Epilogue

Pages: 6.5

Word Count: 2,020

Note: Okay, THIS chapter had to be the hardest to lengthen. Not the other one. Went from 400 words to 900, then fought to get it above 1,700. Hopefully things make sense…..

Sam lost track of time as he drifted in and out of awareness. Lucifer was in full control and Sam just didn't have it in him to protest anything. At first he had been sickened by what he saw Lucifer doing while he was awake – murder, torture, rituals- but eventually he just accepted it and bowed to the darkness. It was easier to sleep and ignore, than to stay away and watch.

Because the voices no longer taunted him. He felt no pain. When he did tune in Lucifer would talk to him softly, encouraging him to relax and let go. Even though Sam could sense that Lucifer was doing so mockingly, he took a little bit of comfort in the following blankness and the pretty words that drove the pain and madness away.

Sometimes Sam would tune in at inopportune moments – once to Lucifer banging roughly into some random girl and a few times to Lucifer touching himself, one time of which was in front of a mirror. It was oddly disturbing to see your own body masturbating, to see your body having sex with another even though you weren't in control. Like watching a movie, but not at the same time.

Once time he came to and found Lucifer nursing a dislocated shoulder and some deep slash marks on his side. Sam almost smiled at the muffled curses and realized that Lucifer must not have felt pain in a long time. "Let me?" He surprised himself by asking Lucifer if he could take over. He didn't rightly know what he was doing, he should be letting the demon suffer – but for some reason he couldn't

Lucifer retreated willingly and Sam gasped at the sudden pain. He steeled himself against it and managed to knock the shoulder back into place. He methodically cleaned and sutured the gashes on his side. He popped a few pain pills and felt Lucifer slip back into control. He let him without fuss and sank back into the painless haze.

This happened a few more times – Lucifer would hand over control, so to speak, and Sam would patch his body up. Then he would sleep until Lucifer needed him again. Lucifer never let him have control for too long, though, and never for anything but patch-work. Sam decided to leave things be and didn't fight over it.

Damnit! Sam jerked to awareness and a strange sensation rocked through him. He tuned in almost hesitantly and was surprised to find that he was in a graveyard, surrounded by worn out vessels. As Lucifer spun around Sam caught sight of the Angels.

"What's going on?" He asked softly. Lucifer didn't answer so Sam backed off, waiting to see what was going to happen. He focused a little bit and managed to tune into the conversation.

"You can't do anything to me." Lucifer was saying smugly. "You're not powerful enough." They circled each other warily. "How's Michael? Is he still looking for his vessel? Or can't he get it to say 'yes' to him?" There was a taunt in there and Sam watched Uriel growl in response.

"Not our fault his vessel is stronger than yours Lucifer. What, did yours just bow to the pressure and snap? Poor baby. Bet you have him locked up snugly in hell by now." Sam frowned a bit at that – what did this Angel know about him and what he went through?

"Uriel, enough." The other said, looking far more wary than his companion.

"Oh no, dear brother of mine." Lucifer replied. "He isn't in hell." Uriel and the other Angel shared a strange look of shock. "He's still here, floating around in my head. His head, rather." The brown haired Angel made a face. "He's been very helpful to me – he has such a nice, strong body." Sam felt shock ripple through him as Lucifer widened his stance and cocked his hips out. "It's very pleasurable."

"What are you doing?" Sam asked in surprise and embarrassment. "Stop touching yourself – me – and get us the hell out of here!"

"I almost forgot how pleasurable it was to touch and be touched." A hand cupped him through his jeans and Sam almost felt amusement shimmer through the embarrassment as the Angels both looked mildly disgusted.

"You're disgusting, Lucifer." Uriel spat. "I'm guessing your vessel is watching? You always did have a sick mind."

"Thank you, Uriel. And little Sammy says hello." Sam huffed a bit. "Now I really have to get back to work here, so if you two don't mind – I have a date with Death." Sam briefly wondered what he meant and lost sight of the Angels as Lucifer turned his back to them.

"We can't let you do that, Lucifer." Uriel's voice boomed. Sam retreated a bit at the sudden screeching sound and settled for watching the action with a bit of concern. They went flying as something impacted behind them and Sam felt a bit of surprised pain leak through.

Lucifer rolled a bit and Sam saw Uriel standing above them. A leg came up to connect with Uriel's nose – quite the feat actually – and then they where spinning. Lucifer landed on his feet with a smirk. Uriel wasn't happy. Uriel said something, Lucifer must have responded. Sam was dragged along for the ride as Lucifer led Uriel in a flurry of kicks and punches, wincing as some of the pain from various hits leaked through.

"Sorry about the pain." There wasn't an ounce of sorrow in Lucifer's voice. Sam knew he was just saying it to keep Sam in his 'good graces', so to speak.

"Don't worry about it. Just get me the hell out of here." Sam finally said. Lucifer didn't respond. More pain leaked through and Sam grit his figurative teeth. Eventually Lucifer cursed loudly and Sam watched him make a slit on his palm. Lucifer mumbled something under his breath and threw his hand up – Uriel screamed in response. When the flare of light was gone, Sam realized that so where the Angels.

"Won't get rid of them for long." Lucifer said. He turned back to what Sam realized was a huge pit. Sam tuned him out as the danger had passed, the sound of a strange chant on his mind as he drifted. "Hello, Death." He heard as he drifted.

When he came to again Lucifer retreated almost immediately and let him clean, stitch, and bandage the hand he'd cut. Sam was left to his own devices, in control of his body for the first time in a long time, for a good couple of hours before Lucifer returned. He handed control back over.

"Why did you taunt them?" Sam asked. "Isn't that, I don't know, dangerous?"

"They don't have the power to hurt us." Lucifer replied stonily. "The only one with that power is my brother Michael. Those two are just too young and weak." Sam frowned – they hadn't felt weak to him when they where kicking him around like a toy. "Haven't you ever taunted your brother?"

"Not like that." Sam shuddered. "What do you know about Dean?"

"I'm in your head, boy. I know everything about you. Everything about your life." Sam frowned. "Now be silent so I can concentrate." Sam huffed a little but didn't speak again.

Being in control of his body without any pressing matters to attend didn't happen again since then, so Sam blinked in surprise when he woke up one day already in full control of his body. A mental inventory showed no wounds that needed fixed so he frowned, puzzled. It felt weird to be fully in control again, and he realized that he couldn't feel Lucifer anymore.

His head felt fuzzy, like he just woken up with a concussion, and everything was jumbled together so he couldn't focus properly. He also realized that he didn't know where he was, everything looked unfamiliar, but it didn't take him long to find out that he wasn't alone. Uriel and the other Angel where standing off to the side. He staggered to his feet and turned to face them, surprised and confused. "We don't have much time before Lucifer manages to break the spell we cast." The un-named Angel spoke.

"What's going on?" Sam asked roughly. "What happened? Where am I?" His words slurred together a bit and his tongue wanted to stick to the roof of his mouth it was so dry.

"You need to work with us. We need to send Lucifer back to his prison." The Angel said urgently. "We know of a ritual but you need to be in full control for it to work properly." Sam frowned. "We put a spell on your body so Lucifer would be… distracted. You are in full control and he can't influence you right now. It won't last long, though."

"He won't do it." Uriel said snidely, interrupting his fellow Angel. "He's gotten too used to being used as a vessel." Sam couldn't meet their eyes. Slowly his body started to sag with fatigue. He hadn't felt that in a long time. Some aches and pains where also making themselves noticed.

"Samuel, listen to me." No-name pleaded.

"No!" Sam growled softly. "Why would I help you when you've done nothing but try to kill me?" The voices that he hadn't heard in a long time slowly started to build again. No-name looked sad.

"If you don't help us then Michael will come. Your body will be damaged."

"It already is." Sam said miserably. He dropped to his knees weakly, unable to stand any longer. "Just kill me." He mumbled, hanging his head. The Angels glanced at one another in surprise. But before they could move, Sam felt Lucifer's hands on him. He'd broken through whatever they'd done.

The pain faded and Sam sank back into oblivion. He didn't bother to watch what was happening after that. He just didn't care. Not until Lucifer let out an unearthly scream that snapped him awake. Sam snapped back into full control of his body and he screamed in severe pain as he was pushed to the ground by an Angel – not no-name or Uriel, though. A different one.

He could see Lucifer swirling around them, trying to get back in, and the Angel pinned Sam to the ground painfully. He was chanting something that made Sam scream in pain, all thoughts of wishing for Lucifer to be back in control and the pain to be gone vanished from his mind. Then Lucifer sank back into the ground with a howl and the Angel stopped.

Suddenly no-name was there, talking to the other Angel. "Ahh…" Sam groaned. No-name glanced at him in surprise and crouched down, one hand reaching out. "No." Sam said weakly. He flinched away.

"The vessel lives, amazing." Two fingers gently touched his forehead and Sam panted in fear. His body didn't want to listen to him, even as he tried hard to move away. "And the demon blood has stabilized – but… It has been this whole time?" He sounded confused. "Just makes this easier."

"It is a risk. An abomination." The other Angel raised a gleaming silver weapon threateningly and Sam shrunk back, curling in on himself as best he could. "It should be put out of its misery."

"No."

"But Castiel!"

"I said no." Brown eyes now had a name – Castiel. Sam peered at him through squinty eyes. "I promised someone that I would not harm him." A hand hesitantly stroked through his hair before he stood back up and stared hard at the Angel. "I will take responsibility."

"Very well." The other Angel disappeared and Sam huffed. Castiel knelt down next to him and pulled him gently up into his arms.

"I am very sorry that this has happened to you." He said softly. Sam just stared at him, wincing and yelping when Castiel hooked an arm under his knees and stood up. Sam didn't know what was going on or why the Angel was suddenly being nice to him but he felt an odd sense of peace.

He closed his eyes.

END

Okay, not "end". To be continued in a second part: Cry No More

Thanks to readers/reviewers - i'm kind of surprised i haven't gotten more reviews. But ah well, one can hope. I'm working on a few other fics (including the sequel to the other Supernatural fic i posted) and i hope to have them up soon as well. Part two of this series should be up within a few weeks. There will be four parts (that i have planned anyway).

I'M ALSO TAKING SUGGESTIONS!