Chapter Ten:
Is Est Terminus
After a quick flash of white light, Lucifer's previous vessel had disenagrated to a small pile of white ash; as for the devil himself, he turned around and saw the older Winchester watching. Looking politely credulous, Lucifer who was now in Sam's body said two simple words, "Hello Brother."
Dean was flustered with emotions. Rage. Sadness. Guilt. Pain. Fear. But most of all, numb. He couldn't feel the tears falling down his face nor the insulting comeback he made toward Lucifer's response. " Now, now Dean, there's no reason to act all irrational about this." Lucifer was envious about his new suit; he started admiring all the tiny details such as Sam's long hair, brushing it back continuously as he spoke, "It was bound to happen." There was a slight pause as Lucifer observed Sam's hands to further detail, "Sooner or later."
At the moment Dean was furious. But not at Lucifer, no. Not for the way Lucifer looked at him with Sam's poignant eyes. Or the way that bastard smiled with Sam's lips. No. He furious at himself. Furious for falling into a trap that demon bitch set them up for. Furious for leaving Sam alone. Just furious. "Now Dean, I love to say here and talk about current events, but unfortunately I have errands to run." Lucifer immediately took one step forward and vanished. Dean just stood there motionless, the same way he arrived, at the door step. Alone. No father figure for support. No guardian angle to fall back on. And especially no brother love. Nothing.
Fin.