things. And you did like it. You loved it."

Sam swallowed roughly, feeling like he was going to be sick. He was starting to shake now.

And there was no way to argue. Even thinking back to it now he was filled with pleasant, blissful warmth.

Luke let go of Sam's hands and started unbuttoning his shirt, and that was when Sam realized he'd forgotten the white t-shirt he'd been wearing underneath, had left it at Audrey's place. He spread the shirt open and then ran his hands along him.

Sam felt familiar, delicious pressure in his pelvis, heat and desire twining through his body, making him feel so full of it that he ached. A moan left him as he leaned into his touch.

"Wh-where's Dean?" he panted out.

"Another floor, another supply closet. Doesn't matter really. I'm going to kill him, after I kill you. I was going to kill you earlier, outside the bar, but gosh, you're fun. I decided to take my time with you, eat from you a few times just to really enjoy it."

"And Dean?"

"Oh, your big brother I fucked yesterday afternoon. Such a good boy. Opened his legs for me right away. Just as you're going to."

He rubbed his thumbs over Sam's nipples just as he opened his mouth to tell him to stop. But instead, another moan came out, and he involuntarily arched his hips upwards, dying to be touched.

Luke chuckled softly, and ran his hands down to tug at his belt in a teasing manner.

"Yes," Sam breathed, even as his mind screamed no.

The rational part of him felt like it had chains wrapped around it, holding it back, weighing it down, and though it wasn't gagged, its voice was very, very far away so Sam could barely hear it. But he was screaming inside, wanting to break free; that much he knew.

Luke slowly undressed him, starting with his boots and his socks, and when he got to his belt, he ran his hands all over the prominent bulge in his jeans first, making Sam whine. God, Luke was gorgeous, and his hands were nice and large, and Sam just wanted out of his clothes!

"P-please," he gasped out. "Please."

"Please what?"

Sam grunted, pulled at the handcuffs holding him. He didn't want this, right? The incubus started undoing his belt, and that's when he decided that he really, really did. Or maybe he hadn't decided it. Luke had decided it for him, he thought. Sam had never wanted a man like this before, had never felt himself aching from him, his blood boiling, his cock thick with desire.

He still wasn't undressing him, and it made Sam growl.

"Undress me already," he begged.

Luke smiled at Sam and it was the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen. He was happy that Sam wanted this, and it made warmth spread throughout his chest, glad that he could please him. He undid the button and zipper on his jeans, and then he was sliding them off his legs, along with his boxers. Luke did his best to run his hands over him as he did so, and it made Sam shiver.

"Too bad I can't get your shirt off," he commented once he shoved Sam's pants aside and settled in between his legs. He grabbed the handcuffs around his wrists, and to do so he'd had to put his face extremely close to Sam's. Sam wanted to reach up and kiss him, but he wasn't sure if Luke wanted that. He hadn't told him to do that, so he'd stay still for now, but his mouth was open as he fought with himself. "These pesky handcuffs are in the way," he finished.

"Th-then take them off."

Luke reached down and tapped him on the nose. Such a simple innocent gesture shouldn't have had the power to make him start writhing beneath him, but it did.

"Can't do that. You're strong, Sam. Stronger than my other victims. I can't take the chance of you escaping."

Sam looked up into his eyes, telling him what might've been the truth at that point: "I don't want to escape. I want you."

Luke leaned against him, holding himself over him with one hand against the metal shelf Sam's head rested again, and with the other hand he was trailing his fingers gently over the inner part of his left thigh. Sam closed his eyes and let out a long moan, bringing his leg to the side involuntarily. It felt as if pleasure was digging deep into him from this, nearly burning, and he wanted more, wanted it till he couldn't take it and he was screaming, wanted it till he'd lost his voice from screaming. But it felt too good, and he already couldn't stand it. Moving his leg to the side opened his legs for Luke, exposed him even more, and his stomach muscles quivered with excitement.

"Good," he praised, his voice low and rough with desire that made Sam tingle. "Very good."

A throaty moan left Sam as he ran his hand upwards. So close, so close! But still he didn't touch him in between his legs. He seemed to be enjoying touching his thigh for now.

"I'm going to be rough with you, Sam."

Sam groaned at the very idea of that. He'd never had sex with a man before, but he could guess how everything worked, and dear god, did he want it.

"You would like that, wouldn't you? You liked when I was rough earlier as a woman."

He nodded, licking his lips.

Then Luke was kissing him and Sam instantly forgot how to breathe. His lips seemed to warm up from feeling his against him. Luke's lips were soft, but his kiss was abrasive. It was nearly hard for Sam to keep up, to push back against him, to show that he wanted him.

More, more, more…

He wanted out of his restraints, wanted to hold Luke, run his hands over his body. Oh, but he loved being restrained. Luke could do absolutely anything to him, and the idea excited him, lit up his brain as much as the kiss did. He pulled at his bottom lip with his teeth, and Sam opened his mouth for him. Luke pulled away for just an instant, just to lick his tongue over him, and then his tongue was dipping into him languidly, and Sam exhaled into his mouth.

God, he wanted Luke, wanted him to use his body till he couldn't walk anymore.

Then Luke was touching his cock, pumping him with a fierce grip, and Sam shuddered. He was unable to kiss back anymore, was too taken in the throes of pleasure, so he just let Luke have at his mouth. The incubus was moaning into him just as Sam was, his tongue claiming territory that had already been thoroughly explored earlier. Heat washed through him along with fiery tingles, which traveled through him, from his lips, down his throat, deep, deep, down into his cock, which was twitching from the treatment it was receiving. Luke's hand felt so wonderful on him, so, so wonderful. He wanted it to stay there forever. And he wanted his tongue to stay in his mouth forever. He pressed his lips against his again, and through the haze of sheer bliss clouding his mind, stealing control from his limbs, he kissed Luke back. His warm lips against his was nearly enough to drive him insane when paired with the way he was now pumping him strongly.

Luke did eventually pull away, even took his hands off of Sam, and stood.

Sam pulled at his restraints, trying to follow, and a whine climbed up from his throat.

"Don't go!" he cried, thinking Luke was going to do just that, that he was going to leave him like this, unsatisfied and so full of want.

Luke was searching through the scrubs that must've been his when he was Audrey. They were discarded off to the side. He pulled out a pocket knife, and switched the blade up. Fear froze itself along Sam's spine, but the ice was soon melted by the heat of arousal.

"What's… what's that for?" Sam asked, having a hard time getting the words out. He could barely understand what was going on at this point. Just knew that Luke wasn't touching him and that he needed more.

"Well," he began, tapping the flat of the blade against his palm as he came back over, "I admit I find myself a little unprepared. Don't have everything I need. I was thinking I could take it from you."

Sam had absolutely no idea what that meant, but he nodded his head anyway, as if he understood.

"Do it," he told him.

Luke smirked. "Hmm… So willing. So gorgeous all spread out for me. You know, most of the men I fuck aren't this good looking. Well, your brother, he's certainly up there with you. He was a joy yesterday. He likes getting spanked. Did you know that? He told me himself, and I was hardly influencing him at that point. What about you? What do you like?"

Sam frowned, not liking that he was being asked to think about anything. And he did have to think about this. There wasn't anything in particular that he liked, just…

"I like pleasing my partner," he answered.

"Then please me by lying still," he responded, getting in between his legs again.

Before Sam could respond, the knife was drawn across his abdomen, and he let out a cry of pain from the sharp sting of it. The knife went deep, but he didn't worry about it. He simply tensed and waited for it to be over, wanting to please Luke.

He was smiling at him, and it made Sam feel really good. Knowing he was doing what was wanted of him seemed to fight the pain, and his erection didn't even go away. In fact, he might've gotten harder.

Luke pulled the knife from him, hot blood pouring from the wound. Then, after placing the knife aside he grabbed his legs with confidence and determination making pleasure shoot through Sam in a wild torrent till he he grew light-headed. But still, he watched what he was doing, curious about all this. The incubus did something then that Sam didn't expect. After placing his legs over his shoulders, he brought his hands down and dipped his fingers into the bloody mess on his abdomen. A jolt ran up from his toes at that and his cock began spitting precum. It was beautiful to watch his fingers run through his blood, getting coated in them. Absolutely beautiful.

When he deemed it was sufficient for one reason or another he brought his hand lower. For a split second Sam thought he was going to touch his leaking cock, maybe fondle his balls as if they belonged to him, but instead he brought his soaking fingers to his rim.

"Fuck," Sam exclaimed as he ran his middle finger along his rim in circles. He was tingling delightfully, his nerves going into overdrive since he had never been touched there before.

Then that thick finger was pushing into him, and a loud cry left Sam's mouth. It was a feeling he hadn't known existed, not even with all that had happened to him in the shower the day before. This was more real, more fantastic. Then that finger touched something inside him and he let out a choked scream. Pleasure traveled in an arc from deep inside of him to his cock, and Luke was stroking him, and it felt so good that Sam started crying. He was unable to keep the tears at bay. It felt so good it hurt, and he wanted to die just feeling that. The pleasure seared his nerves till they were screaming, and Sam nearly started begging for mercy, but he needed more.

Luke's finger left him, and more tears fell. Then he was being stretched even more, and it started hurting. Looking down he realized Luke had put three fingers in him, getting his body used to this. Now he thrusted his fingers in and out of him, not hitting that spot every time, but Sam didn't care because he was touching him. He was in him. And he wanted his cock in him too. His cock looked big. Not as big as his, but a more than decent size, still long and thick. His insides throbbed at the thought. This position was beginning to really pull at the muscles in his back and his legs, but it was beyond worth it.

He wasn't sure how long the incubus spent stretching him out. Sam was too lost in all of it, but he had gotten used to the sensations a bit, had gotten himself to stop crying.

"Where are those tears of yours, Sam?" he asked as he positioned himself at his opening. "I want them."

So Sam started crying again as he began pushing into him. His body wanted Luke so badly, was so completely relaxed, that him entering him didn't even hurt. The blood must've helped too. The demon just slowly slid into him, filling him up, making Sam scream. When he was buried to the hilt in him he leaned forward and licked the tears from Sam's cheeks, making him tremble, his mouth open as he cried out. His tongue was splendid, his cock was splendid. Bliss overtook his mind, making Sam feel pleasantly feverish. And then Luke started thrusting.

He wasn't gentle with him. He pulled out and then thrust into him with bruising force, and then he kept doing it, and Sam arched into him as much as he could, loving the way his ass was getting pounded. With each thrust he brushed against his prostate, and Sam could barely stand the feeling. The pleasure in his body, his mind, was violent now, tearing through him, burning, claiming, till it owned him. He was drowning in it, being torn apart by it, eaten. Nothing else mattered besides this. Luke was hot against him, inside him, his skin nearly scalding to him compared to that of a woman's. He was kissing him again, biting his lips roughly, and then he was marking up his face and his neck. There was nothing Sam could do but scream.

All his muscles started tensing, and he felt so unbelievably close. Luke reached down and started pumping his cock again, and now Sam couldn't even scream, couldn't breathe, just stared up into Luke's hungry, blue eyes in awe. His stomach muscles were quivering now. So much pleasure filled him that it was too much to handle, and he'd be happy if Luke killed him right then and there. And then his insides were clenching around him, there was pressure just beneath his balls, and pleasure jolted throughout his entire body so violently it was as if it had stabbed him. And it kept stabbing him, over and over, thick, ropy spurts of cum shooting out of his cock.

And Luke was still moving his body against his, still pumping him, forcing his body to stay aroused, and it hurt. Oh god, it hurt! He didn't want him to touch him. Even his lips against his jaw hurt. Sam started screaming again, and Luke ran his tongue over him to his ear, and growled, letting him know that he wasn't done with him yet.

This pain broke Sam from his psychic hold on him, long enough to gain a semblance of control over himself.

He was trembling fiercely and shaking, each touch bringing torment that he didn't know how to get through.

But he did, and he did something he wished he'd had the control to think of earlier. It was difficult with Luke still touching him, still plowing into him like he had been before. Or no, not exactly as he had been before. He was being more violent with him, and now he was biting his ear. Sam shouted as quickly as he could, words bleeding into each other:

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, ergo draco maledicte, ut ecclesiam tuam secura, tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos!"

He wasn't sure how he'd gotten through it without Luke stopping him, or even actively trying to. He thought after a few words he would've placed his mouth over his again to eat his words.

Now that he'd done what he had to he started slipping into that warm blissful embrace again, letting it fill him just like the agony of over-stimulation did.

But then he realized something.

It hadn't worked.

Luke was still there, still touching him, still fucking him like he was practically trying to beat Sam like this, to kill him. Sam cried out, pulled at his restraints some more. It just hurt! But it felt so unbelievably good. But this wasn't right, none of it was right. The exorcism should've worked.

Oh god, why didn't it work?

Luke went at him even harder, their skin slapping together, and he tugged at his cock as if trying to rip another orgasm out of him. And then the incubus was cumming inside of him, and it was hot, burning for the first second, and Sam couldn't stop screaming, and Luke was growling, biting his neck, his head tilted so his teeth were around his throat, and it choked him.

Luke pulled out of him and let go, allowing Sam's legs to drop back down to the floor. And then he was smiling, caressing Sam's face, placing some of his sweaty hair behind his ears.

"Hang in there, Sammy," he murmured, his voice changing slightly, lowering, becoming less beautiful. His appearance changed, too, becoming something he found horrific. "I'm not done with you yet."

Sam's stomach sank, his heart skipped a beat, ice gripped his soul, and adrenaline shot through him so quickly and powerfully he was tingling from it.

Red eyes that glowed like the very fires of Hell bore into him as his surroundings dripped into non-existence like candle wax. There was darkness, and Sam's eyes didn't have to adjust, as if they'd truly been seeing it the whole time. Lightning flashed, and he felt metal beneath him and against his back. Still, he remained handcuffed, and his forearms were numb and on fire all at once.

Lucifer.

Sam was shivering now, and moaning out his despair, not understanding.

The Cage.

He was in the Cage.

No, no, I'm not in the Cage. I'm not.

"Send me back!" he shouted at the Devil. "Send. Me. Back!"

Dean, gotta save Dean. The incubus… The incubus is gonna kill him. Dean. Where's Dean?

He looked around for his brother, and he couldn't find him, and it was like his heart had been torn from him.

"Send me back!"

Fingers were underneath his chin, lifting his head up. Luke's fingers. No, no. Lucifer's fingers. Lucifer. Oh god, it was Lucifer.

Sam started dry heaving even as Satan wrenched his head up towards him. His stomach was empty, so nothing came up.

Blood still flowed from the wound in his stomach, his own cum was splattered on him, and Lucifer's cum and his own blood were dripping out of his swollen rim. His entire body was covered in sweat. But even if none of that was on him or in him he still would've felt just as gross as he did now, just as tainted, just as tarnished and ruined and destroyed.

"There is no going back, Sammy," he told him. "It was always… just… me."

At those words, blood from his stomach came up in his mouth, and he choked on it. It coated his lips and dribbled down onto his chin.

Instead of letting go of him in disgust, Lucifer leaned forward, licking the blood from his chin up to his trembling lips and then he kissed him roughly. Sam screamed into his mouth, tried pulling his head back, but there was nowhere for him to go and Lucifer's grips was tight.

He pulled away from him, licking at his reddened lips, and then he was caressing his body, his cold touch burning through him.

"See, I wanted to make you think you were out of the Cage. All those moments where you felt pain, or that time you were taking a shower, that's when I was, well, I was messing up a bit. Oops. You're hard to control, and you don't go down easy. You were fighting with me even when you didn't know it." He pointed at him vaguely as he went on, "Oh, and sorry about your arms. I just had the need to skin 'em, you know?"

Sam twisted his head to glance at his right forearm, the one that had been hurting earlier, clenching his jaw as he saw the skin was completely missing, and he was bleeding profusely. The awful thing that was natural human curiosity had him looking to the left, with the same result.

All of it was difficult to wrap his mind around.

The Cage. He was in the Cage.

His memories were flooding back to him, as if finally being released from wherever they had been held. Saying yes to the Devil in Detroit, Lucifer killing Castiel and Bobby, trying to kill Dean, Sam jumping into the pit. All the torture and the rape and the screaming. And cold. So much cold. Cold in him, on him, breaking him, ruining him.

But now he had memories from what Lucifer had done to him. Audrey, Luke, Dean.

That would explain the times Dean had ignored his issues.

They hadn't been real.

No, no.

Dean hadn't been real.

Still, Sam had to ask.

"Dean, he… He didn't actually get raped, did he?"

"Nope, your brother's topside," he answered. "Maybe with that slut Lisa and her son of a bitch Ben if he listened to you."

Sam growled at him for his insults, and that earned him a stinging slap in the face. Then he felt the hot flow of blood from his sensitive cheek.

The fallen archangel grabbed Sam's jaw with one hand and with the other he began to stroke his hair. Sam wanted to cry from how horrible each touch felt.

"Now, that last part," Lucifer went on, drawing closer and leaning down so his lips were near his, "that was real as I'm sure you're aware. I inserted myself into your consciousness, decided to play the part of Luke to get to fuck you when you were compliant. And what a good slut you were. So willing, so needy, so delicious. I know I messed up in the beginning there, let reality bleed through. Almost ruined the moment for a bit, but with a little focus you were all mine. Then again, you were mine to begin with, weren't you? You were mine even before the day you were born. Sam Winchester, the Boy King, the boy with the demon blood, my vessel."

Then he kissed him, and still, Sam wanted to go back.

He wanted to go back to Luke fucking him to death. He wanted to die. Wanted a way out. But he was already dead. And this was Hell. This was the Cage. This was Lucifer.

There was no getting out.

Sam was eternally damned.


A/N: Hope you enjoyed the plot twist and this story. Thank you guys for reading. I swear I love Sam. And if you're reading any of my other stories and you're wondering about the progress of them, you can always check out my profile. I try to keep it updated with how far along I am with writing the next chapters. If you do want another Sam-centric story that's perhaps less intense and sexual than this, I recommend checking out my story Deathless. It's still incomplete, but I'm working on getting close to the end. And if sexual stuff and consent issues are more your thing for your reading material, maybe check out Three Birds, One Stone. Dean is in that one for real. Or if you want a story with Jack that's pretty dark, maybe The Sins of Heaven. And I'm sorry for all this self advertising. Just got a lot of stories.