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Supernatural
Sam knew Lucifer was smirking, could feel the muscles in his jaw working against his will. Both he and the fallen angel were sitting on the edge of a four story apartment building, boots dangling off the roof, watching the fight.
"This proves nothing," Sam snapped watching as his brother was yanked to his feet. He was thrown into the Impala, the air clearly knocked out of him.
"I think it proves everything, Sammy," Lucifer replied taking a sip of his beer. The liquid rolled down Sam's esophagus, into his stomach.
"What do you mean?" the younger Winchester asked. Below Dean was struggling to fight both demons at once. He had fired off three shots from his Colt 1911, hitting one of the demons in the chest. He staggered back, blood seeping through the wounds.
"I'd like to know what I'm up against. My competition. The man the angels, my brethren, believe can stop me. Your memories are good, Sammy, but not good enough. I need to see your brother in action."
"Why, so you can kill him later?" Sam wished he hadn't of asked, he didn't want to see Dean die. Especially when Sam's face would be the last thing he saw.
"I don't want to kill him, not yet anyway. He could still be useful and it's so much fun screwing with him. But, when the time comes, I want to be ready for anything. And by watching him now, I think I will be." Lucifer went silent, sipping his beer.
Both watched the fight go on for a few more moments, Dean having successfully used Ruby's knife-just the thought of the brunette demon sent a jolt of pain through Sam's heart-to kill one of the demons. Before he could use it to kill the other, it was knocked out of his hands. Dean scrambled to get it, but the demon had already grabbed him by the throat. He knocked the hunter into the ground, Sam's stomach clenching, and tried to strangle the older Winchester.
"CALL HIM OFF," Sam tried to beg. Lucifer just laughed and said, "Give Dean a moment." And that's when Sam heard it, the unmistakable sound of a gun going off. Not just any gun either. The demon was pushed off of Dean, dead as a doornail.
Dean lied on the ground for a few moments, trying to get his breath back. Lucifer didn't wait for the hunter to get up; he tossed his beer bottle over the edge of the building and stood up. He jumped back onto the cement roof of the building, walking toward the doorway leading down.
"You know, Sam, the more I learn about you the more intriguing you become," he commented opening the door and heading down the steps. He slowly started trailing his hand across the bumpy surface of the wall. Instead of asking what the fallen angel was doing, Sam asked, "How so?" he immediately regretted asking, but he couldn't take back the question.
"Well, for one, your soul's as tarnished as they come." Lucifer stopped at the foot of the fourth floor staircase. His hand still rested on the wall. If Sam didn't know any better, he could see smoke seeping out of the paint from the contact. The fallen angel didn't comment on it, just continued walking and talking. "Second, everyone you love dies.
"Yes," Lucifer mumbled still trailing his hand along the wall, the smoke getting worse and worse, "everyone. Your mother, lovely Mary Winchester, died when you were six months. Twenty-two years later Jessica Moore was killed. Azazel took out both of those women from you. Then your father, about a year after Jessica; wasn't, he too, helped along by Azazel. After Jessica you met Madison, a werewolf no doubt, an immediate attraction, someone who could be the next woman that took your heart. But, as I said, 'she was a werewolf' which meant you had to kill her. Shot her in the heart with your brother's gun.
"After her death, came your brother's. And his has got to be the most tragic, seeing as he technically died for you. That and, well Lilith needed him…"
"Why?" Sam questioned suddenly more intrigued than he'd ever been with the fallen angel. Lucifer chuckled, shaking his head slightly. He was silent continuing toward the exit. The building was now full of smoke, slowly starting to rumble.
"What are you doing," Sam snapped losing patience with the fallen angel.
"Just having some fun," Lucifer replied as the building began to fall. Before it could crush them, the angel disappeared and reappeared a few yards away. He watched his work for a moment, the dust taking over the entire street. Sam tried to see if Dean was still around the area or not, but he couldn't see amongst the wreckage.
"What was a saying," Lucifer mumbled in mock wonder. He turned away from the mess, heading down the street. "Oh, yes. Lilith wanted Dean in Hell. She had a plan for him. Didn't anyone tell you? I was sure I heard whispers that Alastair had told your brother before his unfortunate demise." Sam remembered killing Alastair without even a second thought about the human he was possessing.
"Oh, don't worry Sammy, demons never think about the person they are riding, either. It's just in their nature."
"I am not like them," Sam snarled wanting to clench his fists.
"Oh, you are," Lucifer said in a matter of fact voice. "But that wasn't our conversation. Our conversation was about Dean. Yes, Lilith needed him in Hell. She needed him to do something for her. Well, for me… See, originally it was supposed to be your dad. Johnny was supposed to crack, was supposed to do it."
"Do what?" Sam was scared, which made him want to laugh. He didn't think anything else could make him scared.
"Oh, to break the first seal. You know how Dean told you he tortured souls in Hell. I know you know because I can see it in your head. Anyway, your dad was supposed to do it. But, he had a will no other soul could compete with. If he hadn't of crawled out of the gate when he did, well I still believe he would be still fighting down there. But when Dean went down there, when that weakling broke after thirty years, well that was the first seal."
"What?" Sam knew for a fact, that if he had control over his body, his jaw would be hanging open. Never, in his life, would he believe Dean could screw up as much as Sam himself had. He also didn't want to think how much trouble Dean was in or how many hunters would try to kill him.
"I guess he didn't want his little brother to be disappointed in him," Lucifer commented a smile in his voice. Sam didn't reply. He felt like a ton of bricks had settled in his stomach. He just couldn't understand why Dean would hide this from him. Of course, he had kept plenty of secrets from Dean. His brother probably kept his involvement hidden for the same reason Sam kept quiet about Ruby and him.
"Speaking of Ruby," Lucifer butted into his thoughts, sounding as gleeful as any fallen angel could. "She's another one who died because you loved her. Deep down, Sammy, I know you did. Of course, she also brought upon her own death. Betraying you like that." He shook his head, hopping onto the sidewalk. He started running his hand across buildings, every time he touched one it began to smoke.
Sam paid no attention to the fallen angel, he just let everything he had heard run through his head. Not only was he a major screw up, he didn't even give Dean an opening to tell him about his own screw up. Besides that, he had fallen in love with a demon, one who had majorly manipulated him. He was contemplating suicide by the time Lucifer finished with his fun and moved on to the next town. Ready to destroy more lives. What have I done?
SUPERNATURAL
Dean was bleeding, his ribs hurt, and he was pissed that he had used another bullet from The Colt. He was speeding away from the fight, leaving the dead demons lying on the ground, when the buildings started collapsing in on themselves. He skidded to a halt, quickly getting out of the Impala, and spinning around to watch the damage.
People were screaming, dust was soaring all over the place, and Dean didn't know what to do. He wanted to go help as many people as possible, but he wasn't sure where to start or what was lurking in the shadows. Before his mind could be made up, the buildings all stopped falling, rubble covering the streets, and all screaming was cut off.
"Dean, get in the car and start looking for Lucifer," Sam's voice snapped in his ear. He quickly slid behind the wheel of his Impala, peeling away from the wreckage.
"Start heading toward Kansas," Sam said keeping his eyes glued straight ahead.
"Why?"
"Because we have always been twelve steps behind Lucifer. We know where he'll be in a few days, maybe we can trap him."
"Yeah, because he won't see any trap I set," Dean grumbled. Sam flashed him his bitch face, Dean rolled his eyes, and the car started heading toward Lawrence. The first half of the ride was silent, Dean really having nothing to say to his hallucination and faux Sam having nothing to contribute without being addressed first. But the silence got to be too much for Dean, so he said, "There's one bullet left, you know?"
"I'm aware, Dean," Sam replied his chin resting in his palm, elbow propped up on the windowsill. He was watching the scenery fly by.
"It's like hunting old Yellow Eyes again," Dean muttered.
"Except we have The Colt in our possession. Last time we didn't have it."
"Yeah, but there was still one bullet left. This means I only have one shot at hitting Lucifer. If I miss, then I am definitely screwed."
"Yep, that's true," Sam replied still watching the scenery. That was it for conversation. Dean dug out his Black Sabbath tape and popped it in the tape player. War Pigs started blaring through the speakers, giving Dean something else to concentrate on than thinking about what he was about to do.
He had gotten through War Pigs, Iron Man, and Paranoid when Faux Sam flipped the music off and said, "Do you have a plan?" Dean kept his eyes on the road, knowing what Sam meant. He couldn't wing it, Lucifer would be ready for practically anything. Of course, if I do wing it then he won't know what I was planning…
"Dean, you can't wing it," Sam scoffed rolling his eyes. "Lucifer won't hesitate to kill you if you aren't prepared."
"Sam, quit worrying. I'll think of something," Dean retorted and flicked the radio back on. Sabbath filled the car once more and all conversation was cut off. Dean was sure he heard the Faux Sam scoff, but ignored it as he let the music fill his mind. Let himself relax and not think about anything, to believe it was just like old times. Just for the time being.
SUPERNATURAL
It was the longest two days of Dean's life. Twice he almost went out, looking for Lucifer, but Faux Sam had told him to stick to Lawrence. He had kept himself hidden in an empty house, a few blocks from his old house. Dean knew that Jenny had taken her kids to their grandparents in England-her husband's parents from the European country. For that Dean was grateful, he didn't want to have to work around them.
He had set up every trap he knew, all over the house. Hoping beyond hope that one of them would work. All over again, he learned every square inch of the house, every hiding place. He learned every entrance, every exit, everything. There was nothing about that house that he didn't know when he was done.
That took all of twelve hours. After that he was just going over makeshift graphs he had drawn up on scrap paper from his car. Faux Sam told him to keep up the planning, he thought he was being overly prepared. But in the end he knew he was going to be ready for anything-he hoped.
The day finally came, Dean was shaking when he entered the house for he hoped was the last time. He had cleaned his guns, went over the traps one last time, and went over the plan for what felt like the fifty-billionth time the night before. He hoped he was ready, really, really hoped. All he had to do was wait for the fallen angel.
Dean hid in the bathroom on the second floor, waiting for Lucifer to arrive. He heard the door open, banging on the wall. Someone was walking around downstairs, the floor board almost inaudibly creaking. Dean was wondering when his traps would begin working.
"Probably not yet," Sam whispered in his ear. Dean didn't respond, hearing someone start climbing the steps. He listened to the sound of footsteps walking past the door, stopping in front of the room a few feet from it. There was silence then the door opened and closed and the footsteps were gone.
"You're on," Sam said and practically pushed Dean out of the room. Dean walked toward Sam's old room, feeling a pit slowly digging in his stomach. He slowly reached for the doorknob, his hands shockingly still, and opened the door.
Sam/Lucifer was standing in the middle of the room, directly underneath the trap Dean had drawn. His brother's blue-green eyes were turned on Dean, a small smile on his face. Dean tried to keep the old Sam out of his mind, tried to convince himself that that was not Sam anymore
"Going to kill me, Winchester." the familiar voice sent a chill down Dean's spine. He raised The Colt, hands shaking, and whispered, "I'm sorry." Then he pulled the trigger.