A/N! So, here is chapter 11! Thank you for reading and for all your support! I wish the story up to this point, was worth your time! :-) Warning: Depictions of violence and blood.
Also, no beta reader because I wanted to post this today, due to the fact that I won't have time next week. I apologize in advance for any mistakes.
HOPE THAT YOU'LL ENJOY! A/N!
CHAPTER 11: "When will you finally learn...?"
THEN...
Dean dragged his gaze on Sam's figure momentarily, and for a fragment of a second, he thought he saw his brother moving. Blinking, Dean looked again, but as he had suspected, it was but a mirage... So, Dean turned to Lucifer, blade in hand, death in his eyes.
And so, he didn't see that a few feet away, Sam stirred and jerked, obliging his hazel eyes to open, albeit half the way...
NOW...
'I'm sorry, Sammy... So very sorry...' The green eyed man thought to himself as he took a hold of one of the many daggers the suitcase held. He felt the vibration as soon as his skin came in touch with the, uncommonly cold metal handle of the dagger. He felt the markings that Alistair had inflicted on him with that very dagger, he remembered using it on thousands of other poor bastards who he later tortured...
He felt his blood freezing in his veins and time seemed to have no meaning for him. Lucifer's figure faded away and the only thing Dean could see, was Sam. Sam, who was on the ground, bleeding out to the death. Sam, whose memories were now Lucifer's playthings, whose body was broken, whose mind and soul were torn into pieces. Sam, who believed Dean deserved to be saved. Who still believed that Dean had a soul which was shining like a star in the early morning sky, pure and clean, valid, filled with love and kindness. Only he was wrong...
"Taint my redeemed soul, you say..." Dean muttered under his breath, turning his gaze on Lucifer yet again. "My soul has been damned for a vary long time now. Alistair broke it and even though Cas did try to fix it, he could never put all the pieces together. Not really. And then, came the Mark and with it..." Here, Dean's low voice trailed off and the hunter stared down at the blade in his hand. His eyes were reflected on the cold, sharp metal; Two green orbs staring back at him from within the silver dagger. "With it, came a darkness unlike anything I've ever known. And nothing could save me from that." Dean uttered, only to pause momentarily, so as to flick his gaze on the Devil, who was taking step after step towards him. "Yet, little Sammy thinks he has managed to save you." Dean huffed at the remark.
"No... My soul can never be saved. And neither can you." Dean hissed, charging forwards. Lucifer smiled knowingly at his adversary for a second, and then clenched his fingers into fists, pushed his body forwards and lashed out as well. Green and red orbs were momentarily reflected on the silver relic, as Man and Fallen Angel collided. Grunts and moans filled the air and Lucifer had to admit that, now that Dean held the Dagger in his hand, his moves were a lot better than before. The green eyed man punched the Devil right at the center of his belly, and in less than a blink of an eye, he drew his hand back, only to make a move with his other hand.
A light whistling sound was then heard as Dean moved his hand, blade held tightly in his grasp. The sharp blade shone under the dim light, and it cut the air as Dean willed it, aiming at Lucifer's stomach. The light whistling sound, caused by the blade's movement, would have gone undetected by any human, but Lucifer, being an Archangel, heard it, and managed to grab Dean's hand in time. The hunter growled in frustration, but then smiled. He turned the knife in between his trained fingers and dragged it across the Devil's inner forearm, creating a long, deep cut. "Son of a bitch!" Lucifer cursed, but Dean didn't dwell on it. He moved again, kicking Lucifer hard on the leg, thus breaking the hold the Devil had on his wrist. Dean gasped for breath, his body shaking.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Lucifer rasped as he looked at Dean, who had once again retreated, moving backwards, closer to the desk the suitcase was on. "Oh, yes, it does..." Dean retorted, grabbing a pair of brass knuckles from within the case, without letting go of the knife he was holding. "You see, Dean, maybe we are not so very-" Whatever words the Devil wanted to say died in his throat, however, as he saw Dean lashing out towards him again. "I think we have established that you can't really punch me-" The brass knuckles were hard against the Devil's cheekbones, as Dean used his right hand, then his left and then his right hand again, throwing punch after punch at the being who had hurt his beloved Sammy.
Lucifer was taken aback by the assault and had no choice but to retreat many steps to his left. The next punch was so strong, both Fallen angel and Man knew the latter's bones had cracked under the pressure. But Dean kept going, punching Lucifer with all his might, until, finally, the Devil lost his footing. Dean grasped the chance, putting his leg behind Lucifer's right foot, making the Fallen Angel trip. Lucifer extended his hand to his side, taking a hold of a nearby shelf which was pinned on the wall. Many books fell at Lucifer's feet, but the Fallen Angel couldn't care less. He used his free hand to push Dean to the side, so that he could move away from the wall and the shelf.
Dean groaned, but before Lucifer could take a third step away from the wall and towards him, the hunter swung the knife he still held in his grasp, dragging it across the Devil's chest, letting it tear open the flesh it came in touch with. Lucifer yelled in pain, shocked that a little human had managed to catch him off guard. He didn't have the time to make a move, however, because Dean screamed, a sound deep and inhuman. He moved again, stabbing Lucifer on his side, smiling like a madman as he felt blood dripping down from the wound.
"Hurts, doesn't it? That's what Alistair's tools get you. They can hurt Angels, Demons and humans alike." Dean rasped, breathing heavily. His eyes shone with a dark glow and the hunter could feel something which was hidden deep inside him, coming to life. The thrill of vengeance, the twisted joy these tools were causing him to feel every time he would lay a blow on Lucifer; it was addicting. Like a drug. Putting all his weight on his left leg, Dean pushed Lucifer to the side. The Devil snarled as he felt his knees giving out from under him. Man and Devil fell on the cold floor, and Dean was fast to pin his opponent down, using his free hand and his legs.
"You bastard! What have you done to Sam?" He rasped, out of breath. "I've killed him!" The Devil snapped, using his elbow to lay a blow on Dean's chest. The green-eyed man pushed the knife deeper into Lucifer's flesh, but all the Devil did, was smile. "I've killed him. You will never see him again, Dean..." "Heal him-" "He's dead, Dean... And you... You, have lost!" With these words, Lucifer grabbed Dean's hand, obliging the man to withdraw the knife from his flesh. Lucifer hissed, but pushed Dean aside with one move of his free hand. He got up on his feet, ignoring the blood, which was running out of the gash freely. His eyes were red, his breathing fast, his face hard like the stone.
"Now, it's my turn!" Lucifer yelled, as he kicked the hunter's rib cage time and time again, savoring the pained grunts which were escaping Dean's torn lips. The hunter felt blood welling up within his throat and instantly knew his ribs had cracked under the weight of Lucifer's assault. He felt his muscles going numb and the silver dagger slipped away from his fingers, hitting the floor. The rattle it caused echoed deafening in Dean's ears, blocking every other sound, as it signified the hunter's defeat and therefor, his hellish damnation...
"Lesson number one, Dean." Lucifer said in an angry voice, bringing Dean back to the present. His green eyes flew open, and he shivered at the sight of the Devil standing atop of him. "Never let emotions cloud your judgment!" Lucifer yelled, bending down, grabbing the hunter by his shirt. He smiled as the smell of blood traveled down his nose and threw Dean on the wall, extracting yet another pained yelp from the hunter's torn lips. "Lesson number two: Never let your opponent start ranting about what they have done to you, or, about what you should do to them." Lucifer said, clenching his fingers into fists.
He pulled his hand back, only to unleash it a second later, letting it collide with Dean's right cheekbone. "Because they...-" Punch on the jaw. "...Are just..." Punch on Dean's ribs. "...Toying with...-" Punch under Dean's jaw. "...You." The last word was spoken in a low voice and Lucifer placed his lips so close to Dean's ear, that the green-eyed man felt his skin tickling as he felt the Devil's ice- cold breath on him. Lucifer then pulled back slightly, wanting to savor the look of realization on the hunter's face.
Dean leaned, beaten, against the wall, as fear and horror welled up in his eyes. "That's right, Dean. I knew you would make a move for that suitcase. And still, I knew you would lose." He snarled triumphantly. Dean's eyes opened wide and Lucifer smiled at him again. He then punched Dean on his stomach, and took advantage of his half closed eyes.
The Devil pulled Dean away from the wall with such force, that the hunter stumbled on his own unsteady feet, falling on the floor, his knees hitting the cold surface hard and fast."That's better. Now, you're where you belong." Lucifer muttered under his breath, as he grabbed both of Dean's hands, pinning them above the hunter's head.
"Tell me Dean..." The Devil spat, pressing down Dean's right wrist, willing for the bones to break under the intense pressure. "Did you honestly believe, you stood a chance against me?" With his free hand, the fallen angel grabbed a handful of Dean's short hair, obliging the hunter to look up to him. Dean groaned as Lucifer stepped on the hunter's right ankle, putting most of his weight on it. "I mean, are you this stupid? No one could ever win against me." The Devil continued, enjoying the sight of Dean on his knees.
Dean shivered as realization came crashing down on him. He had lost the fight. It was all for nothing, everything Sam had done. His brother had tried to save him, he had been more valiant than Dean would ever be, and yet, it wasn't enough. Dean wasn't a fool. Deep down, he was aware of the fact he couldn't defeat Lucifer, no matter what weapons he armed himself with. He could understand his end had come, especially when he was so close to dying. And at that moment, Dean Winchester was certain that Death was upon him... All he dared to wish, was that he could meet Sam in a better place... The hunter let out a pained breath and his captor's voice echoed loud in the bunker, pulling him out of his thoughts.
"Oh, I like this Dean... You, squirming like the weakling that you are, looking up to me, yes, looking up, because you're on the ground, where you belong..." The hunter bit his lip as he felt Lucifer tightening his hold around his wrists. 'So, this is how it ends...' Dean thought, and his breath hitched. He thought of Sam, his Sammy, lying on the cold ground, still and pale. Sammy, who had given up everything for Dean, and yet it was all for nothing. Sammy... "So, Dean... I guess I win, and you lose..." The tone was dark, making the older man shiver. He felt fire on his wrists and saw that the Devil's fingertips were once again engulfed in flames. So this was going to be the end... Fire was about to burn him alive. Well, of all the ways Dean had thought he would die, this wasn't one of them.
Dean closed his eyes, holding back the tears. No, he wouldn't give Lucifer the satisfaction to see him cry. 'Sorry... I'm sorry Sammy... I'm sorry I couldn't win.' He thought and then his mind blanked. The bunker faded away, the cold, tall, dark walls crumbled and turned into dust. Dean felt as though he was floating in an ocean of water. He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself not in the bunker, but at Bobby's house, that rainy night... Sam, young and beautiful, was standing close to him, his hazel eyes, filled with anticipation, glowing red as the fire from the fireplace was dancing in them. Dean lost himself in those eyes and was happy that it was the last thing he would see before dying...
"Oh, no, no, no, no... You don't get to do that." The Devil rasped, his voice sarcastic, yet sharp. Dean was forced to open his eyes, and he hissed in pain as small flames started licking the skin of his wrists. "There is one last lesson for me to teach, Dean." The hunter growled deep in his throat, but chose to remain silent. "I wanted you to open Alistair's toolbox." "So you've said. You wanted to humiliate me." Dean retorted, refusing to show just how much he was hurting. "Yes, there was this too. But there was also one more reason I wanted you to use those tools." Lucifer explained, locking his eyes with Dean's.
"That's right, Dean. I wanted you to open that toolbox. I wanted you to stain your hands with my blood, to reclaim the title of the 'Great Tormentor'. I wanted you to take a hold of those tools." "Why?" Was all Dean could bring himself to utter, as he felt all hope fading away. Lucifer smiled down at him again, waving his wrist a couple of times.
"Because..." Lucifer whispered, slightly moving to the side, without releasing Dean's hands. "I wanted him to see. See, that his sacrifice was in vain. I wanted him to see that you chose to taint your soul by taking a hold of Alistair's tools. A soul he suffered so greatly to protect." Dean gasped then, feeling Lucifer delivering yet another kick on the abused muscles of his leg, this time, right where his wound had been until a few minutes ago. The hunter growled in pain but refused to bow down. He tried to free his hands from the Devil's iron grip, he squirmed and thrust against the bonds, but to no avail. It was all futile. Dean found himself breathing out a sigh of resignation as he bowed his head.
"And with that gesture you just did, my final lesson is taught." Lucifer uttered in a low mischievous tone. "And that final lesson, was not meant just for you. In fact, it wasn't meant for you at all." "What are you talking about?" Dean croaked out hoarsely, head still bowed. Footsteps echoed down the hall then, and the hunter froze in place as a familiar gasp reached his ears. Through half closed eyelids and blurred eyes, Dean saw Mary entering the room, her blond hair messy, her hands bloody, from pounding at the door of the room she was locked in, for so long.
Her eyes found Dean's figure, but she then turned to the side, and a muffled shriek escaped her lips, as her eyes took in the image of Sam, lying in a pool of his own blood, body broken, mind blanked, soul shattered to pieces. "Lesson number three." Lucifer announced, voice sharp, cold and loud. "Never, not ever, dare to challenge me! Never dare to even think, with that tiny, barely functional brain of yours, that any of you, insignificant, unimportant, weak little humans, can win against me!" He continued, eyeing Mary and then Dean, who was now shaking, green-eyes fixed on the floor.
"Raise your head, Dean... Come on now, don't be shy..." The Devil mocked, but the green-eyed man refused to obey. "Oh, Dean, Dean, Dean... Come on now, I want him to see... Your paled face, stained by droplets of my blood. Your eyes, clouded with adrenaline, pupils dilated. Your hands, which so gracefully willed Alistair's tools..." Dean swallowed hard as soon as Lucifer's voice trailed off, cleared his throat, before speaking again. "You want 'him' to see... And yet, last time I checked, my mom was a woman." He said, voice low, yet filled with irony.
"She's not the only one whose eyes are fixed on you, Dean. There is also little Sammy. So, come on, I want your face to be the last thing his sad, glassy, puppy dog eyes will behold." "Yet, it was you who said that Sam is dead." Dean uttered brokenly. Lucifer huffed in annoyance, grabbing fistfuls of short brown hair, obliging the hunter to raise his head yet again. "Well, I did say that, but then again, I may have lied, just a bit." The Devil said and so, everything fell into place. Dean's face paled even more, if that was humanly possible, and his lips parted, yet no sound could escape them.
Because what Dean saw, no words could describe. No linguist could construct a word powerful enough, that its meaning could suffice what Dean was feeling at that moment, what Dean's blurry green eyes were witnessing. Because, a few feet from Dean, Lucifer and Mary, was Sam, who was still lying on the floor, blood all around him. His body was still, yet his eyes were open and glassy. But not blind. Dean knew Sam could see him. Small, labored breaths were escaping his torn, bloody lips, and he had managed to turn his head to the side. And so it was, that as Sam blinked, he saw Dean, he saw the blood on his hands and clothes. He saw Alistair's small blade...
"Look, dear Sammy! Look at what your beloved brother has chosen to become! Look at him, how he wasted your sacrifice, how his thirst for revenge blinded his eyes, how his hands, clothes, and face are covered in my blood!" The Devil ranted, eyes burning, piercing Sam. "Look at this pour, little man, whom you love so much, look at him and see, see the darkness which lingers below the surface. Look at him before you die, and see, see him for what he really is. A tainted, corrupted little human, whose soul you can never save!" Lucifer yelled triumphantly, getting behind Dean, grabbing Alistair's dagger from the hunter's grasp. Dean felt his hands falling to his side, finally freed from Lucifer's iron grip. But they were numb, heavy and cold. Like Dean's heart. Like Dean's very soul.
His hands were indeed numb, yet Dean dared to raise his eyes, and he really looked at his brother. Their eyes met, and spoke thousands of words, albeit their lips remained shielded. Sad emerald orbs met wet hazel ones and Dean gasped as round, salty teardrops, started falling from Sam's eyes, mixing with the blood, which was all around the young man. "Sammy..." Dean breathed out, as he bit his lip. He was forced to break eye contact a moment later, however, as he felt Lucifer moving again.
"No! No, don't!" Mary pleaded agonizingly, as Lucifer tightened his hold on Dean's hair, pulling his head upwards even more than he already had, pressing the dagger, which he held in his free hand, on the man's throat. Droplets of blood dyed the silver blade red, and Mary moved a couple of steps to the side, hiding Sam's limp body from view. "Don't be stupid, Mama Mary." The Devil snapped. "Kill me instead of him. Please, kill me instead." She pleaded, moving closer yet. "Enough with these stupid, self-sacrificing acts!" Lucifer rasped, and the room trembled as a wave of energy left the Archangel's body. "Any last words Dean?" He asked, dragging the blade further across the hunter's neck. "No, please, don't-" But Mary's cry was cut off by Dean's shaky voice.
"I'm sorry..." He mumbled, eyes moving passed Mary's figure. "Dean, it's alright-" The woman muttered, but the green-eyed man spoke again. "Sammy, I'm sorry... I'm sorry I couldn't win... Baby boy, I..." His voice trailed off then, and Mary realized with an aching pain, that Dean had fought Lucifer to avenge his brother. She swallowed hard, turning around, needing to face her youngest son once more, before stepping to the side. She wanted Dean to be able to see Sam. Sam, who was still and cold, Sam, who was bleeding out, Sam, who was- Mary's eyes flew open as she turned around, and she gasped in surprise. She blinked, yet the image before her eyes remained the same. "Oh, God..." She muttered, awed, unable to move a mere inch.
Dean's eyes snapped open, his blood turning to ice within his veins. "Mom?" Dean gasped in surprise and saw Lucifer turning his head to his right, towards Mary, whose body was hiding Sam's frame. "Step aside, mama Mary... let the lovebirds play Romeo and Juliet!" Lucifer snarled, but the woman chose to remain right where she stood. "Move, or I'll make you." The Devil rasped, and Mary turned around yet again, tear-filled eyes meeting shiny emerald ones. The hunter's heart fluttered then, and for a reason he couldn't name, was filled with hope.
Mary moved, taking three steps to the side, revealing Sam's frame. Revealing his hand, which he had dipped in his own blood, so as to draw the all too familiar symbol, which could cast Lucifer out. Dean's breath hitched; It would have taken a Herculean effort for someone bearing Sam's injuries, to stretch his hand to the side, so as to find a small portion of the floor which was not covered in blood, so as to paint the symbol. And yet...
"Go to Hell... And stay there..." Dean heard Sam's weak- way too weak- whispers and knew that his captor was as surprised as he was, if not more. "You son of a bitch, when will you learn your place?" The Devil howled, but before he could make a move, Dean obliged his hands to move, and he grabbed the wrist of Lucifer's right hand, which was the one he held the knife with. Time stopped then, and the Devil glared daggers towards Sam, who found the strength to speak again. "When will you learn... That I won't let you win? That I won't let you harm him?" He said, pressing his palm on the expelling symbol. The next second, the room was bathed in a white light, and Dean was careful, to instantly close his eyes against the blinding glow. The green eyed man yelped in pain as soon as he felt Lucifer's hands dissolving into light and dust and he couldn't help but fall face down to the floor.
And so it was, that the Fallen Angel had been defeated for yet another time. Because he had made the worst mistake possible. He had underestimated his opponent... And Sam Winchester, was an opponent you should not underestimate...
End of Chapter 11...
A/N! So, here it ends! Lucifer is gone!
I would love to hear your thoughts! Comments and Kudos keep me on my feet!
Plus, the story has two more chapters left. It will have a happy end and we'll see our boys together again!
Keep in mind that the events of season 12 episode 23 will not be mentioned. (Hence the 'happy end')
Also, I will write both chapters and I will post them together, so that the story will be completed. But I do not know when I will be able to update. I hope it won't be long, but my life is filled with things that just have to be done.
Anyway, thank you all, yet again!
Until next time,
Love you all,
Usagi! A/N!
