It's been a particularly long session today, Lucifer being unforgivingly harsh. Because of that Sam's now completely beat.

Sitting in the corner of the small cell Lucifer was kind enough to create for him, he's huffing and trying to catch his breath. Sam closes his eyes and attempts to will away the pain he's feeling, well, everywhere. His face, his chest, his hands, even his hair… every exposed part of him is stained with his own blood. He's been torn apart today, Lucifer going for the old fashioned physical torture instead of the usually crueler mental stuff. Sam hates the mental stuff so, even though he's a mess and in pain even with having been put back together once done, he'd take this instead every time.

Running a hand through his hair, his fingers coming away even more bloody than before, he sighs. Lucifer has given him a break. He knows it won't last long but right at the moment he's alone and he's not in immediate anguish. This is one of those few and far between good moments.

The silence envelopes him as he closes his eyes. He listens to the pattern of his even breathing and realizes how longs it's been since he had an even tempo to him breathing. It's been panicked and quick or harsh and ragged with pain but rarely even with the chance to just be.

"Hiya, Sammy."

And the good moment just went to complete and total shit with the sound of that voice. Looking to the doorway he sees exactly who he knew he would. Besides the fact that he knows that voice possibly better than his own and still better than Lucifer's, only one person calls him Sammy anyways.

"Wow, dude… bad day down here?" Dean tells him with smooth levity once he really takes a look at his little brother covered in blood. Sam doesn't dignify this with an answer. "Guess that's what you get for becoming a monster topside, huh? A face-full of torture that could make you go insane."

Ah, the monster thing, Sam thinks to himself. He's heard this one a few times now from Dean-wearing-images and he's beginning to wonder if it'll have much of an effect on him for much longer. He getting used to it now.

"How's it going down here, anyways?" Dean asks as he begins walking slowly around the small cell while looking around. He drags his index finger down one of the cell bars in a small window that looks out over nothing but pitch-black darkness and when he pulls it away its covered in dirt and grime. "I see the maid hasn't been in yet today."

Sam just closes his eyes again. He leans his head back onto the stone brick wall behind him and sighs. He really doesn't want to have to do this again. He's already had to go through this about twenty times with imposter Dean and each time it sucked. Plus, he's exhausted right now. The effort it takes to put up with this shit will just tired him further.

"Aw, come on Sammy! Talk to me!" his big brother chides him on as Sam hears the footsteps come closer to him. "Don't just sit there and sulk like some moody little emo girl."

He has to hand it to Lucifer. He sure knows how to make a fake Dean sound just like the real thing. If Sam didn't know any better he might have second guessed if this image was the real thing or not.

"You know, kiddo," Dean starts once he reaches Sam's side. He crouches down to his little brother's level and looks right at him. "I gotta say... you look like total shit."

Sam lifts his head and figures what the fuck. He opens his eyes and looks at what could be an exactly clone of Dean. The green eyes are the right color, his short, dirty-blond hair is styled perfectly the way Dean always did and the crow's feet that have gotten deeper over time are even more obvious when he smiles. It's Dean through and through… even though it's not.

Sam smirks just slightly when he looks at his fake-brother.

"You're not Dean," Sam grins out, knowing how true it is.

"Don't be so sure of that," he winks right back. "So, you miss me?"

"No," Sam tells the fake Dean with all honesty. He misses his real brother, most definitely. But not this version.

"Sure you do," Dean brushes off with a grin. "You miss me, you miss Bobby, you miss L… you probably miss Rina the most though, huh?" He stands up and starts walking to the other side of the cell which isn't exactly far, pacing like Dean does. "Miss getting it in with that hot gypsy piece of ass?"

"Dean, don't," Sam half warns half asks in a tired voice. Dean rolls his eyes.

"What!? She was hot!" Fake Dean turns and points at Sam. "I was proud of you for that one, little brother. You finally started to learn from the master." He adjusts his green army jacket in a way that ensures he refers to himself as said master. "God I hope you wrecked that pussy…"

"Don't talk about her like that," Sam sharply warns without having meant to do it. He hates when he feeds into these encounters but talking about such a sweet and good girl like that just made him angry.

"Dude, relax. You barely knew her," Dean brushes off as he keeps going. "Ha, at first I figured you were nuts going after a chick like that. She was so closed off, so goody. Those kinda chicks are never any good when you get them alone."

"Jesus Christ," Sam complains as he sees where this is going. Soon enough Dean will truly cross the line and Sam will snap. He'll fall right into whatever it is that Lucifer is using to fuck with him and he'll attack. He's just so worn out though…

"See now, Rina's hot but I wouldn't have bothered with her," Dean continues to break it all down for Sam. "Jessica I would have totally went for. She's not your usual type either. You're not much of a meat on the bones kinda guy normally, but Jess? Ooh, nice heart-shaped ass, big tits… she just looked like fun. I would have paid good money to get into those panties before she burned up."

"Dean, stop," Sam asks in a tired but growingly annoyed tone. That was his first he's talking about so crudely… and the woman that had to die just for knowing him.

"But you know who I would give up my right nut to fuck?" Dean stands tall, pausing his pacing for dramatic effect and his eyes stare right at Sam. "Louise Becker."

And then the fury starts.

"Always have been a sucker for some blue eyes. And my God, what a body on her. Tight, petite, perfect… and her lips. Dude, DSLs like I've never seen! Please tell me she put them to good use and sucked your cock at least once before she went and got her head lopped off."

"Stop." Sam's voice is much harsher than even last time, his nostrils flaring.

"Hmm, you know what? I never told you about the night before we left Bobby's after staying there for a couple days once we killed those Nix in Oklahoma City, did I?"

This is when Sam gets sucked into it totally. His eyes shoot over to Dean with sheer morbid curiosity.

"Ha, guess not," his brother returns with levity when seeing the reaction he gets. "See, when I said I'd give my right nut to fuck her, I meant to add in again. I would give my right nut to fuck Lou… a second time."

"You're lying," Sam seriously states, wanting this whole thing to stop already.

"Oh, unlike you I don't lie to my family, Sammy," Dean very seriously tells Sam, receiving a hatred coated glare in return before moving on. "First I had a lovely little goodbye fuck with Lizzy, of course. Never could leave her without the proper bang session since I didn't know when I was gonna see her again and get another go with her."

"Dean," Sam warns, not wanting to hear any more.

"So Lizzy passes out after I totally wear her out but I was still wide awake, so I went to walk around the house and maybe find a beer. You were on the couch and, being the awesome brother that I am, I didn't want to wake you. So I went outside and found Lou sitting on the side steps. She couldn't sleep either. Lucky me, huh?"

"Shut up," Sam grits out, feeling a weird sudden urge to believe this version of Dean and what he says.

"We went to go hang out in the Impala. I turned on some Petty… you know that's about as good a panty dropper as tequila is to Lou… and the next thing you know she's practically tearing my pants off. In no time flat I had her screaming my name in the backseat." He smirks something proud and evil at Sam.

"You would never do that, not the real you."

"Sam, I banged your prom date when you were a senior. Of course I would do that!"

This Dean makes way too good a point. Way, way too good a point.

"And really it was all your fault that it happened at all. You should have just fucked her like she wanted you to that night so that I didn't have to. She practically begged you to stay in her room and you refused her like an idiot."

"I'd just met her, Dean. I cared about her. I wasn't trying to use her."

"And that's exactly why you never pulled enough tail, Sam. You have respect. I, on the other hand, don't. And I do quite well for myself."

Sam rubs his hands over his face and tries his hardest to remember this can't be real. This is all made up.

"Mm, she's a fucking wild one, that Lou," Dean fondly remembers. "Horniest chick I've ever met. And loud! She practically impaled herself on my dick once she pulled it out of my pants. Oh, and when I slapped her ass while I was fucking her from behind she begged me to do it again over and over and over… she probably had bruises for weeks. That little slut probably wore them with pride too."

"Ok," Sam says, standing up from the floor and ready to shut Dean up himself if need be. He's had far more than enough.

"Aw, you don't like me talking about your dead girlfriend like that?" Dean grins wide. "Though, then again, I guess she was never really yours. You were too much of a puss to claim that hot ass as your own while she was still kicking. I'm just happy I got my chance in before that vamp took her down."

"Stop!" Sam's fists clenched as he stares daggers into his brother.

"Ha, you know what? I can even prove to you that everything I'm telling you is the truth. I mean, how else would I know that every time she comes particularly hard, has the kind of orgasm that changes your life, she lets out this sexy little giggle when she's coming back down that is just, mm…"

Sam's heart drops to his feet with that detail. He knows. Dean fucking knows. That's something only someone that knew Lou intimately would know. All of it… it's completely true.

"Fuck you!" Sam charges across the small room, his hands clamping down around Dean's neck as he pushes him into the wall so harshly Dean's eye roll a bit.

"Sam," Dean struggles out through his constricted throat.

"You son of a bitch!" Sam snaps as he presses down hard on Dean's throat.

"I'd… do it… again… if I… could."

"I hate you!" Sam shouts in this version of Dean's face as his grip tightens. Dean can't speak now, his face red and mouth gasping for air but getting none. "I fucking hate you! Die!"

Sam, his teeth clenched with fury and his eyes piecing into Dean's, squeezes as hard as he can through his utter exhaustion. Dean's body starts to go slack and his green eyes grow more distant as the seconds tick away. They aren't focused on him anymore.

"Why would you do that to me, Dean!?" Sam screams in a totally broken voice as he watches the last of the light go out in the eyes he's looked at almost every day of his topside life. "Why the fuck would you do that!? You know how I felt about her!"

It's then with tears of fury in his eyes that he realizes Dean is long gone and he's still strangling the lifeless body.

He lets go and the Dean-a-like slumps onto the floor, his eyes still open.

"Such a fucking whore," Sam huffs with disgust as he walks back to his spot in the opposite corner of the room. He sits down again, just like before, and peers at the body across from him. His emotions are mixed but it almost shocks him for a split second when he realizes that it didn't hurt to kill his brother's image this time around. For the first time it felt pretty good.

"Why was sex always so important to you?" Sam keeps talking to the only other person in the room. It's rare that he has company of any kind so why not? "Why, Dean? It trumped hunting and dad… and me. You always picked slutty chicks over your own brother. You ditched me to fool around all the fucking time. But why?"

The dead body doesn't speak back.

"I don't get it," Sam keeps going, airing something that has upset him for so long, since he was a young kid. "You were all I had and at the drop of a hat you'd abandon me for some half-ugly piece of desperate ass. Do you know what that did to me!?"

Again, silence from the dead Dean.

"Lucifer has used clowns to scare the fucking shit out of me so many times… and they wouldn't even bother me if it wasn't for you ditching me a Plucky's all the fucking time to get your dick wet." Sam shakes his head in disgust as he relives these times in his head. "You're fucking pathetic. You had to get girls to fawn all over you just to feel good about yourself. It's sad. And all the while I was sitting there, with you every day, and you never even noticed how much I looked up to you. Dad was always your hero… and you never knew you were mine. You never took the second to really see it. Such an asshole."

Taking a deep breath to calm himself and try to stop the misery from getting worse, Sam starts to feel remorse while he thinks a little harder about it all.

"I just wanted you to see it," Sam says, his voice now sad instead of angry. "I wish you knew how much respect I had for you even back then, even when chasing tail and ignoring me. And with all my mistakes in life, all the horrible things I've done…" Sam stares right into Dean's empty ones. "I just wanted you to have even a fraction of that amount of respect for me. But I kept letting you down. I let you down so many times…"

Sam wipes his eyes and tries not to get any of his own smeared blood into them.

"And you didn't ever fuck Lou," Sam begins to rationalize as he sniffles. "You've done a lot of fucked up shit in your day but you would never have done that to me… Lizzy either. I know you and you wouldn't. You're not that horrible."

But… is he?