[A/N: Check it out, another update! This is pretty impressive for me. I put this warning in my other story that I put up, but I'm not sure how many of y'all are reading that so I'll put it here too. I probably won't be updating much for the next couple of weeks (possibly even longer, I honestly don't know) for two reasons: 1) I'm going on a four-day camping trip with some kids at church (ugh) and we aren't allowed any electronics so we can "have a more spiritual experience", and 2) Afterwards I'm going to come out to my parents, and I'm not sure how they'll react but I'm sort of expecting the worst, so if I vanish from the face of the earth for a while that's why. I'll be leaving for my camping trip on Saturday, so we'll see what happens between now and then.]

[This chapter is mostly from Sam's perspective until the end, and there are some slight Samifer elements but the primary ship will still be Sabriel.]

Chapter 7

Sam

It was dark, and cold. Sam was huddled in the corner of the room, shivering and wishing for some light, or a weapon, or for Gabriel. Wishing to wake up and find that this was just another nightmare.

He didn't know where he was.

He didn't know how the demons had found him when Gabriel's Grace was protecting them.

What he did know was that he hurt all over. The demons that had kidnapped him had really done a number on his body. His ribs in particular were aching something fierce, and he thought that at least one of them was cracked if not broken. His legs were starting to go numb from the zip-ties cinched tightly around his ankles, and he'd long since rubbed his wrists raw from the ropes around his wrists, preventing him from attempting to escape. All of this, combined with the vulnerability of being unable to see in the dark room he was locked away in, left Sam feeling very afraid.

Wrapping his lanky arms his legs, Sam focused on breathing - ignoring the sharp protest from his ribs - and tried to stay calm. He closed his eyes, not that it made much difference, and tried once more to pray to his archangel. He'd been doing so since the demons came, but he had a sinking feeling that Gabriel couldn't hear him because he wasn't answering, and there was no way that he would ignore Sam if he could hear him.

There wasn't much else he could do, though, so Sam closed his eyes and called out with his whole soul, pleading for the archangel to find him.

He was met with silence, interrupted only by his own ragged breaths. Exhaling slowly, a shaky sound that wasn't quite a sigh, the young Winchester tilted his head back until it was against the wall behind him.

There was nothing for him to do but wait.

It could have been minutes or hours later - time was hard to gauge when nothing changed - that the door opened, the faint light streaming in from the hallway blinding him after nothing but darkness. Squinting, Sam made out a silhouette of a person standing in the doorway. Tensing, Sam glared as the figure approached him.

With a low chuckle, the figure crouched in front of him, the dim light behind him leaving him in shadow. He placed a hand on his knee that the hunter recoiled from as much as he could, given he was in the corner. "Hello, Sam," he murmured in a soothing baritone voice.

Sam had barely opened his mouth when the man was pulling out a knife that gleamed in the weak light from the hall, causing panic to shoot through the young hunter. He tried to knock it away, but this just earned him a patronizing-sounding chuckle as the man's free hand held his wrist in an impossibly strong grip. Sam struggled but the guy was wicked strong, and the way he was tied limited his freedom of movement, so all his effort earned him was a small nick on the wrist as the ropes were cut away.

Wait, what?

Confused, Sam stared at his now-freed hands, flexing them with a slight wince and watching warily as the ties on his ankles were similarly cut.

"There, now, isn't that better?" the voice almost crooned, and something about it just sent a shudder up Sam's spine. "Don't worry, Sam, they won't hurt you again so long as I'm here. I'll be sure you're taken care of until you're ready." He patted the top of the hunter's head, causing Sam to send him a bitchface that was unfortunately lost in the dark, before standing and heading back towards the door.

"Ready for what?" Sam called after him in a voice slightly hoarse from disuse, trying to rub the feeling back into his legs. He heard a click and blinked as light flooded the room. His blood run cold as he found himself staring into the smiling pale blue eyes of the devil.

"Ready to say yes, Sam," he replied.

He was gone before Sam could respond.

After what felt like hours of pacing later, Lucifer returned with a tray of food that had Sam's mouth watering as the smell wafted over to him, his stomach rumbling appreciatively. The fallen angel chuckled quietly, gently kicking the door shut behind him.

"Hungry, Sam?"

The hunter snorted, ignoring the hollow ache in his stomach - he hadn't eaten all day. "Yeah, like I'd eat any food you offer me. You're probably trying to roofie me or something."

Seemingly genuine hurt filled those blue eyes as he looked at Sam in offense. "Sam, I would never hurt you. You're my one true vessel." His eyes raked hungrily over Sam's body as he spoke, causing the hunter to shudder slightly. "To ruin that would be a tragedy."

Sam waited until the angel looked at him, jaw slightly tensed, before saying in a terse voice, "I won't say yes to you, Lucifer. And you can't keep me here forever."

Rather than being worried, Lucifer looked amused. "Oh? And why can't I?" he asked, striding closer. Sam backed away, but he didn't stop, so the hunter found himself with his back pressed against the wall, the angel directly in front of him, almost pressing against him. Heart pounding, Sam glared down into pale blue eyes and wondered what it was with angels about invading personal space.

Sam opened his mouth to respond but his entire train of thought ground to a halt when he felt a hand sliding up his thigh. A strangled gasp caught in his throat, and he barely processed the angel crooning in his ear, "Sam, Sammy, my Sam - the things I could do to you. I could make you scream and beg, and you would be powerless to stop me." His lips grazed the sensitive flesh of Sam's ear and Sam shuddered, fear pulsing through him in time with his racing heart. Dazed, he discovered that his hands were on Lucifer's chest, pushing lightly.

"Lucifer," Sam said, hating how weak and shaky his voice had become, "get off of me..."

"Is that really what you want, Sam?" he asked.

Sam almost spat out the "yes" building in his throat, desperate for some space, and caught himself just in time. Glaring at Lucifer, he nodded emphatically, pushing again with his hands for emphasis. He shuddered again when thin fingers wound their way into his hair, a strangled gasp of "Lucifer!" escaping without his permission. The fallen archangel chuckled.

"Oh, Sam, you know you want to say yes - it would be pleasant for you if you did, I'd make sure of it. One little word, Sam. Say yes to me." He was whispering in Sam's ear, ignoring the hunter's feeble head-shakes, capturing his earlobe lightly with teeth and dragging across the tender skin in a way that had Sam shuddering, a soft groan escaping his throat. Humiliation turned his face scarlet as Lucifer laughed softly and he shoved again.

"I'm not saying yes, now get off of me." He meant it to be a demand but it came out as more of a plea.

"I won't force you into anything, Sam," he murmured, his hands sliding slowly up the hunter's chest before he moved back with a low chuckle. "But I'm eagerly awaiting your yes."

Sam swallowed, relieved that the angel was no longer in his personal space, finding it a bit easier to breathe. They stared at each other for a few moments, angel amused, hunter wary.

"I won't say yes to you," Sam almost spat, but the declaration lacked the force he'd have liked to inject it with. "Eventually, Dean or Gabe will find out wherever you have me, and they'll bust me out. We'll stop you."

Lucifer started laughing. "Oh, Sam, you think I don't know that your brother and mine would come for you? I'm counting on it." He grinned maliciously and Sam felt like the air was slowly being sucked from the room.

"Why would you...?"

Lucifer was explaining before he could even finish the question. "If you won't say yes to me because you want to, then maybe you'll say yes to keep them safe." He smirked as Sam's eyes widened in alarm. "This is the trap - you're the bait. Say yes now, and I'll not touch them. Deny me again, and I'll have everyone you care about ripped to pieces."

Sam gaped at him, something in his chest aching. "Y-you wouldn't..."

"Do you really think that, Sam? More importantly, do you want to find out?" Lucifer tilted his head suddenly, eyes narrowing slightly, seeming to listen to something only he could hear, before a cold grin broke across his features. "I'd decide quick, Sam - they're right outside."

Panic ripped through Sam. He couldn't let anything happen to Gabe or Dean, or Cas for that matter. Staring into those icy blue eyes, the hunter had no doubt that he could and would kill them if Sam kept defying him, probably in front of Sam. He hesitated in indecision, and the angel shrugged, turning away and walking towards the door.

"Tick tock, Sammy. Say yes now, or I'll go deal with them."

Something in Sam shriveled as he strode across the room, grabbing Lucifer's shoulder to stop him. The angel halted, turning slightly to look at him with a smirk.

"Made up your mind, have you?"

Swallowing, Sam nodded slowly. "Yes," he whispered.

Dean

"You know it's probably a trap, right?" Gabriel said from the back seat, absently tapping his fingers against his thigh anxiously.

"Of course it's a trap. Doesn't matter. Sam is in there, and we're getting him out," Dean said stonily, fists clenched on the steering wheel. Cas glanced at him worriedly from the passenger seat.

It had been about six hours ago, each of them buried in research trying to track down the Devil in the hopes that wherever he was, Sam would be too, when Gabriel had announced that he could sense Sam. Lucifer was holding him in Detroit, Michigan.

They would have been here two hours ago if Cas hadn't wasted precious time arguing with Dean about the wisdom of charging in, guns blazing, without a plan.

Now, they were sitting outside of a run-down house with the windows coated in ice. Gabriel and, more faintly, Cas could sense Lucifer's presence inside, but there were demons guarding the perimeter. Dean was itching to just go and gank the black-eyed sons of bitches, but the angels were more hesitant. They feared that Lucifer had something up his sleeve that would complicate matters.

Dean was opening his mouth to try, again, to convince them that they couldn't afford to wait any longer, when brilliant white light exploded from every window in the house. Yelling in alarm, Dean threw open his door and was racing across the street without even thinking. He heard Cas scrambling and Gabriel cursing, and he saw the demons rushing at him, but he didn't care. He slipped past them and could hear the screams as the angels took care of them. Dean was more worried about Sam at the moment.

He kicked the door down and yelled, "Sam!" as he rushed inside, pulling the demon-killing blade from where it was tucked in his belt. The white light was fading, but Dean could see that it was emanating from a room down the hall. He raced towards it and kicked that door in, too.

His baby brother was kneeling on the floor in the center of the room, hands braced on the floor, hair in his face as his shoulders shook silently.

"Sam," he said in relief, tucking the knife away again as he skidded to Sam on his knees. Tentatively, Dean touched his shoulder. "Sam?"

"Not quite," Sam murmured, lifting his head slowly to look at Dean. His eyes were wrong. Coldly amused, not at all like the warm passionate expressions that Sam always exhibited. Dean's blood ran cold as realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Sam said yes," he muttered numbly, shocked.

"I don't know what they mean when they say Sam's the smarter one, you seem to catch on quickly," Lucifer said using Sam's mouth, a harsh smile tilting the corners up in a very un-Sam-like expression that had Dean's stomach twisting with revulsion. Lucifer stood slowly and Dean scrambled to follow the motion, watching uncomfortably as he stretched Sam's body and made a quiet, pleased sound. "Sam, though, has a lovely body. Fits like a glove, much better than Nick." He sounded satisfied and Dean thought he might puke.

"Are you going to kill us now?" Dean whispered, hoping that if he kept his voice quiet then the Devil wouldn't notice the faint trembling in his tone.

He fought a shudder when Lucifer laughed. "Tempting, but no."

"Why not?" Dean's words were mechanical because he couldn't feel anything. Everything inside him had shut down, gone numb.

"I made Sam a promise, and I honor my promises." He tilted his head for a moment, seeming to listen to something only he could hear, before smirking. "Sam sends his apologies."

Dean blinked and was surprised to feel a flicker of heat lick at his insides, anger threatening to dispel the numbness at the words. Lucifer smirked at him again before turning for the door.

"You'd better kill me." The words fell past numb lips before Dean could stop them. He barely noticed he was shaking, his tone harsh and ragged.

The angel wearing his brother paused, arching an eyebrow at him. "Pardon?"

"You better kill me now. Or I swear, I will find a way to kill you." The promise felt empty, lacking heart and heat, and Dean thought maybe Lucifer could see that because he only smiled.

"I know you won't. Because you can't kill Sam, and he and I are now one and the same. And I know you won't say yes to Michael, either. You're too prideful. No matter what you do, Dean, you can't stop me. I win. So, I win."

"You're wrong," Dean said shakily.

A small smirk adorned his face once more as the Devil turned to go. "I'll be seeing you, Dean." Before Dean could say another word, there was a faint rustle of unseen wings and he was gone, leaving Dean alone.

Dean fell to his knees, exhaling raggedly, the burning in his eyes warning him of the tears threatening to fill them. "Sam," he whispered.

It was no use. Sam was gone.

[A/N: So I need your guys' help. I originally had exactly one ending for this, and I could easily still do that ending, but I'm not sure how you guys would feel about it. And today I realized that there are some alternative options for how this happens and I want to know which you guys would prefer. I'm going to give the options without spoiling the ending completely, and I want you guys to vote. Here's what could happen without too much detail:

Option 1 - Lucifer dies (This would be a very bittersweet ending for reasons that would come to light later, and the original ending I was planning on)

Option 2 - God comes back and drags Lucifer from Sam and back to Heaven to deal with him

Option 3 - Gabriel gets Lucifer out of Sam and throws Lucifer back into the cage

That's as much as I can reveal. So, now I need your guys' input. The polls are open! Y'all have until I eventually get back from my temporary hiatus (see A/N at the beginning of the chapter) to register your opinion.]