AN: Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! I know, I know. My parents and I still had a scrap and they still aren't listening to me. Oh well. I called my insurance place (because that's what they're fussing about) and they said I'm all good. So I'm not going to worry about anymore. I'm all good. That and yesterday, I worked on my book a little and then my internet went out a few times. So yeah. I sowwy. It's the plot bunnies. It's always their fault. Lol. Anyways. I did a little thing where I took Mason and put him in one of my little horror stories, and I now know how sick and demented he really is. This guy needs therapy and one huge chill pill shoved up his butt. Like for real. Y'all think he's demented here *shudders at my own horror story* Anyways. Stephen King got nothing on me. Nah I'm joking. He's the king of horror, always will be. Anywhozzles. I drew Deadpool on my chalkboard wall. It's awesome. I drew Pearl first from Steven Universe. Anyways. Pics are coming to my Mutilated Pancake Facebook page, this weekend if I have time, so keep your eyes out for them. I'll be spamming y'all with chalkboard doodles! All of them! So much of them. Muahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Alright. I'm done with that. Anyways. I still have some new stories to post on my profile, they'll be up later tonight or tomorrow. Sometime...next week...the Tuesday after the Monday of next Friday. Wait...what?! See what happens when the plot bunnies don't let you turn off author mode? Anyways, when we left off, Mason you bastard! Lucy go away!

lenail125-Don't worry my darling! Sammy will be rescued!

spnfanforlife-Pffffffftttttt...HAHAHAHAHAHA! Run Lucy run! Your next! Oh my Chuck my darling. That was funny. Right! Time! Time to work! *cracks knuckles* Onwards and forwards my darling!

brihun2388-Let it run away! It's a sign of a healthy writer ;) Anyways, don't my dear *cracks knuckles* I'm on it! Mason will get what's coming to him. Thank you my darling, I sent you a PM. PS: I refuse to take mine off X3

Ruby-*unhooks you and keeps you in a bowl on my desk* (Lol! I'm glad you're it my darling!)

Aziza Maye-Mason needs to be thrown out a window, then hugged. No he can't, but don't worry, I'm on it! He snuck in...assbutt.

Enjoy

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And Shit Keeps Coming

Lucifer walked up to the poor boy trapped in his snare. He had been meaning to talk to him but the boy fell off his radar. This Mason was a powerful warlock. His wards kept him from locating Sam in his dreams. But now, he has and he can speak to Sam. Sam has no choice but to listen. He has him caught and gagged. He walked up to Sam and tsked at the boy. Sam growled behind the shadow thing that was covering the lower half of his face. He tried to struggle, but whatever was holding him captive, had a tight hold on him. He couldn't move at all. He tried forcing Lucifer out of his mind, but he was so weak and tired from the curse Mason placed on him, he couldn't do much.

"My poor Samuel. This demented thing hurting you like this. You know, if you say yes I can make this all go away." Lucifer said with a soft smile.

Sam glared at him and shook his head. He began to struggle again and found some reserve strength left. It was all he had left. He could either use it to force Lucifer out or escape Mason. He could with Mason, Lucifer however, Sam wanted him out. Like now.

"Now Sam. I know this hurts and such, but just say yes, er nod rather. I would remove the gag but I know your mouth can be just as bad as your brothers." Lucifer said.

Again Sam shook his head no, and used a bit of the last of the strength he had to get out of the bonds. Once freed he looked at Lucifer dead in the face with an icy glare. If looks could kill, Lucifer would've burned right there. Hell, the King of well Hell, looked a little scared of him.

"Get out." Sam rasped.

"Sam, don't test me. Say yes." Lucifer said sending Sam his own glare.

"No. Get the fuck out of my head." Sam said a little stronger.

"Sam-"

"I SAID NO! GET OUT!" Sam screamed and with the last drop of his strength, he sent Lucy packing.

Sam now truly exhausted both physically and mentally, fell back into darkness. Sometime later a voice brought him back to the living. Sam whimpered as the pain hit and groaned with depression. He just wanted to die already. But apparently Mason had other ideas. Sam felt a hand caress his cheek and lips on his. His eyes fluttered open and saw Mason sitting on the metal table next to his hip. He was speaking softly to him. Sam looked over at his once family, and noticed that Bobby and Dean had been crying and trying to escape their bonds. Same with Castiel minus the tears. Sam looked back at Mason and wondered what he did that made two hardened hunters weep.

"Oh them?" He asked reading the question on his prince's face. "You died again for a few moments. First you passed out and then started dreaming. You began to thrash like you were having another seizure and then, you went still. I checked you over, and you didn't have a pulse. Luckily, I remembered I have AED and used it to bring you back. How are you feeling my sweet prince?"

Sam licked his lips. He was tired and wanted to sleep forever. But he was also thirsty. Mason nodded and helped him sip some water. It was so good, he whined when Mason took the bottle away.

"Now now my love. Can't have you getting sick." Mason crooned to him. "I'll take care of you. Such good care of you. Unlike your 'family' over there. Those tears, fake my prince. They're pretending. They don't love you. Not anymore. You've been abandoned. Like me."

Sam felt tears pricking his eyes.

"I know my sweet Sam. They left you alone. But you've always been alone. Like me." Mason said sadly.

Sam whimpered and the tears spilled over. Sam couldn't help it. He was so tired and weak, he couldn't hold it back. Besides, Mason was right. He was all alone. He always had been, now more than ever. He was unloved all because of one mistake. No. Many mistakes. His mistakes caused his family to pay the price when it should've been him. Dean should've left him dead at Cold Oaks. Hell, his father should've left him to burn and save his mother instead. He shouldn't have been born for that matter! Dean would've had a better life.

"I know what you're thinking. You feel like you shouldn't have been born. I've felt that way too." Mason said. "But nothing we can do now."

Mason activated the curse and Sam had no strength left to scream, he had no strength left to hold on. He was fading, and he was welcoming death. Before he slipped totally under and before he closed his eyes one last time. He saw that Dean had broken out of his bonds and was fighting Mason.

"You hang in there Sammy! You hear me!?" He heard Dean shout. He sounded so far away. "Sam! SAMMY!"

Sam closed his eyes and let go.

Dammit Lucifer, dammit Mason, dammit plot bunnies that make me write this heartbreaking stuff!

Until Next Time! *hides away from everyone and the world while writing*