A FIDDLE OF GOLD AGAINST YOUR SOUL, Sam & Dean vs Lucifer

[STEPHA]

[SAM WINCHESTER]

Goodbye was always hard, though Sam had already said it once before, at least to Dean. Now they had friends, friends who didn’t know what he and his brother were about to attempt and if they did they’d probably try and stop them—all that counted though was that Sam said goodbye, and it’s very rare that people in their line of work get an opportunity to actually say their goodbyes before they face their demise. Perhaps Sam should have done more with his life, ran away sooner and perhaps focused more on school—but he guessed Azazel would have found him anyway, Brady did, they delivered him Jessica the thought of love of his life and then took her away. Demons took everything away from him; they also gave it to him in the first place. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

The ride in the Impala had been difficult; he felt like they should have talked more—these past five years he’s become closer to his older brother than he has ever been. They were all they had left, but then they realized that they had friends, and like Bobby said ”Family don’t end in blood.” Sam and Dean had a family, bigger than they could ever imagine. Sam often wondered if Dean felt the same, if he viewed their friends as their extended family, over this past year they had drifted apart and it seems like only in the final hour—now that they’re together and everything is drawn to the wire—that they’re together again. Sam didn’t know what his brother was thinking, not like he used to.

Sam supposed that was his own fault, he had set this chain of events in motion and he didn’t expect his brother to forgive him, he did after all began the apocalypse. How does one forgive that? Not easily, it just seemed like yesterday they were fighting tooth and nail against one another when they all faced War and now it seems like between everyone they have met and befriended, they’re taking down the remaining Horsemen in a fool’s quest to put Lucifer back in his cage, using Sam as bait.

Say yes, that’s what Sam was going to do. He had ingested so much demon blood that he’d be able to Jedi Mind his way into controlling himself for just long enough to jump into Lucifer’s cage. If he was going to hell, he was going to take the devil with him. It was a long shot, but it was all they had and the more they wait on a plan the stronger the devil gets, and the harder it becomes to bounce back from all of this, the world is already showing the scars from the toll the apocalypse is taking. Sooner or later people will start asking questions, and the cat will be out of the bag. That’s the last thing anyone wants, the government would take over and they’d try to give Hunters a run for their money when all they’re trying to do is their job—though that conflict would only last as long as the planet remained standing.

As Sam entered the musky apartment building in downtown Detroit he headed for the elevator and pressed the button waiting for the cart to descend. As the light flashed on each floor coming down, he took a look at his brother. He wanted to say something, something more, something that would explain all of this, reassure him that everything would be okay. He wanted to make sure that he’d take care of Sully, watch out for Alison, keep their friends from dying and over all just hold it together—But if Sam asked that of Dean, he wasn’t sure he’d get the answer he’d want so he hoped, and perhaps prayed, that everything would work out once Sam was gone.

He didn’t speak, Sam, he kept to himself as he watched one light after another go down the row awaiting until it hits the bottom level. Every slight click and ding as it went to each floor was nerve wracking; it shook him to the very core. His heart grew weaker as it skipped beats in fear for what was to come; he drank an obscene amount of demon blood that he felt like he could wipe out all of hell and the demons in it. But was he strong enough to beat Lucifer? How on earth could anyone be that strong? How could anyone best the devil, the devil was the devil after all.

“I’m sorry if those goes south,” Was all Sam said, it was the only thing he could apologize for now, the only thing he could possibly be forgiven for. Though the blame rests on his shoulders, and although everyone would hate him, he wants to know at the very least his brother will still stand by his side even if he’s gone. Still be there to stick up for him, still be family. He wants to know, if by some crazy chance he lives through this or can even come back that Dean will still be there, and they’ll still be Sam and Dean, Dean and Sam, and if everyone turns against them after.

They’ll still have each other.

[DEAN WINCHESTER]

From the moment Dean decided to back his brother’s play to say yes to the Devil, he’d been unable to shake the bad feeling that had settled in his gut about how wrong this idea was and every step they took that brought Sam closer to Lucifer had Dean mentally screaming for some kind of hope that there was another way. However, deep down he knew there wasn’t. As much as he wished he could take his brother’s place, this was going to be one sacrifice that had to be Sam’s to give. His and his alone.

Somehow it didn’t seem fair though. Admittedly, Sam was the one to let Satan out of his cage, but it had been Dean that initially broke the lock to make it possible. The best he could hope to do is stand by Sam’s side until the very end, brother beside brother. He wouldn’t leave Sam to die alone, he couldn’t. His whole life had been about protecting the kid, just because he’d grown into a man, didn’t mean Dean’s purpose had changed.

So yeah, he’d gone along with the plan, capturing and draining demons of their blood so that Sam could be as strong as possible when he finally did say yes, though he could barely stomach it. He couldn’t bring himself to watch when his brother drank, he suspected Sam preferred it that way. The shame in his eyes made Dean’s heart sink, made him feel as though he’d let Sam down. As if he’d broken his promise to his father to watch out for him. And now Sam was on his way to say yes to the Devil and there wasn’t anything Dean could do to stop him.

Death had told him he had to let Sam go, Lucifer himself had said it would all happen in Detroit, and now they were here, all Dean could do was hope that their plan worked. It all rested on whether or not Lucifer knew about the Horsemen’s rings and how Dean was going to use them to open up the cage in Hell in order for Sam to wrestle the Devil into it once and for all. If he had to lose his brother, saving the world would be the least he could hope for in return and even that wouldn’t make him feel any better.

As they waited for the elevator that would take them to the lion’s den, Dean caught Sam’s eyes and saw all the things in them he wanted to say but couldn’t voice. All the apologies and reassurances, the hope and the dread that Dean was sure were mirrored in his own mournful eyes. This was the end of the line, probably the last time he would get the chance to tell Sam how much he loved him, how much he wished he could take his place and how much he wanted things to have turned out differently, but words failed him, as they so often did at times like this. His throat was too choked up with grief and fear for his brother that saying anything now would break him completely, so he just held Sam’s gaze and prayed that he’d know what he wanted to say. Once upon a time, that was all he needed to do.

Stepping into the elevator, Dean could practically feel the weight of certain doom pressing down on him, the chill in the air making him shudder under his jacket, that unmistakable sense that Lucifer was here like ice down his spine. He could only imagine what thoughts were going through Sam’s mind as they ascended. Dean had faced his own end before, more times than he cared to remember, but those minutes leading up to midnight when his deal had come due, they had been the most terrifying of his life.

“I’m sorry if this goes south.”

Dean kept looking straight ahead, eyes fixed now on the elevator doors, waiting for them to open and reveal their fate.

“I’m sorry too.” He confessed, glancing briefly at his brother.

“This isn’t all on you.” Dean’s shoulder brushed against Sam’s, a gesture of solidarity, all be it subtle. They were in this together until the end, he wanted Sam to know that he wasn’t going to abandon him now.

[LUCIFER]

He was told to take a knee, something he never thought he’d hear his father say- There was very little God commanded of them, he told them to stay strong, told them to have faith, told them that no matter what they have each other and in each and every single one of them you’d see him. Lucifer believed every single word God had spoken, he was a good son and would obey his father till the bitter end- But he was told to take a knee, to take a knee to the ants in the farm that their father had brought home, a farm that Lucifer once thought would belong to the Angels now belongs to humans. Lucifer thought it was a joke; it was all a gag and their father developed some sort of sense of humour much like Gabriel and Uriel though with the silence spreading throughout all the kingdom of Heaven it didn’t seem likely that their father was merely jesting.

The refusal to take a knee would have been met with a firm voice, and some rational explanation as to why he should bow down to the likes of humans, it would have been met with sympathy and understanding and sooner or later he would have come to grasp the concept. However, with the refusal to take a knee also came Lucifer’s insults, his threats, and seething hatred, all of which contributed to the combat between himself and Michael on God’s orders. Even if Michael had fallen, other angels would rise up on God’s order and no doubt would he have to tango with Raphael and Gabriel next. Though it didn’t come to that, seeing as how Lucifer was sentenced to live an eternity in Hell, cast down by his own brother because he simply didn’t agree that the new baby should deserve unconditional respect when it was brought into the universe with a myriad of deformities.

Lucifer’s next step of betrayal was when he used God’s dumping bin as his own personal kingdom, twisting and turning a human’s soul to the point where it was unrecognizable and thus the first demon Lilith was born- This was done a few times before Hell was invaded by the Angel’s and Lucifer was caged in the deepest and darkest pit, unable to escape or break free- However what Lucifer started was a chain, demons would twist and torture other humans and although it wasn’t a spontaneous transformation they would become demons, even if he was caged forever he at least knew that his mark would be forever left in the universe as showing humans for what they really are.

The rest you can say is history, for it was known after Sam Winchester had slain Lilith that the last seal on his cage would be broken and he would once again be free to exact revenge on humans and angels alike, even disregarding his own creations the demons- he would create a perfect world suited for him and create it and shape it how he’d like it- How he imagined he could before God gave it to the humans.

He could almost taste his sweet victory, Sam would be the first one to submit and he’d be able to prepare well in advance before Michael took his vessel, if it be Dean or the bastard Milligan- Whichever submitted first. He leaned against the window pane in the Detroit apartment, he let ice in case the entire hallway sealing all the doors except the one at the end in which he resided, the door open in a foreboding yet welcoming grace. Whatever the brothers had planned wouldn’t work, he knew very well this is where Sam Winchester would say yes as it was foretold by someone who told someone who in turn was tortured until there simply was no more soul left by Lucifer who screamed it out loud at the top of his lungs before dissipating entirely from existence.

“All good things come to an end boys,” He howled, it seemed to echo and shake the very foundations of the apartment building- making the elevator jolt and speed up just a bit. Lucifer is the pinnacle of patience but when his incarceration ended and his plan began to unfold he lost a bit of it, everything for thousands of years have been moving slowly for him and it only seems apt that since he’s so close he should be able to demand things to run on his own time. He turned away from the cracked and ice-burnt window pane and folded his hands in front of him as he awaited the arrival of his guests, pulling on his collar as his grace burnt through his current vessel Nick in excitement. The end is near, and Lucifer can taste it on his silvery forked tongue.

[SAM WINCHESTER]

Sam’s throat had tightened when the doors of the elevator closed behind them, his breath hitched and his eyes remained closed if for a moment when it juddered and started moving. He looked mournful as he gazed at the little dimly lit indicators informing them which floor they were currently passing or arriving on, the sense of dread also filled the younger Winchester’s heart though it was quelled by Dean’s return apologetic assurance. He knew exactly what Dean was thinking, and couldn’t help but feeling like he let his big brother down, mostly by not being able to find a way and committing him to a life he once lived when Dean was gone- the last thing he’d want Dean to experience is not being able to get his brother back, he only prayed that he would heed his words and live a normal life with Lane Sullivan- At least as normal as she’ll allow it. Fighting the good fight was all Sam could ask of him and Sully, but he really wanted him to get a taste of what he had with Jessica before she was taken from him and sentenced to death by ceiling fire much like in the same fashion as his mother.

Alison Davies was an entirely different story; the woman he had grown to love was on equal terms as him for once-A Hunter. Now Sam could see Dean dating a Hunter, case in point but Sam? It’s not something he considered, or even thought of but considering his past history with women it seemed appropriate that he fall in love with one that can handle themselves in a fight- despite her tiny frame she was nimble and perhaps Sam thought it adorable as to how slender she was compared to his moose like stature. The point of it all is, the hardest thing Sam had to do was to tell her with a smile that he’d be back in time for supper, he wasn’t sure if she knew but he caught that faintest idea from her that she did and perhaps it was sending him off with a kiss to seal the deal did he know that he might not be able to see her again.

Now here they were in the elevator as it ascended, he was about to turn to Dean when he felt the elevator jolt and speed up- The cold air becoming colder and Lucifer’s voice just echoing through the entire building. He let his eyes close again, his body filling with dread but it was quickly combated by sheer determination, and the dark inklings of demon blood seeping through his being- Perhaps in a way it was symbolic. With Sam he carried the blood of something Lucifer created, and tossed aside like trash when he was free to take earth for his own- He carried the blood of the damned, which was once human twisted by a jealous and enraged Angel and with this blood he would best the devil and save the world from the apocalypse he and his brother started.

“Dean,” Sam said, turning to his brother as the lights neared their destination- There was very little time for Sam to say sorry for so much he’s done so the only thing he could do as the elevator slowed was to embrace his brother in a hug, his arms wrapping around the man as his head squished against his, their bodies embrace showing a sign of brotherhood, a sign of love and affection- and perhaps a little fear from a brother who really didn’t want to go to the dentist.

“I’m sorry that we wasted a year being mad at one another, I’m sorry for not calling sooner, I’m sorry for so many things but I’m mostly sorry that I left you and dad. If I hadn’t, Jess would be alive and perhaps so many more… I want you to know whatever happens, I love you and you’re still my brother.” The bell toll and the door slowly opened revealing a dreaded and twisted winter wonderland- The walls were ice, the floor was frosted but not frozen over to avoid slipping, the presence of Lucifer’s excitement was anything but amicable.

[DEAN WINCHESTER]

The first time Sam had told his father that he was afraid of the thing in his closet, John Winchester had given him a gun in the misplaced belief that it would reassure him. Perhaps it might have if Sam hadn’t been nine at the time, but Dean supposed that his dad had reason to lose track of how to deal with children like a normal parent should considering he’d stopped doing that with Dean a long time ago.

Sam had, to his credit, chosen not to cry about it but had simply gone back to bed to deal with his fear like a grown up. The way Dean did; head on. Which was funny because Dean was barely a teenager at the time, it always amazed him how much Sam looked up to him as if he had all the answers. If only the kid knew he was just as scared on the inside, not that he ever would. Not when Dean took pains to make sure that Sam could rely on his big brother to always be brave and strong when he needed him to be. After all, it wasn’t like either of them could rely on their dad to be around to do that.

These days, however, it was becoming harder and harder to keep the mask of courage in place, to be the indestructible hero that Sam had looked up to as a kid. The cracks were showing and Dean knew that it wouldn’t be long before Sam would be able to see right inside them. When the elevator juddered and sped up, some of those cracks tore right through Dean’s gut, flooding him with an ever increasing fear that everything he had ever fought for to spare Sam from pain was about to be for nothing. If Sam couldn't see what Dean was feeling now, he never would.

“Dean,”

And here it came. Sam had that look in his eyes like he was about to bare his soul and Dean wasn’t sure he could handle it. He could already feel the lump in his throat threatening to choke off his air supply. The barbed twist of failure wrapping around his heart. Whatever Sam was about to say to him, he knew he was going to crumble. He opened his mouth, ready to tell Sam to stop before he started but the unexpected bear hug from the taller man caught him by surprise. For a moment he was back in nine year old Sam’s room, comforting his little brother as he flung himself at Dean in terror after a thunderstorm had made the imaginary monster in his closet seem that much more real.

Right now, Sam was gripping the back of his shirt just the same way he had always done when he was scared. Instinctually, Dean was doing the same thing with Sam’s. This was goodbye. This was their one final moment to be brothers. Realisation of that fact made Dean cling just that little bit tighter, chick flick moments be damned.

“I’m sorry that we wasted a year being mad at one another, I’m sorry for not calling sooner, I’m sorry for so many things but I’m mostly sorry that I left you and dad. If I hadn’t, Jess would be alive and perhaps so many more… I want you to know whatever happens, I love you and you’re still my brother.”

Dean reluctantly let go of Sam’s shirt and pulled back enough to look him in the eye, one hand on the side of Sam’s neck, the other on his shoulder. He was running out of time to say anything profound, but that had never been his style much anyway. Pulling himself together and willing away the glassy shine in his eyes from emotions he couldn’t control, Dean gave Sam his most sincere look, the corner of his mouth ticking up in the smallest of smiles. There was only one way he could tell him he forgave him, that he loved him and that everything between them was water under the bridge. Nothing else mattered, only that they were brothers and they had each other’s back. One word was enough to say all that and more.

“Bitch.”

There was a beat of peace and then just like that, the elevator doors opened and reality came rushing back in with a blast of frigid air. One last squeeze on Sam’s shoulder and Dean did what he did best. Despite every instinct to run in the other direction and take Sam with him, he stepped out of the elevator to go and give Lucifer what he wanted.

[LUCIFER]

When a little boy is told he is going to meet his baby brother for the first time by his mother, that child is genuinely filled with joy and excitement for someone he could share his life with, his secrets, someone who will unconditionally love him till the end of days and no one could tell him otherwise. When that baby is born sometimes there is jealousy due from the attention they receive, but in the end that child will accept the baby as his own and they will stick by one another until the bitter end, because that’s what family does. Lucifer understood this concept, understood the bond the Winchester brothers shared as he once felt that fondly about Michael, and although he doesn’t know it yet that’s how he feels about Sam Winchester- his true vessel.

The elevator door opened and he felt their presence, the room got a bit colder as Lucifer couldn’t help but contain himself. He stood there, politely awaiting the brother’s approach with his hands folded within one another. Victory was only a sweet yes away, he could only imagine a world where he rules and dominates over—no one will hate, everyone will love, and all of the lowly creatures will be extinguished and evicted from a planet he once believe was supposed to be rightfully his and his siblings. Lucifer bows down to no man, no angel, and for that matter no God, he is God now.

The frozen tundra seemed to intensify and made the apartment hallway look more like Superman’s fortress mixed with the Cave of Wonders from Aladdin, which he figured was a fitting given the approach of the two humans who seek to oppose him which ironically are the chosen vessels of Michael and himself, though it comes to no surprise at the trouble they cause, as Gabriel would often repeat the words of Joshua—“As it is in Heaven, so shall it be on Earth.” Lucifer and Michael weren’t the gems of Heaven, but they were natural born leaders which is why they were as powerful as they are. The only difference is that Lucifer learned to say no, and for that he was punished.

“I don’t got all day boys, we need to be at the rodeo at four and if you drag your feet I will turn this car around—and you really don’t want to completely translate that analogy, you won’t like what I mean by car.” Lucifer smirked and he chuckled, the chuckle seem to erupt into joyous laughter which given the situation perhaps might be even more of a chill than the environment provided.

[SAM WINCHESTER]

The embrace didn’t seem to last long enough, at least not for Sam who was about to submit his entire being and soul to the devil himself in some crack plan to take control of his body and jump in Lucifer’s cage, which would materialize when they got all of the Horsemen rings together. So the embrace didn’t seem to last long enough. The thoughts running through the youngest brother’s mind were both near and far, it was as if his life was flashing before his eyes and his thoughts were racing to catch up to put the pieces together to make sense of what this is—what he’s to become and the pain he’s going to endure for eternity to save the world. Nobel deeds, things the Winchester’s were used to, but the thing was although Sam is willing to jump head first into hell with Lucifer in tow he can’t help but be scared. Wouldn’t anybody?

When Dean leaned back to look into Sam eyes he knew that he accepted his apology, that was the thing about the brothers is that they would always forgive each other, even when the going got tough, or one of them made a mistake, the other wasn’t far behind to lift them up dust them off and keep them going. Sam did it for Dean when their dad died, Dean sold his soul when Sam died, Sam tried everything to get his brother back when he died, and when everything went to hell so to speak, they separated—and now for the life of him he can’t figure out why. Why he wasted a year acting like the forlorn brother who was somehow struck over the hand with a ruler a little too hard, cowering with his tail between his legs, when all he had to do was show his brother his determination. Maybe they could have patched things up much sooner, maybe they would have had time to think of a better plan, but perhaps that was all just wishful thinking.

Sam gave Dean a small smile, then he called him a bitch. Out of all the things to call him during this time, the time he needed his brother the most he calls him a bitch. Only Dean, that’s what Sam thought but that’s what made Dean special, what made their friendship, their family special. They were brothers, and this is how brothers acted towards one another and what Dean was telling him now was that they were, in fact, brothers. Brothers till the end of days and beyond, because if there is one thought that will keep Sam going down there is that he has a brother like Dean, and that will never change.

“Jerk,” He replied with a half chuckle, he could see his brother was cracking and could tell their plan even if executed well was going to break him entirely—that’s why he entrusted his well-being with Lane Sullivan because there wasn’t anyone who would be with him like she would, provide him the comfort he needed like she would, people like Bobby and Castiel can support him in his endeavours, and his life can continue without the hindrance of Lucifer and Michael looming over his shoulder, for once in their lives there can be a sense of peace—even with monsters out there, they’re a cake walk compared to what they’ve gone through this past year.
When the elevator door opened Sam felt a blast of cold air, he shivered a bit then he felt Dean squeeze his shoulder as they finally parted each other’s personal space. Sam heaved a sigh and took a step out, he could hear Lucifer’s voice as it boomed down the hallway and although they’ve encounter the devil before, knowing what he’s about to do perhaps is making Sam more afraid than he should be—it’s not entirely the cold making him shiver.

His footfalls clacked on the frozen carpet, he admired the ice as it encased the hallway yet prayed there was no one inside any of the rooms—but their fate could have been much worse if they all seemed to be empty, one would wonder where they have gone but that was the last thing on Sam’s mind right now as he stepped over the thresh hold of the apartment at the end, eyes looking over to the molten and disfigured Lucifer. Sam felt weak, even after consuming all of this demon blood he still had doubts in his abilities, perhaps this wasn’t going to go as planned and he could see on the sly devil’s lips that he thought the same.

[DEAN WINCHESTER]

If you were to look up the definition of getting a chill down your spine, then this scene, with Lucifer laughing like a sinister mad man while he stood in the frozen surroundings of what was once an apartment like some kind of twisted Bond villain in his lair, would have been the picture Dean would have expected to see. Worse still was the state Lucifer’s current vessel seemed to have degraded into, skin bubbled and melting where the fallen angel’s power was leaking through him. If Dean wasn’t un-nerved before, he sure as Hell was now.

Any sarcastic, belligerent comments that he was well known for throwing casually at his enemies, would surely not do him, or more importantly, Sam, any favours right now, so he did the only thing he could and kept his mouth shut, allowing Sam to handle the situation, praying to God that the ace up their sleeves, the four Horsemen’s rings, were way off Satan’s radar. The weight of them in his pocket felt like an anvil dragging him down with the responsibility of letting Sam go, once and for all. Would he be able to do that when the time came? Part of him still wasn’t sure.

He’d always known his brother was strong, but seeing the change in him from the scared little kid in the elevator just now, to the bold and almost fearless man stood beside him here was something Dean was in awe of. How could he look so unafraid when he was about to submit himself to pure evil? Perhaps it was the demon blood flowing through his veins that gave him confidence in his ability, after all, Dean had witnessed with his own eyes what Sam was capable of when he was under the influence of the wretched stuff. Now he’d drank more in one go than he had in the last year, Dean dared to believe it was possible he could over power the Devil.

Still, at the forefront of his mind, Sam saying yes was the most wrong thing that could possibly happen. Every fibre of Dean’s being was wishing Castiel would swoop in at the last moment to whisk them away from certain doom. That was never going to be on the cards though, not after all the hard work had gone into this one defining moment. This was their one last chance to save the world, as much as Dean was willing to let it end if it meant Sam would be gone, he would stand beside his brother and trust him to do what was right.

Please let this work…

[SAM WINCHESTER]

Sam looked at Dean and saw the expression on his face, he could almost feel his older brother’s fear and often times when Sam was younger when he could sense his brothers fear he felt sick to his stomach because there wasn’t a lot that Dean feared or at least expressed fearing to the younger Sammy. Even now that they’re older and Sam can stand well enough on his own he still looked to his older brother to gauge his reaction, to understand how he sees the world so one day he can be the man that Dean needs him to be in order to have his back, and to be there when he won’t admit he’s upset or bothered, because that’s what family does. Looking at Dean now Sam knew he should be afraid, but he can’t, not now, not ever again. Sam cannot feel fear, he cannot feel regret, he cannot feel defeat. What Sam had to do now was say yes to the devil, and let him inhabit his body because that’s how this sort of thing goes. Sam would over power the devil, retake control of his body, and when the rings are thrown down Sam would jump into Lucifer’s cage sealing him in it once again, and hopefully forever.

“You know why I’m here then I presume,” Sam paused and licked his lip a bit, it was getting dry, he was getting nervous. He gave Dean one last look, one last look that said I will always be your brother, no matter what happens, no matter what we’ve been through I will always be your little brother, no matter what the devil says. Swallowing thickly, Sam cleared his throat and continued, shifting on his feet as if to stand a little taller. “I’m saying yes.”

And that was it really wasn’t it? The one word that Lucifer needed to hear for Sam and him to become one in the same, the magic word that unlocks Sam’s body to him so he can become Satan’s pony to ride out the rest of this presumed apocalypse, feeling his fullest. Sam took a deep breath, stared pure evil dead in the eye and braced himself, and then shielded his eyes as a white light emitted from the vessel that once held the devil.

Sam felt the surge strike his body, everything he is or once was pushed to the back of the bus as he sat there in horror and fear as Lucifer filled his being, filling out every nook and cranny assuming control of his body, his soul. Sam tried to hold on for dear life, he tried to grasp at straws that weren’t even there and the more he felt the light consume him the further back he was pushed into darkness until all he could feel was the cold, and he couldn’t see anything else.

All was dark, no more light, no more Dean.

But there was still a chance in hell.

[LUCIFER]

When Lucifer heard that magic word he smirked, he looked between the two Winchester’s and tapped his chin thoughtfully. He then extended his arms out wide and before they could even react a white flashing light emitted from his body as he transferred his grace from Nick, the unlucky contestant who he swindled into using as a temporary host, to Sam Winchester, the chosen vessel. He could hardly contain his excitement, he engulfed Sam’s being in a rush that he seemed a little blindsided when he came too, looking down at his hands as he flexed and then he turned to Dean with a wide grin on his face.

“You know Dean,” Lucifer spoke, but it was Sam who was saying it, at least that’s how it might look to the oldest Winchester. Lucifer believed that he and Sam were one in the same, it didn’t matter how Dean perceived him, it’s how the angels and the rest of the world did. Sam Winchester’s identity would only be known by a select few; otherwise this face was the face of the devil and the devil alone. Sam was Lucifer, and that’s how they’ll write it. “I should have mentioned earlier I know of your little plan, and although admirable I have to say really bold. Thinking that this guy here,” Lucifer gestured to his vessel, patting his chest and then smirking “Could best me one on one in here?” He tapped his noggin and then winked.

Stepping towards the window Lucifer touched it with his finger tips and drew a pitchfork on the cold surface before admiring his reflection, finally complete and finally whole. “I’d save it though, not a chance in hell he’s winning, maybe one day Dean you’ll have your shot but do you think you can really make it?” He chuckled and then stepped towards the Winchester, thinking that perhaps its best he squash him now and take the rings, hiding them forever so he’s no longer threatened by that blasted box his brothers and sisters made for him. However before he could raise his hand he felt another tremor in the earth, Michael had taken a vessel. As interesting as it would be for Dean to have been the vessel, Michael’s chosen was also of Winchester descent, an unforeseen in the grand scheme of things. Leave it to John Winchester to mess things up for everyone, but in the end it seemed to work out for both opposing sides, just not for Dean.

“I’d love to stay and chat but I’ve really got to fly, my brother is waiting for me.” Grinning widely he grabbed Dean by the back of the neck bringing himself in and kissing his forehead before patting his shoulder and taking a step back, vanishing, leaving the oldest Winchester in the cold.