Yay! You're still here! THIS IS WHERE THE GORE STARTS. Torture, guys. It's a lot of the physical kind. No rape is in this story, so don't worry about that showing up. Sorry, this took 6 days to upload. Christmas and all, I'm sure you guys understand.
"Hello, Dean." Lucifer's (fucking Satan's) voice came through the phone, and dammit is that Sam in the background he's hurting Sam shit shit shit shit shit was all that Dean could register before the devil continued.
"Well Dean, I wanted to thank you for bringing my favorite toy back around. It's so boring here without him, what with Michael refusing to speak to me. If Adam had been booted down here too, well, it'd be a little more interesting. However, my brother Castiel managed to screw that up and kill him with that neat little, and I quote, holy Molotov. Of course I can't give all the credit to you-" With the emphasis on the word all, Lucifer's finger lifted and caressed Sam's wrist, making a black, frostbitten line there that then started to crawl and spread up his arm, dimming the tan skin to white, then blue, then purple, and finally black. Sam couldn't help the AGhh that escaped, followed by whimpers as the skin started to change color, crack, and bleed.
"Lucifer, you son of a bitch, you hurt my brother-" When Lucifer interrupted, Dean pressed harder on the gas, gripping the steering wheel even tighter, his fingers turning as white as his knuckles. The phone made a popping sound as his grip tightened on it also, and he quickly loosened his hold. This was his one connection to Sam, and he'd be damned if he lost it because he couldn't control his anger and broke the damn phone.
"Now, Dean, didn't your mother teach you it isn't polite to interrupt? Anyway, let's go on past the threats, they're horribly repetitive with you. Now to the reason I bothered letting this call run through. I'm assuming you're en route here as we speak?"
"You bet your ass I'm-"
"Ah-ah-ah. I can see the threat at the end of that sentence already and I'm telling you, if I've gotta," Lucifer paused to let Dean hear as Sam let out a not-quite scream when his arm was broken and the bone shoved through his skin, "use other forms of persuasion, I will. Anywaysss. the point of this call was to not have you miss out on any of the fun you're missing while you're stuck in that darn car." Satan's voice picked up a note of his usual sarcasm. "What do ya say, pal?" Lucifer pried the cell phone from Sam's frostbitten hand and let him plop to the floor of the cage, where he leaned against the bars, breathing hard as blood poured from the wounds, thankfully all contained to one arm.
"I say, you're a dick. Let me talk to Sam." Dean practically growled into the phone, all semblance of calm ripped from him (if he had any to begin with). Silence came from the other end for so long that Dean had to check that the call hadn't been disconnected. With a sigh, as he finally neared the road to the bunker, he pleaded. "Please."
"You're on speaker, Dean-o." The devil relented, and gave Sam a huge grin. The Winchester on the ground, who usually seemed intimidating, and sometimes downright scary, now had made himself seem diminutive, curled around his hand, seeming to just now have realized how utterly screwed he was. Lucifer's form was still the meatsuit he'd inhabited on Earth, perhaps because he'd lost Sam as a vessel and had reverted back to the previous one. Nick's body would usually not be in any way intimidating to Sam, but he knew what lay underneath. When Lucifer zapped himself to Sam's side, now crouched, and holding the phone between them, he jumped, moving to slide himself away with his uninjured arm, but was quickly halted by the bars of the Cage. Nick's eyes rolled with annoyance, and his mouth moved to say something when Dean interrupted, his voice scratchy from the cheap cell in Satan's hand.
"Sam? Sam! Listen Sam, I'm on the way, I promise. Just listen to what I'm saying, right now, okay? Sam? Sam!" Sam's eyes flicked between the phone and Lucifer warily as he tried to root himself and reclaim some calm, even though he was back in the Cage oh God I'm back I'm back I'm back I-
"Dean?" When Dean heard his brother's voice, the knot in his throat, and the one in his stomach, and his chest, all loosened as he thanked whoever or whatever was determining what happened anymore, Fate or Destiny, or hell, even God. Because his brother wasn't dead.
"Yeah, Sam. How you holding up, huh?" The Winchester code for: How bad are you hurt, hospital or hotel, how are you dealing with the latest crisis, and are you okay? Now, though it seemed to have taken an entirely new meaning, because this was an entirely new situation. This wasn't some normal baddie monster, or some human who thought they were tough enough to overpower the Winchesters. This was Satan, Lucifer, the one who tortured Sam for-
"I'm, ah, alright, Agh. It's been wor- Rmph- Worse." Lucifer had decided to reach over to the exposed, white bone protruding from Sam's broken arm and flick it with his finger repeatedly, mildly jarring it enough to hurt like a bitch, but not nearly enough to work Sam up.
"Well, just hold on, okay Sam? I'll be there soon, I promise. You'll be fine. I'm gonna get you out." Sam's eyes closed momentarily as he decided to not believe that. If he didn't and, by some miracle, Dean got him out, then he'd be even more elated. If he did believe it, and Dean couldn't, he'd just be broken.
"Okay, Dean." Dean was finally at the bunker, screeching the Impala to a halt and running inside to find Crowley looking... Nervous. They were soon on their way to Hell, only a few minutes away now from being at the Cage.
"Alright boys, sorry to break up this great angst-fest," Lucifer interrupted, "but I've got plans. Don't worry Dean-o, you'll stay on speaker." He placed the phone on the opposite side of the small cell-like cage as Sam forced himself to his feet, the two then staring at each other, one with wary eyes, slightly shivering, and with a clenched jaw,the other leaning casually against the bars, a witty smirk on his lips, his eyes full of contained glee. What would Jess think of me now? What about Mom, Dad, and Bobby? Lucifer's smirk flashed to a grin. And then it all went to Hell. (Pun intended.)