Owned
Warnings: Contains some slash, and a bit of dark content.
Dean is his.
Dead.
Empty.
Soulless.
Dean is still Sam's.
Sam is Dean's.
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There's no daylight in hell.
Just night. Eternal, black night, consuming everything.
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Everything is rushed.
Breathlessly.
Sam bites down on the flesh of Dean's neck marking him.
His. Forever.
"You're mine?" Sam asks him, "Mine, Dean?"
"Since the day you were born."
"I love you. Love me?"
"Forever."
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Lucifer feeds on it, every ounce or pleasurejoywishhappiness, until everything's gone away and Dean's curled on the ground in a cage of bone and flesh and fear trying to cling to the only thing he had left.
MineSammyMineForever
Everything else is lost.
He gave Lucifer his soul.
Lucifer took Sam's soul.
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Ownership. Owned.
Never permanant.
Always Negotiable.
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