"Sam?" Lucifer asks and Sam never thought he would feel such relief at hearing the Devil talk, because that meant Lucifer was conscious again.
"Lucifer." Sam nods, stepping away a little. Even when he has seen Lucifer at his most vulnerable, he knows that the Archangel is still a powerful, dangerous being.
"You jumped." Lucifer tells Sam.
"I had to. Can't let you two destroy the world."
Lucifer was staring at him, accusing Sam of betrayal.
"You betrayed me."
"You tried to destroy the world." Lucifer was the Devil, after all.
"I made you an offer! I was good- to you, you were my true vessel!" Does he not know how important he is to him? To say that Lucifer was mad at Sam was an understatement. He never lied to the man, promised him everything and yet all he did was stick to his brother like his life depended on it- and Lucifer was jealous. Jealous of Dean because Sam never trusted him like that, even when Lucifer tried everything to convince him. Jealous of their relationship, because Dean never betrayed Sam like Michael betrayed Lucifer.
"It doesn't matter! I can't let you kill everyone!" Sam thought of Castiel and Bobby, and all those people that died because of the Apocalypse. "You just-" Sam sighs. "Look." He turns to Lucifer. "We, are in the cage now. Your cage, so fighting is pointless." Lucifer gapes at him.
"What is it that you want then, Sammy?" Lucifer twitched at him after a long pause. "You slammed me back into the cage. Do you know how long I spent here, cut off from Heaven, from my brothers and sisters? All because of your damned species?"He rants at Sam, pointing a finger at his chest.
"You were trying to destroy the world!"Sam shouts back. "Just because daddy didn't give you enough hugs. Just because big brother kicked you out, because you are the most goddamn selfish bastard I've ever met! You don't think I know how that felt like!?-"
Lucifer twists his fist in Sam's shirt before he could finish.
"Don't you dare." Lucifer's hands shake, face twisted in a rage, the image of Michael striking him down seared into his mind for all eternity. "Don't you dare to even assume you know what happened-" Sam grabs Lucifer's arm, prying his fist out of his shirt.
"I saw Michael! I saw the entire thing- your memories- I was there-" Lucifer stares. Sam stares back. Lucifer glares at him, almost mournful, and Sam stares back. Lucifer disappears and Sam stares at the air.
Well. Damn. "Lucifer?" He calls out, the forest growing darker by the second. "Lucifer?!" Still no answer. The mist rises, covering the trees and the pathways. "Lucifer!" Sam yells now, hunter's instincts spiking up at the vast emptiness of the cage. It it a cage, and yet it seems to go on forever, vast, eternal and suffocating. There is no answer. Sam is alone.
Dean calls Castiel. Again. It goes to voice mail. Obviously. Even the girl behind the counter is starting to look at him with something suspiciously like sympathy, and no one, especially not hot bartender chicks, are allowed to look at Dean Winchester with sympathy. He puts his best gameface on, flirts with abandon, but she just shakes her head, and tells him to go and call 'Cas' up before it's too late. Dean wanted to laugh. Dean wanted to cry, because ain't that the most fucked up thing he's ever heard?
He calls Cas again instead, feeling every bit as pathetic as the people in the bar seem to think he is. This time, Castiel actually shows up before he even dials, looking like literal hell.
"Dude!" Dean exclaims, dropping the phone, eyes wide. "What the hell happened to you?!" Castiel falls over, and Dean catches him before he drops on the floor of the cheap motel room(after a while, they just start to blend together). Cas is bleeding and his eyes are glazed over, and Dean begins to panic. He knows how to take care of human wounds, but a bleeding, possibly dying Angel is out of his league(nononono Cas don't die everything between us is all forgiven all in the past I swear)
"Cas? Cas!" Dean moves Castiel over, removing his coat and positioning the Angel, so that he is lying on the narrow motel bed. "C'mon, man, talk to me!" Dean is breathing hard, his hand reaching for his bag to get the bandages.
"No...use." Castiel shakes his head, grabbing Dean's hand. With his shirt open and coat on the ground, Dean could see that the wound runs much deeper than he previously thought. Despite all the blood, the most frightening thing about all this is that Cas is bleeding grace. Drops of blue, bright and glowing, trickles out of the wound- it's like life is escaping Cas's body, and Dean refuses to let his Angel- his Angel die-
"Dean..." Cas groans, and Dean scoots closer, noticing the drops of blue escaping Cas's lips. Cas seems calm, eerily calm, like he's not quite there.
"Cas," Dean cups Castiel's face, drops of grace sliding over his fingers as the mark on his shoulder tingles. Castiel smiles at him, and Dean almost loses it. "You're not gonna die, Cas." Dean tells Castiel, more for himself than for the Angel.
Castiel tugs at his hand, and Dean leans down, so that their forheads touch, and he can hear Cas's breath getting shallower by the second. "Not tonight, not on my watch."Dean babbles, trying in vain to catch Castiel's attention, so that he can focus, focus and try to not die, when he notices something cold and sharp pressing into his hand. "Do it." Castiel whispers.
Dean breaths in sharply at the Angel sword in his hand. Cas smiles at him, pupils blown wide. "It...has to be you, Dean. "Want...it to be you." Dean's heart sinks down at the realization that Cas wants him, him to end his life. How is that even a decision? He shakes his head, stunned into his silence.
For a single moment, the only sounds in this room is Castiel's shallow breaths, too quiet, and Dean's beating heart, too loud.