Sympathy for the Devil

Chapter Six

victorious1314

Warnings: See Chapter One

AU: Hey, Guys. I'm really glad to be home so I can write more. Thanks sooo much for the kind reviews as always, they never cease to make me smile :) I put off writing a lot because I'm often not in the mood. It seems that whenever I am in the mood to write, I'm out somewhere that I can't write X_X Anyways I'm really excited to write more. P.S. There will be some triggering content in this chapter.

Dean feels like he was just punched in the gut with an iron fist at the strange boy's words. What the hell is going on? Bobby rolls his eyes and clocks his gun that is still pointed at the blonde boy. John speaks before him though, his voice gruff and angry, "You're gonna tell us exactly what is going on here or I'm gonna blow your brains out."

Lucifer laughs at the display of testosterone and takes a step towards the men, "Your salt guns aren't going to hurt me John," Lucifer flicks his hand to the right and Dean, John, and Bobby's salt loaded guns fly across the room. Bobby splashes some holy water on the creature and Lucifer growls in annoyance, "I'm not a demon. I'm an angel... a fallen angel, but an angel nonetheless."

Dean, John, and Bobby gape at the acclaimed angel who then crosses the room quickly over to his vessel. Sam's head is hanging in fear and shame as the devil approaches.

"You've been a very bad boy, Sammy," Lucifer scolds the boy before entangling his fingers in Sam's brown, shaggy hair and jerking his head up so he can look into his eyes.

"Get the fuck away from him you son of a bitch!" Dean yells and starts charging over to rip Lucifer away from his baby brother, but his dad and Bobby hold him back. He looks at them with rage and accusation in his eyes but Bobby simply shakes his head at him. Bobby doesn't know what to make of this situation, who is this bond boy? It's the same boy he saw Sam fighting earlier in the scrap yard. Could he truly be who he and Sam claim he is?

John feels white-hot anger pump through his veins when the fucker puts his hands on his youngest, but knows that the three hunters are no match for this monster, especially when they are unarmed. Sam grunts in pain but otherwise shows no reaction to Satan looking at him like a piece of meat. Lucifer glares back at Dean after his outburst and moves to Sam's side, his grip on his hair unrelenting.

"If it isn't the great big brother, Dean! I've been wanting to talk to you for years!" Lucifer laughs bitterly at the teen. Dean's nostrils are flared, his fists tight, his back ridged, and his eyes wide, filled with fury.

"Step away from him you motherfucker." Dean says lowly, his voice clear and dangerous. Lucifer acts mockingly appalled at Dean's words and says, "Dean, I thought you were above name calling! After all, I've known you for so long."

Dean, Bobby, and John look at Lucifer in confusion. How the hell would Dean know the Devil? Lucifer smiles at their stupid expressions and explains himself as if talking to an idiot, "I've been with Sammy here since he was six years old! You just haven't been able to see me. Maybe if you paid more attention to him you'd have been able to tell something was wrong! But of course, you, John, you were always too focused on revenge and couldn't spare poor Sammy any of your attention!" Lucifer snorts and continues, "But Dean, oh Dean. How could you, the protective big brother, miss out on the signs? How could you not notice how much your little brother was suffering?" Lucifer snarls, "How could you not have noticed how much of a monster Sam has become?"

Dean feels hot tears run down his cheeks, the pain in his heart threatening to knock him down. Through all of this Dean forces himself to focus on getting the monster who has caused his baby brother so much pain's hands off of Sam. John's jaw clenches as he refuses to break eye contact with the blond asshole.

Lucifer sighs and buries his face in Sam's neck, inhaling deeply. He nuzzles his vessels jaw, not breaking eye contact with Dean as he feels up his brother. Dean feels bile rise in his throat, "Get your fucking hands off of him!" he yells.

Sam's eyes look off into the distance at nothing, a blank expression plastered onto his face. Lucifer sighs deeply, "Well this has been fun and all but there's been a change in plans! Sammy is gonna have to come with me now."

Dean takes a predatory step forwards, John and Bobby behind him, his breathing uneven from panic and anger, "You're not going anywhere with, Sam. I'm going to fucking gut you."

Lucifer's eyes widen and he busts out with laughter, "Y-You?" he laughs harder, "You're gonna gut, me?" Lucifer runs a pale hand down Sam's chest to anger Dean farther. Dean's rage reaches unimaginable levels at the monster's movements.

Lucifer continues, laughter bubbling through his words, "Me? The fucking Devil? You, Dean Winchester, are going to gut me?" His laughter falls short, "Because last time I checked you were a puny, worthless, human who can't even protect his own little broth-" Lucifer doesn't get to finish his words because Dean tackles him to the ground, a scream of rage tearing through his throat. Lucifer pushes Dean off of him, throwing him across the room and crashing into a pile of books. Bobby's grabbed his gun by then and fires a salt round into the thing's chest.

Lucifer rolls his eyes in annoyance and begins to lift his arm in the direction of Bobby but is stopped when Sam's fist hits him squarely in the jaw. Lucifer falls to the ground and glares up at his vessel with blood dribbling down his chin from his newly split bottom lip. Sam's eyes seem to glow white as black wisps of energy radiate from his body and disappear into the air around him. The sun is set outside and the sound of chirping crickets fills the now silent room.

Lucifer smiles, his teeth stained red, and says, "There's the Sammy I like, the one who'll fight me back. The Sammy who'll sta-" Lucifer is cut off once again by Sam's falling fist which crashes into his thin, lightly freckled nose. Blood pours from his left nostril and all amusement is wiped from his face. He growls and launches himself at Sam. The two boys begin punching, kicking, biting, and clawing at eachother. They roll onto the ground and all that is heard is grunts of pain and the soft thump of flesh pounding onto flesh.

Dean and John start towards the tumbling pair but are stopped by Bobby who shakes his head solemnly. A silent message conveyed that they should let the two stronger beings fight without getting involved. Dean looks at Bobby like he has grown a second head and starts heading towards the two teens again, wrenching his arm from his fathers grasp on his leather jacket. Dean is within five feet of him when he is suddenly thrown across the room, his head slamming against the white wall with a loud cracking noise. Sam looks at his older brother's fallen form in panic. Lucifer uses his vessels brief distraction as an opportunity to wrap his bruised, bloody hands around the other boy's throat. Sam begins scratching wildly at Lucifer's arms and kicking harshly at the older teen's body, trying to get him off. Sam gulps desperately for air and his eyes switch back to their normal hazel, his powers being drained by Lucifer during his struggle.

John and Bobby finally start running towards Sam and Lucifer, their familial instincts taking over once they see Sam is loosing the fight. Just as they are about to reach Sam and Lucifer, however, a flash of pure white fills the room. Bobby and John cover their eyes and groan. Lucifer's grip loosens and anxiety fills him as his eyes settle on his brother Michael who is occupying a vessel that can barely contain his power. Since Lucifer's powers are very limited as it is, he is able to use Nick's body without much problem.

"Brother?" Lucifer lets Sam go and rises to his feet to meet his older brother. Michael grimaces at the scene around him, "Lucifer this is not how this was meant to happen. You have meddled with things that were not meant to be meddled with." Michael's voice, stoic and steady, pierces through the heavy, dusty air of Bobby's study.

Dean slowly regains consciousness and watches the scene before him unfold. John and Bobby unshield their eyes and watch in terror as they realize Lucifer is most likely who he claimed to be. Sam rises from the ground and walks unsteadily towards the archangel Michael. He staggers before the man with short, dark brown hair, pale skin, and brown eyes. Michael's vessel wears a brown suit and loafers with a pair of unneeded black framed bifocals in his breast pocket. A golden watch gleams when the light hits it upon his wrist.

Sam struggles to get air into his lungs and wheezes painfully as he attempts to speak. Michael watches the human who is meant to become his younger brother's vessel with pity in his gaze. Sam finally manages to stutter out, "I-It's about g-goddamn t-time."

Michael's eyebrows shoot up before he frowns at the human boy, "How long has this been going on, Samuel?" He isn't truly concerned for the human boy, he is just extremely annoyed at the actions of his younger brother. Sam grits his teeth, trying to avoid doubling over in pain from his broken rib. Sam looks up at the archangel, "N-Nine years, I think?"

Lucifer rolls his eyes at the turn of events and speaks up, "I was merely trying to move things farther along brother."

Michael shoots Lucifer a look of unhinged fury, "No, you were going against Father's plan." Michael's voice is so loud and booming that a book is shaken off the edge of Bobby's desk and clatters onto the dusty, bloody floor. Lucifer holds his hands up in surrender and tries to reason with his elder brother, "Exactly, Father's plans. We don't have to fight, Michael. We can join together, as brothers, like we used to."

Michael takes a dangerous step towards Lucifer and everyone in the room collectively holds their breath in anticipation. Michael finally speaks, "You're right, Lucifer. We don't have to fight... And that is exactly why I will do everything in my power to prevent you from rising."

Lucifer feels like somebody just roundhouse kicked him in the chest.

"Y-You don't mean that, brother," Lucifer tries, "I'll leave the Winchester's alone. Hell, we can wipe their memories! We'll go off together and break the seals and I will return to heaven with you!"

Michael sneers at his groveling brother, "Lucifer, just stop. What you've done here is irreversible. Yet again, because of your poor judgment, I will cast you into hell. There is nothing you can do to sway my decision. You are simply making yourself look ridiculous and pitiful."

Lucifer gapes in horror at Michael's words until rage settles in the pit of his stomach. He growls, "I'm pitiful? Look at you, daddy's perfect solider! Did it ever occur to you that I did nothing wrong? That God simply wanted the Devil?" Michael scoffs, "You were Father's favorite, do not pin your stupidity and immaturity on him."

Dean watches the scene unfold before him with confusion. God, Angels, the Devil? Dean never considered that they could actually exist. Did any other hunters know about them? And what the hell does any this have to do with his baby brother?

John doesn't know what to think, could this actually be happening? Could the Devil and the archangel Michael truly be standing in front of him, bickering like children? John's eyes flutter over to his youngest who is watching the brothers shout back and forth with annoyance and what appears to be slight boredom etched into his features. John is beyond confused. Why would Lucifer, the Devil himself, torment his son for nine years?

Bobby's eyes switch between the archangel and Lucifer almost mechanically as his brain tries to process what is happening before him. Bobby supposes that since angels are probably the most written about creatures in the history of lore and mythology, it would make sense that they exist. But why would no hunter ever have encountered one before? And more importantly, what the fuck would they want with the Winchesters?

Sam feels like he's finally able to breathe after nine years of suffocation. He feels hatred towards Michael for not coming sooner and because of his role in Sam's destiny but he can't help the cool feeling of relief wrap around his heart. Sam wonders if Michael is bluffing. Would he really shove Lucifer back into the cage? Would he really stop the impending apocalypse and relieve Sam and Dean of their awful destinies?

Lucifer snarls in fury at his older brother and his eyes flicker to red, "I wont let you cast me down there again, Michael"

Michael raises one brow at the threat and the room is instantly filled with pure white light, yet again. Sam, Dean, John, and Bobby shield their eyes. When the light is gone and they look upon the room again, Lucifer and Michael are nowhere to be found. Sam collapses onto his knees from the pain in his ribs and Dean, pushing through the nauseas from his definite concussion, runs towards his brother.

Dean pulls Sam into his arms and grimaces as some of the dried blood around Sammy's mouth flakes onto his shirt. John and Bobby run towards the brothers and watch the exchange, not sure how to proceed. Dean feels Sam begin shaking in his arms and briefly wonders if he is cold but knows better when a strangled sob tears through his baby brother's throat. Sam winces in pain every time his body shudders with a sob but can't seem to stop. Dean pets Sam's hair gently and looks up at Bobby and John with confusion and pain on his face. John steers his eyes away from his oldest son's gaze, ashamed that he doesn't have a handle on this situation like he does with everything else. Bobby, though, smiles sadly down at Dean and reaches down to help him pick up the fifteen year old.

Sam yelps in his throat when pressure is put on his ribcage and finds himself drifting off into unconsciousness, the last thing he hears is the door slam and Impala's engine rumble to life from outside.