November 20th, 2014, continued.
Sam didn't want to think about what he had just done. The thought of it made him want to be sick. He noticed a disturbing contrast from the days when he'd use to feel pleasure and power from drinking the blood. But now? Now it did the opposite.
Maybe that was proof that Sam had changed over the last five years. But whether it was for the better or not, he couldn't say.
He kicked the last of the containers to the side of the room and turned to see Lucifer watching him, a mild look of entertainment of his face. Any form of torture was amusing to Lucifer, whether the person was inflicting it upon themselves or whether Lucifer was giving out the pain. Either way, it passed the time.
As Sam turned round he knew he had to be quick before he vomited, backed out of saying yes, or both.
"I'm ready."
Lucifer walked over to him and patted him on the shoulder, which made Sam's entire body shiver and feel repulsed.
"That you are, Sammy."
Sam managed to blink back tears as he made the only decision that he felt he could.
"Yes."
A blinding light filled and overwhelmed the whole room, a deafeningly high pitch of sound accompanying it. Lucifer held up his head and closed his eyes as light erupted from his vessel and reached every crevice in the room. Sam sheltered his head in his hands and closed his eyes tightly as an automatic attempt to protect himself from whatever he was experiencing, when a sudden jolt of light pushed forcefully against his chest. Sam felt the most painful sensation as the light continued to push in and puncture through his chest as he felt it inside his veins, filling every inch of his body. Pure elation mixed with sheer agony as he felt himself lose control of his limbs one by one and began to feel taken over by more and more thoughts that were not his own.
In an instant that Sam didn't even notice due to the mind-numbing pain, all the blinding light that had filled the room disappeared, now fully inhabited in its new vessel. The pain ceased in a split second, and Sam was suddenly fully conscious and aware of his surroundings once more. He was lying on the floor, remembering that the force of the light had pushed him over. He stood up, unable to do anything about it.
Lucifer was wearing him to the prom, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Sam felt himself smile as Lucifer's pulse throbbed next to his own, and the light made its way through every part of his body. He stretched out his hands, as though flexing his new "meat". Inside, Sam was powerless. There was nothing he could do right now. He had taken a back seat in his own car, and now the Devil most definitely had the wheel.
He wandered around the room whilst Lucifer adapted to his new, fresh vessel. Sam caught his own reflection in the window and saw a terrified face staring back at him, then realised that that was what he was truly feeling. Nothing but fear. Sam had never been so scared in his whole life. Eventually, Lucifer spoke both to himself and Sam to shake him out of his prison.
"Let's go and stir up a little trouble, shall we?"
"Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon; that means we're inconsolable. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it."