A/N! And here is chapter 4!
Warning! Graphic torture, whipping, blood and gore.
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Chapter 4: "Blood in my Whiskey..."

NOW...

Dean couldn't always be sure of what was right and what was wrong. But at that certain point, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that what Sam had offered to do, was wrong. So horribly wrong... Dean's green eyes moved to the ceiling, where heavy chains were now hooked on. His gaze followed the cold metal downwards and he found himself counting the links of the chain, which held Sam's right hand, stretched high above the young man's bowed head.


Sam was not exactly standing. His weight was not supported by his scratched knees, for his legs were too shaky to perform the task. Instead, it was the chain which was hanging from the ceiling that was doing the work. Lucifer was standing behind Sam, laughing menacingly, as he let the belt he was holding in his right hand find its target. The cruel sound of leather meeting flesh echoed loud throughout the bunker. It was a haunting, sharp sound, yet Dean didn't even flinch. His blurry eyes were fixed on Sam and it seemed as though the rest of his senses had ceased to work.


And, by God, Dean wished for Alistair to appear out of nowhere and rip those eyes right out of Dean's skull. Because what he was seeing, was a sight no man should ever behold. Sam was unconscious, or so Dean wanted to think. His right hand was bound to the heavy chain hanging from the ceiling, whilst his left was lying spent on Sam's side, fingertips only inches away from the floor. His knees had given out on him a while ago, and thus, his full weight was held by the chain bound to his right wrist. His knees were bent as much as his extended hand would allow them, and Sam's head was bowed, long hair covering his forehead and his eyes. Dean didn't know if he wished for them to be shut or open, so that they could catch a glimpse of tear-filled green ones.


Dean moved slowly, hoping to get a glimpse of Sam's face. He took one, then a second, and then a third step to his right, but then halted abruptly, as he heard a small splashing sound. Daring to lower his gaze for a mere second, Dean saw that he had stepped on the rather large pool of whiskey which had been created earlier. Shards of broken glass, which until an hour ago were a part of a fine glass and of an equally fine bottle, lingered nearby. The sharp sound of the belt being fiercely crushed on Sam's flesh, was followed by a pained, yet muffled scream. Dean abruptly tried to move, to reach his brother, only to be stopped by an invisible barrier, which was forged by Lucifer.


The fallen Angel had shown the full capacity of his powers ever since he had entered the bunker. He was able to immobilize Dean by just thinking about it, he could forge heavy, metallic chains, whips and lashes, hooks and daggers, out of thin air. His powers were seemingly coming from the depths of Hell, as he was able to engulf his fingers in flames, which he then used to mark Sam's skin brutally. He could also create large pieces of ice, pointing out the fact that, he isn't really burning hot, on the contrary, he was as cold as ice. But what made Dean sick, were not Lucifer's Hellish powers, but his heavenly ones. Lucifer was using his healing powers on Sam every time the young man was on the verge of passing out. It was as if Sam was electrocuted, for his eyes would fly open, and he would let out a shriek as his flesh was knitted back together, slowly, piece by piece, only for Lucifer to start taking it apart all over again.


Yet another lash cut the air and Sam lowly moaned. That was when Dean turned his gaze away from the heartbreaking sight and onto the pool of brown liquor. His green eyes were mirrored in the whiskey, wet with tears, sad and dead, like green leaves which are burned by the snow, and turn to ash... He was sure that he was drowning in there, a pathetic, worthless little man, tainted, manipulated and oh, so helpless. Yes, he was drowning in that hellish marsh, because the earth was caving in, from under his feet, because every time Lucifer moved that belt, hitting Sam's naked back, Dean could feel all air leaving his lungs, leaving them empty to rot. He was sure that Sam's blood was taking the place of much needed air in his lungs, making him unable to breathe.


Or maybe, it was just stinky bile, which was waiting to be unleashed. Because Dean wanted to vomit and then let himself sink in that dirty pile. He had no hope left. No courage to fight the invisible bonds Lucifer had created to hold him in place. He just wanted to die, he couldn't stand watching as Lucifer tore Sam to pieces again and again. He couldn't stand to watch as the thick leather belt met Sam's already carved back, time after time, leaving long gashes, tearing the skin and the muscles underneath, to the point where Sam's shoulder blades could be seen. No, he didn't want to watch this anymore.


Dean wanted to let that pool of whiskey swallow him whole. He needed no one's hand to grab his own and pull him back up. He wasn't worth it. And yet, as Dean shot his head up and let his gaze find Sam's torn body, he understood that even though he was not worth saving, there still was a hand waiting to grab his own, to save him, to pull him back up, away from the dark, cold, empty rooms of his own mind... Sam's body had leaned forwards even more, as Lucifer continued his assault on that board back, and now his free hand was also mirrored in that brown pool. The tips of his long fingers were barely touching the brown liquor and as small droplets of blood trickled down along the length of Sam's palm, the two colors were mixed together, creating a dark red lake.


Dean could swear he could see a shadow of himself emerging from that lake, a bloody hand stretching upwards, brushing Sam's numb fingertips… The hunter let his eyes fall closed. The sound of the belt hitting Sam's flesh pierced Dean's ears and made him reopen his eyes. Large drops of blood fell on that pool, disturbing the brown liquor, staining Dean's reflection, making the hand Dean had imagined emerging from the pool, back down and fade away…


THEN...

Lucifer remained quiet for a long moment, as if he couldn't decide what path to follow. But after a few moments during which Dean was sure his heartbeat could be heard by everyone in the room, the archangel spoke, voice low, poisonous. "Dean... You think Sam will come here and defeat me?" Dean remained silent and still, glaring daggers at the fallen angel. That was all the answer Lucifer needed. "I like your optimism, Dean, and I really hate to crush your blooming hopes, but this is not going to happen." "That was what you said last time. And the time before that." Dean spat, anger in his voice.


The Devil hummed as he eyed Mary. "Well, good politicians have to admit their mistakes." He said, mimicking the voice of his last victim, the president of the United States. "And I know mine. Last time, I allowed you to live. I thought that Sam was the major threat, and he really was, up until the mess with Amara." Lucifer explained with a smirk , all the while he turned his back on both Dean and Mary and headed towards a lone desk, on which lingered a bottle of Whiskey. "But now, he is nothing more than an insignificant bug, which I am going to crush." He continued, grabbing a fine glass from an open cupboard, pouring in the drink.


"So, what are you going to do, you're gonna kill us?" Mary managed to utter through gritted teeth. "Oh, mama Mary is back in action! That's very good!" Mary, who was standing still, held in place by invisible bonds and by Lucifer's telekinetic powers, couldn't stop herself from narrowing her eyes at that remark. "I could do that, but then where would the fun be? No, no, mama Mary. I am not here for you. I am not here to kill you. Although, that may eventually occur, rest assured, it won't be intentional. It will be collateral damage. I want to watch, as you will try to stop me from getting my son under my protective wing. The thing is, I don't need all three of you for that." "Lucifer just-" Shut up Dean!" A yelp followed that order and Dean felt in invisible hand clenching around his throat.


Gasping for air, the hunter could see his mother trying to break free from Lucifer's mental hold, having no success in doing so. "All your bravado, it's but a facade. You reek of fear, so much fear..." The Devil said, drawing the words out while walking towards Dean. With slow, even steps he moved, getting himself behind the green eyed hunter, so that he could keep his eyes on Mary, who was across the room. "You ask what I am here for, what I am going to do." Lucifer said, watching as Mary cringed at the sound of those words.


"I am here, because I have to make sure that my promise is kept. See, mama Mary, last time I saw little Sammy-" "Don't you dare call him by that name." Dean's tone was sharper than the edge of a blade and he tried to turn his face towards the Devil. "Oh, pardon, I hear only you get to call him that. Well, maybe now that he will come back, he will allow me to call him 'Sammy' as well." So promising was Lucifer's voice, that Dean felt his heart stopping. "Now, back to you and your ignorance, mama. There is so much you don't know and I feel obliged to fill you in." Lucifer spat, kicking Dean's injured leg, making the hunter growl and Mary cry out.


"I made him a promise. I told him, that this wasn't over. And over, it is not. So, I am here to finally take what I want. And once I have..." Here, Lucifer's voice fainted to a whisper only Dean heard. "Then we will see if you will ever want to touch him again, dear Dean..." "What are you talking about?" Mary snapped, glaring daggers at the Devil. "Sam will beat you-" "Sam will kneel before me, Dean." He snarled, taking a long sip of his whiskey, letting his bottom lip linger on the brim of the glass. "He will give me everything I want. No matter what I ask of him, he will do it. Willingly." Lucifer continued, voice low, softened by the whiskey. "Sam will never do that. Why would he do anything you ask of him willingly?" Dean rasped.


"Seriously, Dean... Sam would have figured it out already, and honestly, I am getting kind of bored here..." A high-pitched yelp escaped Mary's lips as the mental hold around her wrists tightened even more. Dean tried to free himself, but gave up, understanding that it was pointless. "You're not here to kill us..." Mary uttered pounding hard. "You're here to make sure that Sam will have no choice but to do what you want him to. You will use us as bate..." The words were spoken sharply, as Mary could only take in shallow, ragged breaths. "See, Dean, now I get it. Sam took after your dear mom..." Lucifer said, an evil, promising grin appearing on his face.


All of a sudden however, his smile fainted. His face became unreadable for a few seconds, his glowing eyes flicking between Dean, Mary and one of the many desks the main room had. It seemed to Dean that Lucifer was trying to sense something in the air. What it was, that Lucifer was trying to figure out however, he could not tell. Yet. "Now, if I recall correctly, since I am a guest of honor, here at your establishment, you should ask me to take a seat." Lucifer added after a few moments of silence. The Devil moved towards the desk, dragging Mary along, forcing her to sit down on the chair Dean was occupying earlier. The fallen Angel moved to his left, grabbing a chair which had been turned upside down. He swiftly brought it across from the one Mary was placed on, so that the desk was in the middle. With a wave of his hand, Lucifer made Dean start walking, or well, limping, towards the other chair.


Once both hunters were seated, it was impossible not to let their gazes meet. "So, you want to torture us while we sit here?" Mary asked, irony in her voice. Meanwhile, Dean tried for yet another time to move, but found himself pinned on the chair. He was sure that his mother was unable to move either. "Oh, but no, no, no..." Lucifer almost sang, eyes closed, face now twitching with emotions Dean could not read. "I just thought that we should plan a..." Here his voice trailed off, as his eyes opened. "A surprise." Dean felt a chill working its way down his spine. The tone of those words was dark, threatening, promising...


"What the hell are you mumbling about?" Mary snapped, but Lucifer just ignored her. He placed the bottle of whiskey on the table and he let the glass he was holding on Dean's side. He then, started backtracking, getting away from the desk, with his red eyes fixed on the two hunters. He withdrew in the dark corner from which he had crawled out from, and it was a terrifying sight to behold. His tall figure seemed to be disappearing as it was swallowed by the shadows of the surrounding walls, inch by inch.


"Lucifer, you fucking coward-" Mary's ranting was cut off however, as Lucifer placed his index finger on his lips, wordlessly commanding for silence. His head was the last part of his body to be shaded, and Dean gasped as his eyes started glowing even brighter in the dark, glowing bright red, like coals which were engulfed in dazzling flames. It was only then, that Dean understood what was happening. It was only then that he understood, whose presence the Devil had sensed in the air. It was only then that he realized, who the surprise was for. All color was drained from Dean's already pale face, and his eyes looked bizarre on his ashen skin.


Mary got ready to speak, ask what was going on. Dean got ready to scream, to let the shock-wave of his hoarse voice tear his insides apart, so that his call could be heard throughout the bunker. But neither a muffled mutter, nor yet a hoarse scream echoed in the room. Instead, deafening silence was left hanging over the heads of hunters and of hunted alike. Silence, which was interrupted only by the creaking sound of the old metallic door of the bunker, as a long, trained, yet tired hand, pushed it open...


Lucifer smiled in the darkness... "Enter Sammy... Time to take me to that long awaited prom... You have turned me down too many times, but that will come to an end..."


End of chapter 4


So, here it ends! Hope you enjoyed! Thanks to my great beta reader, "Geekyfangirl131", for checking this chapter out. She is great and I can't thank her enough for all her help! Please let me know what you thought of the chapter!


So, until next time,

Love you all,

Usagi!