Yoo I would very much appreciate reviews they would b super cool and v inspirational tbh.
This is still from "Meet the New Boss" and "Hello, Cruel World"
I do not own Supernatural
Leviathans became the new issue. The monsters from Purgatory had taken over Castiel, until not even his vessel could take it anymore. So, he died in the nearby reservoir, black ink oozing everywhere in the water. Since that reservoir was a water source for everyone...
Anyone could be a Leviathan now.
Sam tried to sleep, but it was impossible. Lucifer nudged her awake, spoke to her. She always tried to fall back asleep, but it never worked. "Wake up, sunshine. Up and at 'em, atom man. I suppose it'd be atom girl, huh?"
She balled her fists. "Sammy."
The voice was distant. But she was just so tired. Five more minutes of sleep, please.
"Sammy- hey."
When she felt someone touch her shoulder, she jumped. It could have been Lucifer, for all she knew, but when she turned she saw Dean and it was ok. "Whoa." He said, putting his hands up defensively. "That's twelve hours straight, I'm calling that rested. Here." He handed her some water and a protein bar. "Hydrate, and… uh, protein-ate."
"Breakfast in bed." Sam commented tiredly. Normally, she was already up and prepared for the day, but Dean had apparently taken initiative ahead of her.
"Don't get used to it. Let me see that hand." Dean said.
Sam nodded. She had gotten injured during the battle at the warehouse, falling on some glass shards which had left a solid mark on one of her hands. Dean had already stitched it for her, but he wanted to check to see if everything was still intact.
Lucifer nudged her shoulder. "Oh, he wants to hold your widdle hand. How sweet."
Sam ignored Lucifer as Dean gingerly took her hand, unwrapping the bandage. He shrugged. "Eh, you'll live. Here." He took a nearby bottle of whiskey and poured it on the stitches. Sam inhaled sharply at the searing pain from the alcohol. "All right, take it easy." He said, clapping her shoulder.
"So, ooze invasion. Any leads?" Sam decided to ask.
"I got all my feelers out. Whatever they're up to, it ain't – ain't about going Mothra down Main Street. They'll turn up. You seem pretty eager to stretch your legs, you know." Bobby said as he entered the room. He put a new bandage around her hand, while she only hummed in response.
"Now onto our other big problem. How are you doing? Don't say that you're ok." Dean asked.
She looked to her hands. "I'm not okay." What else was she supposed to say? Find some clever lie to tell her brother? She had already kept so much from him.
Bobby shot a look at Dean. "Hey, go a little easy on her."
"There's nothing easy about it, Bobby, okay. We acted like she had everything under control." He said bluntly.
Sam shook her head. "I get it. I'm sorry. Look, I- I didn't exactly want to crack up, you know?"
Dean stared at her. "What exactly happened back there?"
"Aww, your big brother is concerned." Lucifer said, playing with her hair.
"Well, it's not just flashbacks anymore." She admitted numbly.
"Well then, what?" Dean demanded.
"I'm... having a difficult time figuring out what's real."
"Hallucinations." Dean said disbelievingly.
"For starters."
"Well for starters, if you're tripping Hell's Bells, why would you hide that?"
Sam could tell he was angry. "I wasn't hiding it, Dean, I – I was just not talking about it. I mean it seemed like you two had enough going on as it was. Look, I – I just figured, try to hold onto the safety bar and ride it out, you know? But it's getting more specific."
Dean's eyebrows creased in worry. "As in specifically what?" Sam didn't want to answer. Dean went to get whiskeys for him and Bobby. "What the hell, Samantha?"
"I told you." Sam said methodically.
"I mean seriously, how do you, how do you argue with that?"
"I know. It's a problem."
"Well now wait, I got it. Why would the Devil holodeck you a whole new life when he could just kick your ass all over the Cage?"
Dean was trying to make a point, why everything was alright. He was trying to reassure her. Sam sighed. "'Cause, as he puts it… you can't torture someone who has nothing left for you to take away." Lucifer had joined in on that one.
"Very good, Samantha." Lucifer said. "You have learned something."
"Okay, fine. But this Malibu dream mansion that he, he, he makes for you to take away is this post-apocalyptic mess?" Dean tried again.
"It had to be a mess, Samantha, or you wouldn't believe it was your life."
Sam glanced over to Lucifer, who only shrugged.
"Wait, are you seeing him now?" Dean asked. Sam nodded rigidly. "You know he's not real, right?"
"He says the same thing about you."
Needless to say, Dean was upset. Pissed, even.
Bobby shook his head. "I'm going to go back to work."
With some convincing, Sam showed Dean to a case that she had found from a police wire. She has a feeling it has something to do with the Leviathans, so it was right up Dean's alley. However, he's worried about leaving her alone, but she's got Bobby, so she's fine.
Bobby'll look after her, right?
Dean, of course, gave her the occasional worried phone call. "Just hang in there, Sammy. I'm always gonna be there for you."
"Sure, Dean."
The most Lucifer has ever done was just read the newspaper in the corner and make certain comments about current events.
At least, until she had enough, and responded to him. "Okay, if this is some dream and you got power over it, why don't you just end it?"
Lucifer grinned, as he stopped swinging a fire poker. "End it? This? You not knowing what's real, the paint slowly peeling off your walls, come on, girl, this is the sweet spot! Why would I end it? Not like we got HBO in the Pit. All I got is you, floating over the coals with half a hope that you're gonna figure it all out. There's only one way to figure it out, Samantha. It's up to you. It ends when you can't take it anymore."
Sam re-soaked her rag, and moved to the next gun. Lucifer glanced to it. "I think that's maybe why we're cleaning our guns."
"Shut up!" Sam shouted. Her patience with Lucifer was wearing thin.
Bobby rushed into the room, and made sure she was ok. Whatever he said, however, became background noise as the devil stabbed Bobby in his chest with the fire poker. "You hear me, Sam?"
Sam nodded stiffly, her eyes wide. "Yeah, sure."
However, Bobby received a phone call, and left Sam alone with Lucifer.
That was when she received a surprising visit, which ultimately lifted her hopes up. "Hey, Samantha."
She turned, and grinned tiredly. "Hello, Gabriel."
"Gabriel, huh? That sure brings a new turn of events." Lucifer commented from the couch. At first he was lounging, but now he was sitting upright since his brother appeared.
"Samantha, you all right?" The angel asked, approaching her.
She swallowed. "Actually… no, I'm not. You… you shouldn't be here."
What if Lucifer was right? This was all a twisted dream he had made up? What if Gabriel really was still dead, and she was still dealing with some sort of grief about it?
Gabriel took her in a hug. Lucifer stood next to her. Gabriel pulled apart, still holding onto her shoulders. "Lucifer's here, Gabriel." Sam said quietly.
"No, he's not." Gabriel said, stroking her cheek. "You put him back into the cage, and now you're here while he's still there. You made it."
He gave her a chaste kiss, however she couldn't quite revel in it, with Lucifer watching them in the back. Lucifer made a disgusted sound.
Then, they pulled apart. "This can't be. My brother? Fallen in love with a human? How surprising." Lucifer retorted, grabbing the fire poker again and examining it. "I should kill him. I mean, I already did, so why can't I do it again? He has no right to take what is mine." He tossed the poker aside and slipped out his angel blade.
It was when they broke apart the kiss, Lucifer stabbed Gabriel in the chest. Gabriel's eyes were wide, and Sam just watched in horror as his body flickered and he collapsed to the floor.
Just like that, however, she blinked her tears out and looked away. When she opened them again, Gabriel was still standing in the same place.
"Samantha, I can't stay. But, let me help." Gabriel said, touching her forehead, and Lucifer disappeared.
She smiled. "Thank you."
Gabriel left, and she went back to the guns, feeling much happier and at ease.
Not much later, a car pulled up, and she approached the door with a can still in her hand to greet whoever entered. "Dean."
"Hey. Oh, yeah. Good thinking."
Suddenly, he took the can. Sam stared dumbly at him. "Uh…"
Dean explained the situation with the Leviathans, and how he couldn't call Bobby because how he was busy with his own case. So, Sam took her jacket and gun, following him into the car.
Of course, in the car, Dean asked the usual questions. How she was doing, but he should already know how she was doing. "Maybe we ought to get you, I don't know…"
Sam couldn't believe what he was asking. "Some – some what? Some... professional help? What are they gonna do, Dean, just stuff me full of pills. We'll figure out some other option."
"Okay, yeah. But what are your other options? You remember when Martin took his nose-dive and started shooting at nothing? I mean his sweater unraveled fast."
Why was he saying this? Dean was beginning to cross the line. "I'm not Martin."
"No, but you are crazy. That don't wash off. You get that, right? You are never going to be okay, Samantha."
Sam stared at her brother. What was he thinking? This… this wasn't right. He wouldn't say this.
The rest of the drive was silent, until they pulled up to some office building. Sam looked up, and saw people gathered around a table. The walls of the office building were made of glass windows, so she could see perfectly what she was up against. "Oh, dammit. There's five of 'em. All right, come on."
Still unsure of herself, she asked, "You sure?" Lucifer could appear any second, and their plan could backfire. She could kill Dean, by accident.
"Yeah, and listen, when we get in there, you gotta keep it together."
She already knew that much. She took the keys, and they approached the building. "Yeah, yeah. Of course, I will. I-"
"'Cause if you're seeing Lucifer, then you could be seeing all kinds of crap, okay? You just don't know."
Sam turned to her brother disbelievingly. "How is this helping?" Her chest felt heavy, because she knew that he was right.
Dean shrugged. "I'm just saying, Samantha. You're out of control."
"I'm dealing with it the best I can." She said through gritted teeth.
"Dealing?" Dean laughed mockingly. "Sorry, that's just funny, I mean how can you deal? You think this is an office building, right?" He held the door open for her, but she stopped in her tracks. What was that supposed to mean?
She looked to the side, and saw the sign on the door. 'Morning Star Endeavors, Ltd.'
"Sorry, wrong."
He said as she entered the building. "Where the hell are we?" She demanded. She expected white walls, desks, cabinets. The smell of coffee, probably. Instead, she walked into some sort of warehouse.
Was Dean pulling some sick joke on her? "Oh, you think I'm Dean! Right." Dean said, laughing. Suddenly, he morphed into Lucifer, and the building turned into a warehouse. "You poor, clueless little bitch."
Sam reeled away. "Stay the hell away from me."
"Your world is whatever I want it to be, understand?" Lucifer said.
Sam rose her gun as fast as she could, and shot at the devil. The bullet only reached empty air, and ricocheted against the wall. "You leave me alone!" She cried.
Lucifer appeared behind Sam, clutching her shoulders. "Now we're getting there. Pinocchio's seeing her strings."
"Shut up." She tensed her shoulders, she tried to move away, but he still had her in her clutches. How could it all be this real?
He leaned in, whispering in her ear. "It's the big crescendo."
"I said shut up!" She yelled, aiming her gun behind her and shooting.
Still, the bullet hit nothing. She cursed, and looked around wildly. Lucifer approached her from the side. "Want to point that gun at someone useful? Try your face." No, she had to live. For Dean. For Gabriel. "Want to know the truth? Want to skip to the last page of the book? You know where to aim." She lifted her gun shakily and pointed at him.
However, as Lucifer approached her, he took the gun and pointed it to her jaw. Her hands were shaking as she resisted, yet Lucifer was still stronger than her.
Suddenly, she heard the door open, and spun around on her heel to see Dean. "Sam, what are you doing?"
Lucifer was nowhere to be seen. Coincidence?
She rose her gun, her hands shaking. Dean immediately held up his hands. "Whoa, whoa!"
"I was with you, Dean!" She cried.
Dean looked calm. Too calm. "Ok, well, here I am."
"No, no. I didn't… I…" She glanced over, and saw Lucifer grinning. She turned back to Dean. "I can't know that for sure. You understand me?"
Dean remained cool and collected. "OK, now we're going to have to start small."
"I don't remember driving here."
Lucifer sighed. "Well, that's because I drove." He turned to Dean. "Samantha is very suggestible."
Even though Dean didn't respond to the devil at all, Sam shot at Lucifer again. Dean flinched back. "Whoa, whoa! Sam! This discussion does not require a weapons discharge!"
Yes, it does, she thought. She needed this weapon, she needed Lucifer down so her nightmare would end. She wanted reassurance that she wasn't in the cage anymore.
Lucifer smiled, and she glared at him, before lowering her weapon.
"Look at me. Come on. You don't know what's real? Look man, I've been to Hell. Okay, I know a thing or two about torture. Enough to know that it feels different. Than the pain of this – this regular, stupid, crappy this." Dean began to approach her slowly.
Sam took a step back, but still refused to look at him. "No, no. How can you know that for sure?" She was convinced now that Lucifer was right. All of this must be a lie.
"Let me see your hand."
She allowed him to approach her and gingerly take her injured hand.
"Smell you, Florence Nightingale." Lucifer said, smirking. Sam turned abruptly to sent a glare at him, but Dean stopped her.
"Hey." He gripped onto her bandaged hand. "This is real. Not a year ago, not in Hell, now. I was with you when you cut it, I sewed it up! Look!"
She forced herself to look, as Dean squeezed her hand. The pain was real, the stitches he made were real. Sam winced at the sharp pain that jolted up her arm.
"We've done a lot more with pain." Lucifer said, even as he started to flicker away.
"This is different. Right? Then the crap that's tearing at your walnut? I'm different. Right?" Dean said determinedly.
"Yeah… I think so." Sam agreed absentmindedly.
"You sure about that, bunk buddy?" Lucifer teased, standing next to Dean.
She glared at him, pressing her thumb against the stitches, making her wound bleed through the bandage. "Sam? Sam!"
"Doesn't mean anything." Lucifer said as he flickered again.
"Hey. I am your flesh-and-blood brother, okay? I'm the only one who can legitimately kick your ass in real time. You got away. We got you out, Sammy." Dean said, approaching her again.
She didn't move back. She was too focused on penetrating her wound with her nail, making her feel this real pain. This real wound that this real Dean helped stitch up. Lucifer only flickered once, before shrugging and chuckling to himself.
He threw his arms around her, taking her by surprise. "Believe in that! Believe me, okay? You gotta believe me. You gotta make it stone number one and build on it. You understand?"
Sam nodded into his shoulder. "I…."
Lucifer flickered one last time, and he was gone. Then, she was calm. "I… yeah… I under… I understand." However, voice wavered, and she caved.
The tears that she hadn't realized been building, finally broke through the dam. She sobbed, she was just so traumatized of everything. Lucifer was gone, and she was glad - but how long was it going to take for him to return?
Dean hugged her tightly. "Yes, I'm real. This is real. It's gonna be ok."
She had Dean, Dean was going to be the one to pull her back. He was always going to save her.
Her phone rang, so she broke apart from the hug and decided to give the phone to Dean. She still didn't believe she could speak without her voice quivering. "Bobby, hi…. Oh, uh, Sam's here, she's fine. What's the issue?"