Amanda was woken by a loud thud against her bedroom wall and she fumbled with the light switch on the lamp on her nightstand. She sat up and looked around but saw nothing out of place. She got up and crept to the door and opened it slowly. She stuck her head out into the hallway and looked around. She saw Sam sitting on the floor next to her door, leaning up against the wall. He had a whiskey bottle in one hand and his gun in the other.

"Sam?", Amanda whispered. "Are you OK?" Sam's head was down and he swayed drunkenly. He tilted his head up to look at her with bloodshot eyes and a humorless chuckle escaped his mouth before he looked away.

"Nnnoooo, Baby Bear, I-I don' think I ammm. Not aaat aall.", Sam slurred. Sam hadn't used that pet name in years and it frightened her to hear him say it now, while he had a gun in his hand. Amanda knelt next to Sam and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"What happened, Sam? Why... why do you have that gun?" Sam looked down at the gun and turned it around in his hand, studying it like he'd never seen one before.

"Havve you ever w-wondered whaat your life would beee like if... if you never met u-us?" He never took his eyes off that shining piece of steel in his hand as he spoke. "Ifff your mom was ssstill a-alive?" Amanda looked down at her feet before she spoke.

"Maybe a few times. At first. I... I missed her." Amanda sat down next to Sam and sighed. "I was messed up for a long time." Sam's face contorted in pain like someone had stabbed him. "But, you know what?"

"Whaat?", Sam grumbled.

"I wouldn't trade my life for anything", she whispered close to Sam's ear. "I get to save lives and kill things!" She smiled at her brother. "How many people get to say THAT!" Sam gave her a halfhearted smile and stared down at the gun again. Amanda had to think of something to say to keep him from fixating on that damn gun! "I wouldn't have made it out there in the real world anyways. I was a shitty student." Amanda began to chuckle as she envisioned what her career might have been. "I probably woulda ended up a hooker or wearing a paper hat asking people, "You want fries with that?" Sam turned to look at her and snorted before he could stop himself. "I'm so glad that my imaginary career choices amuse you so much, Winchester!", Amanda growled playfully, elbowing him in the ribs.

"I'm sssorry, Mmmanda", Sam said wiping his nose on the back of his hand. "I didn't mean to w-waaake you. I'm jusss... I... I don' know w-what I'm doin' anymore." Sam put the bottle down on the floor and held the gun in both hands, staring at it. "I fffeel sssso lost." Sam's hands began to shake and his breathing picked up.

"Sam?", she whispered. "Give me the gun, Sam." Amanda held her hand out and Sam just stared at it. "Please?" He looked into her pleading eyes and sighed, slapping the pistol into her waiting hand. He picked up the bottle again and looked at the amber liquid sloshing around inside.

"Guesss I'll have ta kill my livvver instead, huh?", Sam muttered, taking a giant swig.

"Sam, please! Tell me what happened! Maybe I can help!", Amanda whispered, lying the gun on the floor next to her.

"NO!", Sam blurted out. "I c-can't... I can't tell you. An' you can't tell Deean or C-Cas about this! Promissse me, Baby Bear!" Sam grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her until she answered him back.

"OK! OK, Sam", Amanda finally relented. I promise not to tell!" Sam let her go and tried to stand up, losing his balance and landing hard on his ass.

"I Th-think I-I'mmm a lil bit druunk!", Sam giggled.

"Yeah! Just a little bit!", Amanda groaned, helping Sam to his feet. "OK! Come on, Big Guy!" Sam leaned on the wall with his head low, his hair hanging in his face. "Let's get you to bed." She wrapped Sam's giant arm around her shoulders and practically dragged him back to his room. And for a woman all of 5'6'' and 110lbs., that was a feat in and of itself. By the time she got him to his bed, Amanda was panting and sweating. She let him fall onto the bed with his ginormous feet hanging off the side. She left him how he fell and pulled the blanket over him. She gave him one last look and whispered. "Night, Sam." Then she pulled the door closed softly behind her. She picked up the gun and the half-empty bottle of booze off the floor and put them away. But she didn't got back to her room. Not yet.

Lucifer sat in the dark, smiling up at the ceiling. He so loved tormenting Sam. He had gotten to be an expert at both physical and mental torture of the younger Winchester. Most of the time he never even had to touch Sam to have him whimpering and blubbering in the corner of the cage. He had made Sam see visions of so many horrible things, but never had Lucifer gone this far before. He reveled in it's simplicity and it's brutality. The sexual depravity of the vision he forced into Sam's melon almost made him jizz in his pants. Suddenly there was a soft knock at the door that pulled him out of his daydream.

"Cas?", A small voice called from the other side of the door. "Can I talk to you?" The door opened slowly and a pair of bright blue eyes peeked at him from out of the darkness. Cas grinned as he reached for the lamp on the bedside table. It morphed into Cas' usual grimace as he switched on the light.

"Of course, Amanda", he said in Cas' usual gruff voice. "Is something wrong?" She walked slowly into the room and sat next to him on the bed. She sat staring at her hands for just a moment. She hated breaking her promise not to tell, but she couldn't keep something like this to herself. Her brother needed help.

"It's Sam", Amanda whispered. "He's... I don't know... there's something wrong with him, Cas!" She looked up at him while she sat wringing her hands in distress. "I... I'm really worried about him." Lucifer slid closer to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"I think Sam's just feeling guilty for putting you in harms way", Lucifer frowned. Amanda looked up at him confused.

"He didn't put me in harms way! I wanted to be there!" Lucifer had to think fast.

"What I meant was that obviously Sam THINKS he put you in harms way." Amanda laid her head on his chest and nodded. "And being tricked by Lucifer didn't exactly help", he added. She pressed herself against him for comfort and Lucifer's hand slid down her arm to cup her elbow. "Sam's strong though, he'll bounce back from this."

"I don't know, Cas. You didn't see him earlier." Lucifer's hand slipped lower, curling around her rib cage. "He was really drunk and going on about what it would have been like if I had never met him and Dean!" His fingers slithered down to her waist and she shivered unconsciously. He rubbed her side up and down soothingly, trying to look like he was trying to calm her. His palm settled on her hip and he pulled her closer into him.

"Don't worry, Amanda", Lucifer purred with Cas' voice. He rubbed gentle circles on her hip and smiled at her. "If it'll make you feel better, I'll talk to him in the morning, OK?" His eyes went back to that piercing gaze that he had when they were trapped in the holding cell.

"O...OK?", Amanda stuttered. She was feeling very uncomfortable again and she squirmed in his hold. "I... I th-think I should g-go back to bed now." She nearly leaped off the bed and hurried for the door. "Thanks, Cas!" And she was gone. Lucifer grinned at the open door and leaned back against the headboard with his hands behind his head and his ankles crossed. He was enjoying planting the seeds of doubt in her mind. Then he would turn back into the lovable and innocent angel that she loved, making her question herself and her sanity, what human's call "Gaslighting", just before he dropped a bomb in her lap.

"This is going to be SOOO much fun!", Lucifer purred.