“Sam,” the trees whisper, the fallen leaves croak, “Samsamsamsamsamsamsam,” she stops, fingers moving on the hilt of the knife.
Something’s coming. “Come on, fuckers,” she mumbles under her breath, turning slowly in a circle.
“Sam, sammysamsammysammysammy, Sam,” the leaves crackling until the wind stops. Everything going eerily silent.
“Hi, Sam.”
She jumps, spinning violently, knife held high.
Lucifer smiles down at her, the wind ruffling his hair, hands in the front pockets of his jeans. He looks so normal with short blond hair, blue eyes, and even golden stubble on his cheeks. But terror ripples down her spine, her stomach lurching, something giving inside. His eyes glide over her face, faint concern furrowing his brow. “You look…unwell.”
Sam lowers the knife. “What do you want?” she whispers, fear crawling up her skin like tiny microscopic cockroaches.
“I just want your happiness. I owe you that much. Don’t you want to be happy, Sam?”
Sam grips the knife tighter, her teeth clenching in fear. “Oh, God,” she gasps.
Lucifer smiles and shrugs his shoulders. “Nope, sorry kiddo; got me instead.”
“Why are you here?”
“You deserve my thanks.”
Tilting her head, she nervously bites her lip before saying, “Don’t,” and backing away from him. “Don’t you fucking thank me; I thought I was stopping the apocalypse, not bringing it on.”
Lucifer smiles. “Oh, that’s right; Rudy helped prepare you, right? Rudy got you strong enough to release me and then you and Dean shoved a knife in his gut.” Lucifer temples his fingers and taps against his mouth. “I just got to know, did you fuck him, Sam? See, here, in this world, Rudy was a pretty little dark-haired demon named Ruby. Funny, you know how things differ from world to world. Ruby fucked little Sammy until his hot come filled her up, loved the feel of his mouth on her skin, his lips sucking blood from the cuts she scored just for him.”
“Stop,” she moans, putting up her hands, warding him off. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Do you think your Rudy loved you or was he just using you to get to me? In this world, Ruby loved Sam the only way a demon can, with blood, fire and hatred. She was so sure when I walked on earth, I’d be grateful to them both for releasing me. And I would have been.”
Sam’s sob escapes before she can muffle it behind her fist. She wants to run, but he’s got her rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to look away from him.
“Don’t you want to know why your precious Dean shot you in the head? Do you think it’s because he knew? Do you think it was because he found the positive test in the bathroom trash?”
Sam’s eyes sting as they well up and tears slide down her cheeks. “Don’t,” Sam whispers behind her fist, remembering. She’d forgotten so much. Everything. “Please, don’t.”
“See, the thing is about Dean, he knows demons lie. But he also knows that sometimes they tell the truth. You told him you didn’t trust yourself, remember? You separated. And rumors, well, you know how rumors are, especially when they’re started by my followers. What do you think was easier for him to believe? That you were pregnant by him or by a demon?”
Sam’s knees weaken and she crumples to the ground. Falling forward, she stares at the blacktop, vision blurring and fading. Stomach lurching, she dry-heaves, saliva falling from her lips in a long glistening thread to land on the road.
“Sammy, I think being dead solved that little problem you had,” Lucifer says, kneeling beside her, his cold, cold hand stroking her hair back from her face. “Where do you think your Dean’s right now? Do you think he’s on the rack or...do you think he picked knife up as soon as he got back?”
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Date: 2009-09-29 11:59 pm (UTC)Something’s coming. “Come on, fuckers,” she mumbles under her breath, turning slowly in a circle.
“Sam, sammysamsammysammysammy, Sam,” the leaves crackling until the wind stops. Everything going eerily silent.
“Hi, Sam.”
She jumps, spinning violently, knife held high.
Lucifer smiles down at her, the wind ruffling his hair, hands in the front pockets of his jeans. He looks so normal with short blond hair, blue eyes, and even golden stubble on his cheeks. But terror ripples down her spine, her stomach lurching, something giving inside. His eyes glide over her face, faint concern furrowing his brow. “You look…unwell.”
Sam lowers the knife. “What do you want?” she whispers, fear crawling up her skin like tiny microscopic cockroaches.
“I just want your happiness. I owe you that much. Don’t you want to be happy, Sam?”
Sam grips the knife tighter, her teeth clenching in fear. “Oh, God,” she gasps.
Lucifer smiles and shrugs his shoulders. “Nope, sorry kiddo; got me instead.”
“Why are you here?”
“You deserve my thanks.”
Tilting her head, she nervously bites her lip before saying, “Don’t,” and backing away from him. “Don’t you fucking thank me; I thought I was stopping the apocalypse, not bringing it on.”
Lucifer smiles. “Oh, that’s right; Rudy helped prepare you, right? Rudy got you strong enough to release me and then you and Dean shoved a knife in his gut.” Lucifer temples his fingers and taps against his mouth. “I just got to know, did you fuck him, Sam? See, here, in this world, Rudy was a pretty little dark-haired demon named Ruby. Funny, you know how things differ from world to world. Ruby fucked little Sammy until his hot come filled her up, loved the feel of his mouth on her skin, his lips sucking blood from the cuts she scored just for him.”
“Stop,” she moans, putting up her hands, warding him off. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Do you think your Rudy loved you or was he just using you to get to me? In this world, Ruby loved Sam the only way a demon can, with blood, fire and hatred. She was so sure when I walked on earth, I’d be grateful to them both for releasing me. And I would have been.”
Sam’s sob escapes before she can muffle it behind her fist. She wants to run, but he’s got her rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to look away from him.
“Don’t you want to know why your precious Dean shot you in the head? Do you think it’s because he knew? Do you think it was because he found the positive test in the bathroom trash?”
Sam’s eyes sting as they well up and tears slide down her cheeks. “Don’t,” Sam whispers behind her fist, remembering. She’d forgotten so much. Everything. “Please, don’t.”
“See, the thing is about Dean, he knows demons lie. But he also knows that sometimes they tell the truth. You told him you didn’t trust yourself, remember? You separated. And rumors, well, you know how rumors are, especially when they’re started by my followers. What do you think was easier for him to believe? That you were pregnant by him or by a demon?”
Sam’s knees weaken and she crumples to the ground. Falling forward, she stares at the blacktop, vision blurring and fading. Stomach lurching, she dry-heaves, saliva falling from her lips in a long glistening thread to land on the road.
“Sammy, I think being dead solved that little problem you had,” Lucifer says, kneeling beside her, his cold, cold hand stroking her hair back from her face. “Where do you think your Dean’s right now? Do you think he’s on the rack or...do you think he picked knife up as soon as he got back?”