*Authors note- I know I took a horrific amount of time with this chapter. I'm going to try to post the next one sooner. Nevertheless, thanks for reading and I hope you're enjoying the story!*
Sam Winchester knew a number of things for sure
1. DC was so better than Marvel
2. Sandwiches just taste better when cut into triangles
3. There were way too many places in Europe.
"France." He guessed, having already crossed off England, Italy, and Spain from the list.
She giggled, "Nope." She was enjoying this one one-sided guessing game.
"Sweeden."
"Nu-uh."
"Russia?"
"Try again."
Sam let out an over-dramatic sigh, but was unsuccessful at keeping the beaming smile off of his face. How could he? It was pretty fair to say that this was the best moment of his adult life, second only to graduating Stanford.
The random guessing game went on through the ride to the airport and the connection flight. Every so often he would blurt out random countries and she would shake her head no. Even the flight attendants seemed to be in on it, very suspiciously avoiding destination names. Soon they had to transition flights, and Sam was all but out of countries.
A few hours into the next flight and Sam was absolutely convinced that they were going to Switzerland. However, when he turned in his seat to announce his finding to Jessica, she was sound asleep. She was smiling, her fingers resting on the wedding band that adorned her left hand, which stirred up a weird combination of emotions, some of the more popular ones being love, excitement and fear.
Love because he really did love Jessica, probably more than he's loved anything, aside from his brother of course. She was really the best of him, everything he wished he was.
Excitement because wow something good was finally happening to him, Sam Winchester.
Fear because holy crap something good was actually happening to him, Sam Winchester. He was near petrified about the thought of screwing it up. But it was too late to back out, and now, looking at Jessica sleeping peacefully, he was sure he made the right decision. As Dean has so gracefully put it, "You have to do something good for yourself Sammy, or you'll go all here's Johnny and murder everyone."
An eternity passed, and possibly a century or two, but finally they landed in…
Berlin, Germany! How did he not think of that? Honestly, he went to four years of law school and he didn't even know basic European geography.
Almost regrettably, Sam woke her up with a kiss on the cheek.
"Germany?" he questioned, amused. She responded with a sleepy smile, something Sam could put down as one of the best things to wake up next to.
Sam feel asleep that night extremely exhausted from… certain activities (oh, come on. It was his honeymoon!), and began to dream.
At first the dream was normal. He dreamed of Jessica and of mortgages and kids.
Then it took a turn down Weird Avenue.
And not like dancing bears kind of weird, but strange kind of weird. It was the kind of weird that might insinuate that he had one or two screws loose.
It began with Sam lying in his hotel bed, covered in blood, blood that did not belong to him at that. Now this was somewhat disconcerting, especially when he turned his gaze to the side of the bed left of him; it was occupied by corpse of his newlywed wife. Panicked, Sam looked back to the blood on his hands only to find they were clean of any scarlet liquid. A confused scan of the German hotel room revealed that Jessica was gone entirely.
"What the hell?" Sam muttered to himself, climbing out of bed, "Jess?"
A voice came from behind him, "Hello Sam."
A man stood in his hotel room, smiling comfortingly at him. The stranger looked like he was around his mid-thirties and had a strange skin rash across his face.
"Where's Jessica?" Sam demanded, taking a threatening step towards the man.
"She was never here." The intruder clarified, clearly not fazed by A. The fact that Sam was currently in his boxers and B. he was two seconds from steam rolling this guy. Slowly, the pieces fit together in Sam's mind.
"I'm dreaming." Sam reported, rolling his eyes and throwing his hands in the air.
"Very nice. It took this guy," He indicated to himself, "Ten minutes to sort it out."
Sam exhaled, "So what are you, a physical representation of mu unconscious mind or something?"
"My name is Lucifer."
"Wait, Lucifer as in Satan Lucifer?"
"You would know me as that, yes."
Now Sam wasn't an extremely religious guy, but he was pretty sure the Devil was bad news.
"Okay. That's new. Could you do me a solid and stay out of my dreams?"
"Why so rushed? I still have to talk to you."
"You don't have to do anything. You're not real."
Lucifer's smile widened, "Oh Sammy, I'm very real."
"Yeah and I'm Natalie Portman." He scoffed, unimpressed.
"Will killing Jessica again convince you?"
"You can do whatever you want; it doesn't matter because this is a dream." Sam pointed out, though the threat made him tense up.
Lucifer shrugged, "I can murder her in reality if you want; I just thought that might get us off on the wrong foot. Listen Sam, I want to be friends. It will make this whole process' a lot easier."
"What process?"
"I should probably explain. Let me start by saying I'm not as bad as people make me out to be."
"You're Satan."
"I feel you might be a bit bias."
Sam scoffed, "Yeah, because you're Satan."
Lucifer sighed, "Honestly, I've just got a bad rep. Do you want to know why I was cast down in the first place?" He stopped to look at Sam, waiting for an answer. Sam feel silent, and he took that as an answer.
"When God created us, angles, everything was perfect. Everything was paradise. My brothers and sisters loved my father, but no one loved him more than me. And then he created humans. These flawed creatures, made violent and brutish by nature. He expected us to love them, he expected us to love them more than him. I refused, and he cast me out. You see Sam? I did nothing wrong. My only crime was love."
Sam contemplated that for a moment, "Okay, so did you come into my dream for any other reason than to rant about your daddy issues?"
"Right, the apocalypse."
The blank stare Sam gave Lucifer was that of a blind man trying to read lips.
"That was pretty vague, let me explain. Some poor hunter broke the sixty-six seals, you know, from Revelations, and popped the cap on my cage, the one I've been imprisoned in for quite a while, which means it's the apocalypse. You with me so far?"
Sam nodded, though he was still incredibly lost.
"This also means I have to fight my brother Michal, I'm sure you've heard of him, in this epic battle of death. But that part doesn't concern you. You see angels can't just walk around among human without burning their eyes out of their skull; we need vessels, people that have the ability to hold us."
A realization dawned on Sam for a second time that night.
"Oh no. Oh hell no," he started defiantly, backing away as many paces as the hotel room would let him, "There is no way I'm going to let you possess me!"
Lucifer pouted, "But you don't even know what I was going to say."
"You were going to ask to be inside of me and- ohGodnotlikethat. No just no. My answer is no. Now get out of my dream."
Lucifer sighed his pretentious little sigh again, "I was afraid you would look at it like that. I'll give you some time to think about it." He turned and began to stroll towards the door, but stopped a few inches short of it. He spoke again, and this time his tone was serious, "Sam, I really want to play nice, but you should know that I will do anything and everything it takes for you to say yes."
Sam awoke with a start, jostling Jessica, who was asleep in his arms.
"Sam?" she mumbled groggily, sitting up on her elbows, "You okay?"
"Yeah… yeah I'm fine." He said hesitantly, wiping his forehead that was cloaked in sweat, "I just had a weird dream. A really, really weird dream."
And that's just what it was a dream. I mean the Devil coming to him in a dream, that was pretty ridiculous. But be that as it may, the last words Lucifer spoke to him kept repeating itself in his brain, echoing off the walls in his mind.
'I will do anything and everything it takes for you to say yes.'