Chapter 10

Lucifer looked at his view and shook his head. He was tempted to go out there and deal with Angela and then bring her back and let the fun begin but he resisted. He knew that what had happened there was just the beginning. This was just a matter of pushing her to the brink and really showing Sam especially what it was he decided to get in bed with.

"It seems that she got him back."

Lucifer heard Michael's comment and resumed that cool air he used when it suited him best, "All part of the fun Michael. You know as well as I that she doesn't break easily."

"Only because your demons tortured her for a year in hell," Michael spat back.

Lucifer turned to look at Michael. "And you should know that what hurts makes the body stronger." He glanced over to the slumped over figure and grinned. "At least Sam gets it."

Michael looked over where Lucifer had and snorted at that, "Please. He's a maggot that has been a thorn in my side along with his brother and our sister since this all began."

"You were this grumpy even before the Winchesters came into her life." Lucifer couldn't help but rub that in. Even though he had been in the cage during that time, he had ways of hearing and learning what was going on in the world. "Grumpy at the fact that she was never the perfect little soldier."

"She learned her place."

"I highly doubt that considering she forcibly kicked you out of the second best meat suit." Lucifer gave a mocking look at his brother.

"You know it's the bloodlines."

"Yes, blah, blah." Lucifer waved his hand at Michael. "It's why she said she would host either of us."

"And you had the gall to consider."

"You did too." Lucifer gave a slight knowing look at Michael before turning to look at the scene. He saw the lackeys and his second lying on the ground dead. "Huh. I always knew that she would take care of them. It's fun to see her get so violent."

"You wanted her to do this?" Michael gestured at the image.

"You know a better way to get her to remember?"

Michael would have said something but he was interrupted when Sam gave a slight moan and uttered, "Remember what?"

Lucifer grinned as he saw Sam start to rise to his feet. He had to hand it to the younger Winchester. He had some stamina to keep going as he did. Of course it would get better once she joined in. Then the fun would really begin. "So look who's awake. Have sweet dreams about what we did bunk buddy?"

Sam tensed at that reference as he looked at the two angels. His breath came in hitches as he became acutely aware of the pain that was filtering through his body. The aches from the usual and where he would rather not mention. Using his hands he pushed himself up slowly. He had heard most of the conversation and while it didn't click as to what they meant, he knew they were talking about her, Angela. There was no other woman in the cage and… He narrowed his eyes slightly and demanded, "What… did… you do… to her?"

Lucifer grinned at the reaction. It was the most he had gotten out of Sam. His suspicions were correct and he was going to enjoy it. "And who have you been listening to?"

"Don't," Sam warned. He pushed himself to his feet and wrapped his arms around his body. It was some form of protection. "I heard what you said. What did you do to her?"

"You will hold your tongue." Michael made a swiping motion and had Sam collide with the wall. He pinned the human and held him there. "You are an insignificant speck."

Sam grunted against his bonds. He knew that there was no way of getting out of them. He didn't have his abilities and he certainly didn't have the means of a spell or Angela's talent to resist. He just glared at the pair and said, "I will gut you both if you hurt her."

"Bold words considering Michael has you pressed hard enough to make you into a pancake," Lucifer countered with a bit of a simpering smile. "Was his breaking your back and spine not good enough for you? Or did you like the after party? Everyone seems to enjoy those."

Sam tried hard not to react. He hated what Lucifer did to him but he was at a disadvantage and couldn't stop it. And the more he resisted, the more Lucifer seemed to enjoy it. But he couldn't stop fighting. He had to defend himself somehow. So he kept the glare up and stared at Lucifer with a hard expression. "You don't hurt her."

"Or what? You'll kill us? Looks like the shoe is on the other foot there, Sam," Lucifer pointed out before turning to the view that he was getting. He saw Angela standing there. She had a bad injury on her arm and the blood was easily showing through. Her hand was gripping her sword but it hung limply since it bore the brunt of the damage. "If anything, she'll kill us all and it's all because of you." He pointed at Sam.

Sam got a good look at what Lucifer had been looking at. He could see her. She was hurt. He could see that. But he could also see that there was something in her eyes that spoke maybe of sadness or something else. He could see pain in her eyes as she rubbed the left side of her neck. He felt the twinge on the left side of his and he couldn't do anything about it.

Lucifer watched Sam's reaction and grinned. He was enjoying this way too much. It would certainly help when she finally arrived. She was close and he was starting to get a little bored with this game they were doing. But it wasn't too boring with her. She kept it interesting and she was at a point that would prove to have interesting results if she ever got out of here and it was highly unlikely that she would but it wouldn't ever be boring.

Turning back to the image and saw Angela sitting on the ground. She had a dying man's head in her lap. Well now that was interesting. He glanced over at Sam to gauge his reaction. The man's reaction was interesting though. He looked back at the image and then at Sam.

Sam continued to watch from where he was pinned. He watched as his Angela gripped her injured arm and sank to her knees. Her face was twisted in pain, agony and sadness as she reached for the man that was dying. Normally he would have gotten a jealousy streak that would have amused Dean to no end. He now knew what it was when he got so bent out of shape when any man touched her even if it was harmless and that was before he was aware of his feelings for her. It still irked him at times but he wasn't callous.

Sam knew that Angela had friends going back through the centuries. Some were still alive and others were fond memories. Watching her, he realized that the man she was holding in her lap was someone that she knew. They were friends from what he could see and pretty good ones for her to be in near tears like she was. He felt for her and it felt like his own heart was having a hard time breathing and it had nothing to do with the fact that he was pinned to the wall. He even felt a twinge in his arm when she winced from the pain in her arm. It wasn't like when Lucifer pressed on his neck with his thumb but close enough. It still tingled when she stopped wincing.

Lucifer watched Sam and walked up towards him and mocked him, "What's with the face, Sam? You usually get jealous when she looks at another man."

Michael looked at Lucifer and then at Sam. He was a little lost on a few things but it started to get a little clearer. He looked at Lucifer and asked, "What?"

Lucifer looked at Michael and saw the look on his face. Was his brother really that dense? Then again Dad made them the way they were. He pointed at Sam and spoke to his brother, "You mean you had no idea that he and her…?" He started laughing at that.

Michael looked at Sam and saw that the younger Winchester wasn't trying to deny it. And since Lucifer had been inside Sam's head, no doubt it was the truth. No one was that good at hiding their thoughts. Well, maybe she was. She had a way of making you look right when you should be looking left. He demanded, "What did you do?"

Sam said nothing. He knew that if said anything or nothing it all ended up with the same result. It was futile to deny it since Lucifer had been in his head and did drag it out and basically was taking it out of his ass. Literally. He looked at Michael with a bland expression. Finally he said, "Eat me."

The result was Michael flinging him into the other wall and he grunted with pain. He was lucky he didn't hear the dull crunch of bones. That meant he had a fighting chance… sort of. Michael narrowed his eyes while Lucifer watched with a bemused expression. He knew that Sam wouldn't say or deny anything about that since either way was a road of pain. He had to admit that it was not really completely unexpected and yet it held some entertainment value.

"What did you do to her?" Michael demanded again as he turned up the pain and set Sam's limbs on fire in the nerve endings like before.

Sam felt the white hot pain in his nerves and he arched his back. It was more intense than before and he couldn't help but cry out in pain. He couldn't tell where he was and felt like his nerves were being pulled out of his body. He never expected his body to contort the way it did trying to relieve the pressure that was excruciating. He wanted to cry out for Angela but somewhere in his mind he knew that was what Lucifer wanted and to an extent Michael. They wanted to punish him for what he dared to do and that was have a relationship with her.

Lucifer watched Sam writhe on the floor and glanced over at the view that was still up. He saw something that he couldn't help but take a grin at. He knew that Michael wasn't watching but he was and all it did was help him plan on what to do when he finally had her in the same place as Sam. He knew what was going on and he was well aware Michael had some idea but his big brother was always the goody two shoes. He turned to look at Sam on the floor and raised his brow when Sam did something that he never expected.

Sam knew the pain wasn't going to end anytime soon. It didn't matter if he said anything or not. He only prayed that she would forgive him being the opposite of what he was. He started laughing. It was crazy and it sounded like something that she would do in a situation like this but it would change things. He laughed loud and hard since the pain was still pulsing through his body.

Michael stopped what he was doing and looked at the laughing Winchester and demanded, "What is so funny?"

Sam continued to laugh while taking gasping breaths. He knew that it was going to piss off Michael and maybe Lucifer but he didn't care at this point. Finally he gasped and said, "Yeah."

"Yeah what?"

"Yeah I did something to her," Sam spat back as he continued laughing. It was stupid but he got the idea behind it since he had seen Angela do it before. "I made her happy." He grinned and managed to imitate his brother when he implied his sexcapades.

Michael looked at Sam and saw the raised brow. The cockiness despite the blood coming out of his nose and the cuts on his face… He glanced at Lucifer who was looking surprised at the whole thing. It dawned on him what Sam implied and his features contorted into anger and extended his hand. He watched as Sam flattened into the ground enough to make a dent. "You defiled her?"

Lucifer rolled his eyes. Of course Sam did that. He learned that and tried to make her life a living hell when she slept. "Yes, they had sex, Michael. Why do you think I was doing this?" He walked over and poked at Sam's neck and heard him scream in agony. He looked at Michael and continued, "You know what she is in the bigger picture and it was bound to happen."

Sam panted from the pain in his shoulder and his nerves feeling like they were on fire. He looked up at Lucifer and Michael as they talked about whatever it was. He didn't get what they were talking about in terms of Angela and the bigger picture. But he did understand that whatever it was they were talking about had to do with him and Angela and their relationship. It was cloudy since the pain was making him want to pass out. He looked at the image and saw Angela. She was still hissing with pain but she was also looking angrily out to the horizon and she was saying something.

You want a war, Lucifer. You got one.

Sam blinked and took a couple of deep breathes. He felt for her. She was going to do things that she only hinted at. He closed his eyes. Don't worry Angie. I still love you no matter what. He slowly opened his eyes and his vision blurred from the pain. It was then that he felt coolness. It was the touch he knew so well. She was there with him.

"That looks pretty bad lass."

"I've had worse. You know that better than anyone, Mac." Angela finished wrapping her arm up and looked up at the newest person to walk in. It was further confirmation that this was all a machination of Lucifer since her friend Mac was still alive topside and he was on the other side of the world doing what he did best.

Mac or MacTavish as his surname went looked down at his friend as he adjusted his rifle and put his hands on his hips. He looked down at Angela with a scrutinizing look and glanced at the other girl and the boy that was sitting next to the largest dog he had ever seen. He then looked at the dead man that was wrapped and prepped. "Aye, Angie," he replied, "But never in a place like this."

"That's because you and Tsura aren't real," Angela replied as she looked at her friend. "In fact the only thing real are me, Adam and Cerebus." She gestured at Adam and Cerebus. "You two… probably what I came up with in my head. Hawkins was the same since he was dead before all this." She gestured around as her voice maintained a flat tone.

"I'm not real? Huh, that's a nice touch." Mac Grinned at her.

"Yeah well, we are literally in hell. The real you is topside doing what you do best and that is saving the world one terrorist at a time with the occasional hunt or two that comes your way." Angela gave a slight grin but it didn't do much for her mood. She shifted and winced and reached up to rub the left side of her neck.

"You alright, lass?"

"I'm fine."

"You sure? Cause that whole spasming thing threw us for a scare." Mac looked at her with a firm and yet worried look. He had arrived to find Angela clutching the dead man Hawkins and soothing him through his last moments and when she stood up, she suddenly doubled over in pain that wasn't caused by the apparent injury to her arm and she hadn't really suffered any heavy blows to her body. It even scared the girl and boy.

Angela looked at Mac and then at Tsura and Adam. They were looking back at her with looks of concern. She didn't understand what was going on either and it had her wonder if Lucifer really did have her somewhere in this hell hole and was torturing her but making her live through this. That seemed to be fitting since he would have figured out that physical was nothing to her. She did suffer at that hands of Alistair and Lenya the last time in hell.

Yet there was something nagging her at the back of her mind. It was familiar and she was astute enough to recognize it as distinctly Sam. But it wasn't like now but… Sighing she replied, "I'm okay. I just… I don't know what that meant."

There was no use questioning it. Mac nodded at that and changed the subject, "Okay so… hunter's burial?" He gestured at the body of Hawkins.

Angela looked at it. While it may seem pointless since Hawkins was never real, emotionally it felt real. She couldn't deny that. She couldn't deny how she reacted when she realized that that bastard of Lucifer's ran him through with the blade when it was clear that he was gunning to kill her. She didn't have Absolution since it had been kicked out of her hand and to the side. So she was left open for a blade to the gut. Hawkins got in the line of fire and took what was meant for her.

It was like what he did when he really did die a long time ago. It was nearing the end of the whole pirates and everything and heading into revolution and all that but they were still doing their jobs of seeking out the things that people thought weren't real. They managed to rout out the last of a group that supposedly would be the end of the conversion crap but all it was ended up being a moment for hiding until the War Between the States. The had them cornered and it turned into a bit of a rumble and Hawkins ended up paying the price but only because of the rule of the captain going down with the ship.

Like before, the man had no regrets and he told her that just before he was gone. It was like reliving that day when she sat on the sandy beach with him as he died. The remainder of his crew were there and they helped making sure that he received a good send off. After that… they went their separate ways except for his first mate. They stuck around together for a few years and did a few jobs before she went on her way and then there was the whole thing in hell…

Looking at the covered body, Angela nodded and said, "Yeah. Might as well." She looked away and pursed her lips and muttered, "It's not real but it feels real."

Mac looked at Angela as she stared ahead at nothing in particular. He nodded, "Alright I'll take care of it. Rest that arm of yours. You'll need it later especially if you're planning on doing what I think you're doing."

"You know me well, Mac," Angela replied in a flat tone. She didn't bother sounding anything but since this Mac wasn't the real one. She really wanted to curse Lucifer and his ability to manipulate emotionally and mentally. She cursed the fact that he tried to do that using Jessica to get Sam to say yes. In the end the devil used Sam's emotions and…

Angela was silent and held a bland expression as the pyre was set and done for Hawkins. She stared at the flames as they consumed the body as she thought about the time she spent there. She knew that time moved differently in hell. It felt like she had been there a short time but it also felt like she had been there longer. It seemed short because she was constantly fighting something or other that Lucifer sent after her and then there were the occasional erotic dream that was… It was hard but it felt light, like Lucifer was waiting for her to escalate to something else. That wouldn't surprise her.

After her last internment in hell, she avoided getting involved with things but it was difficult not to. There was always something or someone that needed help with something. Lady Parvati came to mind but that was after her time in the woods with something that… she kept buried with the guilt and the pain. She tried to keep people at a distance but it was not really in the cards. She was the wanderer and yet there were people that followed her, asking her to teach them and help them. In the end, she couldn't avoid people entirely. Hell, she just proved that staying with the Winchesters, becoming part of their family.

She didn't want it to come to the point where she used to be. She knew better than anyone what she had done and the stories circulated in circles. There were groups that knew what she had done. The angels knew what she had done. Castiel was the one that had hidden her 'kill book', the book that listed everything she had done in terms of torturing. True it was mostly demons but she once or twice had done enhanced interrogation on a few humans. She had done things that technically were black ops and had a few friends in governments that came in handy when she really needed it but never used it.

"I'm sorry about your friend."

Angela looked at Adam as he came to stand by her as she watched the flame rise high. She gave him a gentle smile and replied, "He wasn't real. Just like Tsura and Mac aren't real."

"But he was once upon a time. He was a friend you cared about," Adam pointed out. He then looked at the pyre as he thought about what to say next. "Seems like hell does that to people. Make them relieve things from the past."

"Something like that." Angela cleared her throat as she took a breath. "Actually… you end up rethinking everything, second guessing what you've done. The hallucinations are like a godsend then. Seeing the people you knew. Deep down you know they aren't real but they are real enough and in the end…" She turned to look at Adam. She studied him before finishing, "You are convinced and know you deserve whatever they say."

Adam looked at Angela as she finished what she was saying. He didn't like that she was beating herself up like this. "No you don't. No one good like you deserves hell. Sam doesn't."

"You don't," Angela corrected gently. She smiled again. "You're the one that didn't deserve what happened to you. Sam and me… we deserve everything we say as a penance." She sighed as she looked around before deciding to tell Adam the truth, "We had a hand in starting the Apocalypse. Us being here… it's a penance to stopping it… fixing things."

Adam frowned a bit at that and shook his head, "No it isn't."

Angela sighed at that and tried to explain, "Adam…"

"Look, I get that bad things happened and… and maybe you had a hand in them but I'm sure you didn't know it at the time." Adam gestured at nothing in particular. He tried to keep his voice low since he didn't want to show any disrespect. "But everything you've done was for everyone else. You do what you do to save people. And I know Sam and Dean do the same too."

Angela smiled and huffed a slight chuckle at that. She listened as Adam explained himself. She was surprised that he felt the way he did. She shuffled slightly since she felt that throbbing in her spine. It was hard to separate that from the throbbing in her arm. That was also starting to be annoying and she suspected Lucifer was up to something with that. She replied, "And it was something that we didn't ask for but…"

"You took responsibility and it was for everyone else." Adam shuffled on his feet slightly. "And now you're here but I know it's not for that." He leaned in close and whispered, "I know that you have feelings for Sam. Kind of had a hint when we actually met."

Angela narrowed her eyes playfully and smirked, "You are a true Winchester, Adam."

It was a compliment and Adam accepted it, "Thank you." He gave a grin before sobering. "Look… I know it's not easy and you've done what you can to stay cool even when you know that Sam's in trouble. It's a wonder you haven't gone crazy by now."

"You should see me when I do lose it."

"Maybe I will." Adam looked at Angela when she shifted to look at him with a serious expression. He continued, "Look, this is hell. I get it. You can't play nice. Do what you have to do and… I'll back you and if it seems wrong, I'll say something. But if we're going to make it down this winding road… we need a different set of rules."

Angela contemplated what Adam was saying. She knew that he was right. Lucifer changed the game and she did sense that she was going to go down that road if she was going to keep the attention off of Sam and Adam. She nodded, "Agreed."

"So… what do you want to do?"

Angela shifted to look at the flames. Hawkins' body was being consumed by the fire. She knew what she had to do and sighed. "He wants a war… he'll get one."

"Right with you."

A/N: Looks like Lucifer may get what he wants but Angie may not make it so easy. Stay tuned for 5.03 Over the Edge...