mortem sibi conscivit: suicide, death by ones own hand
Character: Sam
Genre: Angst all the way
Summary: What was he going to do? He was Lucifer's vessel.
"Dammit."
The word echoed into the dank motel room, the man sitting up in bed pale white.
Sam ran a shaky hand through his hair and swallowed thickly. He pushed away the covers and slid out of bed, pacing the ice cold floor.
What was he going to do? He was Lucifer's vessel.
"Fuck. Fuck."
He walked over to the table and rooted through where his duffle was for the bottle of pain meds and sleeping pills and dumped them out onto the surface of the table.
There was no way in hell Lucifer was using him as a vessel.