A/N! So, here we are! I hope that you'll enjoy this chapter, because I can assure you, I have never enjoyed writing something as much as I did enjoy this chapter...
I was listening to the OST's of Game Of Thrones and the chapter wrote itself. :-)

Special thanks to my beta-reader "Geekyfangirl131" for her help with this chapter! Also, a huge thank you to for the awesome comments Next chapter won't be as long as this one, this one got slightly out of hand. :-)

Tittle inspired from the poem "Fire and Ice" by Robert Frost.


WARNINGS: Mentions of broken Bones, of burning flesh and of torture. Because Sam is not the only one who was tortured in Hell...

Enjoy!


"Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice."

Fire and Ice.

Robert Frost.


Chapter 6: "Of Fire and Ice..."

NOW...

Lucifer had broken many of Sam's bones after he had trapped both of the young man's legs in large pieces of ice. He had used Dean's bat and had crushed Sam's ankle, his left knee cap, as well as, his right tibia. The sounds were haunting and foreign, but even worst were Sam's screams... Lucifer had partly healed Sam, enough that the young hunter had regained consciousness and could feel the pain Lucifer was inflicting on him. And by God, Sam could feel every last bit of it. His inhuman screams, which were echoing throughout the bunker, were the proof. So filled with anguish those screams were, so filled with pain, so desperate, so very helpless...


Dean was sure he would go insane by that sound alone. It was ripping his insides apart, it was killing him. And try as he might, he could not break free from Lucifer's bonds. And by God, he tried to. He started to thrust and he tried to move, to stop Lucifer, but all he achieved, was to make the muscles of his injured leg snap and eventually go numb, which resulted in him falling down on the floor with a thud. The thin layer of ice still lingered on the floor, and so Dean felt the blood freezing in his veins.


Lucifer stepped away from Sam as he heard Dean hitting the floor. His shirt was stained with sweat and he was gasping for breath, as if he had just ran a two-miles race. "Need a hand, dear Dean?" He asked, smiling down at the hunter, offering his free hand. In the other, he held Dean's bat, waving it back and forth like a mace. "Stop it, just stop it, you sick son of a bitch! Haven't you had enough?" Dean tried to will his voice to sound threatening, but it ended up sounding anything but. "You know..." Lucifer rasped, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. "When you ask something, you should do so politely, not like some kind of savage." He stated, eyes fixed on Dean.


"Go fuck yourself." Was all Dean replied. "In a little while, I sure will." Came the answer from the Devil. Dean fought against the layer of ice and finally managed to get to his knees. "Dean, Dean, Dean... You should really work on your manners." Lucifer pointed out and his eyes fell on Sam's trembling figure. "But maybe you're right... I think we need to warm the place up a little, wouldn't you agree?" He continued, turning his glowing eyes back on Dean. "Maybe break the ice between us..." He smirked, but Dean growled back at him. "Oh, I forgot, no sense of humor..." Lucifer snapped, pressing a hand on his eyes.


"Anyhow, I think we should get warmed up..." Lucifer repeated, as he walked away from Dean, and towards one of the nearby desks. He placed the, now bloodied bat, on the desk and exhaled soundly. "So, come on baby..." The Devil said, eyeing Sam. His comment made Dean's stomach flip, and he fought to get back on his feet. "Come on baby, light my fire..." Lucifer hummed, and with a snap of his fingers, small flames appeared on the top of each of his fingertips, lighting up his darkened face.


Fire was something Dean had come to hate from a very young age. It was the element which had forged his life into one endless crusade and had altered his fate to the point where his decisions seemingly had no meaning whatsoever. Dean hated fire. He hated the smell of smoke, and the fact it could creep into the fibers of his clothes, he hated the way it made his throat dry and numb, he hated that it could make his eyes water. He despised the heat and the blazing red color. He hated fire with every fiber of his being, and from what he could tell, he would soon have one more reason to add to his list.


"What are you doing?" Dean managed to ask, knitting his eyebrows together. But all Lucifer did, was to bring his inflamed hand close to his mouth, breathing out a long breath, which seemed to power up the flames, creating one small fireball, which could fit in Lucifer's grasp. Dean could only watch, as the Devil blew out a second, then a third breath, making the fireball larger with every new exhalation. When it had become large enough, Lucifer smiled and cried out triumphantly! "Now let's see what the true King of Hell is capable of, when he conjures real hell-fire!" With those words, Lucifer stretched his hand, moving it from left to right, unleashing an immense amount of energy along with the flames.


Dean's eyes shone brightly as the glowing red flames were spread. To him it seemed, as though the thin layer of ice and snow which was coating the floor, was their gasoline, for they seemed to emerge from it, like the first green flowers do after the winter has passed. The hellish flames created an orb around the three men, but Dean could tell that the axis of the orb was the spot where Lucifer was standing, a few feet away from Sam. It was a sight beyond any other Dean had ever seen. The flames started rising higher as Lucifer began to laugh maniacally, hellish blazing tongues, which were creating a fiery canopy above Dean's head, hiding the ceiling from view with every passing second.


The thin layer of ice, which Lucifer had previously forged, was no longer giving power to the flames, on the contrary, it was melting swiftly, like Dean thought it would. The pool of whiskey was now not only liquefied, but whiskey, filled with alcohol as it was, started to evaporate rapidly. Dean felt his heart beating faster with every passing second and his breathing was becoming shallow and ragged. Yet, there seemed to be no smell of smoke in the air, albeit it was dry, due to the extreme heat. Which meant that the flames were not there to burn the place down. They were there, to burn Sam...


Dean blinked, daring to look at the floor, which was now a huge mirror, due to the ice which had become water. Only then did Dean understand, that Hell was indeed Lucifer's kingdom. The flames were reflected a thousand times bigger in the water, lethal, blazing whips, which threatened to capture Dean's shaky legs like vines. It felt as if the earth had caved in, revealing endless hellish pits, which spewed menacing flames. Dean let out a gasp, but Sam's scream, coming from the depths of his throat, made him freeze and drag his eyes on his brother's figure.


The sight was heartbreaking, Dean was sure of it. The ice, which was keeping Sam's legs immobilized had mostly melted away, and thus Sam could now feel the pain of his broken bones spreading inside him with such speed and intensity, that the hunter was sure his heart would give out from the pain. "Hurts, doesn't it?" Lucifer yelled and began moving within the circle as if he was dancing. The flames had now reached Sam's chains, and as the burning flames came in touch with the metal, two things happened simultaneously, for the first time.


Dean saw the metal becoming red and as a result, the flesh of Sam's wrists started to stink, as the hot metal started melting the skin and the muscles beneath. It was in that moment, that Dean did something he had never done before. He turned his face away from the repulsing sight. And as Dean turned his gaze away, Sam screamed, but for the very first time ever since Lucifer had entered the bunker, his scream was actually a word... And so it was written and done, reflected in that watery mirror, which had formed on the floor.


Written, that Dean had turned away from his brother, robbing him of, of the last thing he had left to give him courage. Robbing Sam from the chance to meet his emerald gaze. And at the same time, a howl emerged from Sam's throat. Yet, it wasn't a cry for mercy, no, it was a cry for help... "DEAN! DEAN!" The green eyed man was sure that his soul was burning along with Sam's flesh... And as Sam screamed again, for Dean to help him, to save him, Lucifer started laughing anew, his laughter cold and triumphant. With a movement of his hand, the flames engulfed Sam's entire frame, swallowing him whole.


"Tell me Sam, is he worth it? Tell me, you fucking worthless bitch, is Dean worth this?" Lucifer screamed in between bursts of laughter... And all Dean could do was turn away, and let his tears fall, teardrops hotter than the surrounding flames, falling in the water which covered the floor... Oh, what an irony, his tears were seemingly falling right on the top of the flames, as they were reflected in the water... And Dean was sure, that if he was allowed to let all the tears he was holding inside him fall, they were enough to put those flames out...


THEN...

"Don't call me Sammy, you son of a bitch!" Sam croaked, locking his eyes with the Devil. "Oh, but we were roommates for so long!" Lucifer offered, pretending to be offended. "We were nothing!" Sam snapped, glaring daggers at the Fallen Angel. "You sure about that, Sam? 'Cause from what I can tell, you were my bitch... In every sense of the word." Lucifer muttered, turning his gaze to Mary, who had paled even more, as her mind could easily understand what the Devil really meant.


Sam flinched at the sound of those words, but fought against the panic which was threatening to take over him. "I don't give a damn about what you think that I am. I don't know how you got in here in the first place, but get the Hell out!" Demanded the younger man, voice hoarse, but steady nonetheless. "Get out? Oh, but I don't think so, Sam... As for how I got in here, ask your brother. It's his fault." Lucifer announced, pointing at Dean, who was still sitting on that chair, but was unable to utter a word. Sam turned his gaze on Dean, questioning him what the Devil meant. Dean however, could only look at him.


"Dean? Dean, what has he done to you?" Sam spat, unclenching his fingers, so that he could touch his brother. Lucifer waved his hand and Dean felt his tongue obeying his wishes again. "Sam..." Dean uttered, as he watched his brother kneeling between his legs, getting his pale face in his hands in a vice like grip. "Dean, are you hurt?" Sam asked, making Mary raise an eyebrow. But no words were uttered, for Lucifer moved even closer to the brothers. Swiftly, silently, like a predator who lingers in the shadows, eyes burning red, promising death.


"Dean, talk to me!" Sam demanded, but Dean lowered his gaze in shame. How was he supposed to tell Sam that it was indeed his fault Lucifer was here? Sam let his hands fall from Dean's face then and moved them downwards, touching Dean's muscled chest. He allowed his long fingers to linger on the spot right above his brother's heart. "Sam... What are you doing?" Mary asked, staring flabbergasted at her son. "Dean, look at me." It was a plea, but Dean felt unable to deny his brother's request. Green orbs met hazel ones and only then did Dean spoke.


"Sammy, I... I forgot to power the wordings back up." Dean uttered, ignoring his mother, knowing that there was no going back now. She would have to learn about what he and Sam were sharing. "It's my fault he got in, and I tried to cast him out, I did try..." His voice fainted, and Dean expected Sam to start ranting, but his brother stayed still. "Sammy, I'm sorry, so sorry, I never meant-" But Sam placed his long fingers on Dean's dry lips, shushing him. "It's not your fault, Dean. Whatever happens, I need you to know that." Sam explained softly, fingers still on Dean's lips.


"See, I told you, he's smart... He knows what is going to happen..." Lucifer announced, but Sam cut him off. "Whatever you want of me, the answer is no." Sam declared, staying close to Dean. "Oh?" Lucifer hummed, raising an eyebrow. "Is that so?" "I told you before. I am ready to die, I am ready-" But Lucifer cut him off. "Yeah, yeah, I know, I know... I know what's on your mind Sam... I've been in it... I've taken it apart, time, and time again... So, how about a rerun of that epic speech?" Lucifer said, watching as Sam made the fatal mistake to get on his feet again. "It's better for mama Mary as well. She'll get to see what happened!" Lucifer said happily, crossing the room in three large steps, grabbing Sam by the collar of his shirt.


"Sammy!" Dean yelled, as he watched Lucifer pulling Sam away from him and then throwing him on the opposite wall. "What's he doing?" Mary rasped as Lucifer's hand disappeared into Sam's body. "No, Sam! Sammy!" Dean yelled again, all the while he tried to move and get up. Sam's hoarse scream echoed loud and clear, but before anyone could blink, the surroundings disappeared, giving way to the dark and cold walls of Lucifer's Cage. Mary gasped, her heart filling with fear. "How is he doing this?" She muttered as she looked around. "He's touching Sam's soul... Forcing his memories to resurface, so that he can then project them to us somehow." Dean replied, eyeing around the dark room.


"Then, why is everything so dark, shouldn't we be watching Sam's memories?" Mary dared to ask, as she started thrusting against Lucifer's invisible bonds. Dean however, did not answer at once, for his mind was filled with images of his own time in Hell. Alistair, and his famous toolbox, a suitcase of sorts, which hosted all his weapons... Dean could remember the cold, the darkness, the smell of fresh blood and of burned flesh, the sound of chains being pulled, of bones breaking, of skin being carved... Dean knew every tool in that case, Alistair had used them all on him... And then, that day when Dean had stopped fighting and he had taken the deal, he got to use them on others... The day, he had stopped fighting. The day, he had stained his soul with innocent blood, deeming it unworthy to ever, be saved...


"Dean? Dean!" Mary called, making the green eyed hunter blink, bringing him back on the present. "We can't see anything because..." Dean paused again, swallowing hard. "Because Sam is fighting Lucifer..." Dean finally uttered, his voice low, yet sure. "He resists, like he has always done..." Dean continued, and Mary gasped anew. All of a sudden however, a shriek emerged from Sam's throat, making Dean's eyes widen and water. "Sam!" He yelled, but his cries died in his throat, as two figures appeared in the middle of the Cage, standing, facing one another. They were no other, but Sam and Lucifer.


The two were standing, in the middle of the room and Dean could tell that the Sam he was seeing, was the one who had talked to Lucifer about Amara. "So, the Sam and Lucifer we see standing before us..." Mary uttered in a low voice, "...they are not real?" "No, no mom... It's one of Sam's memories..." Dean explained, but Lucifer's voice cut him off. "I can beat her, Sam. I can beat the Darkness." "No. Your game is done, it's over. So, no." Sam spat, and Dean felt so proud of his brother. "This is me, having faith in my friends, having faith in my family. We will find another way." Sam said, eyes on the Devil.


Swallowing hard, Sam spoke again. "I am ready to die. I am ready to watch people I love, die. But I'm not ready to be your bitch." Lucifer's face twitched visibly, and he laughed ironically. "Right..." The Devil spat, but before Dean and Mary could see what had happened next, the memory faded away, as everything started dissolving into thick, black smoke. The bunker was once again illuminated and the surrounding walls were in place. Dean turned his gaze on the wall and saw Lucifer withdrawing his hand from Sam's body, making the young man fall to his knees, as his legs could not hold him upright.


"Did you enjoy the show, mama?" Lucifer asked, eyeing Mary. "Is this what you want? To peel off my son's mind so that I can see all the things I don't know about?" Mary rasped, voice wavering as she watched Sam getting back on his feet, his back leaning heavily against the wall. "Well, that's a very, very good idea..." Lucifer said, the fingers of his right hand caressing his chin. "I could show you so many things..." The Devil stated, and Sam felt completely useless to prevent any of those things from happening.


"I could show you that time when Sam kicked Dean out of the house so that he wouldn't see how drunk his daddy was... John got out of control and beat the crap out of Sam, and he again lied to Dean, accusing some kids from school... It was an one-time thing, but still... Or, that time when Sam saved a Kitsune from being killed... Or, I could show you the night Sam beat the hell out of a guy because he had seen him giving money to Dean to receive a blow-job in return. It was a rainy winter's night, wasn't it, Sam?" Lucifer pointed out, but the young man could only lower his head in shame. "Oh, there's that time when Sam walked out on Dean to go to Stanford..." Here, Lucifer paused, eyeing both Dean and Mary.


"What's wrong Dean? You didn't know of those things either?" Lucifer said with a smirk. Dean's expression was one of horror and disbelief. It was all the answer the Devil needed. "See, I told you, I know everything you were, Sam..." Lucifer continued, as he started walking towards Dean and Mary. With a wave of his hand, he threw them off the chairs and on the cold floor. "Everything you are..." He continued, as he reached the pool of whiskey which lay on the floor. He glanced down at the shards of glass, and saw his own red eyes staring back at him. He avoided stepping on the spilled drink and moved even closer to Mary, who was curled on the floor. With yet another wave of his hand he elevated Dean, until the hunter was floating a few inches above the ground.


"Everything that you will ever be..." Lucifer muttered, turning his head to his right, to catch a glimpse of Sam, who was still shaking like a leaf. With those words, Lucifer grabbed Dean by the throat with one hand, while he stepped on Mary's diaphragm with his right foot. "Stop it!" Sam cried out, but his cries only made the Devil tighten his hold around Dean's neck. "And that's why I know for sure... That you will never stand by and watch them die..." The fallen angel rasped, savoring the feeling of limitless power running through his veins. "I mean, it sure is a cliché, and I am tired of pulling the same threat every time, but it's a classic, so I can't really say no to that!" Lucifer continued, voice filled with irony.


"I told you we weren't over, Sam..." Lucifer spoke, voice loud, so as to cover Dean's and Mary's uneven gasps. "So, here we are, with me powered up even more by touching your soul." He continued, stepping on Mary's throat even more, making her writhe. "Here we are... And I ask you, dear, oh dear Sammy..." Lucifer questioned, underlining the word 'Sammy'. "Are you finally ready to kneel before me? Are you ready to be my bitch?" The Devil asked, turning to look at Sam, who was leaning heavily against the wall, and could only watch, as Lucifer stood straight, lifting Dean above the ground with one hand around his throat, while stepping on Mary, who was pinned to the floor.


"So, tell me Sammy; Oh, I was sure I would eventually be allowed to use that nickname..." Lucifer pointed out, tightening his hold around Dean's throat, making him unable to breathe. "Tell me, which one is going to be? Will you let them die, or will you kneel?" Lucifer spat and Sam let his eyes flutter closed...


End of chapter 6

A/N! So, that was it! Loved it? Hated it? I would love to hear your thoughts! You keep me going! Oh, and because you ask, no, this is NOT a death fic. No Deaths!


So, until next time,
Love you all,
Usagi!