The Power of Two:
"The whole Winchester clan." Lucifer repeated.
He stepped from the window to Nathan and the Demon, a nearly possessive look in his eyes.
Nathan shuddered as Lucifer reached out and ran his fingers through his hair. Nathan wanted to move away from the touch, begged, wished that he could move away; but he couldn't, he was frozen to the spot, his limbs not listening.
Dean took a step forward a growl on his lips, ready to tear Lucifer apart despite their plan, but that was as far as he got. All Lucifer had to was look at him and he was held there in the invisible grip.
"Uh-uh." Lucifer tisked. "You don't get dear Nathan back until I get Sammy."
"Fine." Sam's lips curled. "YES, I give you permission to take me as a Vessel."
"Sam." Dean couldn't help the whisper from escaping him; he didn't want to lose Sam, not again.
"It's okay, Dean." those were the last words that Sam spoke to him
Lucifer grinned. "I've been waiting for that word since the day that you were created, Sam." he nodded at Boyd, who let go of Nathan and disappeared, but despite no longer begin held, like Dean he was unable to move.
It happened suddenly, like with all Demons that the Winchesters had encountered. But instead of smoke poring out of the person's eyes, three streams of light; one from each eye and one from the mouth, each so bright there was a tint of blue. Lucifer was silent though, and just as sudden, three beams came from Sam. He was screaming though and Dean wanted to do something, anything, to stop them from ever making this stupid plan—but now it was too late.
Just as quick, it seemed finished. Sam slumped slightly and stumbled, gasping. The hold that was on Dean and Nathan disappeared and Dean was stuck trying to figure out which brother to go and aid first. Nathan didn't seem outwardly injured, more in shock than anything; but he also didn't think that Sam would appreciate the distraction while he was trying to take control of Lucifer.
He went to Nathan, a hand on his brother's shoulder, giving Sam room, his hand in his pocket; he was ready whenever Sam was.
At the moment Sam's head was bowed, but then he looked up through his bangs. "Dean." he chocked out.
Dean stared at him for a second and knew that it was Sam, and knew that thing was going down right now. He pulled his hand from his pocket, the four rings grouped together in his hand. He tossed them into an open spot, they hit wall and stuck there. Quickly, he recited the incantation that he memorized and just hoped that he didn't screw this up—they had only one chance to do this. But he seemed to have gotten it right when the rings seemed to be pushed with gravity, the wall breaking inward until there was a big hole in the wall. It had great suction to, like a black hole trying to suck everything in. Dean gripped onto Nathan's shirt, either in anticipation or fear or both.
Sam struggled; trying to get over to the portal of Hell was hell in itself. He was sure that this was harder than trying to walk forward while one of those huge wind fan's was blowing at him, on him. He was close and he could feel the suction of the portal, pulling at him, invisible tendrils trying to wrap around him and tug him in.
Dean saw that he was only two steps away and it would be the end of Lucifer and the end of Sam. He couldn't believe that Sam was actually doing it; maybe that Demon blood did help him. Bobby had been struggling with that low-level Demon so it must have been a 100-fold for Sam.
But then Sam stopped and Dean's heart rate picked up even more as he turned to them.
"Honestly," he laughed. "I cannot believe that you Winchesters believed that this would actually work."
And that was when Dean realized that it wasn't Sam at all, but had been Lucifer the whole time. He could feel Nathan tense hard beside him.
Lucifer held out his hand to the portal and chanted the words that Dean had just moment before, but backwards. The portal disappeared and the hole sealed up, the grouping of rings flying into his open hand. He closed his fist, tucking them into Sam's jean pocket before he turned back to Dean and Nathan. A smile was on his lips, finally happy to have his true Vessel, pumping full of Demon blood no less.
Dean stared; what the hell did they do?
Lucifer stared straight a Nathan. "Nathan, would you do me the kind favor of saying YES to my dear brother Michael?" he asked politely.
Dean looked at Lucifer like he'd gone mad. "There's no way that Nathan's going to say YES just because you asked him semi-politely!" he growled.
Lucifer just smiled at him.
Dean paused, his eyes shooting to Nathan who had stiffened.
"Nathan?" he question.
Nathan's green eyes were blank as he stared straight ahead. His body stiff as a statue and it didn't look as if he were breathing.
"Do you, Nathan? Do you agree to be Michael Vessel in the up-coming battle?" Lucifer inquired, stepping towards him.
Dean was helpless; he was at a loss for what he was supposed to do. Sam was lost to him and looked as if Nathan was soon to be too—Lucifer must have done something to him and Dean couldn't believe that they didn't even anticipate something like this would happen. All he could do was back away, his heart pounding in fear.
Lucifer's hand was on Nathan's arm and then his shoulder, his neck. "I know you want to, Nathan." Lucifer whispered harshly in Sam's voice. "We spent a month together, my friend; I know you better than you know yourself."
Nathan didn't make a move, didn't blink and seemed not in the process of saying YES anytime soon. And Dean thought for a moment that maybe Lucifer hadn't done anything to Nathan, and that right now he was bluffing and his brother was just frozen in fear.
"Say it, Nathan!" Lucifer snapped. "I own you, I own your soul, Nathan Winchester. And you will do as I command!" he growled angrily. He grasped the material of Nathan's clothing over his heart and gave it a violent jerk downwards, tearing a hole in his shirt.
Dean's eyes widened as he saw the marking on Nathan's chest, over his heart in the moon light. He gulped, his hands clenched at his side, nails biting into his palms.
Nathan was breathing heavily now and a grin started to spread across Lucifer's lips as Nathan's mouth opened, ready to say the precious YES. But that wasn't what came out, at all.
"Fool!" he barked, his eyes flashing.
Lucifer took a surprised step back, Dean would have too if his back weren't pressed against the wall.
"Do you not recognize your own brother?" he demanded.
"Michael?" Lucifer whispered.