The hallucinations didn't stop when Sam pressed on his scar. No matter how hard he pressed on his palm, Lucifer still tortured him. He tried so many ways to make him disappear. Drinking excessively didn't work. The eventual blackouts were still haunted by Lucifer. So he resorted to the only thing he knew would work to give him a couple of hours peace and quiet.
Sam locked himself in the bathroom and took his knife in his right hand. "You'll never silence me." Lucifer sang from his position on the edge of the bath. "I can try" Sam spat, slicing his arm several times with the blade. He looked up where Lucifer sat. He was gone.
"Sammy!" There was a loud knock at the door. "Sammy!? Open up!" Sam stayed silent, slumped against the cabinet. The door crashed open and Dean skidded to a halt by Sam's side. "Sammy? What are you doing?" Dean grabbed his arms and inspected the fresh cuts and the fading scars. "It makes him go away, Dean." Sam replied weakly. "I'm so tried." Sam nuzzled his head against Dean's collarbone. "Sleep, Sammy. I'll be here when you wake up." Dean kissed Sam softly on the lips and held his brother as he slept.
