A/N! Title is taken from Shakespeare's 'Hamlet' Act:4, Scene:4, Page:3 Not mine!
Also, referenced Implied Rape/Non-con elements. Implied Top Lucifer Bottom Sam. Mentions of Blood and Gore and torture.
You have been warned.
Special thanks to my awesome beta-reader "'Geekyfangirl131" for checking the chapter out!
So, off we go.
CHAPTER 10: "Oh, from this time forth, my thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!"
NOW...
"So, Dean, like I said before, get comfortable and enjoy the show..."
And to his dismay, Dean realized that, to watch what Lucifer was about to do, was the only thing he could actually do.
Yes, Dean could only watch, as Lucifer penetrated Sam's flesh harshly, extracting desperate moans and pained yelps... Watch, as the confidence Sam had in himself was slowly pouring out of him, with every brutal thrust of the Devil's hips. He could only watch as Sam placed his palm over his mouth in an attempt to stop any words from escaping his bloody lips. Lucifer's fingertips were on fire and he was carving words on the inside of Sam's thighs, words Dean knew could never fade away. 'Bitch.' 'Whore.' 'Tainted.' And when it was over, Dean had no choice but to stay still and observe as Lucifer snapped his fingers, making thick, heavy, metal chains appear out of thin air. He could only watch, as The Fallen angel shackled Sam's wrist and started cutting and tearing apart the flesh of his back with a small, but sharp knife...
And then, came the whipping, the harsh, cruel sound of the leather belt on Sam's already torn back. Dean couldn't stop himself from counting the lashes. The first set consisted of fifty lashes, and then the Devil paused. The green eyed man gasped as he saw an all too familiar glow emerging from Lucifer's palm. Sam's body jolted and jerked and he shrieked as his ravaged flesh was knitted back together by Lucifer's healing powers. And then, the Fallen angel started all over again, with the next set of lashes being even more violent than the previous ones.
Blood died the floor red, mixing with the whiskey which was still lingering on the cold concrete. But Dean could only watch, and feel as though he was drowning in that marsh. Then, came the ice, which froze everything, and immobilized Sam's limbs. And then, the eerie, yet familiar sound of bones crushing into pieces, as Lucifer used Dean's bat to break the ice in which Sam's legs were trapped. Dean knew he had to fight. He had to at least try and free Sam... His efforts, however, were futile, for his injured leg gave out on him. There was nothing he could do to save Sam... Only to beg for Lucifer to get done with all this...
Fire then enclosed all three of the men and the ice started melting away, transforming the floor into a giant mirror, in which Sam's chained figure was reflected... The young man was now screaming, for the metallic shackles which were enclosing his wrists were burning his skin to the point where his bones could be seen. So, Sam kept screaming, his cries desperate and incoherent for the most part. But somewhere in between the animalistic howls, one could make out a name... The only name Sam could oblige his ravaged vocal cords to produce. "DEAN! DEAN!" God, Sam was begging, pleading, screaming for Dean to save him, to make it stop, to please, make it stop... But Dean couldn't do that. All he could do, was turn his blurry eyes away from the heartbreaking sight of Sam's flesh being burned...
"Tell me Sam, is he worth it? Is Dean worth it?" Lucifer rasped, the venom in his voice capable of killing him, should he bite his tongue... Dean yelled his brother's name, as Sam threw his head back in pain and all of a sudden the surrounding scenery faded and a myriad of images passed before green eyes. Sam and Dean together, drinking beer, sitting on the hood of the Impala, Sam and Dean kissing, playing cards, hunting, running away from a monster, driving down a long dark road, making love in the back seat of the Impala, burning their father's body...
Sam and Dean, saying goodbye before the Hell-hounds tore Dean's body into shreds, saying goodbye before Sam jumped in the Cage, before Sam fainted in Dean's arms after the trails, saying goodbye, as Dean left his last breath muttering how proud he was of them both, saying goodbye as Sam kneeled before Dean, who was holding Death's scythe and was ready to end his brother's life once and for all. Sam and Dean, laughing, crying, singing, kissing, hugging, living each and every moment to the fullest...
A part of Dean wondered how all those memories were on display, since Lucifer wasn't touching Sam's soul like he did before. But then, an explosion of light blinded both hunter and Devil as all those memories blended into something new. Sam and Dean, both young, very young, their faces still soft, their hearts still light and filled with hope. They were standing so close that they were breathing each other's breath. Dean gasped as he realized when and where this memory had taken place. It was so many years ago, but how could Dean forget? Sam was almost seventeen and Dean, in turn, was twenty one. They were at Bobby's, the house at their disposal. The fire was burning, sizzling in the old fireplace, lighting up the room, and the rain was tapping the windows...
But then all of a sudden, the fire swirled and like a snake, crawled out of the fireplace, burning threatening vines leaking the carpet, wrapping themselves around Sam's shaky legs, making his face twitch in pain... No, this wasn't how things had happened, Dean was sure of it. "Dean...?" Young Sam uttered in fear and at the sound of those words, something inside Dean broke. He snapped, taking his eyes away from the figures in Sam's now twisting memory, fixing them on Lucifer.
"When the Hell was this?" The Devil questioned, fiery eyes fixed on the younger version of Sam and Dean and the closeness the two brothers seemed had. The green eyed man remained silent, however, swearing silently that he would rather die than reveal to Lucifer what had taken place that sacred night at Bobby's. "I'll kill you, if you dare to mess with this memory, I swear, I'll end you..." Dean uttered in a low, promising voice. He thought Lucifer missed the words, for the real Sam was once again screaming bloody murder as the flames engulfed his entire frame, but to his surprise, the Devil turned around abruptly, eyes on Dean.
"Okay... Since you're so eager to engage in a fight with me... Let's have it your way." He muttered in a deadly voice, moving closer to the green eyed man, placing his palm on his forehead. Dean felt a familiar wave of warmth inside him and flinched as the wound on his leg throbbed before disappearing, healed by Lucifer's angelic power. He felt warm blood traveling down his numb leg and he couldn't help but let out a breath of relief at the feeling.
Dean's eyes widened in realization not a moment later, however, and the hunter retreated quickly, driven by pure instinct. The Devil was piercing Dean with his eyes and his focus was on him, thus everything else he had previously conjured started to crumble. The surrounding flames started to die out, as well as Sam's twisted memory of him and Dean at Bobby's. The bunker's walls were in place for yet another time, and Dean caught a glimpse of Sam's unmoving, chained body.
The chains rattled and turned into dust as fast as they had appeared, causing Sam's limp body to fall down on the floor. "I don't get it, why would you-" "You never get it Dean, that's the point!" Lucifer rasped coldly. "So, let me spell it out for you." Dean locked his gaze with the one of his adversary and started moving to the side, in an attempt to move closer to where Sam was lying. "I healed you, so that when you drop dead by my hand, there will be no other explanation for your defeat, other than the fact that, I was better than you." Lucifer retorted, an evil smirk on his face. "And when I decorate this place with your guts, I'll head over to Sammy, to finish what I started. See, that memory you so badly want to conceal, isthe last memory that still remains hidden from me." Dean clenched his fingers into fists, feeling adrenaline overrunning every corner of his body.
The hunter steeled his nerves as Lucifer kept talking, voice steady, sure and filled with irony. "The thing is, I could keep torturing him. But you see, my flames have burned him out completely. And before you say his body is not turned into carbon- save his wrists of course which were burned by the chains- let me point out the fact that my flames burn not only the flesh and the body, but also the soul the body conceals. They engulf it, peeling it off of every good memory, until its broken and molded to such extend that it no longer shines..." Lucifer declared, savoring the look of shock on Dean's pale face.
"The flames burn the soul they engulf?" Dean echoed, more to himself, rather than Lucifer. He stilled, as his eyebrows knitted together, but then he gasped in horror. "Took you long enough..." The Fallen Angel snorted, smiling at Dean. "The memories I saw..." Dean uttered, voice wavering. "They were parts of his soul. I didn't have to touch it to make them emerge from the depths of his mind. My flames did the job. And guess what else my marvelous flames have done..." Dean found himself waving his head in refusal, tears falling down his cheeks. "They have burned his soul, Dean. They twisted and burned his memories..." Lucifer declared in a low, triumphant voice, pausing after every word to savor Dean's broken demeanor.
"So, in other words, even if I were to heal him, torturing him again wouldn't be fun anymore... He is almost dead. An empty shell, with nothing left but the feeling of fire and death creeping up inside him, feeding on his ravaged flesh." The Devil continued, taking a step to the right as Dean took one to his left, the distance between them being only a few inches. "So, come on Dean... Here is your chance to kill me. Kill me, go ahead... Kill me, but know that I broke him. Know that, he kneeled before me, that he called me 'Master'-" Dean's hands were hooked on the collar of Lucifer's shirt before any more words could be uttered, and the Devil found himself been pushed backwards, losing his balance for a mere moment.
Lucifer smiled at Dean, and spoke again, choosing his next words carefully. "Come on, make me pay! My hands ravaged his body, they tore his flesh, they broke his bones-" The punch on the left side of his face, was something Lucifer knew was coming and he barely flinched. He obliged his face to twist in pain however, wanting to give Dean the impression that he could harm him with his blows. The next punch was delivered right on Lucifer's stomach, followed immediately by an even harder one on the center of the Devil's chest. Heavy breaths filled the cold, dark room and Dean grabbed Lucifer by the forearms, using his right leg to deliver a blow on the Angel's leg.
Lucifer had no choice but to retreat further to his left, allowing Dean to move to his right, closer to Sam's unconscious body. The water which had remained on the floor after the flames had been put out splashed under Dean's heavy steps, as the man lashed out again, bloodied fists ready to collide with Lucifer's ribs. "Yeah, yeah, come on, big bro, show me what you've got!" Lucifer challenged and in his haze, Dean couldn't understand that Lucifer was just toying with him. The sound of bones breaking was heard, as Dean let his knuckles find their target. He was sure his own bones had cracked in the process, but he couldn't care less about that. The hunter growled deep in his throat and Lucifer snorted, swallowing hard, gasping for breath.
"You've got to do better than that Dean... After all, this isn't enough, not even close... All the things I did to your dear Sammy..." "Don't call him that, ever again!" Dean yelled, eyes burning, like a forest on fire. He moved fast, faster than the Devil thought it was possible for an insubordinate, little man, and grabbed Lucifer's right hand, pinning it behind the Fallen Angel's back. Lucifer squirmed as he felt Dean's breath on his neck. The hunter stepped on the Devil's foot with such force, that Lucifer couldn't stop a gasp from escaping his lips.
"Well... That's something. But still, it's not enough, I mean, just think about it, Dean. Think of how my thrusts tore his insides apart and now he is bleeding out like he should. Think of the fact that my flames burned his flesh, his very soul, think of how I now know every single memory Sammy has, even those which he had managed to hide from me until now." Dean's body trembled, his vision blurred.
Dean inhaled sharply and pushed Lucifer's body forwards, forcing him to stumble. Their legs tangled up together, as Dean tried to make his opponent trip and fall down, but to his credit, Lucifer used his free hand, punching Dean on the sternum with superhuman strength, making his breath leave his lungs. Both adversaries took a few steps backwards, putting some distance between them. Dean's eyes flicked to Sam, who was bleeding out on the floor. For just a second, he thought he saw a movement behind Sam's closed eyelids, but Lucifer's cold voice made him snap and he focused his gaze on the fallen Angel yet again. Dean placed himself before Sam, using his own body to block the sight of his brother from Lucifer's piercing gaze. "Is that all you've got, big bro?" The Devil questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Dean's gaze then flicked around the room and his heart missed several beats as his eyes caught the sight of Alistair's toolbox, lying open on the desk which was right next to where Lucifer was now standing. The Devil let his lips form a small smile, yet his eyes remained fixed on Dean. "Oh, I could use that toolbox. But I won't let you have this alibi, Dean. I will crush you with my very own hands." With these words, Lucifer lashed out, grabbing Dean by the collar of his shirt, kicking him on the leg before drawing his right hand back, only to unleash it like a riffle not a moment later. The force of the punch took Dean's breath away for yet another time, and the green eyed man was forced to take a few steps backwards.
Using all his training, Dean placed the weight of his body on his right leg to stop himself from falling down. Switching his weight from one leg to the other, the hunter managed to step forwards again,and he literally threw himself on his opponent, obliging Lucifer to retreat several steps. As a result, both the Fallen Angel as well as the hunter had now reached the desk on which the toolbox was lying. In a blink of an eye, Dean pushed Lucifer's hands off of him and lay one more powerful blow on Lucifer's right knee. The Devil would be lying if he were to say he wasn't surprised by the intensity of Dean's attacks. He smirked, enjoying the sight before him, for it was one he didn't get to witness often.
Dean's eyes were burning with anger, his chest was rising and falling way too fast and his breathing was labored, shallow. Sweat was dripping down his face as well as from his armpits, damping his shirt. His bloody hands were twitching relentlessly, as adrenaline was running within the hunter's veins. The sight was a rare one in itself and Lucifer had to admit, albeit silently, that Dean was a considerable threat when unleashed. He was uncontrollable, like a wild animal which had been imprisoned for far too long and it was now lashing out, ready to devour its captors.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted, however, as the fallen Angel felt a pair of callused hands pushing him to the side with such force, that Lucifer had to step aside in order to remain standing. He growled in anger, glaring daggers towards where Dean was now standing, only to stop dead-in-his-tracks, the moment his mind realized that he had been shoved away from the desk on which Alistair's toolbox was placed, and that Dean was now standing mere inches from the old, demonic relic. "It's too bad you won't be using those tools." The green eyed man muttered coldly. "But that doesn't mean I will do the same." With these distant words, Dean placed his hand a few inches above the open toolbox, letting his blood drip freely inside the case.
Lucifer smiled widely at that, his muscles tensing with anticipation. "So..." He almost purred, taking a few steps backwards. "You plan on wasting Sam's sacrifice by taking a hold and using those very tools which marked the damnation of your soul? Of a soul which was later saved by the Angels?" He questioned, voice filled with what could only be identified as pure curiosity. Dean, however, ignored him, green eyes fixed on the case before him, which was glowing a bright red light. Exhaling soundly, Dean spoke in a low voice, forming words he thought he would never have to utter again...
"Come forth, for your Master calls,
the one Alistair chose to trust you with,
when he would fall.
Obey me, and serve under my command,
for I, am forever damned.
Come forth, into my hand, now dye red, this wasteland.
Come forth, bathed in flame,
drenched in blood, clothed in shame.
Come and taint, come to claim.
Come forth, cause fear, cause pain.
Come forth, at the hand of the damned,
who once bore, the Mark of Cain!"
Dean's words were spoken in a low voice, yet they caused the markings around the toolbox to become visible once again, shining with a bright, golden glow. Not a moment later, the case to be engulfed in flames for one more time, as the lethal tools recognized the one summoning them. Dean shivered violently, but the thought of Sam lying on that cold floor, deprived of all the things which made him the man he was, a man Dean loved with all his heart and soul, was enough to make the green eyed hunter regain his composure. Sam was almost dead, and Dean would make Lucifer pay, even if it was the last thing he would ever do.
And it was in that moment, when the fire was reflected in Dean's emerald green eyes, that the older hunter let his tears fall. Sam had fought and endured torments beyond imagination for Dean's sake. So that he wouldn't have to be tortured by Lucifer, who would use these very same tools Alistair had used to break him. So that he wouldn't be near those deathly devices. So that he could be saved... But Dean could never be saved. His soul was passed saving. Because he had but one savior, and now he was lying on the cold floor, dying slowly. Thus, the least the hunter could do, was try and avenge his beloved brother...
Dean dragged his gaze on Sam's figure momentarily, and for a fragment of a second, he thought he saw his brother moving. Blinking, Dean looked again, but as he had suspected, it was but a mirage... So, Dean turned to Lucifer, blade in hand, death in his eyes.
And so, he didn't see that a few feet away, Sam stirred and jerked, obliging his hazel eyes to open, albeit half the way...
END OF CHAPTER 10
So, here it ends. Loved it? Hated it? I would love to hear your thoughts!And I don't know when I will post a new chapter. Hopefully it won't be long. Plus... The memory Dean saw, the one in which Sam and Dean are at Bobby's while it's raining and the fire dances in the fireplace... Yeah, keep that one in mind, for it will return very soon! (Any idea on what that memory actually is about...?) :-) :-)
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So, until next time,
Love you all,
Usagi!