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Sam found himself tied to a wall and looking at Lucifer who had a smirk on his face. He wondered what torture he was in for this time around. He looked around the room for clues. It was a bar, a dingy run down bar, like many bars he had been to with Dean in his life, complete with pool tables, bad lighting and smoke in the air. He also realized there were people in the bar, people who would normally visit a dingy bar like this, they weren't real people of course, but Lucifer had decided to put them there for some reason. They were all starring at him, like he was nothing like he didn't matter it was very unnerving.
His chest felt colder then the rest of his body, he looked down to discover he wasn't wearing a shirt. He looked up nervously as Lucifer started heading towards him wearing his look that scared him badly.
"You know there a game I want to try out, it seems fun." he took a knife out of his pocket and Sam winced. Lucifer stuck it very painfully into his chest, it took him a second to realize that the knife was only in fairly shallowly. He bit his lip tightly to stop from screaming as the blade started moving very slowly through his skin. His eyes went to the crowd who were looking at him like he was an exhibit. Not a single of one of them looked disgusted by what Lucifer was doing to him. Of course they were Lucifer creations, so they didn't really have sympathy, still he didn't like them starring at him like that.
Sam bit his lip tighter as the blade started moving away but deeper this time. He heard something drop to the ground, he had a good idea what it was. He looked down at his chest and saw a hole there in the middle of his torso. A round neat looking hole that was bleeding sluggishly. Then pain stuck again, he saw Lucifer putting some sort of small stake into his chest, followed by another until there was a neat little ring of them around his torso with a hole directly in the middle. Sam sucked in a breath, he had a good idea what game Lucifer wanted to play.
His guess was confirmed when Lucifer went to the pool tables and picked one up. It was a dart longer and sharper then the ones he used to play with, but still reconcilable as a dart and he was the dart board.
He threw the dart and it embedded itself into Sam's lower abdomen. Sam bit his lip harder, the darts kept on coming. Then Lucifer got one in the bulls eye, Sam wished he could curl into himself. The whole bar erupted in applause. They weren't real he reminded himself, Lucifer just wanted his own cheering section.
Then one of the laughs became very familiar, he knew it wasn't real and that he shouldn't look up but he couldn't help it. He looked up and all the bar crowd were replaced by people he knew. The one closest to him was Dean, looking at him with absolutely no sympathy or concern in his eyes, starring at him scornfully, like he deserved what he was getting. Next to him was Jessica looking beautiful in her white gown the same one she had died in. Also starring at him with blame in her usually soft and loving eyes.
"Freak! I spent my whole life trying to keep you from becoming a monster and you did it anyways." he knew that voice and looking a few tables behind Dean he found the source, it was his Dad starring down at him with fury in his eyes. His mother was right next to him holding his hand, looking the same as he had saw her last in their old house. She looked at him too and fury and fire in her eyes.
"I gave my life for you Samuel and what did you do with it?!"she screamed at him. He hated this, he knew it wasn't real, but it didn't stop the overwhelming feeling of guilt, they weren't real but they were right and that made it so much worse. Lucifer wasn't throwing darts anymore Sam almost wished he would.
"All we tried to do was help you, tried to be good people but we should have known better." this was from Ellen who was right next to Jo, they didn't look like the others they looked burned badly. It was hard to tell what her expression said because of it but her eyes, her eyes left no question to how she felt about him. Jo's eyes looked at him much the same.
All the people he hadn't been able save or had caused the death of, they all starred at him and starting chanting in unison in almost a whisper. There were so many people.
"It's all your fault." all of them said, in an an increasing creepy voice, they were all in various states of deadness looking exactly they did when they had died.
"Their not wrong are they Sammy?" Lucifer said smugly, drawing his attention back to him. Some of them Dean might have argued with, saying just because he couldn't have saved him didn't mean he caused their death. Of course the real Dean, the one who might have said something wasn't here, he hadn't seen that Dean in so long..so very long. He couldn't help his eyes go back to the table with Dean and Jess. They continued to glare at him and that when Jessica spoke.
"You saw my death for weeks before it happen and you did nothing! You lied to me about everything!" He knew eventually the table he was saw first would speak, it was Jessica he reluctantly turned his eyes towards her only to have Dean start speaking.
"I gave up my life for you! Even before I went to hell, all I did was care for you! You left me! I went to hell for you and you couldn't even choose me when it counted!" He wished he could tell himself that the real Dean didn't think these things, but he knew he did and that made him even more guilty.
They started talking over each other, voices filled with accusations and since he was tied up there was nothing he could do. Lucifer started throwing darts again and he was almost grateful, it was a great distraction form the voices and this went on for a very long time.
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