Lucifer's sudden grin sent a shockwave of fear through Sam, his hands gripping the bars of the Cage tighter than before as he resumed the standoff they were engaged in. It wasn't really a standoff, though. It was Sam hoping to God Dean hurried the hell up, and Lucifer deciding what he wanted to do first. When Dean was suddenly at the Cage, yelling at Sam, looking like he was really freaking close to reaching into the Cage and grabbing him and trying to pull him through the bars and just- And then he looked at Dean's face, and started listening to the words his brother was saying.

"You're not my brother, Sam. After all you've done, you aren't my little brother, not anymore! Mark or no Mark, demon or not, I know a monster when I see one." Dean's voice had slowed and sounded a little warped. Dean continued, cutting through his thoughts, the words sinking into his brain. Why was Dean saying this? On the phone, he'd- Dammit, Sam had forgotten about the phone. There it still was, sitting in the corner, the screen lit up, the call still going through, and this Dean's phone is still in his pocket. When he'd pieced it together, he chanced a glance at Lucifer, having almost forgotten about him. Everything seemed kinda slow. It was like Sam had just woken up after pretty bad injury and he was still getting himself rooted in where he was and what was going on. Everything was still sharp and easy to see, but he just couldn't understand what was happening. Lucifer was still standing in the same spot as earlier, but his eyes radiated a reddish color, seeming snakelike, as well as his tongue, that flicked out of his mouth every once in a while as he mouthed the words the Dean yelling at him was saying. Huh. Now it made sense. That made it no less terrifying when the slitted eyes locked on him, and the mouth on Nick's face stretched ear to ear with what would have been a comical grin if the skin hadn't split at the corners to form it. Nick's face turned into Dean's and then the Dean outside the bars was inside the bars but now his mouth had the same smile as Lucifer but he was still saying things, and his eyes were still his, and that was the worst part almost.

"Charlie was like our little sister, Sam, and she was happy. She was so damn happy, Sam. And you got her killed, you killed her!" There was no outside the Cage anymore. There was only blackness, void of anything. No candles and sigils anymore. Nothing, and now- "We had to burn her body, Sam! You deserve to BURN." Fire was everywhere, Dean was melting, his skin charring, his eyes, his fingers, all around the Cage was on fire. Sam thought he heard his own screams over the roaring of fire and blood in his ears. Mom.

"Samuel Winchester." Mary was clothed in the same white gown worn on the night of her death, her hair singed at the ends, half of her face burnt, her teeth all the way back to the molars showing through the destroyed skin. The slit on her stomach wasn't dripping, possibly not bleeding, but still, the gown's front was saturated with blood there in the middle, otherwise unharmed and perfectly white, despite the burns on her face. The roaring fire stayed, but its noise faded into the background. "Why don't you sit down, and tell me where my baby is, where my Sammy is, hmm?" Sam's mouth opened and then shut. Nothing he could say would help his situation. There was nothing to do but wait, not for death, but for pain. Pain was the only oblivion available in Hell. Mary seemed to become more agitated and angry with the lack of response and raised her hand, much like Sam would when using his demon blood abilities, and he was slammed to a sitting position against the bars, his arms strapped to them with soft, padded restraints.

"I want your focus on the pain I'm giving you personally, you son of a bitch."She had adopted the demeanor of a trained hunter, as she had been raised. The woman's eyes suddenly flashed, not supernaturally, but with manic anger and pain. Her face contorted in confusion, the kind seen in ghosts often as they would attack, as she screamed in a now inhuman voice that transcended and echoed over and over, piercing and hammering everywhere, over and over. She screamed the words again and again as she crouched down and sat between his legs.

"Where is Sammy?" Her fingers were digging through his insides now as she crouched in front of him, seeming to burrow into his chest. She caught onto a rib, oh God, and she tugged. Crack. Sam felt this scream in his lungs, in his throat. She pulled out an intestine, and dangled it in his face. She laughed.

Crowley being nervous was a major red flag as soon as Dean walked into the bunker. Crowley didn't do nervous. Crowley kept himself collected and authoritative, and most importantly, arrogant and cocky, always. Of course, this was the most monumental screw up that Crowley had ever performed, and Dean was the one person Crowley didn't fuck around with.

"What happened, Crowley?"

"I don't know. My mother is one of the best witches on Earth, and her sigils failed. She doesn't fail, she- Damn." Crowley hadn't stopped on the path of dirt and the occasional bone, but his step had stuttered before continuing, in sync with his words.

"What?" Dean's voice was gruff, his feet on the verge of stepping on the backs of the demon's shoes.

"She meant for them to fail. Or, well, I did hear Lucifer talk of 'damage to the Cage' on Amara's... Departure. It is possible if the Cage is damaged that he is able to reach out-"

A laugh caught Dean's attention immediately, sending him sprinting past Crowley and down the path, ignoring the whispers of other demons trapped there. Lucifer's laugh cut through his skin, and seemed to split his heart in two.

"Winchesterssss. Have some bones to pick with you..."

"Run Winchester, you're already too late. Satan has broken your brother before..."

"He'll do it again, eeeasy..."

"Come back, Winchester? Couldn't resist the fun you had with a knife in your hand?"

"Baby brother's already gone Dean-o. Might as well run home to Mommy..."

"Oh, no. Azazel took care of that whore..."

Laughter echoed as he finally came into the clearing and saw the Cage. And his little brother.

"Oh my God."